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CHAPTER ONE
"I heard about your harem but I thought it was all talk," Myron Diggs said. He was an account executive with Darlow, Smith and Curry, one of the country's largest advertising agencies. He was at a table in La Rue's, a posh restaurant on the Cast Side. Sitting across from him was one of the biggest industrialists in the world, Phillip Brendon.
"All talk?" Phillip Brendon laughed, lifting a glass of imported champagne. "My dear boy, every columnist in New York is interested in my harem. With my money F can afford movie stars." He chuckled. "You'd be surprised at the names I can mention. This summer I am going to fill my Long Island mansion with my harem. It is going to be the wildest summer of my life."
"Yes, but-" Myron Diggs appeared embarrassed.
"What is it, my boy? Speak up."
"Well, I know that you're married. I even met the lovely lady at the agency just the other day. She-uh-doesn't object to your-uh-harem?"
"My dear boy, some women know on which side their bread is buttered on, if you don't mind an old cliche. My wife, Gretchen, objected at first but is now completely used to the idea."
"But-well, won't she be in the way?"
Phillip Brendon finished his champagne, replenished the glass. "She won't be in the way," he said with a loose smile. "During the summer I send my wife away. A practice even among the poor people. She has her choice. Europe. Hong Kong. Or just the Riviera. She is a very obedient wife. One couldn't ask for a more obedient wife."
"Amazing woman," Myron Diggs said.
"I have a huge sex capacity. My wife realizes it.
What can she do? She knows I must give in to my sexual appetites. With the money I have, I can afford the most beautiful women in the world."
"But what if your wife did object?"
The industrialist shrugged his big shoulders. '"I would kick her out. My heart would bleed for her but what else could I do? And she would be cut off without a penny. No settlement and no alimony. You see, she can't prove a thing. I have guards all around my mansion. No one can enter. No one can collect evidence."
"I have to hand it to you," Myron Diggs said with unconcealed admiration.
"This evening, over dinner, I will discuss with my wife her plans for the summer. She will probably pick Europe. She has a penchant for Europe.
"This is another embarrassing question coming up," Myron Diggs said with some hesitation.
"Fire away, my boy. Fire away."
"How do you know your wife remains faithful to you during her vacations away from you?"
"'My wife is forty. I believe she has lost all desire for sex. A very unfortunate thing. But if she should indulge-well, how can I possibly object? She is a handsome woman. You've seen her. If she should go to bed with some man then I should be the last person in the world to object, especially with my so-called harem at my command."
Myron Diggs sighed. "It's wonderful to have money.
"You'll make it some day, my boy. I've heard you're very clever and very enterprising."
"I try," Myron said modestly. "How old are you?"
"I'll be thirty next month."
"You're still young. You must enjoy life to the fullest. I'll bet you're quite a lad with the ladies?"
"I make out sometimes."
"I'm having a few male friends over at my mansion this weekend. I can afford to be generous with all the ladies lying around. I certainly can't handle them all. I extend to you my invitation to join us this weekend. I hope you can make it?"
Myron Diggs was delighted. "I was hoping you would ask. To tell you the truth, I was entertaining the idea of asking you if I could join your group?"
"This weekend, I can assure you, will be the most glorious weekend of your life."
That evening, Phillip Brendon, over dinner, asked his wife where she wanted to go during the summer.
Gretchen Brendon was forty years old. She had black hair cut short, Italian style, to make herself look younger. She was good-looking with a full bosomed figure. Her legs were nice.
She forked a slice of roast beef and it disappeared into her mouth. Between chews, she said: "The mountains."
Phillip Brendon cocked his head. "I beg your pardon?"
She sipped some wine. "The mountains. A resort. That's where I'm going to spend the summer."
"How unusual. But what about the Riviera? Paris? London?"
"Pm tired of Europe. And I'm tired of traveling so far every summer. I'll stay at a resort."
"In the mountains?"
"Yes."
"How about Arizona?" he said.
"I don't want to go to Arizona."
"You're going upstate, I take it?"
"Yes."
"Well...."
"Do you have any objection?" she asked, amazed that there would be.
"No, of course not. No, my dear. No objection. You can go wherever you feel like it."
"And you can go to-wherever you feel like it."
"Do I detect a trace of anger or bitterness in your tone?" he asked, pouring wine into his glass.
"Don't be silly," she said sweetly. "I have the most wonderful husband in the world. He indulges me in all my whims. He lavishes money and jewelry on me as if I were a queen."
"I try my best," he said modestly.
"Yes, dear. I know".
"Will you take the Rolls?"
"Will I take the what?"
"The Rolls? To the mountains? On your vacation?"
"Oh, no. The Buick will do."
"You're taking Suzy with you, aren't you?"
"I don't think so. I'll leave Suzy in your care."
"I can have the chauffeur drive you up and he ran return by bus or train?"
She shook her head, no. "No Suzy, no chauffeur, no Rolls. I can manage by myself. I don't want the others to know that I'm Phillip Brendon's wife."
"And what is wrong in that?" he asked, two red spots of anger appeared on his cheeks.
"Nothing, dear," she tried to placate him. "You don't understand. I don't want anyone bowing down to me or being extra good to me because I have a rich and famous husband. I want to be just like everyone else without any privileges."
"Well, yes, I can see your point. I admire you for it. But what about the food? Do you think the food up there will agree with you?"
"I'm sure it will."
"Well, there's no more to be said on the subject, especially if your mind is made up." They continued dinner in silence.
CHAPTER TWO
Nina Kulp was in bed. She wasn't in the bed she usually shared with her husband. This bed belonged to a friend. A female friend. A friend she had turned to in desperation.
Nina Kulp was in Agnes Fairchild's bed.
They had just finished making love and Nina was in a morose mood. She was on her bark, naked, her firm breasts pointing to the high ceiling. Her red hair was like a halo on the pillow surrounding her finely shaped skull.
"What is it, baby?" Agnes asked. Agnes was thirty-two, two years older than Nina. She had a full figure with big breasts that drooped very slightly and her nipples were strawberry colored.
"I don't know what to do," Nina sighed.
Agnes was also naked. She pressed her nakedness against Nina. She passed her hand up Nina's flat belly to her solid breasts. She played with the nipples. "What are you talking about, baby?"
"It's Jimmy," Nina said. "I don't know what to do about him. I can't go on this way."
"You're not the only woman with an inconsiderate husband," Agnes said, her hand straying downward, over the flat belly, to the lush regions of her soft and sensuous torso.
"I can't take it anymore," Nina said. "I don't know whether to divorce him or get a lover. I have to do something."
"You already have a lover," Agnes reminded her.
"I like to have a man making love to me," Nina said. "Sure, I enjoy you, Agnes. It was because of Jimmy and his lack of knowledge that made me climb into your bed. But it isn't enough. I mean it. I need a man. A man can do things that you can't."
"You're hurting me with those words," Agnes said.
"I won't lie to you."
Agnes continued playing with Nina. Her fingers were doing things to Nina's flesh. "Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
Nina sighed. "You know I do."
"Then enjoy it. Don't talk so much."
"I have to talk. Pm going away for a couple of weeks to think things over."
"Where are you going?"
"To some hotel in the mountains. I'll be leaving in a day or two."
"Let me go with you."
Nina shook her head, no. "I don't want any distractions. I have to think things out by myself."
Agnes suddenly bent her head and captured a hard nipple between her lips. Her tongue ran back and forth across the surface of the nipple.
Nina moaned. Her hand came up and held Agnes head closer to her breast. "Oh, I like that," she murmured. "I love it when you kiss my nipple. I'm crazy about having my breasts kissed. That means so much to me. You know everything I like, Agnes."
Agnes moved to the other breast, lavished wild kisses on the hard white mound, but greedily on the firm nipple. Then her head moved downward and she was kissing the flat belly and dipping her tongue into the navel.
Nina's slim body moved crazily on the bed. Her thighs ground against each other, then they separated and Agnes knew what next to do to send a shower of fire into Nina's sex flesh. Her tongue dipped into this other navel which went deeper than the navel on the flat belly. The tongue went into familiar territory and explored familiar grounds.
Nina moaned from the exquisite torture inflicted on her. Her body responded with fierce movements, her breasts rose and fell with her harsh breathing. Her belly moved up and down, a white plane, smooth with an oasis of a navel decorating it. Her limbs were tight around Agnes, holding her a prisoner.
Agnes licked and kissed and used every method to create an electrifying sensation within her partner.
Nina screamed sharply and her body exploded violently. She mumbled something and then stared up at Agnes' nudity.
Agnes was hugging her, hands on the headboard. "Take me," Agnes urged. "I need it so badly."
Nina put her hands on Agnes' hips, raised her head and her mouth was everywhere, all over, tasting the sweet girl, stroping and fondling.
Nina kept on and on for the longest time while Agnes squirmed above her. Nina dug her fingers into the smooth hips and hugghed as deep as posu sible.
Agnes gasped with every dart of Nina's tongue. She moaned to the high heavens as ecstasy shook her pink-fleshed body. She erupted with a violence that shook them both to the core.
Agnes relaxed slowly and rolled off. She got off the bed, made lemonade in the kitchen, brought back a pitcher and two tall frosted glasses.
Nina sat up and took a glass. She drank deeply. "I wish you wouldn't go," Agnes said. "I have to."
"But why can't I go with you? We can have a lot of fun."
"Pm not going to have fun. I have to think things out. I don't want to bust up my marriage but I can't go on like this. I want to ponder on what to do. I have to make up my mind whether I want a divorce or not. And you can't go with me, Agnes. You'd be too much of a distraction."
Agnes laughed. "All right, have it your way." She drank her lemonade. "How about calling Jimmy and telling him you're staying over?"
"I think I will. Why not?"
"It's a good thing he doesn't suspect anything," Agnes said.
"As far as he's concerned, we're just good friends," Nina said.
"We are, aren't we?" Agnes winked wickedly. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come along," Nina said. "I was getting desperate for sex."
"But you want to leave me and go away?" Agnes pouted.
"I have to."
"Just divorce that big lug."
"I have to think about it first. I don't believe in making a fast decision. Especially when it comes to divorce."
"I suppose you're right," Agnes sighed.
"I hope so too. I hope I make the right decision."
"You're going to be lonely."
Nina shrugged. "That's the way I want it."
