This is Linda Carpenter's story. Naturally it isn't finished yet, and it will keep on going as long as Linda keeps on growing ... or living ... or loving. Through an uncanny trick of fate, Linda herself wrote the story, exactly as it happened, and we were indeed fortunate at Surrey House, Inc. to have tumbled upon her manuscript. It is all too rare that any person has the depth of insight to recognize their own sexual problems and failures and courageous beyond description to set those happenings and feelings down in black and white, for all to read and understand, holding nothing back, however shameful or wanton. Linda Carpenter's frank and uncensored story....
A sweet, cream-complexioned young girl leaving the peace and security of her quiet little desert town to take on the big city. She is haloed by innocence, trust, and a firm belief in all the good things of life.
That is Linda Carpenter, transferred insurance clerk, going to live with her trusted school chum.
Does that all sound familiar? In the beginning it is; the disappointment in her roommate's behavior and in the class of men she meets and in the reactions of her own body to the situations she faces. But here all similarity to the average, well-worn plot ends.
For in The Reluctant Houseguest no one takes Linda, our heroine in, no one feeds her lavishly in exchange for the bounties of her feverish body.
Linda Carpenter discovered for herself that she had to earn her own way in life. Thrown out of the swinging apartment by her life-long friend, fired from her comfortable job because of a close "relationship" with her boss's associate and standing on a street corner, bags in hand, she makes the only decision that she, a well-brought-up young lady, could possibly make.
The innocence fell quickly to the wayside as virile man after virile man quickly did their hardest to make her education in sexual matters complete.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER I
"Linda, are you a virgin?"
I turned in the car seat to stare at my sister-in-law, Cindy, aghast at her indelicate question. No one in my family would ever bring up a subject like that!
"Don't be shocked," she smiled, still staring out the windshield as she wove through the traffic. "Les wanted me to talk to you about it, and I wanted to know where to begin."
"Talk about what, Cindy?"
"About your leaving for the big city, and what you should expect when you get there. Les is worried, because he's sure your mother didn't fill you in entirely on what life is all about. Just a common, ordinary older brother worried about his little sister."
"Well, he needn't worry. I can take care of myself. I know what it's all about."
"Sure you do, honey. I know that. You know all about the biological part, but there's a lot more to it than that, believe me." We stopped for a light, and she turned to look at me.
"I've been the route, Linda. I was away for almost a year, before I came back and married Les. I thought I knew everything too, and I found out damned fast I didn't."
The light changed, and she continued on down the main street. People going either to or from church almost filled the sidewalks of the little town.
"Well? Are you?"
"I ... Yes! Yes, I am! But I don't know what that has to do with anything." My face was hot, and I wished she would let the whole subject drop.
Cindy laughed. "It could only happen in a small town, these days. Back east, I doubt if a virgin has ever been handed a diploma."
"Well, what's wrong with that?" I said hotly. "I've had plenty of chances! I just never wanted to, that's all!"
"I know, honey. It doesn't make you less of a woman. I think it's wonderful. But where you're going, the chances of your staying that way are pretty slim."
I didn't want to talk about it any more, and I was silent until she drove into the shopping center, and pulled into a stall in front of the drug store.
"I don't think going someplace else is going to change anything," I said quietly. "I won't be any different."
Cindy switched the motor off, turned in her seat, and put her arm over the back.
"Maybe you won't, Linda. But there are going to be pressures you've never had here. Everything and everyone around you will be different. I know. And it's going to be hard to resist temptation. Especially when you don't know anyone around you. I hope you can stick it out, but I'm afraid you're not going to be any stronger than most of us."
"But I'll know someone. I'm going to stay with Darlene. I've known her practically all my life."
Cindy nodded. "As girls, you've known each other. Not as women. You're both eighteen now, and there's a hell of a lot of difference."
"Well, I'm not worried. I'll behave just like I always have. I hope Les hasn't talked to the folks about this. If he has, I'll beat his brains out."
"No. He hasn't said anything except to me. He asked me to talk to you, but there really isn't much I can say. Every situation is different."
"What does he think I'm going to do? Turn into a ... a harlot?" Damn that brother of mine.
"No, dear, not that. He's been around too, and he cares for you. I do too. Now, cool down for a minute while I run inside. I won't be a minute." She got out and went into the drug store.
I was upset that Les would think that of me. Lord knows, I really was still a virgin. I'd hate to count how many dates I'd lost because I wouldn't do anything. It wasn't because I didn't want to, but I'd had it pounded into me since I was a little girl that whatever I did, sooner or later my folks would find out about it, and I was afraid to.
I sat watching the usual people going in and out of the stores, and thought about what I really knew about sex. School biology, of course. And the discussions with girls. Some of them had gone all the way while they were still in grade school, and they liked to brag about it.
And I'd seen boys, little ones, when I baby sat and gave them their baths and things. I'd never seen a big boy, though. Darlene had seen her sister's boy friend one night when we were just freshmen, and she'd told me about it. She said it was so big, she didn't know how they kept it hidden.
And, I'd masturbated a couple of times.
One of my girl friends had shown me a book that told how to do it, and I'd tried it out. It didn't do a lot for me, but it did feel funny. I'd done it a few more times, because I thought there was something I was missing, but every time it was the same.
The only time I had ever come close to losing my virginity was on the night of the senior prom. Jerry Burke and I had snuck out to his car to neck, and because I was caught up with the idea of being a full-fledged woman, I had let him rub my tingling love area through my panties.
I'd gotten hot under his passionate kisses and soft caresses, but it didn't go very far. Jerry began jerking violently, then pulled away and swore. He leaped out of the car and ran into the men's room in the pavilion, and didn't come out for a while. I was pretty sure what had happened, but I didn't understand it, and of course I never mentioned it to anybody.
Mrs. Halderman waved at me when she came out of the drug store, and I turned a beet red, wondering if she knew what was going through my mind. That was the trouble. Everybody in this whole town knew me, and what I was doing every minute. And sometimes, it was almost as though they knew what I was thinking.
Cindy came out of the store carrying a small white bag, and I watched her walk toward the car with envy. She was so pretty and self-assured. She was only eight years older than I was, but she had ... Well, poise would be the best word.
Her natural blonde hair was always just so, and her figure was what I wished mine could be. I'd always liked Cindy, and I was tickled when I heard Les was going to marry her.
"Okay, Linda. We're all set. Here." She handed me the sack after she got in, and I opened it. There was a small blue and white box inside, and a sales slip.
"What is it?"
"Ells. The pills. Just in case."
"Cindy, I don't want them! I don't need them!"
"Linda, I didn't want to give them to you, but Les insisted. I used my prescription. I told Mr. Baker I'd thrown out almost a full box by mistake. I wanted you to have an examination first, but like Les said, if you went to the doctor, everybody in town would know about it, including your folks."
I looked at the bag in my lap, and I was close to tears. My own brother thought I was going to be a whore. And Cindy! I thought she was my friend, but she thought the same thing. I swallowed hard a few times, and looked at my sister-in-law. There was a concerned look on her face.
"Do you really think I would?" I moaned. "Do you honestly think I'd let just anybody do that to me?"
She put her hand on my arm and sighed. "No, honey. I can't look at you now and say that you would. But these things happen. You'll find out that even though you have the best intentions, all of a sudden there you are. And things are so different there. So much so you won't believe it until you've seen it for yourself."
"I'd feel ... dirty, if I took those. It would be almost as though I planned to do it." I put the bag on the seat between us, and looked out the window. Did all of those people think the same thing? Did they think as soon as I was away from here I'd turn into a slut?
"Please, Linda. Listen to me. I know how you feel now. I felt the same way. But later on, you'll understand this was the best way. These are only for a month. Take them that long, anyway. Then, if you think you won't need them, forget it. If you do, though, be sure and go to a doctor for an examination first. Don't take anyone else's."
I didn't know what to say. If I took them, I'd be admitting it. But if I didn't ... I didn't really know what was going to happen to me there, and I had heard a lot of stories.
"Okay," I nodded. "But just to please you. That's the only reason."
"Fine. Now, about the advice I was supposed to give you."
She started the car, backed out, and headed for the street. When she had eased into the traffic, she relaxed in her seat, glanced at me and smiled.
"There are really only two rules to follow. Well, three actually, but one is on the seat. The others are, one; keep your legs together unless you really want it. Don't do it just because the guy wants to, and you're trying to please him. You'll make him happy for a few minutes, and maybe again several times, for a few minutes. But unless you really want it, and you want him, you're only hurting yourself."
"Number two; never do it with two guys that know each other! That's the quickest way to get branded a slut. They all talk about it, and if they know someone else is doing it to a girl they've had, the word gets around. Am I making myself clear?"
"Yes," I whispered. She already had it figured out that I was going to. Not whether I was, but when I did! God! If that's what she thought of me, what did my enemies think?
"Now, if you have any difficulties, any kind at all, I want you to call me collect. No matter what time it is. I'll always accept the call, and I'll do anything I can to help you, no matter what it is. Okay?"
"Yes. Thank you." I didn't know what else to say. I knew there wouldn't be any point in my telling her I had no intention of ever doing anything like that. Evidently she and Les accepted it as inevitable. But I'd show them! Not me!
Cindy pulled the car into the driveway of my folk's house, and we got out.
"Stick that package in your purse, Linda. No point in advertising." I dutifully put it in my bag.
Mom, Dad and Les came into the front room, Dad smiling, Mom and Les looking as though I was going to my own funeral.
"Well, kitten," Dad boomed. "All set? Sure you got all you need?"
"Yes. I'm all set to go."
"Linda, are you sure this is what you want?" Mom asked sadly. "You know, working for a big insurance company won't be like working for old Mr. McCormack. They're going to expect a lot from you."
"I know, Mom. But Mr. McCormack said it's the same thing I've been doing for the last three summers. It's the same company, you know. Just a different agent. I'll get along just fine."
"You're sure Darlene knows you're going to be there today?" Les asked gruffly. "I don't want to drive all the way over there, and have her gone."
"She knows. We've been writing. Now, are you ready?"
I kissed Dad, and held Mom for a minute. She squeezed me tight, and when she pulled away, tears were in her eyes.
"Be good, baby. And write often, will you? I'm going to miss my little girl."
"C'mon, squirt. Let's get the show on the road." Les pecked Cindy on the cheek, then picked up my luggage and went out the door.
I kissed Cindy. "Thanks. I really appreciate it."
"No thanks necessary. Just remember what I said. Call me any time."
They followed me onto the porch, and stood watching as I got in Les's car and we backed out of the drive. They waved at me all the way down the block, until Les turned the corner and I lost sight of them.
Les didn't say a word until we had gone through town, and eased but onto the highway to San Diego, packed with weekend traffic.
"You're sure this is what you want?" Les sounded almost angry, as though I was playing a dirty trick on the family.
"I'm sure. I want to see what the rest of the world is like, Les. I know it can't all be like that dump back there. I want to see everything I can, before I'm tied down to a house and kids. This is the best chance I've ever had, and I'm going to take advantage of it."
"You're not too bright, you know. Two years of college free, and you turn it down flat."
"I didn't turn it down! I still have over two months to change my mind. Is that what you're so mad about?"
"Hell, no! I just don't think you're old enough to go out on your own!" He grabbed the wheel with both hands, and stared straight ahead at the highway. "Did Cindy talk to you?"
"Yes, she did! And it wasn't necessary! I'm not a kid, you know!"
"I know! That's why I had her talk to you. You haven't got the faintest idea what you're getting into." He reached over and punched the radio on. "Let's not talk about it, shall we?"
The rest of the drive was made in silence. I was so anxious, my stomach was doing cartwheels. How wonderful it was going to be! After I got started at my new job, I'd get my own apartment, and decorate it just the way I wanted to. And I'd swim in the ocean, and go out to the best restaurants, go up to L.A.; all sorts of fabulous things were going to happen.
We crested the mountains, and began the long downhill grade to San Diego. I peered as hard as I could, but I couldn't catch sight of the ocean. We passed the outlying towns and cities, then we were in San Diego proper. When we were off the freeway, Les pulled up to the curb, and checked a map against the address Darlene had given me.
"It's not too far," he said, tossing the map back into the glove compartment. "If you want to change your mind, now's the time to do it."
I smiled at him and shook my head. "No sir! Not a chance! Let's get going."
Darlene had graduated in mid-year, and had come over as soon as she could talk her folks into it. They gave her enough money to last her for a while, and before she knew it she had a nice job with a credit company.
She'd asked me several times to come over, and when I graduated, I talked old Mr. McCormack into writing one of his friends here to see about a job. When I got it, I wrote Darlene and told her, and asked if I could stay with her for a while. I didn't get an answer for almost two weeks, but then she said she could put me up for a while.
"This must be it," Les said, pulling into a parking area in-front of a slate gray stucco apartment building. "Want to go in and make sure she's here?"
I bounded out of the car, and hunted for her apartment number. It was on the second floor, facing a balcony that ran around the entire building. I rang the bell and waited.
Darlene answered the door in a flimsy negligee that didn't hide a thing, and looked surprised when she saw me.
"Well ... Hi! What are you doing here?" She stepped behind the open door, and looked past me, down the balcony.
"I told you I was coming. Didn't you get my letter?"
"Oh, sure! Sure I did. But I thought you'd be coming by bus, and call me." She brushed her hand nervously over her face, and looked uncertain. "Well, come on in. Is anybody with you?"
"Les is in the car. I just came up to make sure you were home." I stepped into the room, and Darlene closed the door.
"Is it all right if I bring my bags up?"
"Ahhh ... sure! Yeah, of course! Ahhh ... I'll go put some decent clothes on. Go ahead. Have him come up." She opened the door again, and I hurried down to the car.
"It's all right, Les," I said. "If you'll help me with the bags, I'd appreciate it."
He got out, took the luggage from the trunk, and carried it upstairs. I knocked again, and this time Darlene had a nice print dress on, and she was wearing sandals.
"Hi, Les! Long time no see. Come on in." Les dropped the bags by the door, and looked around.
"Nice place you've got here. Enough room for the two of you?"
"Sure. Always room for one more. Want a beer or anything?" She started toward the kitchenette.
"No thanks," Les said. "I've got to be starting back. It's a long drive. You're sure Linda won't be any bother here for a while?"
"Of course not. We've got so much to talk about, it'll take us a week just to get through that."
"Okay, then. I've got to go." He pecked me on the cheek, and opened the door. "You two behave yourselves now. And you write, squirt! Often!"
"I will, Les. Good-bye. And thanks."
After he waved and closed the door, I turned to take a good look at Darlene. She seemed older than when I had seen her last. Her auburn hair was long and straight, and her deep green eyes had an almost glassy look in them. I thought she looked tired, but that was understandable. She probably went out a lot.
"How have you been?" I asked.
"Oh, fine, Lindy. Just fine. Sit down, and I'll get us something to drink." She turned away quickly, and went into the kitchenette. I sat down on the couch, and gazed around the living room. There were two chairs, a TV, a small dining table, and in the corner was a knickknack cupboard filled with little lettered mementos like you'd buy in a novelty shop.
Everything was well worn, but it looked clean, and I was sure it was going to be just perfect. There was one other door that led into a bedroom, and I could see that the bed wasn't made. And at four o'clock in the afternoon!
Darlene came back with two cans of beer, put one on the table next to me, then sat down.
"Hey, I don't drink beer. Don't you remember?"
"Oh, hell. I forgot. Well, you might as well start now. It's the chief supply in the refrigerator." She laughed, and took a long drink. "Go on, it won't hurt you. I'll bet you learn to like it."
I picked up the can and took a sip, but it was too bitter for me, and I squinched my face. "Nope. Not for me." I put the can back on the table, "Maybe I'll learn, but not right now. Besides, I'm too excited. What have you been doing?"
"Keeping busy. Boy, I've been keeping busy!" She stretched her long legs out in front of her, and put her head back on the chair. "What a life! I didn't get home 'til almost five this morning, and I've got a date pretty soon to go out again."
She leaned up to look at me. "Sorry about that thing at the door. I was expecting somebody else. I didn't think you would pop in like that. I thought you'd at least phone first."
"Oh, I would have, Darlene, but I was in such a hurry to get here, and I didn't think you'd mind."
"It's all right. Forget it." She took another long drink of beer, and lit a cigarette. "And it's Dee, now. No more of that Darlene. Nobody I know would recognize that name."
"Okay," I laughed. "Dee it is. Now, how about showing me around?"
"Right." She got up, and led the way to the kitchenette. "There isn't much. Food goes up there, dishes there, and in here is the beer." She opened the refrigerator door, and I could see at least twenty cans of beer, one carton of milk, and three eggs.
"Now, the bedroom." She swirled around, and went across the front room to the other door. Clothes were strewn all over the place; on the dresser, the floor, and hanging over the closet door. The transparent negligee was tossed in the middle of the unmade bed.
"One thing I'm not, is a neat housekeeper," she laughed. "I go through all this once a month, regular as clockwork, then I can't find anything for a week. There's the bath." She pointed to an open door, and I peeked in.
It was almost as bad as the bedroom; bras and panties on the floor in the corner and stockings hung over the knob on the inside: I switched on the light, and sucked in my breath.
A hot water bottle was attached to the curtain rod near the stool, and a hose and douche nozzle were hanging from it, almost to the floor. I knew what it was, because my mother had one just like it, but she certainly didn't leave it out in the open like that. I switched off the light, and went into the bedroom.
"That's it, Lindy. Home sweet home! Not much, but it's all I need. Now, if you'll pardon me, I'm going to take a hot shower before I go out."
She pulled her dress over her head, kicking her sandals off at the same time. I started to go around her into the other room, but there wasn't enough space between the dresser and the bed to get by. She reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and let it fall to the floor. Then she pulled her panties off, and opened a drawer in the dresser for some clean ones.
I was so embarrassed I couldn't stand it, but there was nothing I could do. I looked away out the window, but had to turn back when she put her hand on my shoulder.
"Tomorrow, I'll clean out a couple of these drawers for you to use. I'm sorry, but I haven't had time up 'til now." She stopped talking, and looked at me quizzically.
"Hey, you're not embarrassed, are you?" She giggled. "For Pete's sake, you've seen a naked woman before, haven't you? What's the big deal?"
I forced myself to regain my cool. "No big deal. I just didn't expect you to just ... Well, I didn't expect it."
"Don't worry about it, Lindy. You'll see more than that, after you've been here a while. Which reminds me. I didn't see about getting you a date tonight, because I didn't know when you'd be in. But don't worry. I'll take care of it. I'll get you a date for one night this week. Promise."
"Oh, that's all right. Don't worry about me. I've got all kinds of fun things I want to do."
"Nuts! What's more fun than men?"
She squeezed by me to get to the bath, and her bare breasts brushed against my arm. I recoiled a bit, but she didn't notice. She jerked the nylons from the doorknob, and started to close the door, then looked at me and grinned.
"Until I do get you a date, there's something in the top drawer of the dresser that you're welcome to. I used to use it, but I found out the real thing is better." She closed the door, and in a second I could hear the shower running.
I stood there stunned for a few minutes, not knowing just what I should do. Unconsciously, I picked up the things on the floor around the dresser, and tossed them into a hamper against the wall. I wondered absently how she did her wash, thinking I should ask her right away before she left as I hadn't brought too many things with me, so I'd have to rinse them out pretty often.
Curious, I stepped to the dresser, and since the shower was still going full blast, I opened the top drawer. There were bras, nylons and panty hose piled in it every which way, but I couldn't see anything that looked like what Darlene had referred to.
I pushed some of the things aside, and in the front of the drawer I saw what it was. It looked like a man's thing, but it was so big, I couldn't believe it. I touched it lightly, and it seemed to be made of rubber or plastic. I started to pick it up, but at that moment the shower went off, so I hurriedly covered it up with the underclothes, and shut the drawer quickly. I rushed into the living room, sat down, and picked up the beer can Darlene had given me. Before I knew it, I had swallowed almost half of it.
I couldn't believe that Darlene would do something like that. The taste of the beer in my mouth was almost as bitter as the taste that ... that gigantic thing had given me. I shuddered, leaned back and closed my eyes.
What had I gotten myself into?
CHAPTER II
"Hey," Darlene called. I looked up, and saw her framed in the doorway, fitting a brassiere over her breasts. It was the same bright red as her matching bikini panties.
"You're not that tired, are you?" she grinned. "You can lay down on the bed, if you want."
I stood up, trembled as an icy feeling went up my spine, and shook my head. "No, thanks. I guess the excitement has gotten to me. I should unpack my things, before they get all wrinkled."
"Great!" She turned to the closet and pulled out a vivid red dress with a deep neckline. "Here. I'll shove some of this stuff out of the way for you."
She pushed her clothes to one side, then stood back so I could see. "There. Plenty of room."
She slipped into the dress, then stood in front of the mirror to comb out her long red hair. I went to the front door to get my bags, returned, and tossed them on the bed. Darlene was applying makeup quite heavily to her eyes, and her mouth was in a pout.
"Use any of this stuff you want, Lindy." She indicated the assortment of cosmetics on the dresser top. "I've got more than I can use."
"Thanks, but I don't use much. I never learned how to put it on right." I opened one bag, and started hanging my clothes in the closet. "Will you be late tonight?"
"Nah, I don't think so. Monday's a rough day for me. I have a hard time getting started, so I like to get to bed at least by midnight. Why?" She turned in front of the mirror, admiring her full figure, then peered closely into the reflection for a final check of her makeup, which I considered overdone.
"Oh, no reason. I don't know where this place is that I'm supposed to go, so I'll need some directions."
"The bus stops right at the corner, going west, and it'll take you within a block of the place. I looked it up. Just tell the driver where you want to go." She slipped into a pair of red high heels, and went into the living room.
I finished hanging up what I could, decided to leave the rest in the suitcases, and slid them under the bed. Before going into the other room, I stopped in front of the mirror, and took a good look at myself.
My short brown hair was neat, but it sure wasn't anything spectacular. I had to admit my face was somewhat pretty, but compared to Darlene, I looked like a schoolgirl. My only real asset was my eyes, large and brown. I'd had quite a few compliments on them. Maybe later on, I'd have Darlene show me how to use some eye shadow to bring me even more compliments.
"Lindy! I've got to go! Coop's out front. I'll see you in the morning. 'Bye." I heard the door slam, and sat down on the bed, slightly dejected. I'd hoped to spend some time with Darlene on my first night there. But then, I guessed we'd have plenty of time to talk later.
I sat there contemplating my new job somewhat fearfully, then decided I was thinking too much, and I should really start earning my keep. I pulled one of my bags out, got out a pair of shorts and a halter, and put them on.
Starting with the bedroom, I began cleaning up, tossing Darlene's dirty clothes into the hamper, and making the bed. I picked up her things in the bathroom, folded up the water bottle and syringe and stuck them in a cabinet under the sink, then tackled the other rooms.
I found the cleaning materials, swept, vacuumed and dusted until everything was as clean as I could make it, then I turned on the TV and dropped down on the couch, pretty well beat. I wanted something cold to drink, but all there was in the fridge was beer, and I didn't think I could take any more of that.
I had decided to take a walk and try to find some cold pop, when the phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered a little nervously.
"Hi, baby. This is Howie. I just got in. How about a little tonight?"
"What?"
"Isn't this Dee?"
"No. This is Linda. I'm a friend of Darlene's ... er, Dee's. She's out right now. Shall I tell her you called?"
"Hell!" There was a pause. "Well, how about you? You doing anything tonight?" His voice sounded young, and he was obviously disappointed that Darlene was out.
"I'm afraid so. I just got here, and I'm getting settled in. I appreciate the offer, though."
"I could bring a bottle up," he argued, "and help you get settled. I could sure use some company tonight."
"Thanks, no. I'm sorry, but this isn't my apartment. I wouldn't feel right. I'll tell Dee you called. Good-bye." I hung up the phone before he had a chance to say any more. I wasn't in any shape to see any of Darlene's friends, and I certainly wouldn't want them up while I was here alone.
There wasn't anything on TV that I wanted to see, and I had a big day coming up, so I decided to go to bed. I slipped into my shorty nightgown, brushed my teeth, set the alarm, and went to bed. I had trouble going to sleep in my new surroundings, but finally drifted off.