"Jimmy doesn't care that you're going away?"
"Why should he? Besides, it's only for a couple of weeks."
"Maybe I'll drop in on you for a weekend?"
"Don't you dare."
"Then I'll find someone else to play with," Agnes threatened.
Nina laughed. "Do you think that would bother me? I like you, Agnes; but I don't love you."
Agnes shrugged her shoulders. "Listen, get on the phone and tell that husband of yours you're spending the night with me. And hurry it up. I want to get at that beautiful white body of yours. I'm hungry for more of you."
Nina giggled and walked to the phone.
CHAPTER THREE
Noreen Connor was twenty-four, with a nice trim body and neat trim legs. She wag married, had four children. She was dressed in a yellow shift and brown sandals. She leaned back against the club chair as her sister, Sheila Brown, brought her a glass of cold root beer in a tall glass mug.
Sheila Brown sat down on the divan, folded her legs under her. She had on a halter and a pair of shorts. She was tall, lanky, small-bosomed with reddish brown hair. Her breasts, though small, was very firm. They hardly bounced under the halter.
Noreen was one year older than Sheila and considered Sheila her "baby sister," a term which never set too well with Sheila.
"I first heard the news last night," Noreen said. "Naturally, I was shocked, to say the least!"
Sheila didn't say anything.
Noreen finished her root beer. She put the glass down on a step table. "You and Hank have been married for two years now. You can't just throw away two years. When I heard last night that you two had separated-well, I was beside myself. I couldn't sleep a wink all night. It just doesn't seem possible."
"It's possible," Sheila murmured.
"But you must go back to him," Noreen insisted. "Can't you see that you're making a mistake? Why, there's never been a divorce in our family for as long as I can remember."
"Noreen, I know what your intentions are and I appreciate it. You only want the best for your kid sister. But I've made up my mind."
The sarcasm that went with the words, "kid sister" didn't escape Noreen.
"Do you resent the fact that I try to look after you?" Noreen demanded to know. "After all I'm your older sister."
"By one year," Sheila pointed out.
"That's beside the point. After mom died I took you under my wing, so to speak. I've done everything for you. I don't expect gratitude. But at least, use common sense when your personal life is concerned. You think I don't worry about you? Of course, I do. You're my kid-you're my younger sister. I don't want you to mess up your life."
"And I should go bank to Hank even though I detest him? Is that what you want?"
Noreen was puzzled and looked it. "What do you mean, you detest him? Why should you detest him? I know Hank. He's a sweet man. He wouldn't hurt a fly."
"You don't live with him," Sheila said. "I do."
"But-Well, can you talk about it?"
"Of course. If you don't shock easy. You have children. I guess you know what life is all about."
Noreen's face whitened. "If it's so intimate then please don't tell me."
"You act like you don't know a single thing about sex or-"
"Please," Noreen said, using her hand to ward off any further discussion on an unpleasant subject. "I came to you, expecting you to act sensible. I want to help you."
"You want me to go back to Hank," Sheila said. "I'm trying to tell you why I won't go back."
"But-but-All right. If it isn't too intimate. I am a married woman and I do have children. If you want to tell me, I'll listen. As long as the subject isn't too intimate."
"Maybe I'd better not tell you," Sheila said. "I'd hate to shock a married woman with children. Noreen, you do have kids, don't you? Maybe you adopted them? Yes, that's very possible. I should have thought of that. You adopted the children. I can't see you in bed with your husband like you should be. Not you."
"You don't have to be nasty."
"Was I being nasty?" Sheila asked innocently. "I thought I was being honest."
"If you want me to leave-"
"I'm sorry, Noreen." Sheila was contrite. "You just don't understand. You mean well but-Look, Hank is sex crazy. Now do you understand?"
Noreen flushed. "Well, every man has certain needs that have to be taken care of and as wives, it's our duty-"
"Oh, stop it," Sheila said testily. "It's like you're reading from some book that came out a hundred years ago. There is such a thing as sex freedom for women. But what I'm driving at is this: That's all Hank thinks about-sex, sex, sex and more sex. It's driving me crazy. And variety. Not normal Sex, you understand but-"
"Please stop," Noreen cut her off. "I don't want to hear any more. That's enough."
"All right then." Sheila shrugged her shoulders. "Now you know why I'm separated from Hank. Can you blame me?"
"You must make some compromise," Noreen insisted. "I can't advise you on such intimate matters but there must be a way to a solution. You can talk to Hank, reason with him. After all, I'm sure he'll listen to reason when he realizes that any other alternative means divorce."
"If we go back together, it'll be like before. I can't do the things he wants."
"On the other hand," Noreen said, "you can't just divorce him and break up a two year marriage. What will everybody say?"
"Who gives a damn what anyone says?" Sheila got to her feet. "Would you like a drink? I mean, a real drink?"
"I'll have another root beer."
Sheila took Noreen's empty glass, walked into the kitchenette, filled the glass with root beer, made herself a Manhattan and returned. She gave the root beer to her sister and sank into the divan, almost spilling her drink.
"Isn't it too early to drink? Noreen asked.
"Yes," Sheila said, and sipped at her Manhattan.
"I just don't know what to do with you," Noreen said. "I certainly can't talk to Hank. I mean, I can't discuse the things you were telling me about."
"I know. Too embarrassing for you."
"Too embarrassing for anyone," Noreen said, drinking her root beer. "But something has to be done."
"I'd go back to him if I didn't have to submit to his crazy methods. I mean-well, I can't tell you what he wants done to him. And what he wants to do to me. You'd probably faint."
"Please don't tell me," Noreen said hastily.
"Then you see how it is?"
Noreen bit her lower lip. "I realize you have a problem but-Listen to me, Sheila. He is your husband. All right, I'm lucky that my husband is most conventional. But you must steel yourself. If-if he wants certain things done-I can't even imagine or I won't imagine what these things are-then it's your duty-"
"You don't have to say any more," Sheila said, angrily. "I see what you're driving at. If the shoe was on the other foot, it would be very different though. You'd burn in hell before you did anything that would he unappetizing. But it's all right for me-"
"Don't be silly," Noreen said hastily. "You have it all wrong."
"All right, I'll make a deal with you," Sheila said, a sudden sparkle in her eye. "Next time Hank makes demands on me I'll send him over to you. Okay?"
"What?" Noreen was startled. "You heard me."
"You must be mad."
"You don't want me to divorce that sex maniac. Okay. I won't. But you'll have to take care of his sex needs. That's the only way I'll go back to him."
"Of course, you're joking. Why, I'd never consider going to bed with any man who wasn't my husband. And a man with such abnormal appetites-well, that's out of the question."
"Oh, I see." Sheila nodded her head wisely. "It's all right for the kid sister to sleep with that pig but not for Noreen who happens to be older by one full year."
"You seem to be possessed by the fact that I'm a year older," Noreen said. "I wish wou'd grow up."
"I'd grow up if you'd let me. Look, Noreen, let me live my own life. No interference from you. Understand?"
"If that's the way you feel about it?" Noreen stood up, upsetting her glass. The contents spilled onto the rug, causing a round pool that kept widening as it soaked into the nap.
"Don't get on your high horse," Sheila said. "Must you always have your own way?"
Noreen hesitated. She wanted to walk out, her head held high, to show her indignation. And yet she didn't want to walk out. Sheila was still her kid sister. She wanted to protect her sister at all costs. And she didn't want to fight with Sheila. But she knew that Sheila was right. If she was in the same boat, if she was married to a sex maniac, she would move out and seek a divorce, exactly what Sheila was doing.
She sighed. She had no right to interfere. She sloped retrieved the empty glass, put it on the step table and apologized for the wet rug.
She sat down again and asked Sheila what she was going to do?
"What can I do?" Sheila said. "I won't go back to him. He knows where I am and keeps the phone hot, calling me twenty times a day. I guess he is a male nympho."
"I wish you wouldn't talk like that," Noreen murmured.
"And I wish you wouldn't act like a scared virgin. You're married with kids. Where did you find the kids, in a cabage patch?"
"I can't help the way I am." Noreen frowned. "That's one thing I don't understand. The way you talk. Like you're worldly wise. You know what I mean. You don't mind discussing sex or anything relating to it. You know everything and you're not as straight-laced as I am. Yet you object to Hank for being too sex hungry. How can that be? Isn't he the type of man 'you want and need? You like sex. You've told me so a dozen times even though I never asked you. But you separate from Hank because of his demands. It doesn't make sense."
"Too much is too much," Sheila said. "When your husband comes home in the afternoon, not to have lunch, but to throw you in bed for a quick session."
"Please!" Noreen said, her face a mask of disgust. "You know I can't stand vulgarity."
"Well, at least you know what I mean."
"Yes, I understand."
"And I don't want you to think I had too much of a good thing."
"Don't be silly," Noreen said, wrinkling her nose.
"Well, I'm off in day or two. Pm giving myself a vacation. A vacation from sex."
"Where are you going?"
"To a resort in the mountains."
"Which one?"
"Oh, no," Sheila said. "That's for me to know and for you to find out."
"How childish."
"I don't trust you, Noreen."
"You don't trust me?" Noreen said, surprised. "Whatever do you mean?"
"You're liable to tell Hank."
Noreen pondered for a moment. "I must confess I would be tempted. I'm sure you and Hank could straighten out your differences."
"Are you still at it?"
"I'm sorry. I guess I'll never learn."
"That's why I'm not telling you where I'm going."
"All right," Noreen sighed. "Have it your way."
"Better than Hank's way," Sheila said.
They had another round of root beer. Sheila derided one Manhattan before noon wag enough.
"Tell me," she said, sipping her root beer. "Did your husband ever make any-uh-unnatural demands?"
Noreen was shocked. "Please don't ask such intimate questions, Sheila. It isn't nice."
Sheila almost giggled. "Look, this is between us two sisters. I'm rurious. No harm in talking. I won't repeat what you tell me to a living soul. Honest Injun."
"But this is so embarrassing," Noreen protested.
"Oh, don't act like a character out of a mid-Victorian play. This is the twentieth century. I've told you things. Now talk."
"Well ... it happened about a year ago."
"What happened?" Sheila asked, exasperated. Noreen licked her-lips. "He suggested we-I can't even say it."
"Noreen, I'll bite your head off. Come on, spill it."