The slamming of the front door woke me, and I was groggy enough to wonder for a moment where I was. I glanced up in the half-light to see Darlene weave through the door, bang against the sill, then carom off the bed on her way to the bathroom. She didn't shut the door, and it sounded as though someone had turned a hose on in the toilet.
She stumbled out of the bathroom, leaned against the dresser as she got out of her dress, then flopped on the bed in her underwear. I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep, but the aroma of stale beer almost made me sick.
When I awoke, Darlene was snoring up a storm and I didn't bother her. I shut off the alarm so it wouldn't wake her up, picked out what I was going to wear, then went into the bathroom and closed the door. After my shower, I had dried off and was hanging the towel on the rack when Darlene opened the door and stared at me standing stark naked in the tub.
"Well, you've sure grown up! What size bra are you in now? I wish I had those." She opened the medicine cabinet, took out a bottle of Alka-seltzer, and shook two tablets into her hand. "Jesus, I feel lousy! This is going to be a long day."
I stepped out, and slipped on my panties and bra while she filled a glass with water and dropped the tablets in. She was looking at herself critically in the mirror as I started to get dressed.
No one had ever seen me completely naked before, and I couldn't get over Darlene's attitude about it. It didn't seem to bother her at all. I put on the best dress I had brought with me, combed my hair, and went into the kitchenette to make some coffee.
After the coffee pot was going, I went back into the bedroom. The shower was still going. I put on what little makeup I used, then went back and poured myself a cup. I could only sip half of it because of the butterflies in my stomach, then I picked up my purse.
"I'm going now, Dee," I called. "I'll see you tonight."
"Okay," she answered from the bedroom. "Lot's of luck. I get home about five-thirty. See you then."
I went out the door, found the right corner for the bus, and went downtown. It took about half an hour, and the place wasn't hard to find. The offices were in a small building by itself in a semi-residential area.
My new boss, Mr. Harlan Scott, was a handsome man in his early fifties. He was very gracious when he welcomed me, and told me that he had known Mr. McCormack for many years.
"Anyone Mac recommends must be all right," he smiled. "I have the greatest respect for his judgment. Now, your work will be almost the same as you did for him. One of the girls will show you around the office. We're certainly glad to have you join us, Miss Carpenter, and I hope you'll be very happy here."
Marie, a tall colored girl, showed me around and helped me get situated at my new desk. Everyone in the office was very nice, and I was sure I was going to like it.
Everything was working out perfectly. As soon as I got my first paycheck, I'd start looking for a place of my very own. I was thrilled with my new life. So much so, that when I got to the apartments, I swung around a corner so fast I bumped smack into a young man with a hose in his hand, watering the shrubs.
"OOOPS!" he said, smiling.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going."
"No harm done. Just lost my balance for a second is all. Only got one good leg, so it's hard for me to stay upright."
"I'm so sorry. I hope you forgive me." He was a nice looking guy, about twenty-two or-three, tall and dark, and so slim he looked almost gaunt. He had a happy face, though, and it was split with a grin from ear to ear.
"Think nothing of it. Looking for somebody?"
"No. I live here," I replied. "I'm staying with Darlene Randall in apartment thirty-eight. Just 'till I get my own place, that is."
"Lonny Phillips is my name. I'm sort of a half-way manager around here. I go to school, and try to keep the place up. I wish we had a vacancy, but we're full up. You shouldn't have any trouble finding something though."
"I'm sure I won't. Glad to have met you." I turned and went up the stairs to the balcony, and I could feel his eyes on me until I reached the top and opened the door.
Darlene had left a note on the table that she had cleaned out a dresser drawer for me to use, and said that she had a surprise for me when she got home. I felt so good, I went to the fridge and got a cold can of beer to celebrate. I might as well start liking it, now that I was a woman of the world.
I took the beer into the bedroom, took off my dress and hung it up, then pulled my bags from under the bed. When I had them opened, I started going through the dresser drawers, looking for the empty one. I found it, and right in the middle of the otherwise vacant space was the obscene thing I'd seen the night before.
I picked it up to look at it, and it was exactly what I'd thought it was. The fake man's penis had a handle, and was made of flexible rubber or something like it. I took it over to the window, and examined it closely.
I knew I would never use anything like that, and I wondered how and why Darlene had ever managed to get it. I felt self-conscious holding it, so I took it back to the drawer, hesitating before dropping it back. I didn't want it, but I didn't want to start anything with Darlene, so I put it back and covered it with my underthings.
Darlene came home right on time with hamburgers, malts and french fries, explaining that she didn't like to cook during the week. We sat down at the table, and I asked her what the surprise was.
"I've got a date for you for Wednesday night. He's a real nice guy. I've gone out with him. He's a salesman for a paper company. He called this morning, just before I left for work."
"Fine. As long as you know him. By the way, you had a call last night. Howie something. I don't think he gave his last name."
"Why, that's who your date's with! He didn't tell me he called. Why, that stinker!"
"It probably slipped his mind, Dee. I just told him you weren't here."
"Doesn't matter," she said. "How do you like your new job?"
"It's terrific!" I went on to tell her all about it, and then we spent the rest of the evening talking about old times and the people back in Arizona. I tried several times to ask her about her life here, but she would give me a brief answer, then go on to something else, so I didn't press it.
Wednesday night we had hamburgers again, then hurried to get ready for our dates. Dee's boy friend, David Cooper, Coop for short, was the first to come. He was about twenty-five, tall, with long shaggy hair and way out clothes. He wore a mustache, but no beard, and seemed very intelligent.
"How do you like our little town?" he asked me while Dee was getting some beer.
"Great, so far. I haven't seen much of it. I want to take the grand tour this weekend."
"It's a swinging town, Lindy. Anything you want to do. Tonight, we're going to show you some of our entertainment."
"I opened a beer for you too, Lindy," Dee said as she came back with three cans. "We're going to be drinking it all night, so you might as well get started."
I accepted it with a laugh, and sipped on it. It wasn't too bad, and frankly I was getting a taste for it. We talked for a bit, and I found out that Coop worked for a tree service, which he seemed to like. He had quit college in his third year, but planned to go back when he had saved some money.
When the doorbell rang, Dee answered, and it was Howie. I was surprised when I saw him. I don't know what I expected, but he sure wasn't it. He was about six feet, wide shouldered, and slim waisted. He had a suit on. His black curly hair was neatly cut, and he was very good looking.
"Howie Douglas, I'd like you to meet Linda Carpenter," she smirked at him. "I understand you two have already talked."
He took my hand, and smiled at Dee. "Yeah. I forgot to tell you I called." He turned back to me. "Glad to meet you, Linda. You're as pretty as you sounded over the phone."
Dee and I got our purses, and we headed out the door to see the town. I had no idea what the plans were as we all piled into Coop's car, and I didn't really care. I felt secure with Dee, and I was anxious to see what night life was all about.
I found out soon enough.
Every place we went to was a go-go joint with nearly naked women dancing on bars or stages. I'd never seen women like that before, and I was ashamed to watch at first.
We didn't dance much, just drank beer and watched the girls go through their gyrations. We must have gone to six or seven of those places before we got to one that was quiet and had nothing but juke box music. We hadn't talked much before, because of the noise, but now we were all rapping. Howie got up and played some music; the slow kind which was all I could really dance to.
"How about it, Lindy?" he asked me.
"Sure." I got up, and he danced me around the floor, much lighter on his feet than I expected him to be, since he was so big.
On the second song, he held me tight and we stayed in almost the same spot. I could feel a hardness against my belly, and I sure knew what that was. I tried to back away, but he kept pulling me closer, and he knew I could feel it.
"Shall we go back to the table?" I asked lightly when the song was over.
"Can't, baby! My pants are sticking out. Let's dance one more, then maybe I'll be able to." He pulled me to him again, and we danced through the last song.
When it was over, he reached down under his coat and adjusted himself, then smiled at me. I tried to grin back weakly, but I don't think I did a very good job of it. We went back to the table and sat down. I picked up my glass of beer, and noticed that my hand was trembling when I raised it up.
"We'd better be going home," Dee announced. "We've got to go to work in the morning, and I've had enough beer to float a barge."
We all agreed, and the boys paid the bill and we went out to the car. Howie and I got in back, and before Coop had the car started, Howie had his arm around me, pulling me over for a kiss.
I didn't object to that, or even when he put his tongue in my mouth, but when he started to run his hand up my thigh, I pushed it away. He sat up, surprised, then smiled and started all over again. I tried to push his hand away, but he was so strong I couldn't, so I squeezed my legs together, and tried to hold him off. I didn't want to start a fight in the car.
He stopped for a while, just leaving his hand on the outside of my panties while he kissed me, then he began to work under them. I could feel his hot fingers running across my hair, then he put a finger down farther, and worked it up and down.
I wanted him to stop ... but then I didn't. I knew it couldn't go too far with Dee and Coop in the front seat, so I guess I thought I was safe. Anyway, I relaxed a little bit, and before I knew it, he had a finger inside me. No one had ever done that before, and I was more curious about how it felt than I was excited.
When we stopped suddenly, I looked up and saw that we were in front of the apartment.
"Well, we'd better go in, Dee," I said gruffly. "Thanks for the evening, Howie." I opened the door and got out.
Dee gave Coop a long kiss, while I stood there waiting anxiously for her to come on. Howie hadn't gotten out, and I could guess why. I didn't want anything more to happen that night, and all I wanted was to get in and go to bed as soon as I could.
They broke apart, whispered for a minute, then Dee got out. Howie slid out of the back seat, and climbed in front with Coop. He'd come out in a cab, and Coop was going to drop him off downtown.
We all said goodnight, and Dee and I went up the stairs to the balcony. I hadn't had as much beer as the others, but I was sure feeling it as I walked up. My head was light, and my feet wouldn't do what I wanted them to.
"Well, what do you think of him?" Dee asked as soon as we were inside. "Kind of cute, isn't he?"
"Yes, he is. I had a lot of fun. But right now, I have to go!" I hurried to the bathroom.
While I was sitting there, I thought about Howie, and what I'd let him do. And, I thought about what had happened on the dance floor. I was sure that if I went out with him again, he would expect a lot more, because I'd acted like I wanted him to.
I decided I wouldn't do it again, and I'd see about getting any future dates on my own. Then, I remembered the pills. I'd forgotten about them entirely. But after what happened a little while ago, I'd better start taking them. No telling what could happen. Maybe my sister-in-law was smarter than I'd thought.
"Thank God!" Dee said, brushing past me as I opened the door. "I thought I was going to bust a bladder!"
I hung up my dress quickly, wanting to get into my night clothes before Dee came out. I managed it just in time. She began undressing as I turned the covers back on the bed.
"Going out with him again?" she asked.
"He didn't ask me, but I don't think I will, anyway. He's a little too fast for me."
"Oh, come on, Lindy," she laughed, slipping into bed with nothing on. "They're all like that. You just have to make up your mind whether you want to or not."
"Well, I don't want to!" I turned off the light. "At least not with him. There're plenty of other guys."
Dee buried her face in her pillow and mumbled, "They're all the same. Believe me."
When Dee and Coop went to an "X" rated movie on Friday night, she wanted me to go too, but I didn't want to be a third wheel. I wasn't too sure I'd like a show like that anyway, so I stayed home and watched TV. She didn't get home until early in the morning, and she'd had too much to drink again.
Coop called when we got back from shopping and washing the next day, and said he had a date for me that night. I begged off, because I didn't want to make the rounds of those go-go places again, but Dee talked me into it, saying that we were going to a house party. Some girl's parents were out of town for the weekend, and she was throwing a blast.
It would have been awfully dull sitting there by myself, so I decided to go, and when my date came to the door, I was glad I did.
His name was Alex Zimmer, and he seemed very nice. He said he was from Nebraska, and hadn't been in San Diego very long. He just gotten out of the service, and he'd decided to stay in California.
"Do you know any of these people?" he asked when we were in the car.
"No, no one except Dee and Coop. But it sounds like fun." It wasn't.
Everyone got pretty drunk, and by ten o'clock, couples were sneaking off into the bedrooms. One of the girls came up to me, and whispered that the guys wanted to take nude pictures of the girls later. I wasn't going to have any part of that, so I asked Alex to get me out of there. When I explained why, he agreed, and we apologized and left.
"How about something to eat?" Alex asked when we got back to town.
"Fine. I'm hungry."
We had sandwiches at a nice little restaurant, and talked for a long time. Alex was quiet, but he wasn't shy, and I found myself liking him quite a bit. I hoped he would ask me for another date, and he did when we got back to the apartment.
"How about the beach, tomorrow? About one?"
"That would be nice. Thank goodness I thought to bring a bathing suit. Should I pack a lunch or something?"
"No, we'll grab a bite somewhere if we get hungry." He walked me to the door, and kissed me lightly. "Thanks for a nice evening. I'm sorry about the party."
"Oh, it wasn't your fault. Thanks for getting me away from there. I'll see you tomorrow.
Goodnight."
I unlocked the door and went in. All the lights were off, so I assumed Dee had stayed at the party. I couldn't believe that she would let someone take pictures of her, but a lot of things had already happened that I wouldn't have believed could have.
I went to the bedroom door, reached around, and flicked on the light. Coop was laying between Dee's legs, stark naked. Dee's arms and legs were around him, and I could see her red hair spread out all over the pillow.
"Hey, you don't have to leave!" She turned the light back on, and I turned to see her slipping into her filmy negligee.
"Open some beer," she said. "We'll be out in a minute."
I was on the verge of tears, and I wanted to sink right through the floor. I couldn't face them now! But where would I go? Dee had disappeared from the doorway, and I stood there for a moment, embarrassed, afraid, and shaking.
There was only one thing I could do, and that was bluff my way through. I tossed my purse on the couch, turned on the light, and went to the refrigerator. While I was opening the cans, Coop passed through the front room, waved to me, then went out the door.
I heaved a sigh of relief. At least I wouldn't have to look at him. I took the beer into the living room and sat down, afraid my legs wouldn't hold me. Dee came out smiling, picked up a can, and sat down.
"I didn't expect you home so soon," she said lightly. "We didn't want to stay either, but we came right back here. Where'd you two go?"
She was so nonchalant about the whole thing, I was sick. It didn't bother her in the slightest that I had seen them. I had known her almost all my life, and it just wouldn't sink in.
"Dee, how could you? Don't you feel any shame at all? Don't you even care?"
Her green eyes got hard, and she lit a cigarette before she answered me.
"Listen, little girl saint," she said in a steely voice. "'I've grown up. And if you want to stay here, you'd better figure out what life is all about, just like I had to. Don't pull any of that purity crap on me."
I broke into racking sobs, ran into the bedroom and slammed the door shut. I threw myself on the bed, crying hysterically. What was happening to me? What was happening to the girl I once knew? This wasn't what I had dreamed of! This was a nightmare!
CHAPTER III
When I awoke, the sun was already beaming in brightly. I had cried myself to sleep, but I remembered Dee coming to bed later. She wasn't there now, and the door to the front room was closed.
I took off my wrinkled dress, hung it in the closet, then showered and cleaned up. As I was dressing, I heard pots and pans being rattled in the kitchenette. Evidently Dee was starting breakfast.
I didn't really want to face her, but I had no choice. With the few dollars I had left I couldn't get another apartment, and I certainly wasn't going home. After a final inspection in front of the mirror, I opened the door to face a new day.
The living room was a mess; Sunday papers were scattered all over the couch and the floor around it, every ashtray was full, and beer cans and coffee cups littered every table. I ignored the mess, and went directly to the kitchenette.
Dee was in a robe fixing bacon and eggs at the stove, and a fresh pot of coffee was bubbling.
"Good morning," she smiled. "Do you realize it's almost ten thirty?"
"Hi! No, I didn't look at the clock." She seemed to have forgotten all about last night, and I was determined to do the same.
"If you'll fix the toast, Lindy, I'll get the rest of it."
I made and buttered the toast while she set the table and carried the things in. When I got to the table, everything was set, and I sat down. I occupied myself with the food, waiting expectantly for her to bring up last night's argument.
"Got anything on for today?" she asked finally.
"Yes. Alex is taking me to the beach at one. I don't know what time we'll be back, though." I could have bit my tongue for that last remark, but it had just slipped out.
"Don't worry, Lindy," Dee smiled. "I won't embarrass you like that again. But I am surprised at your attitude. No, I guess I shouldn't say that. I suppose I would have been the same way, when I first got here. But I sure learned in a hurry and I think you will, too!"
"Learned about what, Dee? You knew all about sex before you ever left! You knew what it meant!"
"No, not really." She sighed, shook her head, then looked up at me. "There's a lot more to it than what we were taught. God, it's almost a way of life!
"And, you get used to it," she muttered almost to herself as she poured another cup of coffee and took another piece of toast.
"You learn to use it to get what you want.
And what you need." She giggled. "Besides, it's a lot of fun!"
The recollection of last night came back to me, and I felt my face getting hot.
"Well, I don't think it's right to do it with just anybody!"
"So? Coop's somebody! I don't plan to marry him, but we're pretty close. We like each other a lot, and we enjoy being together. What more can you ask? Hell, it has to be somebody, you know!"
"I'm sorry I said what I did, Dee. I have no right to question what you do. I really appreciate your letting me stay here and everything, and I promise to stay out of your way as much as possible."
"Hey, kid!" she put her hand on my arm, "I'm the one who's sorry! I shouldn't have blown up. But you'll see what I've been talking about after you've been here a little while. I know you will! You just have to learn to loosen up, that's all!"
"I'll try, Dee. But I don't think I could go that far."
"You will, Lindy! You will!" She lit a cigarette, and stood up. "I'm going to get some clothes on, then we'll start straightening up the place. Okay?"
I nodded, and when she went into the bedroom I stacked the dishes washed and put them away, then went to work on the living room. When Dee was dressed, she came out to give me a hand, and in an hours time we were through.
When Dee went out to get some things, I slipped into my only bathing suit, a bikini I had to talk my mother into letting me buy, then sat down to read the paper until Alex got there.
I noticed the police were making raids all over the county on drug users and pushers. Most of them were young, my age, and I wondered how anybody could be so stupid.
Alex pushed the bell at exactly one, and we were off. It was a beautiful day, and I was looking forward to my first swim in the ocean. Alex sensed the way I felt, and gave me a big grin.
"All set for a big day?"
"I sure am! I've never been to the ocean before!"
"Well, we've got a perfect day for it."
The beach wasn't very crowded, so we picked a spot close to the car, spread a blanket out, and Alex stripped off his shirt and jeans. I noticed he had a beautiful tan. I wanted my skin dark too, and today was a perfect time to start.
Alex whistled when I took my beach robe off. "Not bad, for a country girl. I'd better stick close, so none of these clowns try to grab you away!"
"Let's get in the water," I called, running toward the sea. It was going to ruin my hair, but I didn't care.
In the water, we swam and horsed around. Alex managed to touch my body all over under the water, making it look like an accident each time, but I didn't care. He held me close several times, and I could feel that he was very hard. I enjoyed it, actually getting a thrill out of it, because I knew nothing could happen there.
We stayed until almost six, talking and swimming by turns. I was having a wonderful time and didn't really want to leave, but Alex had skipped lunch and was hungry, so we stopped at a drive-in for fish 'n chips, then he took me home.
"Sorry I have to cut it short," he said when he pulled up. "I've got some sales reports to get ready for a meeting in the morning, and I've put it off as long as I can."
"Oh, that's all right." I was beginning to feel warm under the robe, and I was sure I was sunburned.
"Can I call you next week?"
"Fine! I'd like that. Thanks for a nice afternoon." I got out, and walked to the stairs as he drove away. The robe was hurting my shoulders, so I gingerly slipped it off before I started up.
"Whew! You're a little red, aren't you?"
I turned to see Lonny Phillips limping toward me from the corner of the building. He had such a concerned look on his face, I glanced at my shoulders and upper arms, and they were beet red.
"You'd better get something on that!" he said, coming up. "Don't you know better than to stay out so long?"
"I guess not," I shrugged. "I'll get something from Dee."
"She doesn't have anything. She borrowed mine last time she got burned. You go on up, and I'll get it. It's pretty good stuff."
He swung around and limped back the way he had come. I went up, and had to unlock the door. I didn't know whether Dee was out or what, but I checked carefully before barging into the bedroom.
I started to hang up the robe, but my shoulders were too sore, so I dropped it on the bed. There was a light rap at the door, and I called for Lonny to come in.
"Here," he handed me a large tube. "Have Dee rub that on you. It really works."
"Dee's not here. Would you mind?"
He looked at me oddly for a second, then shook his head and took the tube back.
"Lay down on the bed," he ordered, nodding to the door. "It'll be easier that way."
I laid down with some difficulty, and he sat next to me, his bad leg held straight out. I felt a blob of coolness as he squirted some lotion onto my shoulders, and began rubbing it in.
"I never did get your name."
"Linda. Linda Carpenter.
"Known Dee long?" he asked, going over my back and arms.
"Practically all my life! We grew up together."
He was silent for a while, then said, "Was she always the way she is now?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean man crazy! She's had ten or twelve different guys since she moved in here. And I mean more than just dates!" He sounded as though he was almost sad about it.
"No. She wasn't like that before," I answered honestly. "Something's changed her, I know. But she's basically a good girl."
"Huh! Aren't they all?" He'd finished with my back, and was putting cream on my legs. "Is that any better?"
"Oh, yes. Much!" His hand was going farther up into my crotch than I cared for, but I reasoned the stuff had to go on all over, if it was to do any good.
"Are you like that?" he asked softly. "Like Dee, I mean?"
I turned on my side to face him. "No, I'm not! Not in any way! So don't get any ideas!"
"Calm down, Linda! I'm not going to bother you. I can't afford to. I manage this place, remember?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm just a little touchy, that's all. Are you about through?"
"With your back. Want me to do the front?" he winked.
"No, thanks. I'll take care of that myself. Why don't you open us a couple of beers? I'll be right out."
Lonny handed me the tube and left. I got up, stepped in front of the mirror so I could see what I was doing, and applied the cream to my reddened skin. Then I joined Lonny.
He was sitting on the couch with his feet on the coffee table, and waved to a can on the table next to the chair.
"It's good and cold. Only way to drink beer."
I sat down on the very edge of the chair so I wouldn't smear cream all over, then took a long grateful swallow. I was really beginning to like the stuff.
"How do you know so much about Dee, Lonny? Do you keep tabs on her?"
"No! Hell, no! But it's not hard to see. She was bringing home a different one practically every night there for a while. Some of 'em were real creeps. We've talked about it, so I'm not saying anything behind her back."
"How about you? Have you...? "
"Nope! She doesn't want anything to do with me that way. Oh, I've come up and had beer with her, but that's it." He paused for a minute, then said, "You know, she could really be something if she tried."
He changed the subject quickly after that, asking about my work and my family. We had several more beers, turning on the lights when it got dark. He was interesting company, and I liked his being there and the quiet conversation.
"Well, better be getting back to the books," he said, standing up awkwardly. "I'm not learning as fast as I used to."
He walked over to me a little unsteadily, looked down at my breasts, then leaned over and kissed me. Gently at first, then his lips pressed harder against mine until I was almost pushed over backwards. I didn't stop him because I enjoyed it, but when he raised up and I saw a bulge in the front of his pants, I wished I had. I didn't want any trouble, but I certainly didn't want him, either!
"Take it easy, Linda." He hobbled to the door, and I was so relieved I felt foolish. "Use some more of that cream, if you need it. Goodnight." He closed the door behind him.
It had cooled off quite a bit, and I was getting chilly in my bikini, so I got out the lightest dress I had, and slipped it on. No one was going to see me anyway, so I didn't bother with any underclothes.
I opened another beer and settled down in front of the TV, wondering idly where Dee could be. I remembered our conversation, and guessed she was in bed with Coop someplace.
My mind wandered over the events of the last week; Howie and Alex, and now Lonny. I'd seen or felt them all when they were big. That is, I'd seen them, but not really. I wondered if they all looked like that thing in my dresser.
I went and got it, bringing it back to the couch to get another look. It seemed so big! I'd never had more than a finger inside, but I was sure it would never fit. Not something like that!
Giggling to myself, I remembered that my mother had always warned me about tampons. She said they were for married women only, and that good single girls should only use the pads.
I drank another beer as I sat there toying with the thing, looking at it from all angles. Then, on impulse, and because I was feeling no pain, I took it into the bedroom, and laid down on the bed.
I pulled my dress up around my waist, and moved the thing around between my legs, closing my eyes and pretending it was a man. It felt funny, but good, and after a while I spread myself apart a bit, and rubbed it harder. I could feel myself getting damp.
After feeling for the opening with my finger, I tried to put it in, but it wouldn't go. So, I sat up, spreading my legs apart as far as I could to get a better view of what I was doing.
When I did that, it started in right away, but it wouldn't go very far. As I kept trying to slip it in with little pushes, I became more and more excited. It was so different from what I had experienced before.
I laid back down with my legs apart, and it slipped in so easily it worried me. I thought there was supposed to be something in a virgin to stop it. When it was in as far as it would go, I stopped for a minute, trembling with the full feeling inside of me. It was so wonderful!
Very slowly and gently, I began pulling it out and pushing it in. The feeling was absolutely tremendous! All sorts of wild imaginings ran through my mind. I dreamt it was the first boy I had ever loved; then it was a handsome, tender husband; strong, but loving me with a quiet, easy passion.
The delicious sensation built up until I couldn't stop it, and my body shook in ecstatic spasms. I heard myself cry out, then it was over and I laid there panting, warm, the thing still inside me. Oh! It felt so good! My first real orgasm! Why hadn't anyone ever told me it would be like this?
My eyes opened slowly, first glancing at the ceiling, then something caught my eye, and I looked down toward the foot of the bed.
Lonny was standing there!
Not moving, he waited in the doorway his eyes looking at my face and nothing else. I leaped up, pulling my dress down and throwing the thing under the bed in the same motion.
"Get out of here!" I screamed. "Get out or I'll call the police!"
"Don't get so excited, Linda," he said calmly. "I heard you holler, and I thought something was wrong. And don't worry about my seeing anything. I didn't!" He swung on his heel, and left.
In a fit of anger and embarrassment I threw myself on the floor, groping under the bed for the thing. When my hand brushed by it, it was wet and sticky and I hated to touch it, but I had to. I pulled it out, took it into the bathroom, and dropped it into the sink, turning on the hot water to wash it off. Then, I dried it thoroughly and put it back in the drawer. I never wanted to look at the thing again!
I hurried to the refrigerator for a beer, opened it with shaking hands, then went in to the couch. As soon as I sat down, I felt liquid running out of me and onto my dress. My God, was anything else going to happen? On the verge of tears I got up, stripped off my dress to wipe the couch, then ran into the bathroom and shut the door.
After rinsing out the dress as best I could in the sink, I turned on the shower and climbed under it. I wanted to get rid of any evidence of what I had done as soon as possible. The hot water hurt my sun-reddened skin, but I didn't care. I wanted and needed to be clean!
When I had dried off and wrung out my dress to dry, I was too tired and too full of anguish to do anything else but go to bed. I got my nightgown from the drawer, but decided it would hurt my burn too much, so I put it away and went to bed in the nude, something I had done only twice since I had been in my teens.
I fell off to sleep, hoping and praying that Lonny wouldn't ever mention what had happened to anybody. I could never see him again, at any rate. Not with him knowing what I had done. I'd just have to move as soon as I could. I'd talk to Mr. Scott in the morning, and ask if I could have an advance on my salary. I had to get out of there!
Muffled sounds and whispered conversation woke me during the night. I peered at the doorway through sleep-heavy eyes and saw Dee look in, assure herself that I was asleep, then shut the door quietly. I was glad she was home, that I had a friend nearby.
I was trying to go back to sleep and ignore the uncomfortable feeling of the covers on my sensitive skin when the door reopened, and Coop came in, completely naked. In the light from the other room I watched him pass by the bed almost furtively, not glancing in my direction.
His penis was at full erection, and stood up and away from his pelvis like a huge tube. I listened to the water-splashing sounds from the bathroom, anxious for him to return so I could get another look at his immense penis.
This time, he was walking toward the light, and I got a much better view. I sucked in my breath as I compared it to the device I had used earlier, and Coop's was actually bigger!
When he turned to shut the door, leaving it slightly ajar, I noticed his testicle sack swinging slightly, and the entire vision had an astonishing affect on me. As soon as he turned away, my hand went to my crotch almost subconsciously.
I lay there caressing my love area until there were no more sounds from the front room, then as quietly as possible I slipped from under the covers and glided to the partly open door to peek in.
Coop was sitting in the chair, his legs spread wide apart, and Dee was kneeling on the floor in front of him, her hand on his upright penis. She was moving her hand ever so slightly up and down, her eyes riveted to his thing.
I knelt on the floor, opened the door just a crack farther so I could get a better view, then began massaging myself in time with Dee's motions. I felt secure as an observer, and I wanted to see as much as I could. I wanted to try and feel some of the sensation I knew they were experiencing.
Dee leaned forward over his penis, her auburn hair almost hiding her face, and put her mouth over it. When her head began bobbing up and down, she spread her legs and put her free hand between them. She was doing the same thing I was! Only she had his thing in her mouth!
I stood up quickly, opened my drawer without a sound, and took out the imitation. Then I went back to the door, resumed my position, and put the thing in my mouth. Dee was doing it faster now, and I copied her motions, pushing the thing in and out of my mouth and rubbing my crotch.
Coop pushed her hair back with his hands, and I could get a better view of what Dee was doing to him. She was taking half of it into her mouth, then pulling away slowly, lingering over the tip. I did the same thing, closing my eyes and pretending that it was really a man, and that he could feel what I was doing to him.
When I opened my eyes, Coop was breathing heavily and his face was flushed. He pulled Dee's head up, and she rose to stand in front of him. Coop put his hands on her behind and pulled her to him, her pelvis right in his face. Dee ran her hands in his hair and moaned, then began writhing against him, her legs apart.
I continued to suck on the thing and rub my hand. I was getting all wet, and I hadn't even put my finger inside! When I did, a shiver of excitement ran up my spine, and I could feel my nipples tingle.
Dee backed away and pushed Coop into the chair. Then she climbed up with her legs on either side of him. I watched with fascination as she took his penis in her hand, held it straight up, and guided into her hole. OH! How I wanted that!
She took her hand away and I could see his lovely penis and his testicles beneath her love area, all mingled into one. He arched, and began driving his tube into her all the way. As I watched it disappear, Dee groaned loudly.
"Fuck me, Coop! Oh, fuck me!" she cried.
Raising up on my knees, I took the thing from my mouth and put it between my legs, then maneuvered it so it was in the same position as Coop's. Then I slid down over it, just as Dee had, pushing it all the way in. It was the most wonderful feeling I'd ever had!
While Dee was pumping up and down on Coop, I did the same with my thing. I wanted to moan and cry out like Dee was doing, but I didn't dare. I kept moving around to get the most feeling I could, pushing down and pulling up with jerky movements that I could hardly control. When Coop took her breasts in his hands and began sucking them, I took mine in my free hand, but it didn't do anything for me.
We all had an orgasm at the same time, Dee crying out and Coop grunting over and over. I couldn't do anything except sigh. What had happened earlier was nothing like this! This was it! This was what sex was all about!
Dee started getting off Coop, and I leaped up. My legs were so stiff from kneeling on the floor that they almost gave way as I hurried to the dresser to hide the thing. I got under the covers quickly, and pretended to be asleep again.
Coop came in, but his penis wasn't quite so big now. It hung down in front of him like a huge, wilted candle, swaying as he walked. When he went out, Dee came through, and I could hear her messing with the water bag and douche things.
I must have drifted off to sleep while she was still in there, because I don't remember her coming out. I was content, and dreamt of all sorts of free happenings. Most vividly, I dreamt of having Alex between my legs, driving his penis in and out. I don't know whether I had an orgasm in my sleep, but it sure felt like it the next morning, because I was soaking wet.
Dee was in the shower when I awoke, so I slipped on my robe and went to make coffee. The morning seemed brighter somehow, and I was in good spirits when she joined me at the table.
"Morning," Dee said. "Have a good time at the beach?"
"Wonderful! Alex is a real dream! What did you do?"
"Oh, not much of anything. Went to a few bars, then bowled a couple of frames. Nothing exciting." She poured a cup of coffee, and sat down.
"I have something to tell you, Dee."
"Oh?" She looked at me wide-eyed. "What?"
"I think I know now what you've been trying to tell me. I mean about the sex thing."
She threw her head back, and laughed for a minute. "You don't mean to tell me that Alex got into your pants? Already?"
"No, nothing like that. I just understand now. Why you don't feel it's so bad to do it, I mean. It must be a lot of fun. If you like the guy, I guess there's nothing wrong with it."
She shook her head, smiling at me in a sisterly way. "Well, I won't pry. I don't know what changed your mind, and I don't want to know. I'm glad, though."
"I think I am, too. I must have been missing something, and I want to change. Not all the way, but just a little, if you know what I mean."
"Just have fun, Lindy. That's all. But don't let it get out of hand. That's the best advice I can give."
We fixed breakfast, ate, and cleaned things up, chatting all the time like long lost friends with something more than a common bond between them.
I went to work happier than I had been in months.
CHAPTER IV
The people at the office didn't seem to share my enthusiasm for the new day, but then they hadn't had the experiences and revelation I'd had. A new world seemed to be dawning for me; a world I hadn't even been aware of, but which promised immense excitement and satisfaction.
The week went swimming by. Alex called me for a date for Friday night, and of course I accepted. I wasn't sure how long it would take him to go as far as Howie had, and though I wasn't going to encourage him, I wondered what it would be like. Of all the guys I knew at the time, he would be the only one I would consider going all the way with.
On Wednesday, Mr. Scott called me into his office, closed the door, and motioned me to a chair. I couldn't imagine anything I had done wrong, but my heart was in my mouth.
"How do you like it here by now?" he smiled in an obvious attempt to put me at ease.
"I like it very much, Mr. Scott. The people are so nice, and the work is so much like what I did for Mr. McCormack that I feel right at home."
"Well, we're very pleased with your work, too. But then, I'm not surprised. As I said, Mac has astute judgment."
He made himself busy arranging the few papers on his desk, then looked over at me with a curious expression on his face. I thought for a moment he was going to apologize, then tell me that they had to let me go.
"I hesitate to bring this up, but I have a favor I'd like to ask of you. A very good client of ours, Frank Dabney, has asked me about you. He's seen you here several times. I don't know whether you've paid any attention to him?"
"Oh, yes. I know him. He seems very nice." In truth, I had never spoken to the man, though I had seen him. One of the girls pointed him out to me the second day I was there, informing me breathlessly that he had his own trucking company, and wasn't married.
He hadn't struck me as being so much. A pleasant-looking man who appeared to be very businesslike in his manner, he had faint blue eyes, straw colored hair that hung down on his forehead, and he was just a little plump.
"Well, at any rate, he has asked me to introduce him to you. I explained to him that I'd be happy to, but I want you to know that nothing is expected of you as far as I'm concerned. If you should want to see him farther, that would be strictly up to you."
"I see." I didn't know what else to say.
"He'll be in this afternoon. If it's all right with you, I'll make the introduction then. He seems quite taken with you, Miss Carpenter." He gave me a big grin. "But then, that only indicates he has good taste."
"That will be fine, Mr. Scott." I rose. "Will that be all for now?"
"Yes. That's it. And thank you. I don't mind doing favors for my clients, but this was a little out of my line. You made it very easy for me. I won't forget your help."
Back at my desk, I pondered the proposal. What was I going to do if he asked me for a date? What if I didn't like him after I met him? All I could do was play it by ear, but I was very nervous that afternoon when Mr. Scott brought him to my desk.
After the introductions were over, Mr. Scott left, and Mr. Dabney smiled at me with a sincere look of embarrassment. "Would you by any chance be available to go out one evening this week?"
"Why yes! I'd like that." He didn't seem too bad, and besides, it was a favor to my boss. Then, I remembered. "That is except Friday night. I have an engagement for that night."
"Thursday then?"
I agreed, and we set the time at seven. At the apartment that evening, I briefly checked everything I had to wear, but nothing seemed appropriate. He had mentioned dinner, but not where, so I really didn't know what I should wear.
When Dee got home, I laid the problem in her lap. She thought for a few minutes, then went to the closet and brought out a beautiful black sheath that was almost a mini. It had a shallow "V" neck, and was sleeveless.
"With a set of pearls, you couldn't go wrong in this!" Dee said. "And I'll even loan you those."
by seven o'clock on Thursday, I was a nervous wreck. I almost wished I had never accepted. I wasn't that familiar with what to do on a date with an older man, let alone in a town like this. I felt I'd just make a fool of myself, but it was too late to turn back.
As it turned out, everything went so smoothly I was almost proud of myself. We had dinner in a magnificent restaurant, then went to several night clubs. By midnight, I was giddy from the unending series of cocktails Frank had bought, and I felt like a queen. Frank had had more than I, but he didn't show it at all.
On the way home, Frank asked if he could come up for a quick drink, and when I said all we had was beer, he stopped at a liquor store and got a sack full of those instant cocktails. I thought it would be a nice way to end a wonderful evening.
In the apartment, he took off his coat, sat down, and waited to be served. I tried to act like a proper hostess, but I was a little tipsy, and it was apparent. When he had his drink, he motioned me to the couch next to him.
Before I knew it, he had his arms around me, smothering my face with kisses. I didn't mind, because I felt I owed him at least that much. But when his hand started inching up my leg, that was too much, and I pushed it away.
It didn't do any good. He was stronger than he looked. I became frightened and tried to get up, but he forced me back and after a silent struggle, he was laying on me. I could feel his hardness against my thighs, then he was pumping up and down against my dress.
Somehow I got the strength to turn over, and he fell to the floor. I sat up and looked at him warily. I didn't even feel him doing it, but he had his penis out, sticking out of his pants like a huge pole. It was all wet on the end, and I glanced down to my lap. A big white blob was soaking into the black linen of my dress.
"C'mon, baby," he grinned lecherously at me. "Take 'em off, and we'll do it right!"
He stood up, unbuckled his pants, and dropped them to the floor. Then he took his shorts off, and he was standing there in front of me with only his shirt on, his big penis throbbing.
I hadn't moved since he fell off, and when I tried to stand he shoved me back roughly, pulled my dress up, and hooked his hands in my panties.
"Don't! Oh, please don't!" I begged, but it didn't do any good. My panties were off, and my skirt was up to my breasts. He grabbed my knees and yanked them apart, then kneeled between them.
"Don't, Frank! Please don't do that! I'll do anything, but please, not that!"
He stopped and looked at me strangely, his eyes bulging in their sockets. "D'you mean that? You'll do anything, as long as I don't stick it in?"
I nodded, tears streaming down my face, and he shook his head.
"All right! Blow me, and I won't!" He got up and sat down at the end of the couch.
"What do you mean?" I asked weakly, thankful for the brief halt in the wrestling.
"Blow me!" He took the thing in his hand and waved it around. "Suck me off! That's what you want, isn't it? I've heard about broads like you, but I sure as hell never met one. C'mon!"
I sat up, not believing what he said. He wanted me to put that thing in my mouth! Like Dee had done to Coop. I couldn't do that! I'd never even held a real one before!
"C'mon, babe," Frank snarled impatiently. "Either suck it, or I'm going to stick it in your hole. Now which is it going to be?"
I didn't want him to put that thing in me. I wanted to save that for someone whose name I didn't even know. Anything was better than that! And I couldn't make Frank mad. If Mr. Scott ever found out about it, I'd probably lose my job. I had no choice!
Without looking Frank in the face, I got off the couch, crawled over between his open legs, and knelt down. Timidly, I took the thing in my hand. It was so warm I pulled away for a second, then held it again when Frank swore. It took almost my entire hand to go around it.
The monstrous thing throbbed in my grip, and seemed to grow right before my eyes. This velvety penis was real! I'd have to do what I did to the fake thing the other night. I leaned over and put my lips around it, and after the first pang of revulsion, it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be.
Frank put his hands on my head, forcing it down onto the hot, pulsating rod. I went down as far as I could, but when it began to gag me I had to stop, and Frank stopped pushing. I ran my tongue over it, easing my mouth up and down, and it seemed to please him, as he moaned and jerked, writhing his hips under my face.
Suddenly, the thing was vibrating in my hand and between my lips, and hot liquid was spurting into my mouth. I couldn't take my head away because Frank was holding it tightly, so I tried to swallow the fluid. It was hard to do with that penis so far in my mouth, but somehow I managed, and he released my head.
"Oh, baby, that was good!" he sighed. "You're really some expert with that mouth. I liked it almost better than fucking!"
When I glanced up, his eyes were closed in rapture, and I thought it would be a good time to get away. I reached for my panties, leaped up, and ran to the bathroom to rinse my mouth out.
After I had gargled with mouthwash to take . the taste away, I slipped my panties on and noticed he had torn the dress up both sides along the seams. On top of everything else! I looked in the mirror, and some other girl stared back at me; a girl I had never seen before, and never wanted to see again!
I made up my mind to get out of there as soon as I could, and tiptoed to the bedroom door. If he was still there, I was going to run past him and out the front door before he could do anything about it.
He was gone!
I entered the room quietly, thinking he might be in the kitchenette, and I was ready to dart to the door if he was. When I saw the area was empty. I almost crumpled to the floor with relief. I lurched toward the chair and slumped into it, exhausted. I wanted to cry, but nothing came.
Forcing my eyes to the couch where that terrible incident had happened, I noticed a crumpled piece of paper. When I went over to pick it up, it was a twenty dollar bill. That dirty old bastard had paid me! He actually thought I would do something like that for money! I threw it on the floor and stepped on it like a bug.
Now the tears came; racking sobs that I couldn't control. I stumbled to the chair, and let it all come out. How long I sat there I have no idea, but all at once Dee was shaking me by the shoulder.
"What's the matter, honey?" she cried. "What's happened? Are you all right?"
"I'm all right," I blubbered through the tears. "I don't want to talk about it right now."
She picked up a glass containing the Manhattans that Frank had bought, and handed it to me.
"Here! Drink this!"
I dutifully sipped the drink, and it did help a little bit. At least the sobbing stopped. When I had drained the glass, Dee helped me into the bedroom, took off my dress and underthings, and put me to bed in the nude. She covered me, and kissed me on the forehead.
"Get some rest, honey. We'll take care of whatever it is in the morning. Don't worry. I'll be right here."
She went out and shut the door, and I cried myself to sleep for the second time since I had arrived in this dreadful place.
Dee was thoughtfully silent the next morning until we had finished breakfast and were on our second cup of coffee. I didn't even want to talk about it then, but I knew I couldn't just let it go unexplained.
"Want to tell me what happened now?" she asked softly.
"Well, I ... That is, when we got back here, he...." I couldn't get the words out.
"He wanted to fuck you, is that it?" Dee asked bluntly.
I nodded, not looking at her. "It all happened so fast! I couldn't stop him!"
"You did do it then? Fuck him?" Her tone was kind and understanding.
I couldn't admit to her what I had done, so I nodded my head.
"Well, what's so bad about that? It didn't hurt you, did it?"
"No. I guess not."
"He was a friend of your boss, right?"
"Yes."
"So? Now you're in like Flynn with your boss, you're not any the worse for wear, and you must have had a good time last night. What's the problem?"
I shook my head. "I don't know! It just seems so terrible! I didn't expect anything like that to happen. I feel dirty!"
"Bullshit! You stop that nonsense right now, you hear me? That pussy of yours isn't going to wear out. So what if you were fucked? Who's going to know the difference? I heard somewhere that the average person fucks at least thirty thousand times in their lifetime! What the hell difference does one time make?"
I thought it over, and she was right. Even though she didn't know the truth, who would know the difference? Frank and I were the only ones, and I doubted if he'd tell Mr. Scott about it. And anyone he would tell wouldn't make any difference to me. I began to feel a little better about it, but I knew it wouldn't leave my mind for a long time.
"You're right, Dee! What the hell difference does it make? I can't go on the rest of my life worrying about it, can I?"
"Hell, no!" She smiled at me, and put her hand on my shoulder. "Let's get ready for work, shall we? Forget the whole damn thing ever happened. You never know, it might turn out for the good."
When I got to the office, I felt for a while that everyone was staring at me, but I managed to get over that. Mr. Scott didn't say a word about Frank, which I was grateful for, and by the days end, I was in much better spirits.
Alex picked me up at seven-thirty and we went to a show, then had a late dinner and cocktails. It was so wonderful just being with him. I felt relaxed and content, knowing that I could just be myself.
When he suggested going to his apartment after dinner, I thought nothing of it, and accepted quickly. I hadn't seen his place, and I was curious how he would decorate an apartment. Besides, I wanted to be alone with him; just the two of us with nothing to distract us.
His apartment was much larger than ours, but it only had one bedroom too. He had a regular size kitchen, and a big front room that had two huge couches facing each other across a big marble cocktail table.
I sat down while he fixed me a drink, chattering away at me from the kitchen. He joined me on the couch when he returned, raising his glass in a toast. When I commented on how good it tasted, he told me it was a brandy alexander, his favorite drink.
"You know, Lindy, I'm beginning to like you quite a bit. You're different from the other girls I've been going out with. Sweet, is the best word for it, I guess. I've been thinking about you all week, you know. That's something I've never done before."
"I've been thinking about you, too. Maybe we've got something going here." If he had known at that moment how fast my heart was beating, he would have understood how I felt about him.
"We've never really kissed, Lindy, and I think now would be a good time." He put his glass down, took mine from me, then pulled me to him and gave me a long, lingering kiss that I could feel clear to my toes.
It began slowly, building up until my entire body was responding to his lips. The kisses became more and more passionate in the silence, and I ached to have him hold me even closer. I felt his hands moving over my covered breasts, and I made no effort to stop him. I wanted him to!
He squeezed them and kneaded them until I was almost on fire, then his hand went to my exposed thighs. His touch was so gentle and sure that I felt myself melting under his lightly floating hand as it moved ever so slowly up my leg to my panties. When he began rubbing my pussy through my panties with his fingers, I felt myself twitch convulsively, and I spread my legs to give him more room.
After rubbing on the outside for a bit, he pushed my pants away and touched his finger to my clitoris, sending shivers through me. God, I wanted him so bad! My pussy was so wet he had no trouble at all in dampening the area with my fluid, then he slid his finger into my dilated hole.
"Oh, God! Do it! Stick it in! All the way!"
I couldn't stand it any longer, and with spasms jerking my entire body I came the moment he had his finger all the way in, his thumb still tickling my clitoris. In an uncontrollable response I reached down and took his hard penis in my hand, over his pants.
"Take me to bed, Alex! Please! I want you to make love to me!"
"Tell me what you want," he whispered in my ear.
"Oh, I want you to fuck me, Alex! I want you to FUCK me! Please don't make me wait! I can't stand it!"
He pulled his hand from between my legs and helped me to my feet. We walked into the bedroom hand in hand, and I was trembling with anticipation.
"Take all your clothes off," Alex ordered. "I want to see all of you."
I obeyed, stripping off everything so quickly I felt seams ready to give way, then I threw myself on the bed, waiting. Alex undressed slowly, hanging his clothes neatly over the back of a chair.
I was fascinated by his cock, and didn't take my eyes off it as he moved about. It was standing up at an angle, slightly hairy up to the end, then bare. The big purple head of it glistened in the lamplight. I knew it was just the same as Frank's, but somehow it was completely different. This one I wanted!
When he moved to the side of the bed, I rolled over and took his cock in my hand and kissed the end of it. I wanted to make him happy, and to want me. This is what men liked, and I wanted Alex to enjoy everything I could do to him.
"Hey!" he said. "You don't have to do that."
"f want to," I smiled, looking up at him. "I want to taste you all over."
I put his cock in my mouth and began sucking it the way I had done to Frank, anxiously hoping that Alex would eject his fluid. I ran my mouth up and down on that magnificient cock, thinking how much better it was when you wanted to. And it sure was a lot better than that imitation!
Soon Alex's legs were trembling, and he was helping me by pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. Then in giant spasms he was thrusting it to me, and his fluid was gushing onto my waiting tongue. This time, I didn't gag. It tasted so good, I haled it when he stopped, and tried to suck the very last drop from his pulsating rod.
"Oh, baby!" he moaned. "Oh, that felt good! Mmmmmm!"
Then I rolled back on the bed, spread my legs apart, and held my arms out to him. He had a dazed look, and his eyes were glassy as he knelt on the bed and crawled between my legs. I did as I had seen Dee do, and reached for it to guide it into my hot slit.