"Well, you know how Bob is. Very mild."
"Like you," Sheila said.
"Well, yes, like me. Thai's why I married him. I never expect anything extraordinary from him in the way of sex and that's the way I like it. But this particular evening he came right out and suggested we indulge in something way out. He was very blunt about it. I can't even tell you what he suggested but you can very well imagine. Well, I was shocked. I was so shocked I was speechless for quite a while. And then I laced it into him. He immediately apologized for his boldness and he never made such a suggestion again."
"Well, I can only think of three things he could have suggested," Sheila said, "unless Bob is way ahead of me." Sheila then named a bizarre act.
Noreen nodded her head, red-faced.
"Poor conventional kid," Sheila said.
Noreen looked at Sheila. "Did you ever...?" She left it unsaid.
Sheila nodded her head. "Of course. And I'll tell you something else. Hank wasn't the one to suggest it. It my own bright idea. And on our honeymoon too."
"I don't believe it," Noreen said.
"Come off it, Noreen. I don't mind unconventional sex. I do mind too much of it. Conventional, unconventional or otherwise. Morning, noon and night. Even a nymph like me could take just so much and no more. Don't think I'm like you. Hell, no. I'll bet you never even saw stag movies."
"You know I haven't."
Sheila laughed. "Do you honestly think Bob has gone along with your peculiar ideas?"
"You think my ideas are peculiar?"
"Of course. In this day and age."
"Well, I never. Are you suggesting Bob is seeing someone else just to indulge in off-way sex?"
"Yes. He's human. Which is more than I can say for you."
"That's not right. That's no way to talk to me. Sheila. Do you think I haven't any feelings?"
"You certainly have no feelings for your husband," Sheila blurted out.
"I never should have told you anything," Noreen said.
Sheila sighed. "All right, you precious child. I apologize. Do you want another root beer?"
"No. It's time I was going."
"Noreen, don't mind me. Maybe your way is best. But I doubt it. We all have to do the best we can."
Noreen didn't answer. She was thinking furiously. She just couldn't imagine her husband, Bob. going to bed with someone else. Was it her fault? Should she have given in to his unnatural demands? He knew what she was like when he first married her. Did he expect her to change so radically? No, she was Noreen Simms Connor. He should have known she would never indulge in something that would disgust her.
She refused another root beer and after a while she left her sister's apartment, her mind in a tumult.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was almost midnight and Bob was sleeping soundly. Noreen was in bed and wide awake. The discussion with her sister had completely unsettled her.
Was Sheila right? Was she really a fuddy duddy?
Even that expression was old-fashioned but it suited her if Sheila was right.
She loved Bob. She certainly didn't want him to stant chasing after other women. She couldn't help it if certain aspects of sex revolted her. Just thinking about such abnormal acts could make one throw up.
Yet her sister indulged in such way-out scenes. Sheila wouldn't lie about it. She never even imagined Sheila would do such things. Oh, Sheila had always been outspoken about things, including sex, even to the point of embarrassment to Noreen. But Noreen had always looked the other way. She had given up trying to talk to Sheila. Sheila knew her own mind. And it was futile to bring her around to someone else's viewpoint.
She had gone to see Sheila that morning after hearing that Sheila had separated from Hank. She had gone with a calm, cool mind, very composed, ready to convince Sheila that she had done wrong and that the only decent thing to do was to go back to Hank. Even if it meant goin on bended knees. After all, divorce was something unheard of in their family. The very idea of divorce was revolting.
She had gone to Sheila, unruffled, with a purpose. But Sheila had turned the tables on her. had, so to speak, upset the applecart. When she had left Sheila she had left with her mind in a whirl! The very idea of Bob going to other women had upset her tremendously. Was Sheila right?
And why had she admitted to Sheila that Bob had once wanted her to commit an unnatural act? She had given Sheila a weapon and Sheila had used it.
Now she was full of doubts. Was Bob going with other women? And if he was, what was she-going to do about it?
Would she divorce him?
But that was out of the question. She didn't believe in divorce. And there hadn't been a divorce in her family-
Oh. She was at it again. That kick about no divorces.
Was she a bore? Obviously, Sheila thought so. She wasn't clever like Sheila.
Sheila was younger than her by one full year. Sheila was the kid sister. Yet Sheila was the clever one. Sheila had always been the clever one.
Sheila knew so much more than her. But is was Sheila who had man trouble and not her. It was Sheila who was seeking a divorce and not her. Too much sex.
Sheila had admitted indulging in acts that one heard and read about but never imagined that one would indulge in such things herself. She had put Bob in his place when he had suggested she do something for him and he had backed down, apologizing profusely. Had she been wrong? Had Bob gone out to seek other women who would give in to his unnatural demands?
It was likely. It was very probable.
Why had she told Sheila anything? Now she was in a tumult.
She looked at her sleeping husband in the semi-darkness. He wag so handsome. She loved him. It was no passionate hot fierce thing that burned one's soul. She didn't believe there was such a love. No, she loved Bob in a very nice conventional way. And what was wrong with that?
Now she looked at him and wondered if she had been wrong. She believed that it was a wife's duty to take care of her husband's demands. Of course, there were limitations.
But should there be limitations?
Should she have given in to him even thought the very thought of what he wanted had shocked and upset her? She loved him. She wanted him to be happy.
How would she have felt if she had done it? Could she have gone through with it?
She sat up and pulled the thin sheet down. He was sleeping In the bottom half of his pajamas. She had on a thin nightgown. It was very hot and the fan helped a trifle.
She was thinking furiously. Could she change her whole pattern of life and thought overnight?
Was it possible?
She pulled off her nightgown and was naked. She breathed deeply and she fell the cool air on her small breasts. She had small droopy breasts which her husband didn't seem to mind. Of course, they had been firm before the children were born. Then they had fallen. But he hadn't seemed to mind. He still played with them and kissed them. She liked when he kissed her breasts. She leaned over him. He was so helpless now, in the state of sleep, in the state of suspended animation. Helpless. Like a new born baby.
It was as if someone else had entered her body. An imp. Someone with the mind of a satan.
She pulled the strings around his waist and his pajama pants came loose. She pulled them down and he mumbled something but didn't waken.
She managed to get the pants off his body and he was naked.
She passed her hand lightly over his chest down his belly and all over his hard-muscled frame. She stroked him then she bent her head and kissed his warm flesh.
Her mouth was active.
Her mind was in conflict. Should she? Could she?
Sheila had done it.
She opened her mouth and her tongue came out and she lost all self-control, ft was nothing. What n was all the fuss about?
She started to kiss.
Then she tongued.
Then her mouth was the aggressor.
And her body awakened to something new, something pagan and very wonderful. She was hot just by what she was doing. Her body was a tumult of heat and passion and lust. There were drums beating in brain. Drums from pagan countries. Animalistic desires had taken hold of her white smooth body.
She became more active in her motions and desires.
He Mas awake and he saw her body bending over him and felt the darm wet mouth and he was shocked and then pleased and then shocked again.
He stayed like that, on his back, enjoying the wetness, the passion that permeated his body.
She kept devouring him with hunger and passion and a desire to please him and to satisfy him and also, and most important, to prove that this was right because he wanted it and she wanted him to stay with her and with no other and she would do anything for him.
She was a vulture feeding and feeding and never being satisfied. She barely heard him groaning and gasping. She bit him and he suddenly stiffened and the lust that was within him poured forth like white hot lava and she was shocked and stunned and surprised.
And she knew it was all over.
She slowly went to the bathroom and he twisted on the bed, still alive and throbbing. And he relaxed very slowly.
When she came back she got into bed naked and he tried to put his arms aroud her.
She would have none of it. "I'm so ashamed,"
"There's nothing to be ashamed about, dear."
"Please, Bob. I want to sleep. I'm so tired."
"I want to do something for you."
"Oh no."
"But it isn't right-"
"Please, Bob. I don't know what came over me.
"I loved it. I loved every thrilling minute."
"We'll talk about it tomorrow."
"All right, Noreen. I love you, baby." He kissed her mouth.
She lay back, fully awake and he settled down, turning on his side. She heard his even breathing. Soon he was asleep.
She had to take stock of herself. She hadn't minded that for him. But that didn't mean it was right.
Well, they would talk about it tomorrow. They would discuss it. Of course, he would want it again. And he wanted to do something for her.
She wondered what it would be like to have him do that to her. She licked her lips and her mind dwelt on the possibilities of what they could do for each other in bed.
Her face flamed as her thoughts ran wild.
She soon turned over and forced her mind to go blank. It was a long time before she fell asleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jane Mitchell was thirty-two, pretty, with a full round figure and deep black hair.
It was afternoon and the sun was high and yellow in the sky and the radio news broadcast had just stated that it was a hundred and one degrees.
She was lighting a cigarette when the phone rang. She took a bit of tobacco from her lip and picked up the receiver.
"It's me, Tony," the voice on the other end said. "Can I come over or what?"
"I'd better come to you."
"All right, angel. I'll be waiting."
She hung up, patted her hair in place, took a last puff and killed the cigarette in a metal ash tray.
Downstairs, she hailed a cab, gave an address and settled back. She looked out of the New Yorkers suffering from the heat.
Usually the women in light dresses and shorts looked cool but not this miserable summer.
The cab arrived and she paid the driver. She walked into the lobby of the apartment building and an elevator took her up to the seventh floor.
His name was Tony Walton and he was her lover. He was tall and blond and handsome. He had on a pair of shorts and his chest was bare. They kissed and she sank into a club chair.
The air conditioner was on.
She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it apart, revealing her bra and the upper swells of her breasts.
"Heat got you down?" he asked. "Yes."
"Want something cold to drink?"
"I'd appreciate a Tom Collins."
He proceded to make two tall drinks.
Jame accepted her Tom Collins, drank thirstily.
"Still trying to get the goods on your husband?" he asked.
"I've given up," she said. "He's even sending me away so he could be with her. He can't go with me because of the business. He thinks I'm awfully stupid."
"Look, he has his mistress and you have me," Tony said. "So why all the fuss?"
"Tony, dear, the reason I have you is because he has her. When I found out he had a mistress I went looking for a lover. And I found you, sweet Tony. But the fact remains that he cheated on my first, maybe from the very beginning."
"You'll never prove anything," Tony said. "He's too smart. Why don't you give up and forget about getting something on him?"