Before slipping it in, I rubbed it very gently between the wet folds of my pussy. Alex was leaning over me on his hands, his eyes closed, and he was making little guttural sounds in his throat.
I had him completely under my control!
I put the head of it barely inside, then wrapped my arms and legs around him and pulled him in and down on me. It was a quick little thrust, and when it went all the way in, I could feel it push against my intestines. Dizzy with the sheer ecstasy of it, I put my open lips against his, shoving my tongue into his mouth.
Alex began pumping me slowly, touching every nerve end in my vagina, his cock slipping in and out easily and rhythmically. I came and came again, as he rocked in and out. I arched up to him, and swiveled my hips around as much as I could without losing that delicious rod.
I felt him ejaculate inside me, the warm liquid making his entry and exit that much easier. He moaned in my ear, and I joined him in a vocal expression of total relief. This is what I had wanted! With Alex! I never wanted him to leave me! I wanted him to stay inside me forever!
We lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the closeness of our bodies, then Alex rolled off. I glanced down as he lay there panting, and saw that his cock was small and soft now, the way a little boy's would be. I wanted to make it hard again, and just look at it, but I was hesitant as he seemed to be worn out.
"Well, we'd better be getting you home," he mumbled, getting up without looking at me. "Dee might get worried if you're not back soon."
"She won't worry! Honest!" I didn't want to leave. I frantically hoped he would ask me to spend the night there. Not to do anything; just to be able to lie beside him in the dark and feel his body next to mine.
"Get dressed, Linda," his voice was tired. "I want to get back and be in bed as soon as I can. Big day, tomorrow."
I nodded resignedly, dressed, brushed out my hair, then joined him in the front room. He was finishing both our drinks when I came in, and went to the door silently and opened it. He followed me to the car, we got in, and he drove me home in what seemed to me a hurry.
As we raced through the darkness, I thought back over the evening, and marveled at how wonderful it had been. I wasn't the least bit sorry. I was surprised at myself for even the thoughts I'd had. Even thinking in terms that I'd never thought I would ever use.
Words like cock, pussy and fuck were common even in my small town, and I had heard them many times, but I never thought I'd be doing anything like this, either.
Alex reached over and opened the door for me, and I waited for him to kiss me, but he didn't make a move. Even when I kissed him, he didn't seem to respond like I thought he should, after what had happened.
"Will you call me?" I asked.
"Sure." His eyes were staring out beyond the windshield, and I had a fleeting suspicion I'd done something wrong.
"Are you mad at me or something?"
"No. Just tired. I'll call you. Goodnight."
I got out, waved good-bye, and went in. Dee was waiting up, watching the late, late show. She looked at me with bleary eyes and smiled.
"Hi! Have a good time?"
"Wonderful!" I pirouetted across the room. "Just simply wonderful!"
"Uh huh," she said, getting up and turning off the TV. "You got screwed again, but this time you liked it. Right?"
"Does it show that much?" I asked incredulously.
"Sure does!" She slapped me on the butt as she went into the bedroom. "C'mon, Lindy. Let's go to bed and dream about great big prongs."
I went to bed, but it was difficult getting to sleep. My mind wouldn't let go of the evening, and my pussy and thighs ached for Alex with a longing I'd never known.
CHAPTER V
"Well, what happened last night?" Dee asked over coffee.
"I think I'm in love with him, Dee. The whole thing was so wonderful! Just like I hoped it would be."
"That's your first mistake," she said with emphasis. "Don't fall in love with the first guy that gives you a good screw. It never works out."
"It's not like that at all, Dee! He feels the same way! He told me he did!"
"Shit! They all say that. I'm warning you, Lindy. Don't do it! You'll be sorry. Just accept it for what it is. When you find the right guy, you'll know it. But don't take every guy that comes along seriously."
Her doubt and her remarks hurt, and I had to restrain myself from telling her that she was just jealous because she hadn't found what I had.
"Let me work it out my own way, Dee. I appreciate your advice, but I want to do it my way."
"Okay, okay. Just remember what I said, when you fall flat on your face." She sipped her coffee, then put the cup down.
"What are you doing over the weekend? If you haven't got anything planned, I'd like you to do a favor for me."
"I don't really know, Dee. Alex said he'd call, but there's nothing definite. What do you want?"
"Well, Coop went up to L.A. after work last night to pick up a new pickup camper that Howie bought. They want to go up to the mountains for the weekend, and Howie wants you to go, too."
"You mean spend the weekend with Howie?"
"Sure! The four of us could have a great time. Howie likes you, and asked me to find out if you'd go. How about it?"
I couldn't believe it! She wanted me to spend the weekend with Howie after what had just happened with Alex! Did she think that now I'd just do it with anybody that came along?
"I'm afraid not, Dee," I said, the hurt showing in my voice. "I want to be here when Alex calls. I told you, he's the one I want. Not Howie!"
"Look, kid. It's a favor to me. Howie said it's off if I couldn't talk you into it. I want to go. Can't you do this one little thing for me? After all, I helped you out, you know."
"I know you did, Dee. And I'd do almost anything for you. But I can't do that! It wouldn't be right."
"Be right my ass! After what happened to you the last two nights, what the hell difference does it make? One cock is the same as another! What difference does it make who screws you for one weekend?" She was angry, and her green eyes were sparking as she waited for my answer.
Her stare was so intense I couldn't look at her, so I dropped my gaze to the cup in my hand. "I'm sorry, Dee. I just can't do it. Ask me anything else, and I will. But not that!"
"Goddamn you!" she spat at me. "Of all the ungrateful bitches!" She got up, knocking her chair backwards to the floor.
"All right, you prissy little bitch! If that's the way you're going to be, pack up your crap and get the hell out of here! If you're such a goddamn goody two-shoes, you can find someplace else to screw your fucking Alex!" She spun around, went into the bedroom, and slammed the door.
I couldn't move after she left. I wanted to cry, but it just wasn't there. Everything in my world was turning topsy-turvy, and I wasn't able to cope with it. Nothing had been the same for me since I came here. Nothing! I was confused and bewildered, unable to bring every thing into focus in my mind. I wanted so much to please Dee, but I couldn't. Not without doing something I honestly felt would be wrong.
Dee stormed out of the bedroom dressed in shorts and top, and stopped in the middle of the room, hands on hips.
"I'm going to try and salvage this weekend, no thanks to you. I'll give you until tomorrow afternoon to be out. Lock, stock and barrel! You get me, you prissy fink?"
I nodded silently and she left, almost slamming the door off the hinges.
Totally numb in mind and body, I began cleaning the place up, and washed the dishes. I had a lot of thinking to do, and plans to make, but I couldn't make myself concentrate on the problem. Another apartment was the most important, but where? How? Who could I get to help me?
I took a shower, put on a light summer dress, then scanned the paper for apartments. I didn't even know where most of the addresses were! I'd have to be near a bus line, preferably close to work. But they were all so expensive!
I called three that were in the price range I could afford; two were already taken, and the third wouldn't rent to single people. I dropped the paper on the floor in disgust, and got myself a cold beer. As soon as I had it open, there was a knock on the door. It was Lonny.
"Hi! Can I come in?" He saw the can in my hand. "Looks like I'm just in time!"
He was the last person I wanted to see, but better than no company at all, so I swung the door wide to let him in.
"Help yourself. You know where it's at."
"Thanks." I dropped sullenly into the chair, sipping the beer until Lonny came back.
"What's new?" he asked. I looked at his face carefully, but I couldn't detect any sign of mockery about the other night.
"I've got to move," I sighed. "Dee wants me to leave."
"Damn, that's a shame," he said sympathetically. "Got any idea where you're going?"
I told him about the apartment situation, and what I had as far as money went. He asked where I worked, then sat silently in deep thought for a few minutes.
"I've got it!" he said, snapping his fingers. "C'mon! We can go right now. Forget the beer!" He jumped up, grabbed my arm, and pulled me to the door.
We got in his old dilapidated pickup, and he drove toward town, smiling at me and the street ahead by turns.
"I know just the place! Almost took the manager's job there, before I came out here. Nice place! Mostly couples, but they rent to singles, too."
He drove up to a one story apartment complex and stopped in front of the manager's office.
"Wait here," he ordered, getting out. "I'll find out what's up."
He came back with a key, taking me to a vacant unit. It was nice and clean, furnished, and even had an air conditioner. I was in love with it already.
"Are you sure I can afford it?" I asked doubtfully.
"Less than what Dee pays! No sweat! How about it?"
Happily, I made the arrangements with the manager, Lonny offered to help me move, and in two hours I was settled in my new home. I was grateful at the easy way my seemingly immense problem had been solved, and I owed it all to Lonny. When I had the last of my things put away, I grabbed him around the waist and kissed him, hard.
"Thanks. I really appreciate it."
"Hey. You'd better knock that off, or we'll both be in trouble. C'mon. I saw a bar down on the corner. I'll buy you a beer to christen the place."
I liked the little bar. It was a neighborhood place, and all the people were so friendly that I felt I belonged there. We had two glasses, Lonny got a six-pack, then after stopping at a store for some groceries, we went back to my new place.
I opened two cans, and we sat at the table in the kitchen me giggling because I was so happy, and Lonny smiling indulgently at my childishness. I felt good all over.
We drank all the beer, then Lonny said he had to get back to his job. The tenants complained if he was gone too long, he told me. He kissed me when he left, lightly, as if he were afraid to go too far. I made him promise to come back and see me soon, and before he shut the door, he agreed.
Without TV, I was lonesome and all alone, so when it was dark, I showered again, put on clean clothes, and went back to the bar on the corner. There weren't many people there, but the same bartender was on duty. I'd heard someone call him Tom.
"Can I have a beer?" I asked, hoping that since I was alone he wouldn't ask for my ID. But he just smiled, drew me a glass, and took my quarter.
I was on my third glass when a young man came in dressed in work clothes, and sat on the stool next to mine, though there were several others vacant. I noticed in the mirror behind the bar that he had dark curly hair and deep blue eyes, with laugh wrinkles around them.
"Glass, Tom!" he called to the bartender who hadn't noticed him come in. When he had the beer almost half gone in one gulp, he turned to me and nodded.
"Kind of a hot one today, wasn't it?"
"Yes it was."
He finished that glass, ordered another, then smiled at me while he lit a cigarette. "Live around here?"
"I just moved in. Those apartments down the street."
"That so? I live there too. My name's Hal Carter."
"Linda Carpenter. I'm glad to meet you."
"Same here. How about a beer?" he asked, signaling Tom before I had a chance to reply.
"No thank you. I just came in here to make a phone call," I fibbed.
"Well? Drink it while you're on the phone, then."
"Thank you," I said to Hal when Tom put a full glass in front of me. "Excuse me." I went to the phone booth near the door, so he wouldn't think I was lying, and decided to call Alex and tell him I'd moved. I found the number in my purse, and dialed it.
"It's Linda," I said when he answered. "How are you?"
"Oh. Hi!" His tone was drab and unfeeling, and I wondered if he had company.
"I just thought I'd let you know I'd moved. I don't have a phone yet, so if you want to get in touch with me, you'll have to call me at work for a while."
"Oh? All right."
"If you'd like, you could come over. Since I'm by myself, we wouldn't have to worry about anyone barging in." I hoped he got my meaning, as I couldn't bring myself to spell it out.
"Ahhhh, Linda?" There was a long pause. "I, ahhhh. I don't think we should see each other any more." The last words came out as one. I couldn't answer for a second. I felt the breath had just been kicked out of me.
"Why, Alex? Why? Did I do something wrong?"
Again a long pause. "No, it's not that. It's ... Well, you just come on too strong for me, that's all. I have to go now. I hope you like your new place." The dial tone sounded in my ear.
As I hung up the phone, I heard an unearthly groan coming from my throat. I felt so dizzy and weak. I leaned back against the booth and closed my eyes. What had I done now! What was the matter with everybody? I was doing the best I knew how, and yet everybody hated me for it!
Tears came to my eyes, but I blinked them back, determined that I wasn't going to break down in a public place. I had some pride left. I dabbed at my tears with a handkerchief, then gathered all the courage I could muster and went back to the bar.
"Get through all right?" Hal asked.
"Yes, thank you." I picked up my glass and drained it in one swallow. "Tom? Could I have a six-pack, please?"
"You're not going to leave, are you?" Hal asked. "I was just getting ready to buy you another beer."
"No, thanks. I've got to be getting home.
Maybe some other time."
"I live in number twenty-four," he said. "Drop over any time you need a cold one. I've always got a case cold."
"Thanks. And thanks for the beer."
I paid Tom for the six-pack, and hurried back to the apartment. Once inside, I leaned against the door, trembling. What would I do now? Everyone was deserting me! I didn't have a friend in the world! Except ... Except Lonny! Of course!
I went to the office and called Lonny. He didn't want to come over at first, but I told him I needed some help very badly, and he finally agreed.
Back at the apartment, I took off my clothes and put on my baby doll nightie. That would make him look at me. I needed a friend desperately, and I was willing to do anything to insure that I had one. I combed my hair carefully, put on some bright lipstick, then viewed myself in the mirror. He'd have to be pretty tough to resist that!
I opened two cans, put the rest in the icebox, then sat down to wait. Five minutes later, Lonny was knocking at the door. I let him in, and he looked me up and down appraisingly.
"Well! I didn't know this was a slumber party."
"It isn't, silly. I just wanted to be comfortable. Sit down. I'll get you your beer."
I dropped down beside him on the couch, pulling my legs up so he could get a good view, then smiled at him coyly.
"You don't mind my being dressed like this, do you, Lonny?"
"No, not a bit. What did you want, anyway?" He sipped his beer, looking at my breasts which weren't entirely covered.
"Company, Lonny. I was lonesome, and I needed someone to talk to."
"Jesus Christ! You called me all the way over here for that?"
"It's not so bad, is it?" I leaned over and kissed him, and when I backed away, my top hung loose so he could see almost everything. I stayed in that position, watching his eyes take it all in.
"Kiss me, Lonny! Please!"
He put his beer down and took me in his arms. His wiry arms were strong, and as he pulled me against him, I could hardly get my breath. I could feel my almost bare breasts press against his chest, and I wanted him to do something with them.
He kissed me harder and longer, then I pulled away, got up on my knees, and pressed his head into one of my nipples. I wished he'd just rip the top away and take them in his mouth, but he didn't. He pushed me away.
"Hold it a minute, Linda!" His face was red. "What the hell are you trying to do? Rape me?"
"If that's the way you want to put it, yes! I need you, Lonny. So bad it hurts!" I yanked the top over my head and tossed it on the floor. I knew he wanted to hold my breasts by the way he stared at them. They were bigger than Dee's and my nipples were sticking straight out.
"Kiss them, Lonny! Please, I want you to!" I pushed them into his face again. He took a nipple in his mouth and began sucking it with a force I hadn't expected. It was so hard it hurt a bit, but I didn't care. He was loving my body! He was loving me!
I reached down and fumbled with his pants, but I didn't know how to get them open, so I took his cock in my hand through his trousers. It was stiff and hard. He wanted me, too! I rubbed his cock harder, touching the end of it that I was beginning to learn was so sensitive.
Lonny put the other nipple in his mouth, then pushed my hand away and unzipped his pants. He reached in and fumbled with his shorts, then drew his cock out through the opening. I looked down at it, and had an almost irresistible urge to put it in my mouth, but I thought I'd better wait. Alex said I came on too strong, and I didn't want to scare Lonny away, too.
I took his huge thing in my hand and began massaging it as he sucked on my nipple, and I could feel my pussy contracting with each pull of his mouth. With my free hand, I tugged my panties down to my bent knees, giving Lonny an opportunity to caress my wet slit.
"Get on top, baby," Lonny whispered as he pulled away from my tit. "It's easier for me that way. My leg won't get in the way then."
I stood up, pulled my panties all the way off, then straddled him with my legs. His expression was so serious, I wondered if he was really enjoying it, but as soon as I was over his prong, he took it in his hand and began rubbing it up and down on my hot slit, tantalizing my clitoris and teasing my hole.
"Oh, tell me you love me, Lonny! Please! Even if you don't, please tell me!"
"I love you, Lindy!" He sounded as though he meant it.
He pulled my face down to his, kissed me, then eased his cock into me very slowly. I could feel its progress every micro-inch as it spread the tissue apart, probing deep into my empty belly. As it neared the end of its travel, I relaxed my legs and sat on it, driving it to its fullest length deep inside me. I moaned as it pushed against my uterus, and felt my insides being lifted up.
Lonny relaxed and let me do the work, and I pumped up and down slowly, trying to prolong that delicious moment. I swiveled my hips, forcing his cock to touch every sensitive area inside. He was breathing heavily, and I knew he was about to come.
With a savage fury, I slammed down over his prong, driving it in as far as possible, then pulling out to the very end. Each time I hit bottom, my ass would slap against his thighs with a loud crack. I put my hands on his shoulders and looked into his face. His eyes were closed, and he had an almost pained expression.
Every fiber of my being was screaming for release, and I couldn't hold it any longer. That magnificent sensation folded over me, and I was lost to the dizzying glory of climax. I came twice before I felt Lonny's hot fluid pumping into me, making my pussy even more slippery.
"Now!" he shouted. "I'm coming now!"
He put his hands on my hips to slow my undulations, and I let myself relax a bit, but I didn't want to stop. It felt too good! I wanted more and more!
"Off, Lindy. My leg's getting stiff." He pulled back from under me, trying to free his prong from its slippery prison.
"No, Lonny! Don't take it out! Let's do it again!"
He pushed me away from him until I had to stand. "Not right now, Lindy! I can't do any more right now." He sounded tired, so I didn't press it, but sat down next to him and watched as his cock slowly subsided to a small, soft nub.
"Did you like it, Lonny? Did you like me?" I was so anxious to please him, and I needed to have him tell me.
"Yes." He sat up and picked up his beer. "I hadn't expected anything like that. He took a sip, then lit a cigarette. When he had it going, he looked at me quizzically.
"Did you have this in mind when you called me?"
"No," I lied. "I just wanted to see you. But after you were here, I couldn't help myself." I slid over next to him, and put my arm around him. "I need you Lonny! I truly do!"
"It'll never go any farther than this, you know. I don't want it to go any farther. I've got to finish school, and a lot of other things. I don't want to get involved."
"I don't expect anything more, Lonny. Just this. Just us. You can come over whenever you want to. I won't nag about it, honest!"
"Doesn't seem fair to you, but if that's the way you want it, okay. How about another beer?" He tilted the can up, drained it, then handed me the empty.
When I came back, his eyes were on my pussy, and his cock was beginning to get hard again. I handed him the can, standing in front of him so he could get a good look. I wanted him to fuck me again, and I was going to do anything I could to make him get hard.
"Do you like my body, Lonny? Is it pretty?" I cupped my hands under my tits to hold them out, and turned around very slowly. When I was facing him again, his cock was standing up, pulsating, and his eyes were glazed as he ran them up and down my naked figure.
"Sure, I like it. It's beautiful."
"Will you fuck me again? I'd like you to. It may be a long time before we get another chance."
"Not tonight, Lindy. Next time I want to do it right, and start from scratch. I can come over Monday night. We can spend the whole damn evening in bed, if you want to."
"But that's so far away!" Kneeling in front of him, I took his cock in my hand and began fondling it. "Just once more, before you go?" I started to unbuckle his belt so I could take his pants off and get a good look at his manly charms.
"NO! Not tonight!" He pushed my hands away and stood up. Shoving the swollen cock into his pants, he zipped them up over the huge bulge. Then he reached for my hands, pulled me up, and held me tightly against his chest.
"There's time, Lindy. Plenty of time. Let's get used to each other first." He kissed me lovingly and I pressed against his hard-on, trying to get him to change his mind.
"That's enough," he smiled, holding me away. "I've got to be going. I can't call you, but I'll see you Monday night, about six or so. Be good."
I followed him to the door, standing so I wouldn't be seen when he opened it. He turned the knob and grinned at me.
"Thanks, Lindy. I really enjoyed it. And I do care quite a lot for you, believe me." He leaned over, pecked me on the lips, then went out, closing the door.
My pussy was still so hot I couldn't stand it. Even though I had come twice, it wasn't enough to satisfy the deep ache I felt between my legs. I thought of going into the bedroom and masturbating, but I knew it wouldn't ease the desire in me.
I got a beer and plopped down on the couch. I had to do something. I couldn't stand to be like this for long. I knew Alex wouldn't come over, and Howie was probably up in the hills by now, fucking some other girl. They were the only guys I could think of....
Apartment twenty-four! Hal Carter!
Hurrying to take a shower, I smiled to myself all the way. Hal didn't know anyone I knew. He was perfect! Nice-looking. Apparently clean. I didn't know whether he was married or had a girl or what, but it didn't matter. If I just went over to ask for some beer, I'd be able to find out.
I put on a pair of tight shorts without any panties, then a thin blouse that buttoned down the front. I left the top three buttons undone, and without a bra, it looked suggestive enough.
I slipped on a pair of sandals, checked myself in the mirror, and grinned at my reflection. If Hal was any kind of a man at all, he'd take the hint.
I picked up my purse and went out, leaving the lights on, and strode purposefully across the courtyard to the complex just opposite mine. It had to be in there some place. It took only a few minutes to find the number, and I listened at the door for a second before knocking. I could hear music playing, but no voices so I bravely raised my knuckles, took a deep breath, and rapped.
CHAPTER VI
When Hal opened the door, he was wearing bermuda shorts, and his well-muscled upper torso was deeply tanned. His legs were white, though, and I assumed absently that he worked outside without a shirt. He was surprised to see me.
"Hello," I said as innocently as I could. "I'd like to take you up on that offer. I just ran out of beer, and I wonder if you might have a few extra cans?"
His eyes went up and down my body, stopping at the wide opening between my breasts, and he grinned.
"Sure thing! Come on in. I was just getting ready for bed." He stepped aside to let me in, then closed the door.
"How about joining me for one before you go?" he said, his muscular arm pointing to a chair. "Sit down. I'll get 'em."
When he left I sat down, one leg under me and the other spread wide so he wouldn't have to wonder what was there. The shorts fit very tight, and I knew there wasn't too much left to the imagination.
"Here we go!" Hal announced when he returned with two cans. "I hope you don't have to rush off?" He handed me one, and stood in front of me where he could see down the front of my blouse.
"No," I replied, trying to sound as unconcerned as I could. "I'm in no hurry." As I sipped the beer, Hal took another long look, then turned and sat down across from me.
"Well, now. Have trouble with the boy friend? Or husband?"
His question took me off guard, and I had to turn away from his accusing glance.
"Of course not! Why do you say that?" I hope I was convincing, but I was afraid the tremor in my voice gave me away.
"Easy." He took a drink of beer, lit a cigarette, then sat back to give me his full attention.
"First, you come to the bar alone. Then you make a phone call, and when you come back, you're all shook up. Now, you come over here for some beer when the bar is right up at the corner, and still open."
"You've got it all figured out, haven't you?" I joked. "I suppose next you'll tell me why I'm here."
"Sure! You wanted someone to talk to, right?"
I didn't like his attitude at all. He had me pinned down before I had a chance to even make up a story. He waited for a reply with a smirk on his face that told me he knew what he had said was true, and he was just waiting for me to try and lie out of it.
"Okay," I admitted. "I was lonesome, and wanted someone to be with me. Is there anything wrong in that?"
"Not a thing. Just don't try to fool me, Linda. I've been around too long for that. Tell me about it."
"There's not much to tell. I had a fight with my boy friend, and I was upset at the bar. I went back to my apartment, and got tired of sitting there by myself, that's all. What about you? What do you do?"
"I'm a cat jockey. I drive a caterpiller tractor. I don't work steady, but when I do I make enough money to make up for it. Otherwise, I do as I damn well please. You work?"
"Yes." For some reason, I didn't want to tell him anything about myself. Maybe I was ashamed of even being there, but whatever it was, I didn't want him to know anything about me.
"Have you lived here long?" I asked, trying to change the subject. He went along with it, and told me he'd lived there for a year, ever since they first opened the place. He told me about some of the people that had lived there, and I guessed there were a lot of kooks.
by the time he had finished talking I was through with my beer, and had second thoughts about the reason I'd come there in the first place. The desire was wearing off, and I thought I'd better get out of there before something happened. I put the empty can on a table, and stood up.
"I have to go, now. Thanks for the conversation."
"Wait a minute. Don't forget what you came for." He got up and went to the kitchen, returning with two cold unopened cans.
"Here! I wouldn't want you to make the trip for nothing." He handed them to me, and I took one in each hand. I waited for him to open the door for me, but he just stood there, grinning like an ape, then he put his hands on my waist.
"Do you always go out dressed like that?"
"No, I don't. But it was warm, and I wanted to be comfortable. If you'll open the door....? "
He pulled me to him roughly, and kissed me with a passion I hadn't expected. A warmth spread through my belly down toward my pussy, and I was aflame all over again. I didn't make a move to resist him, and he put his arms around me to pull me even closer. I could feel his hard-on, and the excitement of it ran up my spine, tingling the hair at the base of my neck.
"You wanted more than conversation, didn't you?" he said into my ear.
"No, really!" I tried to back away, but he held me in his grip. "I just wanted to talk, that's all. Really!"
"Oh, no!" he grinned. "Not dressed like that!" He took his hands away, pried the cans from my fingers and set them on the table. Then he turned to me again, and took me in his arms.
I melted against him. He was so strong, and the odor of his body was like an aphrodisiac in my nostrils. I put my arms around his neck, pulling his face to mine and pressing my entire pulsating body tightly against his.
Silently, he unbuttoned my blouse, and pushing his hand up between us, he caressed my bare tits roughly, squeezing them with his work-roughened fingers. I was on fire! He darted his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked it with a passion as great as if it had been his cock.
Without taking his lips from mine, he slipped my blouse off over my shoulders and arms, and dropped it on the floor. Then he unzipped my shorts, and when' they fell I stepped out of them, kicking them aside.
Hal's hands were on his pants. They brushed against my legs as they dropped, then suddenly I felt his bare cock sliding between my legs as he pulled me up. It was hot against my cunt, and I squeezed my thighs together to hold it as close as I could.
I'd lost all track of time and place. Behind my closed eyes, lights were flashing like neons, and my body ached in every fiber to have this man inside me. All I wanted was this! I wanted him to take me through that wonderful excitement of climax! I wanted him to drive it into me until it hurt!
Hal pulled his cock away slowly, then with our mouths still together, he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom, laying me down gently. When he stood up, I opened my eyes, and in the light from the other room I could see his naked form standing beside the bed.
His cock was huge! Bigger than any I had seen! There was little hair covering it or his balls, and I could see his love area much more clearly than the others. He noticed me looking at it, and turned so that the light glanced off it. I had to have that! Right now! I held my arms out to him, but he ignored them, going instead to the foot of the bed, and kneeling down.
I watched as he crawled up between my legs, and I opened them wide for him, thinking he could come right up on top of me. Instead, he stopped when his face was directly over my pussy, then he smiled and bent down.
The first touch of his hot tongue against my clitoris almost drove me crazy. His lips ran over it lightly, then he was lapping like a dog all over my hot, sticky slit. I reached down to help him, and held the lips of my cunt wide apart as he continued the delicious licking.
My hips were pumping against his face in spasmodic twitches that I couldn't begin to control. I'd never been licked before, and it was an exhilerating experience almost as tantalizing as being fucked.
I was going to come, and there was no way I could stop it. I grabbed him behind the head and pulled his face into my cunt. How he stayed there I don't know, because I was thrashing around in my ecstasy, throwing my legs in the air and crying out loud. When I had stopped, he continued to lick it, and with hardly a pause, I was ready again.
This time I wanted him inside me, so I put my legs down and leaned over to pull him up to me. He came readily, and as soon as I was down on my bark, he was pushing it in. It didn't hurt at first, but when he went all the way in, he hit against something that made it feel as though he was punching me in the belly.
He was grunting in my ear, then he moaned and I felt his come spurt into me in great gushes. As he continued his pumping it ran out of my pussy and down over my asshole, feeling warm and oozy. Then he slowed down and stopped, his cock still imbeded far inside me, and his breath coming in quick gasps.
"Oh, Hal! That was wonderful! I've never been fucked like that before. And when you licked me....! Oh, Hal, I want you so much. I want you to do it again and again." v "You're pretty good yourself," he said, raising up on his elbows so he could look at me.
"You've been around a bit too, haven't you?"
"Not so much. But I know what I want. And right now, I want you." I put my arms around him, and kissed him. "Will you do it again? Fuck me?"
"Okay. Get up on your hands and knees. I like it that way, too."
Hal rose up, and I rolled over to get into a crouch. I had heard about doing it that way, but I always thought it would be unnatural for humans to do it like animals do. I rested my head on the pillow and spread my legs, then I felt his hands on my hips.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
He drove it in without warning, and from that angle, he was touching sensitive spots I didn't know I had. He began pumping right away, and his testicles were hitting against my clitoris every time he went all the way in.
He worked it around and around, and I drifted off into that wonderful world of scrumptious climax. Again and again I came, unable to stop and not wanting to. Hal's cock was massaging every minute part of my cunt, and I had never known such a wonderful feeling.
When he finally came, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back onto it even farther, and I felt a complete drain of my system as I came again.
After pulling his cock out, Hal sank to the bed, his head on the other pillow. I looked over at him. His eyes were closed, but there was a smile on his lips, and I knew I had pleased him.
I slid my knees back and laid down, truly content for the first time in many weeks. Music came to my ears, and remembering it had been playing before, I wondered idly why I hadn't heard it while we were on the bed.
Hal's snores woke me, and it took me several seconds to get my bearings. He was laying on his back, dead to the world, and I didn't want to bother him, so I got up very quietly, dressed, and went out the door.
The air was cool and refreshing as I walked across the courtyard to my apartment. The moon was full, the stars were twinkling in the clear night air, and I felt wonderful. Now that I knew what sex was all about, what I could do with it, and how much it took to satisfy me, I was on top of the world. Mostly because I knew how to use it, too, and how to get it when I wanted it.
I slept like the dead. No dreams marred my rest, and I was still sound asleep when a banging at the door aroused me. I put my housecoat on, and went to the door, cursing under my breath anyone who would wake me so early.
"Hi!" Hal stood there in brightly striped pants and turtle neck sweater, his hands in his pockets. "I thought you might like to join me in a beer?"
"At this time of the morning? You must be crazy!"
"What do you mean, this time of the morning? Hell, it's eleven-thirty! I've been up for four hours!"
"Well, I just got up, and I haven't had anything to eat, yet. C'mon in."
"No, you go ahead and do what you have to. I'm going up to Tom's place. When you're ready, come on up. I'll wait for you."
He waved and left, and I closed the door to burst into a flurry of activity. I showered, put on clean clothes, had a sandwich and some milk, then gave the place a quick cleaning. All of that took me almost an hour, and I was deeply afraid that Hal wouldn't wait for me that long, but when I got to Tom's, he was sitting at the bar, talking to another man about his age.
When I sat on the stool next to Hal, he ignored me for a minute while he finished saying something to the other man, then he turned to me and smiled.
"Well, got everything done? How about a beer?"
"I'd love one. Sorry I took so long."
"No sweat. Hey, Tom! Two beers. No, make that three."
Hal leaned back from the bar, and nodded to his friend. "I'd like you to meet an associate of mine. Gordon Fletcher, this is Linda Carpenter."
The man nodded to me, a bit sullenly I thought, as though he didn't like the interruption. I nodded too, then picked up my beer and took a sip, leaving them to their discussion.
Hal suggested we move to a table, so we all picked up our glasses and went over to a dark corner near the door. As soon as we sat down, Hal's friend gave me the once over, with steely eyes that sent a shiver down my back.
"You work out of here?"
"Huh?"
Hal laughed. "No, Gordie. She's not one of them." He grinned at me. "Some gals here in the neighborhood use the room upstairs for ahhhh, business. It's really Tom's pad, but he gets a cut, so nobody bothers anybody."
"I see." I was angry with Gordie for thinking what he had, and my face showed it when I turned to him again. "And you ... you thought I was one of those?"
"Don't get in an uproar, baby," he sneered. "I don't give a damn one way or the other. I just wanted to know, that's all."
"Hey, forget it, you two," Hal said. "Let's drink up and go to my place. It's a hell of a lot cooler there."
"Can't," Gordie said, then drained his glass and stood up. "I've got some people to see, remember? I'll buzz you later, when I see the man. Take it easy." He shoved his chair in, and left without acknowledging me at all.
"Who is he, Hal?" I asked as soon as Gordie had gone out the door. "I don't like him at all."
"He's just an associate, honey. I don't care for him much either, but we make a lot of bread together."
"How? Does he work with you on those tractors?"
"Hell, no!" Hal guffawed. "Gordie hasn't done an honest day's work in his life. Never mind what we do, baby. Just trust rm. Okay?"
We finished our beers, then went to Hal's apartment. He had left the air conditioner on, and it was nice and cool inside. As soon as Hal shut the door, he kissed me passionately, and held me close.
"Take off your clothes, baby. Nobody's coming over today. I have to take off in a couple of hours, and I want to enjoy you before I go." He walked off toward the bedroom, taking his shirt off, and I followed him, unbuttoning ray blouse.
It didn't even seem strange to me that I was undressing in front of a man I'd known only two days. It seemed the natural thing to do, and the thought of him on top of me sent electric charges through my body.
by the time I was undressed, Hal was lying on the bed with his cock standing straight up. Before climbing up with him, I took a moment to stand and gaze at that wonderful tool of pleasure. He evidently kept his hair cut, because though it was dark black and thick, it was cropped short all over his cock and balls.
Hal's eyes were on my pussy as I stood there, and it must have excited him because his cock was throbbing so hard it jiggled his balls. I could feel moisture forming in my slit, and I knew right then that this was what I had always wanted. A man who would be available to fuck me and love me whenever I had the desire for it.
I crawled up between his legs and took his cock in my hand. It was so big I knew it would take both my palms to cover it entirely. I bent down and kissed the purple head gently, running my tongue lightly over the tip.
"Get up and turn around," Hal asked hoarsely. "We'll eat each other at the same time."
I moved around and knelt over Hal's face, and he put his hands on my cheeks and pulled my pussy down onto his mouth. I was on fire the moment his tongue touched my folds, and I frantically reached for his prong to put it in my mouth. Hal's lips and tongue were doing wonderful things to my cunt, and I sucked his cock even harder in an expression of my delight.
Suddenly his finger was in my asshole, probing, and I could feel the pressure against my tube. I wanted to prolong the moment as long as I could, but the demands of his mouth and finger were too much, and I had to come.
At the second of final ecstasy, I felt his flow coming up his rod, then gushing into my mouth in gigantic spurts. We'd done it at the same time! We had experienced that blinding, fabulous feeling together!
"Turn around, honey! Sit on it!" Hal's voice seemed to be coming from miles away.
I swung around, reached between my legs, and guided his cock into my wet and waiting cunt. When I looked down at Hal, his face was all wet with my juice and he was smiling at me. I kissed him, then eased down over his prong until I thought I couldn't take any more.
I could feel it clear up to my chest as I thrust up and down on it, swirling my hips to make it hit everything inside me. I came again, and still didn't want to stop. We were both making noises now; low animal sounds that seemed to come from our very souls.
Hal pumped up into me harder and harder, then stopped in an upward thrust to expel his liquid. It ran out past his cock, down my thigh, and onto his balls. I continued to drip long after we stopped. I had come three times in a matter of minutes, and I still felt I could do more! This man did such wonderful things to me!
He rolled me over, a look of total exhaustion on his face, and we both lay there staring at the ceiling. It was a while before our breathing returned to normal. I didn't ever want to leave that bed. I wanted to stay there with Hal forever. I had such a complete feeling of contentment, I was sure I could never recapture it if we ever left.
Though I didn't want to, I had to go to the bathroom. I eased off the bed, went, and when I returned, Hal was gone from the room.
"C'mon out and have a beer," he called.
I started to pick up my clothes to put them on, then decided not to, and slipped into one of Hal's shirts that was hanging in the closet. When I went out, he grinned at me from the couch.
"Now, that's what I call sexy! If I hadn't already seen it, that outfit would sure make me want to."
"Thanks." I took a can from his hand, and sat down. "How soon do you have to leave?"
"Pretty quick. If it wasn't so damned important, I'd just stay here. But, business before pleasure."
"What kind of business, Hal?"
"Don't ask so damn many questions, lady. If I want you to know, I'll tell you, but don't bug me about it."
"Okay, okay." I was hurt by his sharpness. "I was only interested in what you do, that's all."
"I'm sorry, kid. I know you didn't mean anything." He got up and strode to the stereo. "How about some music?"
He had just finished putting on a stack of records and turning on the turntable when there was a knock at the door. He looked at me with a surprised expression, shrugged, then went to answer it.
"Is Linda Carpenter here?" It was Dee's voice.
"Yeah," Hal answered. "C'mon in."
Dee came through the door with fire in her eyes. She took the room in at one glance, noticing what I had on, and that Hal was dressed in only a pair of bermuda shorts. She glared at me for a moment, then spoke with an obvious attempt to control her anger.
"I found out where you were from the bar. When you weren't home, I looked there." She paused, and took a deep breath through gritted teeth.
"Would you mind telling me why you never wrote or called your folks? They called me this morning, and wanted to know what had happened to you! They were so worried, they called my folks, and if they don't hear from you today, they're all coming over! Do you know what that will do to me?"
"I'm awfully sorry, Dee. I didn't think about it. I didn't mean to get you in any trouble."
"Well, you did, damn you! I want you to call them right away, and tell them you're all right. I don't want them snooping around my place, asking a lot of damn fool questions about what I'm doing!"
"I will, Dee. I promise."
Her anger had subsided a bit, and she glanced at Hal, who had remained standing by the door, uncertain about what was going on. Then, she turned her gaze to me and sneered.
"And you had the guts to tell me about what J was doing? Of all the cheap shit! What do you call this? What about your dear Alex now? You've sure got a lot of guts!" She spun around, jerked the door open, and stomped out, banging the door.
"Wow! What the hell was that all about? I've never seen a broad so mad! She some relation?" He came over to sit beside me.
"No. Just a friend. I'll explain some other time. I'd better be going now. I'll have to call them from the bar. I don't have a phone yet."
"Hell, use my phone. I've got to be going anyway. It'll be more private here. It'll only take me a minute, and I'll be off."
He kissed me, took his beer into the bathroom, and in a second I heard the water running. I finished my beer, took it into the trash, and opened another one. I sat down at the table in the kitchen to plan what I was going to tell my parents.
I certainly couldn't tell them the truth, and I didn't want to get Dee in trouble. If I did, I'd bet she'd spill everything she knew, and then I'd be hauled right back home without another word. I'd have to think of some believeable story that wouldn't get them excited, and keep them happy for a while.
Hal came in with fresh clothes on, smelling clean from his shower. He leaned over to kiss me, then clapped me on the back.
"I'll be gone about five hours. Take your time. You don't have to leave until I get back, if you don't want to."
"No, I've got some things to do before work tomorrow. I'll use your phone, then I'll leave. When will I see you again?"
"Come over tomorrow night after work. We'll go out and get something to eat. I'm tired of my cooking anyway. I'll see you then." He pecked me again, and hurried out.
As I picked the phone off the wall, I remembered Cindy's offer, and decided I would be better off talking to her. At least she wouldn't ask any embarrassing questions. I could tell her almost truthfully what had happened, and she could relay it to the folks. It would save me a lot of explanations.
I placed the call collect, and waited nervously for the connection to be made. I kept my fingers crossed that she'd be home, and not at my parents. When she answered, I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Linda, why haven't you written? Or called? Your family is worried out of their heads!"
"Cindy, I just haven't had the time. I've been so busy with the new job and everything. And I got an apartment of my own, so I had to move. I've just been busy!"
"Well, you should have taken some time to let us know what was happening. You know how your family worries. Is everything going all right? I didn't think you'd be getting a place of your own so soon. No trouble with Darlene, I hope?"
"No. Nothing like that. I just wanted to live by myself. After all, that's why I came in the first place. Everything's just fine. Tell the folks, will you? I don't want to talk to them right now, when they're so upset."
"I'll take care of it, Linda. You know I will." There was a pause, then she asked, "How about the other thing? What we talked about before you left? Are you keeping everything under control?"
"Sure! I've met some very nice guys, but nothing serious. I'll let you know if I find the right one."
"I'm not worried about that! You're still taking those pills, aren't you?"
"Yes." I didn't want the conversation to stay on that subject very long. "The job's just fine. Tell Mr. McCormack that I like it real well. And thank him again for me. Well, I'd better cut this short. It's costing money. I'll write soon. I promise! You'll all get a letter from me by the end of the week."
"Okay. Just don't forget, now. I'll take care of your folks. What about Darlene? She hasn't written either."
"She will. I talked to her just a little while ago. Bye, now. Thanks for taking care of this for me.
I hung up, and noticed that I was wet with perspiration. I didn't want to lie like that to my family, but they would never understand what was happening to me. They were small town people, and they thought in small town ways.
I spent the rest of the afternoon at the laundromat, getting my clothes ready for the week. Then I went home, took a hot bath, and went to bed early. It had been a long weekend, and I was thoroughly exhausted. But totally happy!
CHAPTER VII
On the way to work the next morning, I felt strangely exhilarated. All of my problems that had seemed so immense had evaporated before my eyes. I didn't need Dee, or Howie, or Alex, or anybody. I was self sufficient! I'd work things out somehow. Nothing was too big for me to tackle.
As I opened the drawer of my desk to put my purse away, I noticed a note from Mr. Scott tucked under my blotter. I took it out and read it. He wanted to see me in his office first thing, before I began work.
I smiled to myself as I crushed the paper and threw it in the waste basket. He probably had another client who wanted to go out. If that were true, I sincerely hoped he wouldn't be like that Frank Dabney. He was a creep!
I sauntered back to Mr. Scott's office, returning good mornings from the staff, knocked lightly on his door, then went in. He was seated at his desk, then rose when he saw it was me.
"Good morning, Miss Carpenter. Have a seat, please."
He sat after I did, then rubbed his forehead before looking directly at me.
"Miss Carpenter, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you go."
I didn't say a word. I couldn't! I couldn't believe my ears! Only a week ago, he'd told me how much they enjoyed my work. And I'd told him I liked it there very much.
"I suppose you're entitled to a reason, though I'm sure you know what it is," he said gruffly.
"No, I don't, Mr. Scott. Really! What have I done?"
He glanced away, refusing to look at me. "Well, under normal circumstances I suppose I would never have found out about it, but I did. Mr. Dabney isn't exactly close mouthed. He talked about you to another agent, who told me about your ahhh, date with him last week."
Oh, no! How could he? My God, you don't go around talking about things like that! Nobody would! Why? Why would he want to do that to me?
"I presume you know what I'm referring to?"
"Yes." I nodded my head, staring at my lap. There wasn't a thing I could say that wouldn't get me in deeper.
"I must tell you, I feel somewhat responsible, since you did meet him at my request. And I don't blame you entirely for anything that happened. But you must understand my position. I can't allow something like that to become common knowledge. It would do irreparable harm to our image."
Tears welled out of my eyes and dropped to my hands, folded in my lap. I swallowed the sobs, but I couldn't stop the tears. How much could I take? How much more was I expected to take? This was just too much!
Mr. Scott coughed uneasily, and slid an envelope across the desk toward me.
"Here is a month's severance pay. I hope it's enough to tide you over until you find something else. I'm truly sorry about this, Miss Carpenter. I assure you, you'll get nothing but the best references from this office."
I got up slowly, picked up the envelope, then glanced at him. His hand was out, extended for a handshake. I shook my head, ignoring his outstretched hand, and left.
My tears were blinding me so badly I bumped into several things before I reached my desk for my purse. As I went to the front door I could feel eyes on me, wondering why I was crying and leaving. I didn't care about them. Or anybody! I just wanted to get as far away from there as I could.
Rather than wait for a bus, I hailed a cab and gave him my address. The driver gave my tear-stained face several knowing looks in the rearview mirror, but he didn't ask anything, and I was grateful. When we arrived, I gave him a dollar tip, then rushed inside, dropping on the couch to let the emotion go.
When it was all over, I felt drained. I stumbled disconsolately into the bathroom to wash my face, but when I saw that sorry-looking mess staring back at me from the mirror, the tears erupted again. I opened the medicine cabinet for some aspirin, thinking that would calm me down a bit, and I noticed the razor I used to shave my legs.
Almost in a trance, I picked it up, opened the top, and slipped the blade out, holding it in my shaking fingers. There was an answer! That would solve my problems! I sank to the stool, staring at the shiny sliver of steel. Crazy thoughts rushed through my mind. Who would find me? Would it take a long time to die? What would my family say? And that bastard Mr. Scott! He'd be sorry!
I sat there for almost an hour, trying to work up enough courage to pull the blade across my wrist. But it was no use. I was too afraid. Once I did it, there would be no turning back. No chance to change my mind. And if it hurt ... !
After dropping the blade into the waste basket, I rinsed my face off again, then went to lie on the bed. I was exhausted. I wanted so much to talk to someone, but I could never explain what I had almost done. Any more than I could explain why I no longer had a job.
A job! That was my most important problem. I had to find something to do right away. The month's pay that Mr. Scott had given me wouldn't last long. The thought of job hunting terrified me, but there was no way I could get out of it.
I changed into a lighter dress and combed my hair, intending to go up to the corner for a paper. I could at least see what was available, even though I didn't intend to do anything about it until the next day.
On the way to the corner, I thought I should call in an order for a phone. I'd be needing one, if I had to make very many calls. I stepped through the open door of Tom's place, and headed for the phone booth.
"Lindy!" someone called. "What are you doing home so early?"
I peered into the semi-darkness of the bar, and saw Hal striding toward me, a pool cue in his hand.
"What's the matter? You sick or something?" he asked as he came up.
"No. I got ... I quit."
"How come? Didn't you like the place?"
"No. It wasn't that." I wished he hadn't been there. I didn't want to answer a lot of questions. As a matter-of-fact, I didn't want to talk to anybody at all.
"Well, hell!" he snorted. "No sweat! There's plenty of jobs. But you don't look so good. Anything else wrong?"
"I'm just down in the dumps, Hal. It's been a bad day all the way around. Could we skip that dinner tonight? I don't really feel up to it."
"Why, sure," he smiled, "Here. Sit down for a minute." He pulled out a chair for me, then shouted toward the back of the bar, "Somebody finish for me! I don't want to play any more!"
"Don't stop on my account, Hal! I only came in to make a call."
"Forget it." He sat down next to me. "How about a beer?"
"Not here. I don't want to be around people right now. Do you have any left at your place?"
"Hell, yes! C'mon. Let's go." He got up and waited for me, then we went out the door. "You sure look punk, kid. Don't let that damn job throw you."
I smiled at him weakly, then we walked to his apartment in silence. It was dark inside, as he had left all the drapes pulled shut. We went directly to the kitchen, and I sat down at the table while Hal opened two cans, then joined me.
As I took a drink, he pulled a small bottle from his pocket, shook a tablet out, and handed it to me.
"Here. Take this, and chase it with the beer. It'll perk you up a bit."
"What is it?" I twirled it around in my fingers, but there were no markings on it at all.
"Never mind. Just take it. You'll feet a lot better in a few minutes."
I shrugged, popped the pill in my mouth, and took a sip of beer. Whatever it was, it wouldn't make any difference to me. I couldn't possibly feel any worse.
Hal asked me if I'd called my folks, and when I said I had, he asked me about them and my home town. I talked about them for a few minutes, drinking the beer and relaxing a little. By the time I was through with the beer, I was feeling lightheaded. My eyes weren't focusing the way they should, and my speech was slurring.
"God! That beer really hit me! I feel funny!"
"It wasn't the beer," Hal laughed, "it was the pill. You're supposed to feel that way."
"Son-of-a-gun," I giggled. "Oh, my! I don't think I can even stand up!"
"Sure you can. Get us a couple more, and find out."
I stood up unsteadily, held on to the table for a second to get my balance, then weaved toward the refrigerator. The handle wouldn't stay in one place, and I had a hard time putting my hand on it.
"Shit!" I said. "Stop movin'!" I finally got it open, took two cans out, then staggered back to the table. I put the cans down, but I couldn't open them. They kept slipping out of my grip.