"Eventualy, I will. I realize he covers his tracks like an expert. But I have to keep trying even though I know it's useless. I'm very funny that way. I hate to give up. Anyway, it gives me something to do. I may be lucky and he may slip."
"Where is he sending you?"
"The mountains. I'll probably take a cabin or a bungalow. It's the same to me. He sent me away last year too."
"You're going to the same place as last year?"
"I think I will. I met a man there. Remarkable chap. A bit of a sex friend. He goes to the mountains so he could meet women. He has his fill of them. I really enjoyed myself with him."
"I'm jealous," Tony sulked. "I think I'll go with you."
"Oh, no, you won't. I'm going alone."
"That's no way to treat me."
"You'll find someone else if you get lonely. Just be on tap when I get back."
"You act like I was a stud and nothing else."
"Don't be petulant," she said. He eyed the exposed bra and the naked flesh above it. "How about going to bed with me?"
"That's the main reason I came over." He helped her to her feet, quickly put his arms around her and hugged her to him. He felt the full breasts against his chest. They kissed. She wriggled her hips against him, felt the urgent hunger of him pressing against her.
He picked her up and brought her into the bedroom. He stripped her naked and then removed his shorts. He climbed into bed and they embraced. His hands cupped her buttocks, the fingers delving into the valley between them. His desire was strong against her loins. They deep kissed.
He sat up, looked down at her full breasts. The nipples were large and colored a dark pink. He played with them and she smiled up at him. His fingers molded the full smooth hillocks. Then he bent his head and his mouth seeked the soft nipples. He licked and kissed them and they grew hard under the lashing of his tongue.
He hand snaked betwen them, found his core and fondled him, making him tremble and shiver with desire and response.
"Chew on them good," she said, feeling his teeth around her left nipple. She felt her nipple being drawn into his mouth and the sensations were terrific.
She squeezed his flesh and he moaned. He was very anxious.
She kept one hand on him and with the other hand she started to push his head downward.
He shifted so that his hips were near her chest so she could keep fondling him while he moved his head down to her lower belly and thighs. Her thighs were well apart and one knee was up in the air. He stroked the smooth skin of the inner thighs and he heard her gasp. At the same time her fingers tightened around his flesh and he felt pain but he didn't mind. He kept on stimulating the tender flesh of thighs and then snifted his head so that he could kiss her where she was most delicate.
She gasped as she felt his tongue, touch vital and sensitive spots. She moaned as his mouth did wonderful things to her. She kept squeezing him, his hard rigid throbbing body.
Her hips moved frantically now. She moved her body against his. She groaned as his mouth tortured her.
She knew it was coming. That sweet and terrible electric shock that lifted her body skyward. It was coming closer and closer. She moaned, her lips pulled back from her teeth, her mouth an oval O.
He knew she was due. He started working faster, his tongue a piston of action.
The explosion hit her with full force. She moaned and her body was lifted to the heights. She cried out sharply.
He moved away from her throbbing flesh and looked at her full warm body. Her hand came away from him. He was hungry for her.
"Turn over," he said.
She looked up at him sleepily and smiled. She knew what he wanted. She turned over.
He looked at her full buttocks. At the shadows and creases of her body. At the backs of her full thighs. He bent his head and kissed her a few times. Then he played with her. He liked the way the flesh rippled. He loomed over her, pressed his body against the full, pink figure. He pressed and she gasped as he took her body in this strange way.
He was in full power now. He started the familiar movements. His hands were on her shoulders. His body felt the tighteness and the warmth. It felt good. He groaned as he felt his desire building up.
His hips moved in all directions. The feeling was superb. Then he started tb work faster and faster as he felt the electric shocks running up and down his spine.
He groaned as the high peak was reached. He fell forward on her back and he kissed the nape of her neck.
"You're heavy," she said.
He rolled away and the bedsprings crashed.
He watched her go into the bathroom. He felt good. He wished he could go away with her. He never got enough of her. He thought her husband was crazy for getting himself a mistress and neglecting her. Any man who neglected Jane Mitchell must be out of his mind.
When she came back he grabbed her and pulled her on top of him. She giggled and kissed him.
They made love again.
CHAPTER SIX
It was a bar on Madison Avenue and it was full of patrons. A man walked in, wearing blue slacks, a light blue short sleeve shirt and a light gray jacket. He ambled up to the bar and ordered a scotch and soda. "Make it a double," he said before the bartender went away.
The man's name was Paul Madron; he was thirty, with blue hair and a sliht build. His face was thin but handsome. His hair was the color of wet sand.
He lived just two blocks away from this bar, which was his favorite. He accepted his drink, paid the bartender and nursed it along.
He was almost finished when he felt a hand slap him on the back. He turned and saw a business associate of his. "Oh, hello, Steve."
Steve Ruddy took the stool next to Paul's. "You look glum, chum."
"Personal."
"Oh?" Steve ordered a drink.
"Yeah," Paul said. "Personal."
Steve Ruddy was thirty-two with an athletic body. He had been a boxer and swimmer in college. He had medals in his apartment to prove his prowess in both fields.
"Well, I don't expect you to tell me your personal-"
"I thought I was great in the bedroom," Paul said, interrupting. "But I'm a failure. A great big zero. Especially where this dame is concerned. Hell' I'm only a failure when it does come to her. It couldn't be all my fault."
The bartender brought Steve's drink. The big man paid for it and the bartender went away. "I thought you said it was personal?" Steve lifted his glass and finished half the drink.
"It is. But I have to talk to someone. Pm here to rest up, then Pm going back to do battle again. The arena is my apartment which is just two blocks away."
"I know where your apartment is," Steve said. "I've been there. In fact, I brought a girl up there not two weeks ago, remember?"
"Yeah. Carol something. Nice kid. I wish she was in my apartment now and not what I have."
"I wish you'd make sense."
"A girl I know," Paul said. "She can keep at it all night. I thought I could satisfy her this time but I'm pooped. And she's rarin' to go."
"You mean she's a niymphomaniac?"
"Well, if she ain't, she'll do till one comes along."
"I'd like to see this dame," Steve said.
Paul frowned. "Well, I don't know. She may not like it. I'll call her first and see what she says."
"An excellent idea. Tell me first: is she a looker?"
"And how."
"Then phone. While I sit and wait." Paul finished his drink and went searching for a phone while Steve ordered another drink. Paul returned shortly.
"What did she say?" Steve wanted to know. "She said it was fine with her. And to see if I coud pick up someone else if I don't feel up to it."
"This dame is beginning to scare me," Steve said.
Steve finished his drink and followed Paul out of the bar. They walked the two blocks, engaged in small talk about women and baseball. When they got to the apartment building where Paul lived, Steve slopped and said: "Maybe I should bring up a bottle?"
"There's plenty of liquor upstairs. But Phyllis won't be interested in liquor."
"I see what you mean."
They went upstairs.
Paul unlocked the door and they went in. The apartment looked deserted. "I guess our bird has flown the coop," Steve said.
"Impossible. Not her."
"Oh, Paul," a feminine voice sang out. "Where are you?" Paul bewildered. "In the bedroom, stupid, where else?" Paul and Steve exchanged glances. "See what I mean?" Paul said, shrugging his shoulders. "I see what you mean." They went into the bedroom.
Phyllis Carey was twenty-four with long flowing blonde hair. She had a nice full figure. She was in bed with a sheet drawn up to her full breasts. She was sitting up, propped against some pillows;
Paul introduced her to Steve.
She put out a hand to shake Steve's hand and the sheet drooped, revealing one full snowy breast.
Steve stared and licked his lips. The breast was a full mound, topped by a cherry nipple.
They shook hands and Phyllis laughed. "I'll bet you look cute without all those clothes on."
Steve didn't need an engraved invitation. He started undressing.
"I'll make a batch of cocktails," Paul said. "Just call out when you feel the need for them." He went out, leaving Steve and Phyllis alone in the bedroom.
Steve was naked now. He approached the bed. This was the easiest seduction on record, he was thinking. He climbed into bed and pulled away the sheet.
She was a beauty. Her full breasts were tempting fruit. Her full white thihhs were seductive-looking, meant for caresses from hands and lips. Her belly was softly rounded.
He kissed her and her hands came up to caress his chest.
His hands encountered her breasts and he played with them. He fingered the nipples and then he bent his head to pay homage to them with his mouth. He kissed the white flesh, loved up the hard tips.
Phyllis caressed his head, the back of his neck. his shoulders. She loved having a man's mouth devouring her full matronly breasts. She took one breast in her hand and begged him to bite on the nipple extra hard. "I love your mouth on my nipple. Bite it. Go ahead. Bite it." He bit gently.
She moaned. "Bite harder." He bit harder.
Her fingers dug into his scalp. "Now love me," she said. "Love me good."
She twisted her body and he raised himself up high. Her hand took hold of him, squeezed and fondled, then guided him along.
He went in deep.
Her body started to twist violently as soon as she felt his power. Her hips rolled back and forth on the bed. Her body was on fire. She moved in rhythm with his movements.
She screamed once and reached her peak. She kept going, her pelvis wriggling frantically. She reached her peak again.
Steve stiffened and his body erupted. He kissed her mouth and her limbs were tight around him.
"Stay with me," she begged. "Please."
"Sure," he said, willing to help her out.
She started moving in all directions, together with him. She moaned crazily.
"You're hurting me," he groaned.
"Just hold it a little while longer," she begged.
Her body jerked wildly and stiffened. She had reached her peak a third time.
He rolled away. The bedspring crashed.
She caressed his chest, felt his flat pectorals, pinched his nipples. "I'm glad Paul brought you."
"I'm glad too." He called out to Paul to bring in the drinks.
Paul came in with a pitcher and glasses. He poured cocktails. Phyllis sipped at her drink. She liked being naked in front of them. She liked it when their eyes rested on her full white breasts.
Steve looked at his watch. "I'd better be going."
"Oh, no," Phyllis said, putting her hand on his bare thigh. "Stay a while. You won't be sorry."
"No, I have to go."
"One more round," she said, almost pleading. "Well ... "
"You won't be sorry," she promised. "I'll be extra nice to you. I'll do something special for you."
SteVe almost wilted at her words. "Okay," he said huskily. "Sure, I'll stick around."