"Oh, fuck! You open 'em, Hal. The sonsabitches won't stand still!"
Hal laughed as I plopped on the chair, almost missing it entirely. Drunkenly, I put my elbows on the table, and rested my head on my hands so I could focus my eyes.
"Feel better already, don't you?" Hal grinned.
"Hell, yes! I feel like I drank a quart of whiskey. I wanna dance. You wanna dance?"
"No," he laughed, patting me on the head. "You go ahead, though. Let's see you dance."
"Goddamn right, I will! I'll show you a dance. I'll show you a dance I learned downtown." I stood up, leaned against the table, and unzipped my dress. I pulled it over my head, almost falling, dropped it on the floor, then swung around so my back was to Hal.
"Unhook me, will you?"
I let the bra slide off my arms, then moved to the center of the room. Hal watched me, a big grin on his face, then he turned on a transistor radio that was on the counter and sat down again.
"Gotta have music, if you're going to dance," he said. The radio blared a jazzy song. "Let's see what you can do."
I started into my go-go dance, trying to imitate the girls I had seen. My breasts were swinging back and forth as I went through the gyrations and Hal was watching them, fascinated. I hooked my thumbs in the top of my panties, and started pulling them down very slowly as my hips pumped in and out.
When I had them down to where Hal could see my hair, he put his beer down and clapped, grinning widely now. I inched them down over my hips, thrusting my pussy out in imitation fucking motions, and Hal's cock stood straight up, making a tent out of his pants.
I pulled the panties all the way down, stepped out of them, then kicked them at Hal. He caught them deftly, waved them over his head, then dropped them on top of my dress.
"Take it out, Hal! I want to see it! Then I can do a much better dance for you."
As I continued moving my body, trying to be as sensuous as I could, Hal opened his pants and took his hard prick out. He left his hand on it, moving it up and down on that gorgeous organ, and it made me even hotter than I already was.
"Wanna fuck me Hal?" I teased. "Wanna stick that thing in my hot little pussy?"
"Bring it over here, and I will!" he chuckled.
I put my hands on my cunt, spread my legs apart, then rubbed it as I pumped my pelvis toward his face.
"Like that, Hal?" I moved closer to him, writhing on the balls of my feet. "Wanna eat me? Wanna lick my cunt, Hal?"
His hand was moving more quickly now, pumping his cock in a grip so tight it looked like the head of it would burst. His eyes were on my cunt, and his mouth hung open. I eased closer to him, holding my slit apart and making the fucking movements even more pronounced. This was fun, teasing him like this! I knew he wanted to drive that huge cock all the way into my pussy!
"Sit on it, baby! Fuck me!"
"Not yet, big man. Not yet!" I giggled. "Are you hot, Hal?"
I tickled my clit with my finger, and the sensation drove me wild. Hal watched my hand steadily, and that only increased my excitement. I wanted him to watch me jack off!
"My pussy's all wet, Hal! It's jus' waitin' for that big ol' cock! You wanna stick it in me? You wanna fuck me, Hal?"
Suddenly he grabbed me, pulling me toward him almost viciously. He slid down on the chair, then tried to force my leg over his.
"No, Hal! Not like that! I want it on the table!"
He relaxed his grip on me, and I moved the cans to one side. I laid down on the very edge, and opened my legs wide. Hal stepped between them quickly, still holding his cock, then moved up until the head of it was slipping into my wet tube.
Not knowing what to do with my legs, I draped them over his shoulders as he eased his prong in its entire length. He put his hands on my knees for leverage, then began pumping me quickly, his eyes closed, and his open mouth emitting grunts.
"Fuck me, Hal! Push it way in! Do it! Do it!"
"Ughhhhhhh," he moaned. "Christ, that feels good!"
"Fuck me! Drive it in! Hurry! Ohhhhhhh!"
We came at the same time, each of us tensing at the final explosion. My legs stiffened straight up in the air, but I couldn't hold them very long so I let them slide down Hal's arms until they were hanging over the edge of the table.
I hurt inside. Because of the position, Hal was able to drive his long prick clear up inside me, and he'd hit something that made it tender. But I didn't care! He could have beaten me while I was coming, and I wouldn't have noticed. God, what a wonderful sensation!
Hal sighed, and eased his prong out of my cunt slowly. I wanted more, but my head was going round and around and I felt funny all over. I didn't know whether it was the pill, the beer or the fuck that had knocked me for a loop, but I was in no condition to do it again. At least not right away.
Hal helped me up, then sat down and picked up his beer. He looked at me sleepily, and shook his head.
"Damn, baby! You really know what it's all about, don't you? I'm about fucked out!"
"Me, too! I think I'd better go lay down, Hal. I don't feel so good. Everything's spinning."
"I'll help you." He got up, helped me off the table, then guided my unsteady walk to the bedroom. I sank down on the bed, and that was all I remembered. When I awoke, the sun was almost down, slanting in through the window with bright orange rays.
I sat on the edge of the bed, waited until the grogginess left me, then went into the living room. Hal was watching TV, a can of beer in his hand.
"Well, hello sleepyhead! How do you feel, now?"
"Okay, I guess. What the hell was in that pill?"
"Nothin' much. You forgot about your problems, didn't you?"
I had to admit that. I remembered clearly all that had gone on, even my ludicrous dance. I must have been out of my mind. If anyone else had seen me like that ... !
"I kind of made a fool out of myself, didn't I?" I mumbled as I sat down. "I don't know what got into me!"
"I do!" Hal smirked. "And it was terrific! How about some dinner, now? I'm starved."
"Like this?" I was still nude. But the funny thing was, I wasn't the least self-conscious about it.
"Get your things on, and we'll take off." Hal started into the bedroom. "I'll get a clean shirt. We don't have to dress up."
I went into the kitchen to retrieve my clothes. Hal had hung them over the back of a chair. As I was dressing, my eyes went to the table, and I remembered vividly laying there with Hal inside my pussy so far that it hurt. The recollection brought back a twinge of the fevered desire I had felt between my legs, but I controlled it. After this afternoon, Hal would think I was some kind of slut if I told him I wanted it again so soon.
"Let's go!" Hal called.
I joined him at the door, and we stepped outside. It seemed like a different world entirely from the one I had left to step through that door only a few hours before. The total depression I had felt was gone, but it was replaced with a touch of embarrassment at the way I had acted.
"We'll go down to the drive-in. They've got damn good food, and the service is quick." Hal opened the door of a brand new hardtop that must have cost a bundle. He held it open for me, and I was just getting in when I heard my name called.
"Linda! Hey, Linda!"
I turned around to see Lonny limping across the courtyard towards us. I had completely forgotten about his coming over that night!
When he came up, I introduced the men, trying desperately to think of some excuse to give Lonny. I didn't want to lose him as a friend, but I didn't want to leave Hal.
"Were you going someplace, Linda? Did you forget I was coming over?" Lonny was doing his best to be polite, but his dark eyes showed the anger he felt.
"No. But I didn't think you'd be here so early. I was just going to get a bite to eat. If you want, I'll stay though."
Hal could see that I was uncomfortable, and tried to ease the situation. "How about joining us, Lonny? We're just going to a drive-in."
"No. No, thanks. I'll drop by some other time, Linda. I have some studying I should be doing anyway. Glad to have met you, Hal. See you later, Linda."
He turned away, and slowly limped back to his pickup. I felt so sorry for him I wanted to go to him and try to explain what had happened, but I knew it was no use. I could never feel for him the way I felt about Hal, and it would be cruel to pretend that I could. I watched as he got into his truck, then I slid into Hal's car.
"That the boy friend?" Hal asked when we were out on the street.
"No. Just a friend. A very good friend. He helped me out when I was in trouble, and I owe him a lot." I thought about how much I did owe Lonny; how nice he'd been to me when I really needed him. But I could never let him make love to me again, and I knew he would want to. It just would never work.
We went inside at the drive-in, had a delicious dinner, then headed back to the apartments. Hal had been quiet the entire time, answering my inane conversations with brief comments, but not offering anything himself. I thought he was upset about Lonny, but I didn't want to bring it up.
On the way back, he turned to me with a grin on his face, and winked. "How about moving in with me, Lindy? I've been thinking, since you don't have a job, and I don't have anyone to take care of me, it would be a good deal for both of us. You wouldn't have to pay rent or anything, so you wouldn't have to go back to work."
His suggestion took me by surprise, and I didn't know what to say. Living with a man? Like we were married? God! My family would have conniption fits if they ever found out! They'd disown me, and never speak to me again!
"Besides," Hal argued, "there're other benefits. We could fuck any time we wanted to. No running back and forth between apartments. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," I whispered. I couldn't have said anything else. I wanted Hal so bad it hurt, and that was certainly a strong argument.
But could I really do it? I'd never lived with anyone except Dee, and living with a man wouldn't be anything like that! But it would be my place. Our place! And I wouldn't have to work, so I could have Hal any time I wanted to.
"What do you say, Lindy? Sound like a winner?"
"I don't know. I just don't know. How could you support another person? You don't even work steady. We'd have to eat, and I've got to have things, and...."
"Hell," Hal interrupted me. "Don't worry about money. I can get all we'll ever need. I think it would be great. I've never shacked up with a gal before. You could keep the place clean, and cook the meals. I'd save money right there. I think it's a great idea!"
I mentally totalled up what money I had, and if I didn't have to pay any rent or anything, I could be self-sufficient and not have to ask Hal for any extra money. It wouldn't be like he was keeping me, or anything like that. I could buy my own dresses and things. I wouldn't have to ask him for much.
"Well?" Hal was turning into the complex. He parked the car with ease, switched off the motor, then turned to me. "I can't think of a single argument you could have. It would be perfect for both of us."
"Oh, Hal. You don't even know me that well. What if you found out you didn't like me? What would I do then?"
He pulled me to him and kissed me warmly, his hand rubbing my tits. "Don't worry about that! I know all I want to know about you. You satisfy me, and you're nice. That's all I have to know."
"Let me think about it tonight, will you? I've never done anything like that before. I think I'd be scared. What would everybody think?"
"What the hell do you care what they think? It's your life, isn't it?"
"I suppose so. It's only that ... Oh, I don't know. I want to think it over. We can wait a day, can't we?"
Hal shrugged and opened the door. "Okay, we'll wait. But you can at least come in for a while, can't you?"
"Sure." I got out on the other side, waited for him at the front of the car, then we walked hand in hand to the door of his apartment.
"I didn't leave the lights on, did I?" Hal asked. "I thought sure I hadn't turned them on.
The lights were definitely on, peeking through the closed drapes on the front windows. We stepped to the door, and Hal unlocked it. As he turned the knob and opened the door, I saw a woman sitting on the couch, legs crossed, smoking a cigarette.
She glanced up as we entered; a tall blonde about thirty, with a full bust that was out-lined under a white knit sweater. She was attractive, but she looked as though she'd seen better days. Her lips were pinched together in a slit, and her eyes were glittering with anger.
"Hello, Hal! Who's that? Another unfortunate broad you've conned into bed?"
CHAPTER VIII
Hal closed the door quietly, then remained standing there, staring at the woman.
"What the hell are you doing here, Marge?" There was ice in his voice.
"I still have a key, remember? I thought I'd drop by and see what you were up to, since I hadn't heard from you. Who's this slut?" She nodded in my direction without looking at me.
"None of your damn business!" Hal barked. "Now, why don't you get the hell out of here? We don't have anything to talk about."
The woman stood up, and in her heels, she was almost an inch taller than Hal. "Oh, yes we do, buster! I figure you owe me about two grand, and I want it. I want it right now!"
"You got all you're gonna get, Marge. That's it! Now, get the hell out of here!"
"Oh, no! You and Gordie owe me, and I'm going to get it. If you want this little bitch to hear all about it, I'll be more than happy to talk about our deal."
"Stop talking about me like that!' I shouted. "You don't even know me!"
"I know all I need to know, honey. I know him!" She glared at Hal. "How about it?" she threatened. "Do you give me my loot, or do I spill it?"
"Hal, what's this all about?" I started to move toward the door, thinking that if they were going to have an argument, Hal wouldn't want me around.
"You stay put, girlie," the woman snarled, moving over in front of us. "I may want a witness to this. How about it, Hal?"
"Fuck you," Hal spat at her. "You don't worry me."
"Listen, you crummy pusher," she said through clenched teeth, "you're not going to get off so easy. I'll spread the word, and you'll never get another ounce! You hear me?"
I put my hand on the knob, getting ready to run. She saw me move, and with a "quick lunge, she grabbed me by the front of my dress, tearing it down to my waist as she pulled me away from the door, then shoved me to the center of the room.
I stumbled against a chair, then fell back, hitting my head with a crack against a table. It sent stars to my eyes, and I almost blacked out, but not quite. I heard a loud slap of flesh against flesh, and when I was able to see again, Hal was slamming the door and rushing to my side.
"Are you okay, baby?" He pulled me up to the chair, and eased me down. There was a sharp pain on the side of my head, but other than that, I seemed to be all right.
"It's nothing, Hal. I'll be okay."
"You've got quite a bump there. I'll get some ice." He left me, returning with ice cubes wrapped in a dish towel, and applied the compress to my aching head. I sat there for a while until I stopped shaking, then handed Hal the towel.
"I'd better go home. I think I'm going to have a headache."
"No you're not! You're going to stay right here, and I'm going to take care of you. Let's get you into bed."
I followed him into the bedroom where he undressed me and tucked me into bed. Then he went back, turned out all the lights, then returned to undress and climb in with me. He cradled my head in his arm, and caressed me lightly.
"I'll take good care of you, Lindy," he whispered in the darkness. "I've got just the remedy for what ails you." His finger slid easily into my cunt as his lips found mine.
He swirled his finger around in my pussy, teasing my clit with his thumb until I was going wild. All thought of a sore head was lost under his gentle touch. Then, when he slid down to suck my nipples, my cunt began contracting with his finger thrusts and I came, moaning his name.
"Oh, fuck me, Hal! Please stick it in! I need it so much! I want your cock inside me!"
Hal rose up, threw the covers down to the floor, then he climbed between my legs, pushing them apart. I waited for him to lay on top of me, but instead his hot breath was on my slit, then his tongue was doing wonderful things. Up and down; in and out; he was touching every senstitive node on my cunt, licking and sucking so loudly it echoed in the dark room.
"Ohhhhhh, eat me! Eat me, Hal! Make me come! Ohhhhh!"
His tongue touched my anus, my hole, my clitoris, then back again. I was going crazy! I swiveled my hips, pushing my cunt into his face, grabbing his hair, anything.
"Now, Hal! NOW! Ohhhhhh. Oh, my God! Ohhhhh!"
Even though I had come again, it still wasn't enough. I wanted his prick deep inside me. DEEP! I pulled him up, then threw my legs over his shoulders like I had done in the kitchen, so that he could go all the way in.
"I love to eat you and fuck you, baby," he moaned. "You pussy is wonderful." He drove his spike in as far as he could, and again I felt him touch the deepest recesses of my cunt.
Again and again he slammed it home, rocking me with each push. It felt as though he was shoving it all the way up to my waist. I sobbed and cried with the wonder of the searingly hot sensations. He gave one last lunge into my tube, and groaned. "Arghhhhhhh!"
When the sound escaped his lips, I came again, shaking with the delight of it. Oh, God! Oh, Heaven! How wonderful it was to have this man fuck me! This man! My man! This was all I ever wanted! This was perfect!
Hal pulled his prick out, and dropped down next to me. "Feel better now?" he whispered.
"Oh, much! That's what I needed. You! You, and your cock! I love you, Hal! I truly do."
I leaned down and pulled the covers back over us. Hal tucked them under his chin, and smiled at me. When he closed his eyes, I laid down and drifted off to sleep, satisfied and happy.
The next morning Hal said he had to leave for a while, and gave me some money for groceries. He told me to stock up with whatever I liked, and to take a cab back as he didn't know when he'd be home. I hated to see him go, but I told myself I'd have to get used to it.
I cleaned the place up, then went to my apartment to shower and change clothes. I had to hold my torn dress together when I dashed across the courtyard, but nobody noticed me. When I was ready, I began putting my things together for the move. Then it hit me! I'd made up my mind to live with Hal almost unconsciously! I hadn't even given it another thought, and here I was, getting set to go.
Grinning to myself all the while, I trucked my things over to my new place. I had to do quite a bit of re-arranging, but I finally got everything put away. This was even better than being by myself. This way, it was sharing. And I wanted to share things with Hal.
I went to the Manager's office, and told them I had moved. I had planned ahead, and slipped a plain gold band that I had been given as a girl on my third left finger, and told the manager that Hal and I had been married. He didn't believe me, I could tell, but I didn't really care. It wasn't any of his business, anyway.
During that week, Hal was gone a lot of the time. I puttered around, cleaning and mending, and wrote a long letter to my folks that would make them happy. Of course, I didn't tell them about Hal at all. There was plenty of time for that. And I didn't let them know about my job. If they thought I was still working, they wouldn't worry so much.
The next Saturday afternoon, Hal and I were just finishing lunch when the phone rang. Hal answered it, and after listening to the voice on the other end, he hung up without saying a word.
"That was Gordie. I've got to go."
"Why? What did he want?"
"I've got to bail him out of jail. He got picked up at a pot party last night. Stupid ass! I told him never to get mixed up with those jerks."
"Why do you have to bail him out? Can't somebody else do it?"
"No!" His answer was sharp. "I have to! It's part of the deal. We look out for each other." He picked up his cigarettes and lighter, pecked me on the cheek, then started to leave.
"Wait, Hal. Can't I go along?"
"Not this time. Just keep cool. I'll be right back."
After he had gone I cleaned up the kitchen opened a beer, then went in to watch TV for a while. Several beers and two hours later, Hal and Gordie came through the door.
"Hullo," Gordie grunted at me. He didn't look any the worse for wear, except maybe a little tired.
"Let's have a beer," Hal said. "C'mon in and join us, Lindy."
I followed them into the kitchen, sat down, and waited for someone to tell me what was going on.
"You'll have to cop a plea, Gordie," Hal said, putting three full cans on the table. "There's no way you can get out of this one."
"I know, I know," Gordie grumbled. "Sonofabitch! Just when things were goin' good, too! Of all the shittin' luck!"
"Well, when you fuck up, you've got to expect it, buddy. I told you a hundred times, not to screw around with those kids."
"Yeah, I know. But you should've seen this quail. Man! She had tits clear out to here!" He held his hands out a foot from his chest.
We sat there the rest of the afternoon drinking beer, but I was almost excluded from the conversation. I didn't like Gordie getting all of Hal's attention, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. Toward evening I was getting mad, and the beer was making me morose and making me feel that Hal was rejecting me.
"Hal," I broke in, "you got another one of those pills?"
He looked at me strangely for a second, then nodded. "Yeah, why?"
"I want one!"
He stared at me, and I could tell the beer was having an affect on him, too. He shrugged, dug into his pocket for the little bottle, then handed me a pill. I popped it into my mouth, then chased it with beer.
"Thanks. Now, how about a little attention for me?"
"Sure, baby, sure. What do you want?" His voice was kind, but I knew he thought I was being silly.
Suddenly, he laughed. "Hey, Gordie. You ought to see this little gal dance. Wow! She can really put something into it!"
"No shit?" Gordie turned his gray eyes on me. "That true? You really good?"
"Damn right! I'm better than some of that cheap shit you see downtown. Better body, too!"
"I'll be damned," Gordie smiled. "I didn't know you knew all this talent, Hal. Why'd you keep it hidden?"
"I didn't. It's up to her. Do you want to dance, Lindy?"
Everything was getting foggy, but I felt exhilarated and daring.
"Why not? Beats sittin' here bein' ignored." I tried to focus my eyes on Gordie. "You really wanna see a dance, huh?"
"Hell, yes! Get with it!"
"Okay." I stood up a little unsteadily. "I'm not goin' to take all my clothes off, but I'll show you jus' as much as some of 'em do."
I took off my blouse, then my skirt and slip, hanging them over the chair, then stood there in my panties and bra. "Ready?"
"Crap! You've got to do better than that," Gordie laughed. "I really want to see somethin'."
"Okay, I'll show you somethin'." The room wasn't too steady, so I had to hold onto the chair as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, letting it drop to the floor.
"Hey, not bad!" Gordie hollered.
"See?" Hal laughed. "That's a lot of female!"
I weaved over to the counter, turned the radio on, then tuned to a station that was playing rock music. When I had it coming in clear, I turned around and began the dance, trying to maintain my balance at the same time.
With some difficulty, I managed to pick up the tempo, and I was undulating my body in time with the deep, rhythmic beats. Both men were intent on my boobs, swaying back and forth with my motions.
"Hey!" Gordie shouted. "Take it all off!"
"Sure I will," I grinned drunkenly. "If you two do."
"You're on!" Hal chortled, getting up and undoing his belt.
Gordie did the same, and in a few seconds, they were both standing there naked, their clothes in a pile near the door. Both of them had a hard-on, and it excited me to see two big, stiff cocks staring back at me.
"Go on, now," Gordie said. "Take 'em off."
I did it slowly, peeling them down over my pussy as they watched in anticipation. They were sitting now, and their eyes were glued to my cunt. As soon as it was completely exposed, Hal began clapping, and so did Gordie. I kicked them off, pushing them away.
"Atta girl," Hal called out. "Now, fuck! Fuck!"
I started pumping my pussy toward them, writhing my ass at the same time. I caressed my tits with my hands, then ran them down over my belly to my cunt, rubbing it as though I was jacking off.
The men were going wild with excitement. I moved closer to them, holding my slit apart so they could see how wet it was. As I sidled up to Hal, his tongue stuck out involuntarily, and he was breathing rapidly. Gordie had his hand on his cock, but he wasn't pumping it. He was aiming at my cunt.
I turned around and bent all the way over with my hands on the floor, so they could look at my hole. Between my legs, I saw the look of eager anticipation on their faces. I'd show them! I'd get them so damn hot they wouldn't be able to stand it!
Slowly, I backed up to Hal until my cunt was just inches over his upright prong. His ass was working even then, trying to get his cock into my gaping hole. I held my position as long as I could, then squatted down onto his prick, feeling the head of it slide easily into my hot slit.
"Aghhhhh," Hal groaned. "Sit down! Down! All the way!"
When it was all the way in, I put my hands on my knees and began raising up and easing down. Then, before I knew it, a huge throbbing cock was in front of my face.
"I can't stand it!" Gordie cried. "Suck it! Put it in your mouth! Hurry!"
I looked up at him and grinned, then leaned forward and took his swollen prick between my lips. Gordie put his hands on the back of my head and pulled me down on it, almost gagging me. I couldn't do anything, because I was holding myself up with my hands, but when I moaned, he pulled it out a little way.
Hal was pumping up into my cunt, and Gordie was going into my mouth with the same ferocity. I had two delicious cocks working me over at the same time. As Hal's thrusts became quicker, I sucked even harder on Gordie's prick, working it over with my tongue as hard as I could.
With a loud gasp, Gordie started pumping hot come into my mouth, then Hal was shooting into my cunt. With them both going off at once, tremors shook my body, and I was almost blinded by my own climax! We disentangled, and I stood up on wobbly legs. That was almost too much!
I didn't think Gordie's come would bother me, but I suddenly felt like throwing up, so I dashed to the bathroom and knelt over the stool. Sure enough, up came the fluid, the beer, and lunch. I was sick!
When I was through, I crawled back to the bedroom and got up on the bed. Gordie and Hal came in, stood looking at me for a minute, then went out. I fought passing out as long as I could, but finally gave way to the inky blackness of sleep.
The next morning, recollections were only too clear to me, and I was disgusted with myself and mad at Hal. How could I have done something like that? It was terrible! I knew that the combination of beer and the pill, whatever it was, had released all my inhibitions, and that was my fault.
But I was angry with Hal for not stopping me. He actually encouraged it! He knew I didn't like Gordie, and he should have done something before I carried things so far! The least he could have done was send Gordie away when he saw I was going to be like that!
I wasn't civil to Hal at all during the morning. We had breakfast, then I cleaned the place up and got ready. I sat down at the kitchen table to try and figure out what to buy at the store, and I was about through with the shopping list when Hal came in, got a beer, and sat down.
"Okay. You want to tell me what's bugging you?"
"You know damn well!" I shot back. "I don't even want to talk about it!" I folded the list neatly, and stared at it.
"If it's about yesterday, what's the problem? You're the one that's mad, not me!"
"Goddamn right, I'm mad!" I blared at him. "Why in the hell did you let me do that? Jesus! It's disgusting! I don't even like that guy. I was out of my head and you knew it, but you didn't do a thing to stop me."
"Well, shit! I'm not your keeper, you know! You're old enough to know what you're doing!"
"It wasn't me! It was that goddamn pill!"
"Bullshit! Anyway, you asked for it, didn't you?"
"What kind of a person do you think I am, anyway?" I screamed. "Do you think I fuck and suck anybody that comes along? I'm here with you because I love you, and you let that happen to me! God!"
"You stop that screaming, or I'll belt your head right off your fuckin' shoulders! You understand me?" He was so mad he was shaking, and I got scared.
"Okay, okay. I won't say any more about it. But I'm not like that, and you know it." I started to cry, all the shame and humiliation venting itself at once. Hal got up, snorted disgustedly, and left, banging the door.
When the tears stopped, I stuck the list into my purse, washed my face, then headed for Tom's. I assumed Hal would be there, and T wanted to apologize to him. It really wasn't his fault. It was mine. I didn't know what was getting into me, but I sure didn't like it!
Hal was right. The pill didn't make me do those things. It only released my inhibitions and let my true character come out. I was afraid that this was what I had been all along, but had never let out because people would think I was a tramp. It was all so muddled in my mind I couldn't begin to figure it out. But I did know one thing for sure. I had to have Hal with me! I needed him badly!
Hal wasn't at the bar. Nobody else was, either. Tom was patiently wiping a glass behind the bar, staring stonily out the open door into the sunshine. Thinking Hal might come in later, I took the end stool and tried to smile at Tom.
"Glass?"
"Yes, please. Seen Hal?"
"Nope." He put the sweaty glass in front of me and picked up my quarter. "Hasn't been in. You two have a fight?"
"No! Why?"
"'Cause you're askin' if he's been here, that's all."
I sipped the beer through the foam slowly, killing time and hoping that Hal would come in soon. I felt lonely without him. I did care for him deeply, but I wasn't sure it was really love. I just wanted him near me.
"If you ever need any loot, let me know."
I looked up at Tom, standing near me behind the bar, still wiping what I thought was the same glass.
"What?" I wasn't sure, but I thought he'd offered me money.
"Any time you're a little short, you could pick up a quick fifty or so upstairs."
I couldn't believe my ears. I was shocked! "Do you thing I'm a whore?"
"Now, now," he said calmly. "I didn't say anything like that. Gordie told me you were out of a job, and he says you really know how to put on a show, if you want to. I just thought if you were down on your luck, you might want to pick up a few extra bucks. No big deal."
Anger flooded me so quickly I couldn't even reply. My mouth was open, forming words, but nothing came out.
"You dirty sonofabitch!" I finally shouted, throwing the rest of my beer in his face. I grabbed up my purse, leaped from the stool, and ran out the door.
"Fuckin' slut!" Tom shouted after me.
I raced home, threw the door shut, and collapsed in a chair. Maybe Tom was right. Maybe I was a whore! Everybody was probably right! I was nothing more than a no good slut! The only difference was that I did it for free! From a virgin to a whore in six easy lessons! What had happened to me? My God, what had happened to me?
I was too numb to cry, too numb to care. What the hell difference did it make, anyway? I got myself a beer, turned on the TV, and tried to forget about the whole, stinking, shitty mess.
Hal didn't come home until after dark, and he was stoned out of his mind. He reeked of whiskey, even though he'd told me he couldn't stand hard liquor. After he'd shut the door, I went to him because he looked as though he'd fall flat on his face any minute.
"Hlo, Lindy. Sorry 'm late. Got a li'l drunk out."
I eased him into a chair and took his shoes off. His head was wobbling back and forth like he had no neck at all. When he finally got me in sight, he gave me a lopsided grin.
"'M sorry 'bout this mornin'. Din' mean to get mad. You know somethin'? I don't feel so good."
"C'mon. I'll help you into bed."
I didn't know whether to be mad at him, or relieved that he was finally home. I shouldered him into the bedroom and dropped him on the bed. He was so smashed he couldn't help me at all, and it was a fight to get him undressed. Eventually, by tugging and pulling, I got him stretched out and covered.
"Hey, Lindy." He looked at me, bleary-eyed. " 'M really sorry. Y'r a good kid. You really are." His eyes closed, and in a second he was snoring loudly.
I turned off the light and went back into the other room, but I was too fidgety and nervous to land anywhere. The beer didn't taste good, and there wasn't anything on TV that I wanted to see. Suddenly I had an idea, got Hal's pants, and took the car keys. He wouldn't miss me, and I had to get out of there for a while.
I picked up my purse, went out the door quietly, though it wasn't necessary the way Hal was sawing logs, and got into the car. It took me a while to figure out where everything was, but once I was on the street, it was an easy car to drive.
I didn't know where I was going, or why, but anywhere was better than the apartment by myself. On impulse, I drove downtown to see the night lights. They had always fascinated me; the empty stores with their windows all aglow, and mannequins poised in what I though were unnatural positions.
When I got back to the apartment, Hal was still snoring so loudly I knew I'd never get any sleep in there, so I took an extra blanket from the closet, shut the door, and laid down on the couch. The fresh air had made me sleepy, and I was grateful. I couldn't have faced my own thoughts that night.
CHAPTER IX
A loud banging at the door woke me up, and I almost fell off the couch getting up, as I'd forgotten where I was. My mouth tasted terrible, and I ached from the uncomfortable position I'd been sleeping in. With some effort, I reached the door.
"Hal in?" Gordie was standing there, disheveled, as though he had slept in his clothes. A young girl was with him; about fifteen or sixteen I guessed, with long, unkempt hair and dressed in dirty jeans and sweatshirt.
"Yeah, he's here," I muttered disgustedly. "You want to see him?"
"Now that's a brilliant question! Why the hell do you think I'm here?"
I had an almost uncontrollable urge to slam the door in his smirking face, but I knew Hal would be mad if I did, so I opened the door wide, and let them in.
"You know where the beer is," I said. "I'll go wake Prince Charming up."
I went into the bedroom, closing the door behind me, and shook Hal awake. "Your buddy's here, Hal. Better get up."
Hal opened bleary eyes, snorted, then swung his legs over the side of the bed. "What's he want?"
"How the hell should I know? He's got some kid with him that looks like she hasn't had a bath since she was born. That's all I know. If you'd like to do me a favor, get rid of them as soon as you can. I don't think I could stand to put up with that shit today."
Hal stood up and went into the bathroom to pee. "Who the hell's askin' you to? Stay in here, if you want to."
"I just might do that!"
I made the bed, picked up Hal's clothes that I had dropped on the floor the night before, and straightened things up. Hal took a shower and shaved while I did that, then came out to dress.
I took a quick shower, tried to do something with my hair and gave up, then dressed. Hal had left the room while I was busy, and I sat on the bed trying to decide whether I wanted to go out there or not. I made up my mind it would be foolish of me to sit there by myself, so I joined them.
They were all in the kitchen, drinking beer, and Hal pulled a chair out for me when I came in, across from the girl. I sat down, and Gordie shoved a full can in front of me.
"Here's an eye opener. Good and cold."
I knew there wasn't any chance of any breakfast with them there, so I tilted the can up. It tasted bitter, but I expected that. Even the toothpaste hadn't taken the sour taste away.
"So what are we goin' to do about Marge?" Gordie asked Hal.
"Not a fucking thing. She can't do us any harm."
"She can if she goes to the narcs! Man, I've already got one hanging over me. I don't want another one!"
"I'll take care of it!" Hal exploded. "I always do, don't I?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm just jumpy, that's all." He paused, then changed the subject. "Hey, would you like to see a choice set of knockers?"
"Her?" Hal jerked his thumb at the girl.
"Shit, yes! Marcy's got a set you won't believe. Show 'em, Marcy."
The girl looked embarrassed. "Oh, Gordie. No! Not here! I'd feel funny."
"C'mon, Marcy," Gordie chided. "Hell, half the town's seen 'em. Take off your top."
The girl looked across the table at me shyly, then glanced at Gordie and stood up. She crossed her arms, grabbed the bottom of the sweatshirt, and pulled it over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, and when her arms were extended upward, her huge, firm tits stuck out like two mountains. Even I was impressed.
"Damn!" Hal said under his breath.
Marcy had draped the shirt over the back of her chair, and stood there motionless as the two men gazed at her boobs with admiration. They were a "D" at least, but she was so young they didn't sag at all. They must have been as hard as a tensed muscle.
"Leave it off, and sit down," Gordie ordered, and Marcy willingly obeyed.
"Ever see anything like those?" Gordie laughed. "Aren't they somethin'?"
The girl was unconcerned over her nakedness now, and sipped her beer casually as the men stared at her chest.
"Now you know why I got picked up!" Gordie smirked.
"How is she?" Hal asked, as though Marcy wasn't even there.
"Terrific! I'll let you find out, later." He turned to me. "You goin' to put on a dance for us this morning?"
"Hell no, I'm not! Not for you or anybody!" I nodded to the girl. "She ought to be enough to take care of both of you."
Hal laughed. "Don't be that way, Lindy. We still love you."
He took the small bottle from his pocket, shook one pill out, and held it out to me. "Here! This'll get you goin'."
"I don't want any more of that shit!" I said, hotly. "I've had all I want of that crap!"
"That's all right, Hal," Gordie chuckled. "I stuck one in her beer before she came out. She'll be feelin' it shortly."
"You bastard!" I spat at him. He laughed, knowing there wasn't anything I could do now. I'd already drank it.
"Let's go in the front room," Hal said, getting up. "There's not enough room in here."
There wasn't any point in my fighting it. What the hell was the use? I'd gone down about as far as I could go, and there sure wasn't any turning back now. I gave up and followed them, hoping that no one else would come. These people were bad enough.
The motion of walking speeded up the effect of the pill and the beer, and by the time I sat down on the couch. I was beginning to feel a little woozy. Hal went back to the kitchen for four beers, came back and handed us each one, then remained standing in the middle of the room, admiring Marcy. I could see that he had a partial hard-on, but it wasn't fully stiff yet.
"Can we see it all, Marcy?" he asked.
"Sure," she grinned up at him. "If you give me that pill you were going to give her."
Wordlessly, Hal handed it to her, then walked to the other chair and sat down. The girl put the pill on her tongue, took a sip of beer and smiled at us. Then she stood up, unbuttoned the jeans, and pulled them down. She wasn't wearing panties, either.
As soon as her triangle of hair was exposed, I glanced at Hal and saw his pants raise up. His eyes were glued to her cunt, and he had a silly grin on his face. Gordie was sitting next to me on the couch, and I looked at his lap. He was hard, too. This young bitch really had them going.
"Turn all the way around," Hal said, and she did. I had to admit she had a beautiful figure. Small waisted, nicely rounded ass, and those huge tits. She was what a man wanted, all right!
"You want to screw her?" Gordie asked Hal.
"Sure!"
"Hal!" I shouted.
"Well, what's wrong with that? You sucked Gordie off, didn't you? Why shouldn't I fuck her?"
I couldn't answer. There wasn't anything I could say. I couldn't stop him. After seeing her naked, I didn't think anybody could. Just looking at her would almost make a guy come. I knew it was hopeless, so I shut up.
Hal put his beer on the floor, stood up, and began taking his clothes off. His eyes never left that luscious young body, and I knew all he had on his mind was sticking his cock into her. She watched Hal pull his pants off, and when she saw his large, veined cock standing out, she smiled and rubbed her pussy.
"Us, too," Gordie said to me.
"Okay." Why not? What the hell did I have to lose? It was all going down the drain, anyway.
I took off my clothes, put them in on the bed so they wouldn't get wrinkled, then went back. Both Gordie and Hal were naked, and their prongs were hard and upright. Gordie motioned me to sit down with him on the couch again, which I did, then we watched the other pair.
"I want you on top, baby," Hal told the girl. "I want to watch those big tits while you fuck me."
"All right. You don't mind if they watch?"
"Hell, no!" He laid down on the floor, his legs straight out, and Marcy walked over to straddle his upright prong.
She looked down at him, smiling, then knelt so her pussy was just barely touching the end of his extended prick. At the first touch, Hal's cock began a throbbing dance, anxious to feel Marcy's hot pussy around it. Then, she leaned over and stuck one of her large tits in his open, waiting mouth.
The pill was starting to work on me in earnest, and I felt all restrictions slipping away. Watching them on the floor made my pussy wet and tingly. I could almost feel that I was Marcy, with my tit in Hal's mouth and my pussy ready for his cock.
My hand went involuntarily to my slit, and I began massaging my clitoris. I didn't want to come, but I wanted to feel the excitement of the moment in my cunt. But when Hal reached up for Marcy's ass and pulled her pussy down over his cock, I was unable to stop myself, and I came, jerking my legs with the thrill of it.
"Oh, Jesus, that's tight!" Hal moaned. "Pump it slow, babe. I don't want to blow off right away."
Marcy followed his directions, easing down on it slowly, then pulling up until it was almost out. I could see the lips of her cunt folding in and out with each thrust, and I knew how she felt. His rod was wet with her juice, and each time she pushed down on it, it went deeper.
Then she was pumping him frantically, slamming her ass down hard and crying out. I couldn't stand it any longer. I looked at Gordie, and he was watching them, as fascinated as I was, his hand going up and down on his prick.
I threw myself on the floor between his open legs, pushed his hand away, and took his hot prong into my mouth. I drove my finger deep into my cunt at the same time, and sucked him while I ran my finger in as far as it would go.
Jacking off as hard as I could, I pushed my mouth far down on Gordie's cock until it was almost in my throat. Oh, Lord! How sweet this was! I came again, but I didn't stop. I couldn't! I wanted to stay in that thrilling state forever! Coming! Coming! As I jerked with a third spasm of climax, Gordie shot off in my mouth. I wanted more! I wanted him to keep coming! I wanted to taste everything he had!
Gordie was still groaning above me when I heard a squeal and a groan from behind. Hal and Marcy had come too! I pulled my head up, extracted my finger from my slit, and crumpled to the floor. Everything spun around dizzily whenever I opened my eyes, so I kept them closed and struggled blindly to get back up on the couch.
"I think I'm going to pass out. Gordie!" I sobbed. "Help me! Help me!"
"You'll be okay, Lindy. Just a minute." I felt him get up, then he was back in a second, forcing a pill between my lips.
"Here. Drink this." It was a luke warm beer, but I drank it down without a pause, chasing the pill down my throat. I refused to open my eyelids until the spinning stopped, and when I did, the other three were sprawled half-in, half-out of the chairs.
"Wow!" Hal exclaimed. "That's what I call a piece of ass! I don't know when I've come like that."
That hurt me! His words were like knives cutting into my heart. I didn't care whether he fucked her or not, but he didn't have to say that! He'd thought I was the best, 'til she came along. Dirty bitch! Probably had all kinds of diseases, too! I gave her a dirty look, but she wasn't paying any attention to me. She was sipping her beer, and watching Hal's prick shrink slowly to a nubbin, a smile playing around her lips as it dropped down onto his balls.
Big-titted whore! I got up, snatching the empty can from the floor, and went to get another, my legs weakly trying to hold me up.
"Bring us all one, Lindy," Hal called.
"Get it yourself, motherfucker!" I hollered back to him.
I got another can from the refrigerator, tore the top open, then angrily threw the tab at the wall. Goddamn slut coming in here with her fucking tits and taking my man away! Sonofabitchin' whore!
I went back and sat down on the couch. When Hal saw I'd meant what I said, he gave me a nasty look, then got up and stalked into the kitchen. I took a long pull on the can, then put it down.
"C'mere, bitch!" I snarled.
"What?" She looked at me, wide-eyed.
"I said, C'MERE!"
She saw that I was mad enough to take it out on her, and a frightened look spread over her face. She got up slowly, and walked over in front of me, standing as though she was ready to run at any minute.
I slid down on the cushion, spread my legs apart, and held my slit open with both hands.
"Eat me! Eat that pussy, you whore!"
I was going to make that little bitch feel like I had felt. I was going to make her feel degraded and low, just like I had. I'd show her to fuck my man! She'd eat me right in front of the guys, or I'd wring her neck! And she saw all that in my face. There was no doubt what I'd do if she didn't get down, and she knew it.
"What's going on?" Hal asked when he came back and saw the girl kneeling down between my legs.
"Leave 'em alone, Hal. We're goin' to have a floor show!" Gordie chuckled. "Hand me one."
Hal gave Gordie a beer, then sat down to watch Marcy move up into my crotch, looking at me with terror.. She inched up between my thighs until her face was almost touching my slit. I spread it even farther apart, keeping my eyes on her face as she stared at the gaping canyon.
"Go on! Eat it! Lick my cunt, bitch!"
Marcy closed her eyes, then lightly touched her outstretched tongue to my hole. She shuddered, then came closer, licking it upward like a dog. She began slowly, but quickly increased the tempo of her tongue until she was going at it full force, sucking my clit, licking my hole, then lapping all around it.
I put my hands behind her head and leaned back, enjoying each touch of her mouth. She knew what she was doing. She'd probably had it done to her enough. I rocked my cunt up to her face, pulling her head down at the same time, and it was thrilling.
I came, jerking up in gigantic spasms, wrapping my legs around her head and squeezing. She sensed what was happening and reached up to caress my tits, all the while continuing to suck my inflamed cunt wildly.
Then she was coming, writhing on her knees, pumping her ass into thin air and moaning into the fold of my pussy. I pulled her mouth even closer to my cunt, crying out in delight. This was wonderful! She knew just what to do!
When our racking body motions came to a slow halt, she backed away, smiling up at me through tears, my pussy liquid all over her mouth and chin. She had enjoyed it as much as I had! I hadn't accomplished a damn thing! She didn't care at all!
"Great!" Hal hollered. "Just great! We ought to put you two in an act. We could make a mint!"
Gordie began applauding, and Hal did the same. Marcy stood up, grinning at us all, and I just shook my head. Everyone had enjoyed the performance. Even me! I was almost ashamed to admit it, but I would have liked her to do it again. I even wondered what it would be like if I ate her!
Gordie clapped his hand on my thigh, startling me out of my private thoughts, and when I looked at him, he grinned.
"How about you and me? I'd like to try that cunt."
That would be a chance to get even! Fucking him right in front of Hal! I couldn't stand the sonofabitch, but if I didn't have to look at him, it wouldn't be so bad. Suddenly I recalled what Dee had told me in what seemed years ago. "One cock is the same as another." They sure were!
"Okay," I agreed. "Only, my way!"
"Whatever way you want it, baby," he said, getting up.
I dropped to the floor, crawled to the middle of the room, then stopped, my ass high in the air and my head resting on my arms. I made sure I was in a position where Hall would be able to see Gordie's cock driving in. I wanted him to watch every bit of it.
Gordie came over, sank down, then put his hands on my ass and guided his rigid cock into my damp, slippery tube.
"Ohhhhhhh," I cried out. Even though it didn't feel all that good, I wanted Hal to think it did.
"Ohhhhh! Stick it in, Gordie! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" I twirled my ass around as much as I could without losing it, and that made Gordie so hot he couldn't wait. He pumped me harder and harder, ramming it to me as though it was his last piece.
"Fuck me, Gordie! Ohh, that feels so good! Ohhhhh!"
In spite of myself, I was coming again. His rod was going all the way up me, hitting every sensitive spot along the way, and it was driving my pussy wild. When I felt his warm liquid spurt inside me, I couldn't hold it any longer, and I let out a loud wail when I came.
"Ohhhhhh! Lord! Ohhhhh!" Gordie grunted at the same time.
As Gordie was easing it out, I looked up and saw Hal, down between Marcy's legs, lapping so hard I could hear each flick of his tongue. All that time, he'd been eating her! My performance didn't make a damn to him! He wanted her!
I got up slowly, sat down on the couch, and picked up my unfinished can of beer. It was no use! Hal didn't belong to me! And I didn't belong to anybody! I might as well stop kidding myself, and admit that I'd just screwed things up. Marcy squealed when she came under Hal's tongue, but I didn't even look at them. I didn't want to see either of them again!
I leaned back and closed my eyes for a while, wishing everything would just go away, then I heard Hal say, "Hell, Gordie. We're out of stuff! Let's go get some more. I feel like putting on a good one, today."
"You got any loot?" Gordie asked. "I'm busted."
"Shit no! I used all I had to get you out of the trap!"
I opened my eyes, and sat up. Everyone was back to normal, except they were all naked. I didn't give a damn! I couldn't care less! My can was empty, so I went to get another one, passing Marcy on the way. She was leaning back in the chair, totally relaxed, staring at the ceiling.
"We can go over to Cass's," I heard Gordie say from the other room as I was opening my beer. "She'll put us on a tab."
"Like hell she will," Hal snorted. "She's Marge's friend, remember?"
"Yeah. I forgot. Well, what now?"
"Let's get dressed," Hal said. "I'll think of something."
I sat down at the kitchen table, sipped my beer, and stared at the floor. I wasn't in any condition to do anything else. I was shot!
"Hey, Lindy," Hal said softly from the doorway. "You got any loot?"
"Not for you, you bastard!" I sipped my beer.
"Aw, c'mon, baby. Just a loan. We need some stuff. How about it?" He walked over to the table, and waited.
"Why don't you ask 'tits' in there? I'll bet she's got some money. No, I'll take that back. She probably fucks for nothin'."
"Well, so do you! Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Nobody," I answered tiredly. "Nobody at all."
"C'mon, baby," Hal pleaded. "After we get the stuff, I'll ditch those two, and we'll come back here and be alone. How about it?"
"No!"
"Why? Will you tell me why not, for chrissake?"
'"Cause I'm leavin' here, that's why! I'm sick of all this shit, and I'm sick of you! That's why!"
"Fuck you! Have your own way, bitch!" He turned on his heel, and went out.
I heard them talking and muttering in the other room, but I didn't pay any attention to what they were saying. I didn't give a good goddamn! Then, when I heard the door open and close, I put my head down on the table and let loose all the tears that had been building up over the past few days.
They came hard, and when it was over, my chest hurt from the sobbing.
There was nothing more for me to do, really. I had to go! I had no idea where or how, but I was going to get as far away from this place as I could. Anywhere! Maybe L.A.! I had enough money for a bus up there, and a room at the "Y" for a while. I wouldn't be able to eat much, but I'd gotten by before.
I couldn't remember just how much I had, or how much I'd spent since being with Hal, so I went into the bedroom for my purse to count it. I sat down on the bed, opened it, and took out the billfold my mother had given me just before I left.
It was empty!
That goddamn Hal had stolen all my money!
The billfold and purse slipped to the floor as I dropped back on the bed with my hands over my face. What in the world was I going to do now? No money, no nothing! Nobody would have me! There were no more tears left, or I would have broken down again. I was lost!
I dressed quickly and went back to the kitchen to call somebody, but as soon as I got there, I knew there was nobody to call. I'd burned all my bridges behind me. I could call Cindy, but what would I tell her? That I was a whore? That I'd sucked a man's cock and gotten fired? That I'd made a girl eat my cunt?
In sheer desperation, I decided to call Lonny. He was the only one who hadn't quite lost faith in me yet. Maybe he'd help me out one more time. I picked up the phone and dialed his number, but there was no answer.
Hanging up the phone sadly, I tried to hold on to the grain of hope that he would be back soon. He was my only chance! If I couldn't get to him before they came back, I didn't know what I would do! I couldn't stay there another night! Not with Hal!
I kept dialing Lonny's number every few minutes, praying that he would answer, but after a half hour, I was about to give up. I'd just have to pack and leave anyway, hoping I could get in touch with him from some other place.
Then I remembered I didn't even have a dime, so I dialed frantically one more time.
"Hello?"
Lonny's voice was the sweetest sound I'd ever heard.
CHAPTER X
"Oh, Lonny!" I cried. "You've got to help me! You've got to get me out of here!"
"Linda? What's the matter now?"
"I've got to get away from here, Lonny! Right away! Could you come over and get me?"
"Look, Linda." His voice was hard and cold. "I'm not your goddamn patsy. I'm not going to come running every time you get yourself in a bind. I'm busy."