"It's time for me too go to the living room again," Paul said, refilling his glass.
"You can stay if you want to," Phyllis said. "I don't care."
"All the same to me," Steve said.
Paul took their glasses and sat in an easy chair to watch the show. He sipped slowly from his glass.
Phyllis made Steve lay back on the bed. She sat up and caressed his chest. Then she bent down and started kissing his nipples. Her tongue ran over the hard nubs attached to his hard muscled pectorals.
She reached down with her hand and found his core. She caressed him while her mouth fastened on his nipples and bit them gently. Then her head moved downward, her long flow of blonde hair moving with her. She reached his belly and she tortured his flesh above and below his navel. Then her tongue dipped into the navel.
Steve squirmed on the bed. He put his hand on her head and moved her head down slightly.
She did all that she could to bring him to a high peak. She held him with her mouth closed over his flesh. Her tongue lashed out and ran back and forth.
He started the moan from this sweet pain. Her teeth nibbled and he groaned.
Her hand cupped his flesh, and she did all sorts of things to his flesh to make him moan and gasp with response.
Paul finished his drink and forgot to replenish the glass. He was sweating profusely. He was hot. He didn't think he would get hot again. Not that night anyway.
Now he was sitting and watching Phyllis at work and his body was in turmoil. He wanted to strip naked and get at her sweet soft white body. He wanted to fondle her breasts and kiss them and make a woman out of her. He wanted her desperately.
He watched Steve squirm on the bed, his head roll from side to side. He wished they would hurry up. He wanted it so bad. So damn bad....
Steve felt the hot wet flame of her mouth burning him. He groaned. Suddenly his passion burst violently from his body, catching her by surprise. She kept at it for a few seconds more, then ran to the bathroom.
Steve struggled to sit up. "I'm worn out." he said. "I can't take any more."
She came back. "Now it's my turn." She pushed Steve back on the bed.
Paul was out of the chair and by the side of the bed. "It's okay," he said. "I'll take care of you."
With a rateful look, Steve got out of bed and sat down in the chair Paul had just vacated.
Paul climbed into bed, took her in his arms and kissed her mouth. His hands ran down her back to her full buttocks. His fingers ran up and down the valley between her limbs.
"Do something for me," she moaned.
"Anything."
"What I just did for Steve," she begged.
He nodded his head, yes. He kissed her pillow-like breasts, bit on the nipples and then he went down the length of her body to the division between her full round thighs.
His fingers deep in the flesh of her soft thighs, he started to explore and discovered where she was so sensitive that the screamed when he kissed.
She gasped at the invasion.
His tongue explored familiar territory.
She moaned and her full soft body twisted slowly on the bed. Her limbs were splayed and moving slowly.
His mouth was fastened on the honey sweet flesh and he nibbled gently. He ate with relish at the oasis of passion.
Phyllis groaned from the sweet and hot thrills that were coursing through her body.
He started going faster, his tongue licked avidly at her flesh.
She started moving her hips back and forth, quirk, fast, her moans coming louder and harder. Her full breasts rose and fell with her quick breathing.
Then she cried out and her passion hit its peak. She twisted violently and her sweat-stained body jerked with spasms rippling across her soft flesh.
He took his mouth away and made her turn over. She turned for him gladly.
He now prepared for the assault and became cruel, his hands caressing her shoulders and back.
Phyllis felt the heat at her buttocks, felt the tightness of his body. She squirmed. It felt good. Everything felt good.
Paul worked with his plaything, his hands going under her to find her breasts and to squeeze them. He felt her pointy nipples nestling against his palms.
He cried out as thrill after thrill raced wildly through him. He groaned as the last pangs of lust vanished. He breathed deeply and rolled over in exhaustion.
Steve got up. It had been a great performance. He started to dress.
"You're not going?" Phyllis cried out.
"I am," Steve said adamantly.
"But we just started."
Steve groaned. "Maybe you just started. But I've finished."
Paul got off the bed and poured a cocktail in his glass. It was flat. He drank it anyway.
"I hope I have better luck up in the mountains," Phyllis said. "You boys are a washout."
Steve was almost finished dressing.
"What are you talking about?" Paul said.
"My vacation starts in a couple of days. I'm going away to the mountains. I hope I meei some real men."
"I hope they don't meet you," Paul said. "You'll kill them off, one by one." Steve was dressed.
Paul put on a robe and walked him to the door, "That dame is murder," Steve said.
Paul opened the door and Steve started out.
"Paul," Phyllis cried out. "I want to see you."
Paul shuddered. "Remember what I told you in the bar?"
"Yeah," Steve sighed. "I remember. I see now what you meant. So long, pal. I hope you survive this night."
Paul shut the door and locked it.
He braced himself and went into the bedroom.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Harriet Jenkins was the assistant to the social director at the Rhoades Resort, which consisted of a two story L-shaped building and numerous cabins; plus two swimming pools, a golf course, tennis courts, a main dining room and two parking lots.
Harriet Jenkins was twenty-six with brown hair and freckles across a snub nose. She had a trim neat body with a small firm bosom and iong model's legs.
She was dressed in a halter and shorts. She was coming out of the main dining room after a light lunch wen she saw Bill Cordon approaching. She'I knew about Bill Gordon. He had ben at the Rhoades Resort last year and the year before.
Everyone on the staff knew exactly why Bill Gordon went to a resort in the mountains every summer: it was to seduce as many women as he could.
Bill Gordon was a handsome individual with black hair, broad shoulders, a slim waist and lean hips.
Bill Gordon went after the female guests with a vengeance but he never attempted to try his luck with the female staff at Rhoades.
He smiled politely at Harriet and went inside the main dining room. Harriet looked thoughtfully after him and wondered why he was so much on her mind. She hoped it wasn't love. It was obvious that Bill Gordon wasn't the marrying kind.
She continued to her original destination which was Jean Harper's cabin. Jean was leaving that evening after two years as head dietician at Rhoades Resort.
One had to rate to get a cabin. Most of the staff had rooms in the main building.
Jean Harper had fought to get that cabin and now she was giving up two years at Rhoades for a better paying position at one of the big hotels in Philadelphia as assistant dietician. Even though it meant a lesser title the pay was much higher.
Harriet knew Jean. She knew that in no time at all Jean would have a better position and more money. Jean was very ambitious. And she used her body when she had to in order to gain her own ends. And Jean didn't care whether she made love to men or women.
Jean and Harriet had a very close relationship. In fact, the relationship couldn't be any closer. They were lovers.
Harriet didn't consider herself a lesbian in the true sense of the word. She liked men. She liked men very much. In fact, Jean Harper was the first women she had ever gone to bed with.
It had happened about six months ago.
She had been terribly depressed over an abortive loVe affair and her opinion of men at the time was down to zero. She had told Jean about it in confidence and Jean had taken advantage.
That night Jean had come to her room with a bottle of brandy to offer further consolation and within two hours they were making love to each other. Harriet realized afterward that she had been a pushover but she had enjoyed herself tremendously and soon welcomed Jean's advances with as much eagerness as Jean herself could muster.
She had thought that she could never be with a man again but that proved a falsehood. She found she could enjoy both Jean and men.
Now Jean was leaving and Harriet felt a tremendous sadness.
She was in front of Jean's cabin now. She knocked and she heard Jean call out, "Come in."
She walked in.
Jean had just finished packing. She was busy sitting on the bed, going through papers and letters, sorting out what she wanted and what she was going to discard.
Jean was dressed in halter and shorts. This was the popular dress of most of the women at Rhoades, whether on the staff or guests.
Jean Harper had a ripe full figure. Her black hair came down to her shoulders and the ends curled inward. Her breasts were very big with strawbery-colored nipples. Her belly was soft and full and her thighs were round and smooth. She was thirty-one.
She looked up at Harriet and grinned crookedly. "You going to miss me?" she asked.
"You know I will."
"I can't say I haven't enjoyed the two years I've been here," Jean said. "But it's time I moved on. I'm not getting anyplace here. The city hotels pay better money as far as I'm concerned."
"I can't blame you for wanting more money," Harriet said, coming away from the door.
"I have to pick up my bonus money later and then we'll get together for a nice farewell." Jean winked. "What do you say? Our swan song? You and me and the bed?"
Harriet nodded her head, yes. "Can I help you pack?"
"I'm all packed. Just odds and ends to do."
"I have to instruct some middle-aged females on how to play tennis," Harriet said sourly.
"Are yu doubling up for Crandall?"
"He's sick. And I got the job."
"That's another thing I hate about these mountain resorts. You always have to work at two jobs to get one salary. Always doubling up. Somebody gets sick or quits or doesn't show up when the season starts. Well, no more for me. I've seen the last of that."
"You're hoping you're stepping into something soft," Harriet said. "You never can tell. You may wish you'd never have left here."
"Don't talk like that," Jean said. "Now, don't wish things on me. I aim to make good in the city."
"I'm not wishing anything bad for you," Harriet said. "I'm telling you what may be."
"Don't. Just don't."
"Okay."
"Go instruct your middle-aged female guests. If they want to look ridiculous on the tennis courts, that's their business."
"At least, they try."
"Can you make it about six? We'll have a couple of hours together." Jean's voice was full of promises.
Harriet took a deep breath. "Sure. I'll make it. Don't worry about me."
"Our last fling. We'll make it a good one."
Harriet licked her lips in anticipation. She started at the full breasts under the halter. She couldn't wait to gel her hands on them. She liked the feel of Jean's big breasts under her probing fingers.
Jean stuck a cigarette between her full red lips.
"Maybe I'll be back for a visit. But you may be gone by then."
"Where will I go?"
"You may get married. After all, I didn't spoil you for men. You still like them."
Harriet shook her head. "I haven't found any man here I'd want to marry. And it's not because I'm particular."
"What about that guest, Bill Gordon?"
"What about him?"
"You think I haven't seen you eyeing him up like a tiger eyes up a lamb?"
"He doesn't even know I exist. Besides, he's not the marrying kind. You know why he comes here, don't you?"
"Sure," Jean said. "He's a regular lady killer. And there are easy pickings here in this resort. Lonely windows and wives. Sex starved females.
They all seem to gravitate here. And Bill Gordon is right there, ready to bed down with every one of them. I never saw a man with such a drive. Doesn't he ever get tired?"
"It doesn't look like it?" Harried laughed.