"Please, Lonny! Oh, please! I'm scared to stay here any more!"
"What's to be scared of? Just lock your door. Nobody's going to bother you."
"I ... I don't live by myself any more. I don't have my apartment. I ... I moved in with Hal. But I'm afraid, now!"
"Jesus Christ!" he snorted. "And you want me to bail you out of that? You've got to be out of your mind!"
"Lonny, please!" I sobbed. "I'm afraid he'll kill me or something."
He didn't answer for a long while, and I thought he'd hung up, but then he said in a tired voice, "All right. One more time. But that's it! Wait for me by your old apartment. I'll be right over." There was a click as he hung up.
I almost collapsed with relief as I put the receiver back, then dashed into the bedroom to pack my things. I just tossed them into my suitcases helter-skelter. There wasn't time to be neat about it. I double checked the rooms to make sure I hadn't left anything, then I grabbed my bags and went out the door.
I stood in the darkness near the door to my other place, hoping against hope that Hal didn't come back and see me before Lonny got there. I held my breath as each car passed the driveway entrance, happy that it wasn't Hal; dissappointed when it wasn't Lonny.
When the old pickup came rattling in and stopped near me, I tossed my bags in the back and climbed in as fast as I could.
"Drive away, Lonny! Quick!"
He looked at me strangely, nodded, and took off. He didn't say anything until we were several blocks away, and even then he didn't look at me.
"Where do you want to go?"
"I don't know, Lonny! I really don't. I don't have any money or anything!"
"How about Dee's? She'd probably take you back in."
I couldn't help but chuckle sarcastically. "Like hell, she would! She hates my guts, now. She wouldn't help."
Lonny pulled over to the curb under a street light, turned off his lights, and shut the motor off.
"Well? What do you expect me to do?" he said stonily. "I can't take you in, and I don't have any money to give you."
I thought fast. "Couldn't you loan me just a few dollars so I could get a room at the 'Y' ?"
He shook his head, still staring straight ahead. "Nope!"
I choked back a sob. This was no time to start crying. I had to get something accomplished, and I couldn't do it if I was breaking apart. When I had myself under control again, I turned in the seat and put my hand on his leg.
"Can't you help me at all? Isn't there anything you can do? Anything?" I was begging, pleading.
Lonny looked at me, and his eyes were cold as ice. "What do you expect me to do? You fuck everybody in town, then you come running to me for help. What do you think I am, some kind of a sap?"
"I couldn't help it, Lonny!" I cried. "I really couldn't! I didn't want to do those things, but they just happened! Every time I turned around, somebody was making me do those things!"
"Bullshit! Let me tell you something. You were all right when you came here. I don't know what you did before, and I don't care. But at least you weren't going to bed with every guy that came along. Then something changed you, and you turned out to be just like Dee!"
"But I didn't want it to be that way! I didn't! They just kept forcing themselves on me, and I couldn't...."
"Crap! All you had to do was say no! You could have kept your legs together, you know! You wanted it as much as they did, and you know it! I know it, too! Dee told me all about that trucker and Alex, so I know all about it. Now, this guy! What's the matter? Couldn't you screw him enough? Is that why he's mad?"
"Oh, Lonny! Don't! Please, don't!" I couldn't stop the tears then, and I leaned against the door, shaking with sobs.
When I was through, we both sat there in silence, watching the headlights of passing traffic, lost in our own thoughts. I didn't know what I was going to do. Lonny had been my last chance. Since he turned me down flat, there was no one else I could turn to.
I thought about calling Cindy, and asking for enough money to go home, but I was afraid to. She wouldn't ask any questions, but the rest of them sure would. Then I thought of Tom, and his offer. The idea disgusted me, but right then, I had no choice. One night, he had said, and I could pick up fifty dollars. That would be enough to get me to L.A., anyway. I mulled it over in my mind for a few minutes, then decided.
"Okay, Lonny. Take me back. Just drop me off on the corner, and you can go on your way. Thanks, anyway."
He gave me a long, hard stare, then started up, turned around, and headed back the way we had come. He pulled up at the corner in front of Tom's place and stopped. I started to say something to him, but there was nothing more to be said. I just nodded, got out, and took my bags from the back of the truck. As soon as I had, Lonny took off without a backward glance.
I must have looked like a forlorn waif, standing there on the sidewalk under Tom's flashing neon sign, dejected and beat. With a sigh, I picked up my bags and went into the bar, dropping them inside the door, then I walked slowly toward the row of stools that were almost empty.
There were only a few guys there; some playing pool at the back, and two sitting at the far end of the bar watching the game. Tom was standing near the end, also watching, and didn't see me walk up.
"Glass, Tom?" I asked quietly, climbing up.
He swung around to stare at me, grunted, then drew a draft and put it in front of me. "What are you doin' here?" he asked tartly. "I thought you didn't like the place?"
"I've changed my mind, Tom. I'm sorry for what happened. I don't know what got into me." I took a long drink of beer before I told him why I was there, and he waited, expectantly.
"You'll have to put this on the tab, Tom. Until I earn a few bucks. Is that offer still good?"
He leaned both hands on the bar and looked at me a long time before he answered. "I suppose so. Tonight?"
"Yeah. I don't have any place to stay. Can I sleep there, too?"
"That's my place. I sleep there."
"That's all right. I don't care. I'll just be there for the one night. That is, if you've got any customers." I picked up the glass and drained it.
"Sure, I got customers. All the time. Here. I'll get you another one." He took my glass, refilled it, and put it down.
"Finish that, and have another one, if you want it. Then go on up. The stairs in the back. I've got to make a few calls."
He turned to the back bar and picked up the phone as I took a deep breath and relaxed. Thank God! What I had agreed to do was revolting, but it was a hell of a lot better than roaming the streets all night. And then Lord only knows how much longer! I drank the second beer while Tom mumbled into the receiver, then signalled him for another when he glanced at me. I wanted to get as high as I could before I went up. I wished I had a pill!
He was on his fourth call when I finished the last beer, so I got down off the stool without a word, and got my bags. When I passed the men around the pool table on my way to the stairs, they all looked at me with knowing grins. I tried to ignore them, but I could feel their eyes on me as I opened the door and went up the steps.
There was another door at the top that opened into a small, dingy, three room apartment. One small lamp was on, giving the place a murky glow. I took my suitcases into the dark bedroom, dropped them on the floor, then hurried into the kitchen, hoping Tom had something in the refrigerator to eat.
When I opened it, there was nothing but beer and whiskey inside. No food at all! I was so hungry it hurt, but more than that, I was desperate to get loaded so I wouldn't care so much about what was going to happen.
I took a half-full bottle of bourbon from the shelf, closed the door, then rummaged in the cupboards for a glass. I poured a small tumbler full to the brim, drank some of it, gagging, then filled it up again and went back to the living room.
There was nothing I could do but wait, so I made myself as comfortable as I could on the couch, sipping the whiskey and trying to steel myself to the coming event. I didn't even know what to expect! Would they want to just fuck me? Or would they want me to ... to suck them, like Frank Dabney had? Oh, well, I thought. What difference did it make? I could stand anything for one night, then I'd get the hell out of there.
I was trying to erase the thoughts from my mind by recalling my home town and what I did as a girl when the door opened very slowly, and a middle-aged man peeked in, self-consciously. He was wearing a plaid sport shirt, glasses, and looked to be about fifty or so.
I smiled at him weakly, then stood up and waited.
"Linda?" he asked, with a voice that was almost trembling.
"Come on in!" My courage was built up by the whiskey.
He took the final step, and closed the door. "I'm Harry. Tom said he didn't know how much you charged. I can't afford very much."
I sat down, grinning at him. I was in charge of this situation! He didn't know as much about it as I did!
"C'mon over and sit down, and we'll talk about it," I said, patting the cushion next to me. "What did you have in mind?"
He walked over timidly, then sat on the very edge of the couch, wringing his hands.
"Well, twenty-five is about all I can go." He paused. "I don't want anything fancy. Just the straight ... You know, just the regular."
"Twenty-five would be just fine," I said, getting up. "I'll go get ready, then you can come in. Okay?"
"Uhh, sure! Sure!"
I winked at him, then went into the bedroom and took off my clothes. This was going to be a snap! Another one like him, and I'd be on my way! I laid down on the bed with my legs together, then called to him through the open door.
"Okay, Harry! C'mon in!"
He hadn't taken any of his clothes off. When he neared the bed, he looked down at me in the light from the doorway, and his cock was standing out in his pants. I reached over and unzipped them but he was wearing Jockey shorts, and I couldn't get it out.
"You'll have to take 'em off, Harry," I teased. "It's so big, I can't get it out!"
He grinned like a little kid, then tore at his belt buckle. When he bent to strip them off, his glasses fell on the floor. Mumbling to himself, he put them in his pants pocket, then tossed them aside.
His rod was sticking up, but it wasn't very big. I wondered absently whether he could make me come with a little prick like that. He had skinny legs, and his tiny ass was a mass of wrinkles. I had to choke back a giggle. He almost looked like a scarecrow standing there, wearing only his shirt.
He bent down quickly, and began sucking my tits. He was very harsh on my nipples, but I had to put up with it. I ran my hand through his thinning hair, and moaned as though I was really enjoying it. As soon as I did that, he began slurping even more hungrily, then put his hand lightly on my cunt. I swiveled my ass around under his hand, wishing he would at least stick his finger in my pussy so I would get some fun out of it.
"Ohhhh, Harry!" I moaned. "Tickle my cunt! Put your finger in my hole, and jack me off!"
He raised up from my tits, a stupid grin on his face, then rammed his finger into my slit, watching my face for some reaction of pleasure. I didn't disappoint him.
"Ohhhh! Oh, my, that feels good! You really know how to do it, don't you? Oh, play with it! Make me hot!"
The old guy was going crazy, thinking he was pleasing me so much. He pumped his finger into my wet slit, grabbing at my tits with his free hand. Then he stopped, went to the foot of the bed, and spread my legs apart. He slid up until his mouth was at my cunt, and began licking it for all he was worth.
This, I didn't mind! This, I liked! I couldn't see his face, and it didn't make any difference who was licking my snatch. It felt good! I pulled his face into it, rubbing his mouth on my clit until I couldn't stand it, then coming and coming on his face and into his mouth!
"Oh, God! Eat it some more! Eat me! Lick my cunt, Harry!"
Harry couldn't wait. He climbed on top of me, and shoved his little pecker into my hole. As soon as it was inside, he let out a whoop, and groaned.
"Arghhhhhh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
His eyes and mouth were wide open above me as he spurted his juice into my hole. His body jerked with each shot, and his open mouth was gasping for air. Finally he was through, and he sank down on top of me like a limp dishrag.
"Ohhhhh," he moaned. "Sweet Jesus, what a fuck! I think I shot my balls into you!" He was breathing so heavily, I thought he was going to have a stroke or something.
I wanted to come again, but Harry backed off, his pecker as soft as putty. He wouldn't be able to do me any good! Not unless he did it with his tongue!
"Eat me again, Harry! I want your tongue on my hot cunt!"
He stood up, and shook his head. "Can't," he gasped. "I can't do it again. Gettin' too old! Damn, that was good!"
He picked up his clothes and put them on, then strode back into the living room, adjusting his glasses on his nose. I jumped up and followed him, not wanting him to leave without paying me. I needed that money!
Harry stopped by the door, turned, and took his wallet out. I could see it was thick with bills, and kicked myself for not asking for more. I'd bet he would have paid twice what I had said. He fumbled through the money for a second, then handed me three tens.
"Here's thirty. It was worth every penny! I hope you're goin' to be around for a while. I'd like to try that again!"
I took the money gratefully. "Sure, Harry. Any time!"
After he had gone, I went into the bedroom and stuck the bills way down into the toe of my shoe. I didn't want to take any chances of losing that! Then I slipped my dress on, without bra or panties, got another glass of whiskey and sat down. This was a pretty easy way to make a living, I thought. If they were all like him, it'd be great!
I'd only been waiting about twenty minutes when the door swung open again, and a young man about twenty-five came into the room. He looked like the bookish type, with horn--rimmed glasses, short cropped hair and big black eyes. He slammed the door, then stood looking at me, trying to appear cocky. "Hi! I'm Duane. Do you do anything else, besides just plain fucking?"
His question took me by surprise. "Why, I suppose so. What, for instance?" I was beginning to feel a bit wary.
He walked pompously across the room, and sat down. "I want something different. I'm married, and I don't go out on my wife, but she won't, ahh...." His face got red, even though he was trying to put on a brave act. 'That is, she won't ahhh, give me a blow job. Naturally, I wouldn't force her to, but I want one. Do you do that?"
Shit yes, I said to myself! Why not? I thought about the first time I was forced to do it, and smirked to myself. At least, this time I have a choice!
"I guess I could," I smiled at him. "Costs more, though. I have to get more than for just a straight fuck, you know!"
"Oh, sure. Sure! I understand. I wouldn't ask you to do that for the same price. That wouldn't be fair!" He wet his lips, then asked, "Uh, how much would it be?"
"Well, normally I charge thirty for a fuck. I'd have to have at least forty for a blow job." I hesitated when I said the price, afraid I'd scare him away.
"Okay," he nodded. "I guess that's about right." He stood up, nervously fingering his zipper. "In here?"
"No. In the bedroom." I got up, took his arm, and led him to the bed.
I slipped my dress over my head, standing so he could see my body in the light, then I pointed to his pants. "Take 'em off! I can't do anything with all that stuff on!"
He nodded quietly, took off all his clothes, then stood there waiting for directions, his big, hairy prick pointing upward.
"How do you want it?" I asked. "Laying down, or sitting up?"
"Gee, I don't know. Laying down, I guess."
"Okay, lay down!" I commanded.
His cock was pretty good sized, pulsating with the blood flowing into it, and the big purple head had a bit of come forming on the tip. I wished he had wanted to fuck, because my pussy was still aching from the old man. I wanted to come! But what the hell! Forty bucks was forty bucks closer to L.A.!
I crawled up between his legs, pushing them apart, then I rubbed my tits across his hot prong. It jerked under my nipples, and I knew he wouldn't last long. I didn't want him to shoot off right away, or he might not give me the forty, so I teased him with my tits for a while. I rubbed them up and down his prong, tickled his pee hole with the end of my nipples, then rubbed them on his balls. His cock was really throbbing then, and the end of it looked like it was going to burst.
Then I began licking his balls, taking each of them in my mouth and sucking them gently. He was writhing his ass by that time, and grunting with the pressure of his fluid building up. I nipped at the base of his prick, then licked it up to the end.
When I got to the top, I glanced up over his chest and saw he had a look of sheer agony on his face. His arms were thrashing about, and he was completely under my command. I licked the hot feverish head with my tongue for a bit, then slipped it slowly between my lips, sucking lightly.
"Ohh! Ohhh! Ugh! Ohh! Crist!"
He started to pump up into my face, but I backed away. I wasn't quite ready for him to come just yet. I rubbed my clit so I would be ready to come, too. I had to get something out of it!
Slowly, I ran my mouth down the length of his hard prong until I reached the end and it was hitting against the back of my mouth. Then I pulled up, sucking as hard as I could, until only the head remained in my mouth.
"Oh, MY GOD!" he shouted, shoving it up to me. "Oh, SUCK IT!" He was in a frenzy, and I knew it wouldn't be long before he was blowing his load off in my mouth.
I sucked the head of it with everything I had, running my tongue over the top, then I could feel his juice coursing up his swollen prick, filling it with hot, creamy come.
"Aghhh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!"
He was spurting into my mouth in hot gushes, his cock hitting against the roof of my mouth in its spasms. I worked my finger faster in my cunt, and blew off just after he was through. It wasn't enough, but it was better than nothing.
After sucking all the come from his throbbing cock, I eased up, licked the last from the tip, then leaned back. Duane had fallen limp, his legs and arms thrown wide. I was sure he wasn't going to complain about that blow job. I was about to get up, when I noticed his prick wasn't going limp, as I expected it to.
I couldn't let that go to waste! Not when my cunt wanted to be satisfied so badly!
I crawled up over his relaxed figure, positioning my pussy over his stiff hard-on. His eyes were still closed as though he was asleep. I reached between my legs, placed the head of his prong into the folds of my pussy, then slid down over it, shoving it in the full length.
His eyes opened wide, and he looked up at me, surprised.
"Don't worry," I said. "No charge for this. I just want a fuck. Lay back and enjoy it!"
Pumping my ass up and down, I swirled it around to get the most satisfaction from his long dong. Duane whimpered when I hit bottom, and I pumped it all the faster. Lord, I needed that! I needed that fuck! I had to satisfy my itching, aching cunt, no matter what!
As I pumped and swiveled and swirled on his joint, Duane was going out of his mind, grabbing my shoulders, then my tits, then pulling at his hair. He didn't know whether to shit or go blind!
I didn't say anything. I didn't want anything to divert my attention from that magnificent muscle driving deep into my belly, sending me into ecstatic rapture! I pumped, came, and kept on pumping, driving my cunt harder and harder onto his prick.
"Unghhhhhhh! UNGHHH! UNGHHH!"
Hot come was jetting into my tube, oiling his prong and sending me to that wonderful climax once again. I shoved it all the way in, then stopped, waiting for the wave of crashing ecstasy to pass.
Slipping off his rod, I hurried to the bathroom to get rid of my pussy full of liquid. When I came out, Duane was dressed and waiting in the front room. He looked exhausted.
"Here!" He held out two folded twenties between his fingers, acting like they were on fire. I took them and smiled thanks.
"Gosh! I've never had anything like that before. I ... I want to thank you. It was real nice." He blushed, then went down the stairs quickly.
I stood there looking at the money in my hand for a minute, then poured myself another drink and sat down. Seventy bucks! For two hours work! Man, that was something! Then I remembered that Tom got a cut of it. I didn't know how much he usually took, but whatever it was, it was too much! Shit, he didn't do a damn thing! Why should he get any of it! By God, he wasn't! Not from me!
I ran into the kitchen. There had to be another door someplace! He wouldn't go through the bar all the time. Besides, there was some fire law that I recalled vaguely. And sure enough! There was a door behind the refrigerator leading to a small porch and stairs.
I looked at the clock on the wall, and it was a little after eleven. Tom wouldn't close up 'till one. He wouldn't come up until then! I could get out and be gone long before one!
I got dressed quickly, put the money in my purse, then went out the rear door. I stood on the little porch for a minute, letting my eyes become accustomed to the darkness, then when I was sure no one was below, I tiptoed down them, and hurried up the street.
I had to carry my bags three blocks before I spotted an empty cab and hailed it. I told the driver to take me to the bus depot, then leaned back against the cushions and heaved a deep sigh of relief. I was on my way!
Once inside the depot, I had second thoughts about going to L.A. I wanted to go home! I wanted to see my family again, and be around people I knew. People that had no idea what I was. Friends that I could talk to, without feeling dirty and ashamed, and who would think I was still the clean-cut girl that had left.
I had tears in my eyes when I went to the counter and bought a ticket for home. Home! That was where I belonged. Not in some indifferent city, where everything I did was wrong.
I asked for the time of arrival, then hurried to a phone to send Cindy a collect telegram that I was coming and when I would arrive. Even though it would be early in the morning, they would be happy to see me, I knew.
I'd just tell them that I'd had enough of city life, and I had missed them so much, I had to quit and come back. They would be so glad they wouldn't question my reasons.
Thoroughly elated, I waited for the bus anxiously, thoughts of home and family bringing a smile of happiness to my face. I couldn't wait to get there! Back to my own room, my old friends and a normal way of life.
When they announced the bus, and I walked out to the loading area and saw that big sign "Tucson" on the front, tears welled in my eyes again.
I was going home!
CHAPTER XI
The tinted glass of the bus windows made the passing lights appear blue as we escaped the city. I was glad there were only a few passengers at that time of night, and I got a seat by myself so I could look out at the passing sights and be alone with my thoughts.
So many, many things had happened to me in such a short time!
I recalled how I felt the day I had left home; the crushing suspicion in my mind that all of my old neighbors and friends thought I was going to become a whore!
And in all truth, I guessed I had.
That damn city had done it to me! No, it hadn't, really. I'd done it to myself. I'd been so damn green, I'd let everyone sweep me up with them, into whatever they were doing, whether I liked it or not. I'd been weak!
I wanted to blame Frank Dabney for what I'd become, but I couldn't. Not deep in my heart. It was really Alex that had started it all. He'd shown me how it could be, and from that moment on, I wanted to fuck! Anybody!
I wondered what would have happened if I'd let Lonny fuck me when I was sunburned. He would have stayed with me, probably, and I would have wound up married to him. But after everything else that happened, he wouldn't touch me with a ten-foot pole.
And Alex!
When I tried so hard to please him, all I did was turn him off! If I'd just gone a little slower! If I'd just pushed him away the first few times, and made him think that he had talked me into fucking him, instead of coming on like a slut, maybe....
We were past all the lights now, and all there was to stare at was the inky blackness. Passing cars flicked by, full of good, honest people that hadn't made a mess of their lives. People that didn't have to cringe at their own memories. People that could hold their heads up anywhere, without being ashamed.
Then there was Cindy!
She knew what it was all about! She tried to warn me in her own way, and I wouldn't listen. I was so concerned about her seeming to accuse me, that I didn't even listen to what she said. If only I had!
I wondered if she had done the same things I had. Whether she had made the same mistakes. I doubted it, but who could tell? Like Dee said, who's to know? They can't tell by looking at you how many guys you slept with, fucked and sucked. If you looked clean, nobody would know the difference!
One of Dee's last statements popped into my mind. When she warned me against falling for any guy that screwed me. How right she was! If I hadn't fallen for Hal; if I'd kept my head and just gotten another job and kept my apartment, I wouldn't be running home like a scared little girl.
All any man wanted was to fuck! He didn't care who it was, or where, as long as it had a hole! Even married men! They wouldn't even stay with one piece of ass! They had to have as many as they could. And if their wife didn't do what they wanted them to, like Duane, they'd find some other dumb broad to do it.
Like me!
I leaned back in the seat and drifted off to sleep, content that I'd soon be home, with all of that shit behind me. No more hands pawing me; no more pills; no more big titted kids not out of high school taking my man away. I'd find somebody decent, and settle down, forgetting all that had happened this summer.
Lights zipping by woke me up, and when I got my bearings, I recognized the streets and knew I was almost there. I sat up, straightened my dress, and smoothed out my hair. It wouldn't be long now!
My stomach was doing flip-flops as we entered the main part of town. Six more blocks, I knew, then we'd be there. An all night restaurant served as the bus depot, so people could get a bite to eat or some coffee while they waited. Usually the owner, Hank, just waved the busses on, as there weren't many people either going or leaving the little town.
We halted for a stop light, and I noticed my hands were shaking. I didn't know whether it was from fear or excitement. I wasn't really sure I could go back! What would happen if all at once I wanted a man inside of me? I couldn't here! It would be all over town in a matter of hours if I screwed somebody!
Could I wait? Could I control the desires that had been awakened in me? Could I look at a good-looking guy without getting all hot and bothered? And having it show?
I didn't know! I really didn't know!
What would happen if I just went out on a normal date, and the guy started touching me; my tits, then my pussy, and I couldn't hold myself back? Suppose I grabbed his cock, and told him I wanted him to fuck me? God! That would be the end of me with my family! They'd never forgive me! Not ever!
The bus pulled up in front of Hank's and stopped. I stood up and went to the door to look out. Mom and Dad, Cindy and Les, were sitting at the counter, drinking coffee. I could see them through the big plate glass window.
They had spotted the bus, and were getting up to come out and meet me. Loving Mom and good, sweet old Dad. Cautious Les, and concerned Cindy.
Hank signalled the driver that there were no passengers as I stood there, uncertain. What should I do? The family was walking to the door, now. They couldn't see me in the darkness of the bus, but they glanced at the open door, smiling.
"Never mind," I told the driver quickly. "I'm going on to Tucson. Please, let's go! Please!"
He looked at me strangely, shrugged his shoulders, and hit the valve that closed the door with a swish. As he put the bus in gear and pulled away from the curb, I staggered back to my seat, trying hard not to look out the window.
I'd go on to Tucson. Maybe I could get a job with some other insurance company. Maybe not. But as long as there were men, I knew I could make a living ... as a whore!