"Well, at least he doesn't bother the girls on the staff. We're lucky. Of course, if he did approach you-well, knowing your frame of mind-"
"You think I'd flop into bed with just any man?" Harriet asked with as much indignation as she could muster.
"You look at him like you'd like to."
"Well, he's handsome. He has a nice athletic body. You can't blame me for staring. Men stare at women. Why can't women stare at men?"
"I'm on your side, baby. Don't get sore at me."
"I wasn't getting sore.'"
"Okay. My mistake."
Harriet looked at her wristwatch. "I have to run."
"Don't forget about later," Jean said, winking. "Don't worry. I won't."
Harriet went to the door, opened it and vanished.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was Gretchen Brendon's second day at Rhoades Resort and she knew by nightfall that she would be in a comparative stranger's bed. His name was Bill Gordon and he had started to pursue her before she had even finished unpacking.
Gretchen was thrilled, of course. Bill Gordon was a handsome young man with a terrific body. She had told herself that she would play along with him, tease him, but stop short when it came to the final act, the bedroom bit.
That was what she had told herself. But Bill Gordon was a master of seduction. He knew where to touch, when to touch. He knew the right words. He licked at her ear lobe as they danced in the ball ram of the main building her first night there.
The second night he was pressing himself suggestively against her, knowing that the time was ripe. He had an instinct for such things.
And Gretchen knew she would be in his bed soon. Her body was encased in a low cut gown, showing a generous portion of her big breasts. She didn't mind his looking down the valley between them. She was enjoying herself. She was enjoying his attentions. And she was all worked up.
She wanted him. She knew that was a reducer of women and that he would probably find someone else when he was through with her but she didn't care.
She pressed herself against him as they danced and gave him the full benefit of her ample breasts.
He put his face between her shoulder and jaw and nibbled at her soft flesh.
She sighed and she shivered.
He whispered in her ear: "You're not shy about things, are you?"
"What do you mean?" she asked breathlessly. "I have a couple of decks of cards with very nice pictures. If you know what I mean?"
She knew what he meant. She was no novice at looking at sexy pictures and films.
"Want to come to my room and see them?" he asked.
"All right."
They left the ball room and went up a flight of stairs. They walked down the corridor and stopped in front of his room. He took out his key and they went in. He snapped on the lights.
"Where is your room?" he asked her.
"I have a cabin. Number 13."
"I prefer a room. I had a cabin last year and I didn't care to much for it."
She sat down in an easy chair. "Where are the pictures?"
"He went to a chest of drawers, opened one, took out two decks of cards and gave them to her.
While she looked at them with much interest he found a bottle of brandy and poured two drinks into paper cups.
She took one, sipped, put the cup down and continued looking at the pictures.
He sat on the bed, paper cup in hand, and watched her. Every so often he sipped at the brandy.
She came to the last picture and tossed the two decks on the bed. The pictures had excited her. She picked up the brandy and sipped. Her eyes met his over the rim of the paper cup.
"I didn't just bring you here to look at pictures," he said with honesty.
"I know," she said.
Gretchen rose to her feet, approached the bed, finished the brandy, and crumpled the paper cup. She let it fall to the floor. She slowly took off her gown.
He watched with baited breath as she stood in front of him in bra and panties. Then she unhooked the bra and it fell from her large, slightly slooping breasts. They were full with large nipples. She stepped out of her panties and she was naked.
He jumped to his feet, put his arms around her and kissed her mouth. He slipped his tongue between her lips, between her teeth and explored the inside of her mouth.
She rubbed her naked body against him.
He finally broke the kiss and started to shed his clothes.
Gretchen got into bed and waited for him. She lay back, flat on her back, one knee up. She made a very seductive picture.
He was finally naked.
He crawled into bed, half lying on her, his chest crushing her big soft breasts. They kissed.
Her hands rubbed his shoulders and back and swept down to his buttocks. She was shameless. She was a wild pagan goddess, come to life, full of fire and fury, breathing lust and passion.
She pushed his head down and he was kissing her soft breasts. He sucked on her nipples and they grew hard under his roving tongue.
"Kiss them, lick them, bite them," she murmured, her soft white body twisting under the heat that permeated her body.
He brought one hand down to caress her heavy thighs and then sweep up her inner thighs to stroke between her limbs. His fingers became very bold and she squirmed at this delightful effect. His fingers explored while his mouth devoured her hard nipples. The double stimulation was driving her crazy.
Gretchen wanted more. She wondered how far this handsome Greek god would go. She started pushing his head. He went willingly. His mouth traveled across her soft belly, into the deep navel, down through the valley, onto her soft moving thighs. He sought the valley that led to her passion and he found it. His tongue explored her and she moaned and her body was a torrent of rage and lust.
His fingers dug into her soft thighs and lips were all over her body. His mouth fastened on the target of her lovely charms and his lips roamed at will.
Her fingers clutched at his ears, bring his face as close to her body as possible.
Her figure pushed against him.
She tossed her head from side to side. Cries of ecstasy escaped fro mher full white throat.
She felt it coming. Nearer and nearer. The high peak that would leave her limp and drained. It was coming closer and closer.
"Faster," she beged. "Faster. I love it, I love it. I love it."
Bill worked like a demon. He knew how to torture her flesh. He bit at the softness.
Sudenly she screamed and her body twisted with a violence that almost threatened to topple them both off the bed.
He didn't give her a chance to relax.
He took hold of her, captured her completely. He clutched at her soft breasts and then conquered her.
Her knees gripped his waist and he tormented her entire body. He grunted as he felt the warmth, the wetness of her sweet soft body. He bent his head and nibbled on her nipples.
She rubbed the top of his head.
His senses worked furiously and then he felt the shocks running through his system. He groaned and his lust burst forth.
He relaxed after a whie.
They sat up and had more brandy.
"It's hard to believe," Bill said.
"Hard to believe what?"
"That you could be a neglected wife."
"I'm forty. I'm no longer a chicken."
"You don't look forty."
"Beauty parlors. And I keep my hair short to make myself look younger. I'm vain like most women. I'm surprised I even told you my true age. I usually keep it to myself."
"Women like to confide in me," he said, but not in a boastful manner. He poured more brandy into their cups.
She was beginning to feel lightheaded. "I haven't told you everything. My husband has so many women that his friends say he has a harem."
"And you've been faithful all this time."
"Well, I won't say that. He thinks I'm faithful. Boy, he'll be mighty surprised when the time conies."
"You're going to spring it on him?"
"And how!"
"Well, let's drink a toast to your husband."
"No," she said. "Let's drink a toast to us." They touched paper cups and drank. "You like women, don't you?" she said.
"Yes."
"I've met fast workers before but you take the cake."
"Listen," he confided in her. "I need women like some men need food and drink. I'm a male nymphomaniac."
"At least, you're honest."
"Why shouldn't I be honest?"
"I don't know. Most men aren't."
"You can also say that about women."
"Let's have another drink."
They had another drink. Suddenly she pulled him down on top of her and they deep kissed.
She brought her knee up and pressed it against his groin. She felt his response.
He seized her body and they were together.
She stayed with him the rest of the night.
CHAPTER NINE
Harriet and Jean were in bed. smoking, their backs propped against soft white pillows.
They had just finished making love and they were at peace with the world.
Jean had an arm around Harriet's shoulder and the hand was resting on her naked breast. The fingers were idly playing with the nipple.
"Maybe I can find a job for you in Philadelphia," Jean said.
"I'm staying right here," Harriet said.
"Maybe I'll send for you. You can spend a couple of days with me. You know damn well I'm going to miss you."
"There'll be plenty of girls for you in Philadelphia," Harriet said wisely.
"None like you."
"You'll soon forget all about me." Jean laughed. "Maybe."
"I saw my friend, Bill, dancing with that new guest this evening. That Mrs. Brendon. Did you see her jewels? She must be loaded."
"I'll bet Bill has made out with her already."
"Probably."
"You're not jealous?"
"Don't be silly."
"If I was sticking around, I'd lay odds that he gets to make love to you."
"Well, I like that," Harriet said indignantly. "You must think I'm awfully easy."
"You don't look at most of the men," Jean pointed out. "So when I see you making goo goo eyes at Bill Gordon then I get mighty suspicious. What the hell? He's handsome. If I wasn't that way about girls, I might go for him myself."
"You can still take a fling with him."
"Men are messy."
"It's probably deeper than that."
"Probably," Jean admitted. "But don't analyze me."
"After all this time, why should I?"
"Would you like something to drink?"
"No," Harriet said. "I don't want anything to drink." She looked down at Jean's hand which was on her breast. She saw the fingers play with her nipple. She put up her hand, covered Jean's hand and pressed) the palm tight against her breast.
"You want it?" Jean whispered in her ear.
Harriet nodded her head, yes.
Jean stroked the nipple, then brought her face towards Harriet and kissed her neck. She heard Harriet moan with delight. She forced Harriet down on the bed, played with the small but firm breasts, bent her head and started to kiss the hillocks.
Harriet gasped at the electric contact of wet mouth on her soft white breasts.
Jean captured a nipple and licked it with an eager tongue.
Harriet's body started to twist slowly on the bed. Her limbs came apart and she pushed Jean's with the heel of her hand. Jean went gladly.
Jean kissed the slim belly and dipped her tongue into the navel. Her tongue was like a living asp, slid into the ravine and explored the tender area most throughly.
Harriet's hips rotated slowly. Every sinew of her body was as tight as a violin string. She felt the hot lance of Jean's tongue burning the soft center of her white body.
Harriet reached down and played with Jean's quivering soft globes. She tweaked the pointy nipples. Her own nipples were jutting from the surrounding circles of dark flesh. She put her free hand on her own breasts and played with the dark nipples.
Her body started to rotate faster. Her peak was near.
She started to gasp.
Jean worked ravenously at the tender female flesh. Her teeth bit gently. Her fingers cupped the buttocks and dug into the flesh.
Harriet's peak was reached.
A wail of ecstasy escaped from her throat as she thrashed about on the bed and then she was still.
Jean let her rest a bit and then told her exactly what she wanted. "Make it good. This may be our last time together."
Harriet nodded and got off the bed. She picked up a shoe and turned as Jean flopped over on her belly, presenting Harriet with her full soft buttocks.
Harriet licked her lips and sat down on the bed. She caressed the soft buttocks with her free hand while her other hand raised the shoe. "Are you ready?" she asked.
"Yes," Jean whispered. "I'm ready."
Harriet stopped caressing the buttocks. She put her left hand on the small of Jean's back and then with her right hand brought down the shoe with all her might so that the flat sole slapped agaisnt the soft flesh of Jean's naked buttocks.
Jean flinched as she felt the stinging blow. But she didn't protest. She wriggled her buttocks, asking for more.
Harriet kept raining blows on the naked behind with the flat of the shoe. She saw the buttocks turning red. She kept it up, knowing that was what Jean wanted.
Jean whimpered finally. "Oh, stop. No more. It hurts too much. Now kiss me there."
Harriet bent her head and kissed the soft buttocks.
Jean suddenly turned over and Harriet was kissing her all overs, making her grow wild with desire.
Jean groaned as she felt the hot burning poker of Harriet's tongue invade the very soul of her being. Her hips raised and lowered. "More, more, she cried. "All the way. All the way."
Harriet obliged.
"Oh, baby," Jean cried. "So good. So very good."
Harriet worked with relish at the sensitive flesh. She knew how to devour the girl and make her enjoy the sweet fruits of Nirvana.
"I'm getting there," Jean suddenly cried. "I'm getting there."
Harriet reached up and felt Jean's nipples while her mouth paid homage to the full white soft body, soft body.
Jean screamed and her body almost rolled off the bed.
It was over with.
Finally. They were well satisfied.
They kissed and they dressed. It was time for lean to leave.
Harriet went to her room in the main building and undressed. She crawled into bed. No more Jean.
It was a long time before she fell asleep.
CHAPTER TEN
Nina Kulp paused at the edge of the diving board, then knifed through the air, cutting the water clean. She touched bottom, shot up to the surface.
She swam about, then hiked herself up to the pool deck and lay back on the cement. She thought about Agnes. She missed Agnes and her hands and mouth on her naked flesh.
She didn't think about Jimmy at all. Well, that wasn't so surprising. She had about made up her mind to divorce Jimmy.
She let the sun warm her chest and thighs. She wondered if there was a place nearby where she could sunbathe, a place away from prying eyes.
She saw a man sitting in a beach chair. He was looking at her figure boldly.
Well, she had thought about getting herself a lover. She was ripe for it.
And he did look interesting.
She sat up and shook her head and her red hair hung like a curtain across her shoulders. She looked good in a bathing suit, with her slim figure and full breasts.
The man stood up and approached her.
She leaned back, on her elbows, her breasts thrusting forward, two bulging promontories, the nipples making tiny bumps in the halter of the two piece suit.
"Good morning," he said. "You're new here, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am," she replied. "I arrived last night."
"I'm Bill Gordon."
"Nina Kulp."
"Alone?"
"Yes." She hesitated. "I may as well tell you now as later. Pm married."
"And hubby couldn't make it, is that it?"
"Something like that."
"I have married women for breakfast," he said, laughingly. "Really?"
"Of course. How about a swim?"
"In a minute." Nina ran her hand through her hair. "Who's that woman going by?"
Bill turned. He saw his lover from last night, in hater and shorts, with a tennis racket in her hand. "That's Gretchen Brendon," he informed Nina. "She's a guest."
"She looked at us and there was a funny grin on her face."
Bill shrugged. "I guess she can't believe I'd make out so fast."
"Why, what do you mean?"
"She was my lover last night. And now I'm hunting fresh game. She didn't think I worked that fast."
Nina laughed. She didn't believe him and said so.
Bill shrugged his shoulders. He hadn't thought she would believe him.
They went for a swim and later, they had lunch together in the dining room.
They were at a table that seated four. They were the only ones at the table when a voice spoke out. "Can I join you?"
Nina looked up and saw a young girl with brown hair and a freckled nose. She wore a halter and shorts. The valley of her breasts could be seen. There was the smell of jasmine coming from her body.
"Of course, you can sit down," Bill Gordon said. He introduced Harriet Jenkins to Nina Kulp.
"I'm assistant to the social director," Harriet said, sitting down.
A waiter came over and took her order.
"Do they have dances every night?" Nina wanted to know.
"No, not every night. I don't think there's a dance tonight. But there'll probably be some entertainment. We had Billy Baston for the weekend and something came up concerning his contract. It isn't settled yet so we don't know who will be here this weekend."
"I think there's a notice on the bulletin board that there's amateur night tonight," Bill Gordon volunteered.
"I didn't know," Harriet said.
The waiter came with her order and Harriet started to eat.
"Would you like to go to town tonight?" Bill asked Nina.
"I'd love it."
"We could go after dinner or we could have dinner in town," Bill said. "Whatever you want."
"Okay. And maybe we can have a game of tennis. I'm kind of rusty though."
"That's where I come in," Harriet said, her fork cutting into the baked red snapper. "I'm doubling up as tennis instructor."
"I'd appreciate that," Nina said.
"Okay. After lunch."
"I like swimming instead," Bill said. "PU see you after."
"Okay," Nina said. "Don't forget you're taking me to town tonight."
"I won't forget."
They finished lunch and they left the dining room. Harriet and Nina went off to the tennis courts and Bill Gordon headed for the swimming pool.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Harriet and Nina worked up a good sweat and then quit for the day.
"You have a hell of a back hand drive," Harriet said.
"I haven't played for at least six months. I was sure I was rusty. Thanks for helping me out."
"I'm going to take a shower," Harriet said. "I can use one."
"Mind if I tag along? Or aren't you supposed to mix with the guests?" Nina swung her racket against her hip.
"Just follow me. I have a room in the main building."
They left the tennis courts and pased the swimming pool.
"My friend sure works fast," Nina said. "What do you mean?"
"Take a look."
Bill Cordon was talking to a woman about thirty-two with very black hair. She had on a green swim suit that molded her full figure.
"That's Jane Mitchell," Harriet said. "She arrived this morning."
"Nice looking figure."
"Not bad."
"That Bill Gordon doesn't waste much time, does he?"
"He's girl crazy. I guess you figured that one out."
They went into the main building.
"I don't care," Nina said. "Maybe I need a man who's girl crazy." She suddenly flushed. "I guess I'm talking too much."
They walked down the corridor and Harriet opened the door to her room and they went in.
"Anything you tell me will go in one ear and out the other," Harriet said, laying her tennis racket across the foot of the bed. She removed her halter and her shorts. She saw Nina's eyes moisten slightly at sight of her naked body. She wondered if Nina was that way. She was already missing Jean. Would Nina take Jean's place?
"I don't like telling people my personal problems," Nina said. "It's-well, everybody has their own problems so why should I burden them with mine?"
Harriet shrugged and her breasts bounced gently. Nina couldn't keep her eyes off Harriet's breasts. "You have a nice figure," Nina said.
"Thanks. So do you."
Harriet went into the bathroom, stepped under the shower and turned it on. She was out in five minutes.
Harriet dried herself off. "Why don't you take a shower?"
"F don't want to put this swim suit on after I shower. I'll wait until I get back to my cabin."
"I can lend you a halter and shorts. We're about the same size around the hips but your breasts are bigger than mine. Are you a thirty-eight?"
"Yes. I guess I can manage to squeeze into a halter. They usually stretch."
"You go take a shower," Harriet said.
Nina went into the bathroom and Harriet put on shorts and a halter. She was smoking a cigarette when Nina came out of the bathroom.
Harriet looked with undisguised admiration at Nina's naked body. Both girls were built the same except in the breast department. Nina's breasts were fuller.
Nina saw Harriet looking at her naked body and flushed. "Can I have a halter and shorts?" she
"Can't f look at you a little bit?" Harriet said. "You gave me the once over, remember?"
"I came hunting a man and nothing else," Nina
"You sure?"
Nina sat on the bed. "No, I'm not sure. I don't know what I want. Sure, I looked at you. Why not? I can talk to you, can't I?"
Harriet nodded her head. "Yes, you can talk to me. Tell me whatever you want."
"Do you know what an inconsiderate husband is?"
"I've heard of them."
Nina sat on the bed, next to Harriet and their thighs were touching. Nina was still naked.
"Well, that's what I have," Nina said. "It's hell. So I took up ... with a girl. We became lovers. But it wasn't enough. I wanted a man's love too. I came here to this resort to decide whether to divorce my husband or not. And maybe to get myself a lover.
A man lover."
Harriet leaned back, resting on her elbows. "You were honest with me. I'll be honest with you. I also had a female lover. She left yesterday evening and I'll probably never see her again. The funny part of it is I think I'm crazy for one of the male guests."
"Not Bill Gordon?"
"Yes."
"But that's priceless," Nina exclaimed. "You know what he's like. All he wants is to love 'em and leave 'em."
"I know. I can't help the way I feel though. I keep telling myself that I don't really care for him that I'm only interested in him because of his looks and his strong male body. But it's more than that. I'm really hooked on him."
"Did you ever crawl into his bed?" Harriet shook her head, no. "He doesn't bother with any of the female staff. He only goes for the guests."
"Would you like to try him?"
"Of course. What a question."
"All right then. Look, we know how we are about women. Well, let's have a real circus. The sky's the limit. You, me, and Bill."
"What do you mean?"
"Bill is taking me to town tonight. Well, you tag along. I'll bet we all end up in bed together."
"But I'll feel like a third leg. Besides, he doesn't want me. He'll think I'll gum up the works. You know what I mean. I'll get in his way when he tries to make you."
"Don't be silly. I'll insist you come along."
Harriet chewed her lower lip. "Well, I don't know."
"Then it's settled."
"Listen, I didn't say-"
"Oh, come off it. Everything will be all right. Now where's that halter and shorts? Or do you want to look at my breasts some more? I see you can't take your eyes off them."
"If you want."
Harriet sat up, put up her hand and closed it over Nina's full breasts. She felt the smooth texture of the skin. She saw Nina's eyes close and she tweaked the nipple. The tip became hard.
She went to the other nipple, fingered it.
"You're getting me very hot," Nina said.
"What's wrong with that?"
"Tonight. The three of us."
"But I want to do something now," Harriet said eagerly. "You don't have to do anything for me. Honest. I'll do all the work."
"All right."
Nina lay back, raised one knee, and waited patient ly for Harriet to make love to her.
Harriet played with the full nipple-tipped breasts, rolled them around on Nina's breast, fingered the nipples, then bent her head and kissed the breasts and bit on the nipples.
Nine gasped as the wet mouth captured her nipples and held them prisoner with their tiny sharp teeth.
Harriet played with the smooth Ions thighs, cupped the feminine flesh while her fingers did all sort of thing to create electrizing sensations.
The doubt stimulation made Nina groan and her body twist sensually on the bed.
Harriet started moving her head. Her lips left the full throbbing breasts, rained kissed on the smooth belly and her tongue licked at the decorative navel. She moved away her fingers from Nina's thighs and started to use her hot searching mouth.
Nina stiffened at the invasion of the red hot flame and her limbs gripped Harriet's head and held it prisoner.
Harriet mouthed at the wet target, using her lips and her tongue, knowing just how to stimulate her partner. Her mouth worked hard at the throbbing sensitive flesh.
Nina's hips rotated quickly, her peak just around the corner. Her fingers dug Into Harriet's scalp. She groaned twice, cried out once, sharply, and she reached her peak.
She slowly relaxed.
"Was it good?" Harriet asked, out of breath.
"Yes."
"J loved doing it for you," Harriet confessed. "I'll take care of you tonight."
"It's going to be a memorable night," Harriet said. "You, me, and Bill."
"I hope we can get him to do things for us."
"Do you mean what I think you mean?" Nina grinned wickedly. "Yes. Exactly."
"Don't worry then. There'll be no trouble in getting him to do certain things."
"How do you know?"
"One of his conquests confessed everything to me her last night here. We had a couple of drinks in her cabin and she knew that I knew about her and Bill. So she told me everything, even to what he did for her. And to what she did for him. It was a spicy tale, indeed."
"Now I know we're going to have fun."
Harriet lent Nina a pair of shorts and a halter and Nina put them on.
They went out.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sheila Brown stepped out of her cabin. Every girl on the resort was wearing either halter and shorts or a bathing suit. She had put on a halter and shorts. She had just registered and was now seeking a spot where she could lay back under the sun and relax.
The tall, lanky girl walked down a path, saw a couple walking toward her. The woman was a good-looking doll with a full figure and jet black hair. She was wearing a swim suit.
The man had on trunks. He was tall, younger than the woman, with black hair and broad shoulders. He saw Sheila coming and boldly looked at her bouncing breasts under the halter.
What the hell! Sheila thought to herself. She had just arrived and already some man was giving her the once over. And he was with another woman. Men! They all thought about the same thing and nothing else.
She was running away from an oversexed husband and she was now face to face with a man who was probably just as oversexed. She brushed past him and he grinned at her. She ignored him and continued on the way. She heard the woman calling him Bill. Well, she had a few choice names for him. Maybe she would get the opportunity if he bothered her. Sheila hadn't come to this resort for any nonsense. At least, she didn't think so. She wanted to rest.
There was a nice expanse of short grass and people were sleeping about or talking in groups. She settled down on the grass, stretched out on her back and let the sun warm her skin.
Bill Cordon and Jane Mitchell were at the tennis courts. "How about a game?" Jane asked.
"I'd love to but I'm all tuckered out."
"You didn't swim that much."
"Oh, yes, I did. I was in the pool long before I saw you."
Jane was delighted with Bill and didn't want to let go. "Will we have dinner together?"
"Pd love it," Bill said, "but we'll have to put it off until tomorrow. I have a date for tonight."
"Oh?"
"It gets lonely here," Bill said. "And I asked the first girl I saw. If Pd known I'd be seeing you I would have waited. But we'll see each other tomorrow night. Okay?"
"Well, let's not make it definite," Jane said, deciding to play hard to get. "There are other men around. I may get a better offer."
"Oh, no, you don't I saw you first."
Jane laughed. "We'll see." She walked-off and Bill stood and admired the sway of her full buttocks.
He stepped onto the grass and stretched out. This summer was the best yet. The women were very plentiful.
Last night he had been with Gretchen Brendon. Tonight he was going to be with Nina Kulp. And tomorrow night he would make a try for Jane Mitchell.
And there were more women at the resort. He was seeking out the best looking ones. He could afford to be particular with all the pretty girls and women about.
The sun was nice and warm on his chest and thighs. He felt sleepy. He crossed his arms under his head.
Someone was blocking the sun. He looked up.
Jerry Tafford was standing by his side. Jerry was the social director and Harriet's supervisor.
"Oh, hello, Jerry," Bill said. "You're blocking the sun."
"Sorry." Jerry kneeled. Jerry knew all about Bill's prowess with the ladies. "I've got a live wire just up your alley," he said.
"What to you mean?"
"She arrived last night and I had her in my room an hour later. I thought she would kill me."
"Not tonight," Bill said. "And probably not tomorrow night."
"Okay. I don't think you can handle her anyway."
"You think not?"
"She's dynamite," Jerry said. "She wore me out."
"Who is she?"
"Her name is Phyllis Carey. She's a knockout. Blonde, full figure. About twenty-three or four-. She's single but she ain't looking for no husband."
"How do you know. A lot of them say that to throw you off guard."
"This dame just wants sex. Look, I'll introduce you. Or we'll make it a threesome. What do you say?"
Bill shook his head, no. "I'm busy tonight," he said. "I told you. And maybe tomorrow night too."
"What's wrong with the afternoon?"
"That's different," Bill said.
"Think you can save something for the afternoon?" Jerry grinned crookedly. "I'll try," Bill said dryly. "That's my boy."
"Now go away and let me sleep. I'm tired."
"Who are you going out with tonight?"
"You'll find out from the other staff members," Bill said. "So why should I tell you?"
Jerry stood up. "Okay, lover boy. See you at dinner?"
"I may be having dinner in town. Depends." Jerry grinned and walked away. Bill sighed. He stretched, turned over on his side and fell asleep.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It was Nina who broke the news when she and Harriet showed up. "Harriet is coming along," Nina said.
Bill almost made a face but thought better of it. There went all his plans. He had planned on seducing the lovely Nina and now Harriet wag along to art as rhaperone.
"We'll use my car," Harriet said.
"We'll have dinner in town, okay?" Nina said.
"Sure," Hill said, lifting his shoulders and letting them fall.
Both girls wore low-backed sun dresses. Even though it was evening, it was still hot.
They walked to the parking lot and climbed into Harriet's car. "Bill and I will stay in the back," Nina told Harriet, "and you can act as chauffeur."
"Okay by me." Harriet got behind the wheel. Nina and Bill climbed in back and Bill thought maybe he could get away with a few passes. Perhaps they could dump Harriet after they came back and he could still make out with Nina.
Harriet started the motor and the car shot out of the lot.
Nina cuddled close to Bill and he out his arm around her shoulders. Nina turned her head and they kissed.
Harriet watched them kiss through the rear view mirror. She wondered what else they would do in her car. She certainly didn't want her car messed up.
She headed for town.
Nina broke the kiss. "Do you know a good restaurant in town?" she asked Bill.
"I know several good restaurants. Do you prefer Chinese or Italian food?"
"How about some good old-fashioned American food?" Harriet said from the front of the car.
"There's a cafeteria in town," Bill said. "They have good food there. But I thought you girls would like to be served."
"I don't mind a cafeteria," Nina said. "Neither do I," Harriet put in. The moon was rising and the stars were out. Bill held Nina close and whispered in her ear: "Why drag Harriet along?"
Nina whispered back: "Why not?" Bill was stumped for an answer. They drove into town and Harriet parked on Main Street to Essex Avenue and turned in. The cafeteria was brightly lit.
They went in, picked up trays and utensils and got in line. Harriet took a hot roast beef plate with peas and carrots and baked beans; Nina ordered a turkey sandwich on rye with mashed potatoes and Bill settled for a cup of pea soup, short ribs of beef with cabbage and spinach.
They talked while they ate and Bill found Harriet to be stimulating. He had never said more than hello or good morning when he came in contact with the female staff of Rhoades Resort. It was his way of playing it safe. Guests came and went but the staff remained.
They finished eating and went searching for a movie.
They found a Jimmy Stewart movie in the Bijou and sat in the baleony where they were able to smoke. Bill and Nina necked. Nina wouldn't let Bill put his hand inside her dress but didn't mind his playing with her breasts on the outside of her dress.
Nina wanted to get him good and eager before she allowed him the full freedom of her ripe body. Besides, she wanted him to service Harriet as well as herself.
After the movie, they took a walk, Bill with his arm around Nina's waist. They kept up an animated conversation and then they decided to go back to the resort.
Harriet again took the wheel and Nina and Bill settled in the back.
Harriet fixed the rear view mirror so she could watch the action. Nina let Bill kiss her and nil his hand under her dress onto her thigh.
He tried to put his hand inside her dress .
She held his wrist.
"Don't be difficult," he said.
"Harriet will get jealous," she whispered.
"Why should she?"
"We're all in this together, so to speak."
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't you like Harriet?"
"Well ... yes."
"Okay then."
"But-"
"We'll all go to your cabin and we'll have fun."
"What do you mean, all? Just you and me."
"What about Harriet?"
He was exasperated. "Well, what about Harriet?"
"You're not going to leave her out of this, are you?" she wanted to know.
"How do you know she'll play along?"
"Oh, she will. She's human, isn't she? You think she's a robot or something? She's made of flesh and bone."
"But I never fool around with the staff members," he protested. "It's against my policy."
She laughed. "So change your policy."
He decided to take it lightly. "Well, I'll be making a great sacrifice but for your sake, I'll string along."
"My, my, how noble of you."
"Can I continue now with what I was doing?"
"Sure, Bill. Go ahead."
This time she let him put his hand down her dress. He felt her full breasts and squeezed her nipples gently. He heard her sighing and he was encouraged for further exploration.
He stroked her thighs and slipped his fingers up her panty leg to find her warm expectant moist flesh. He stroked her and she shivered. His fingers continued teasing and she groaned.
Harriet almost drove off the road.
"Keep it up," Nina moaned. "Don't stop. Oh, please don't stop. Oh, that's so good. Oh, I'm getting there. I'm getting there fast. Go, go, go. That's right. More. Faster. Go faster. Oh, my. Oh. OH. OH. Yes. Now. I feel it. Oh, I feel it now."
She shuddered and cried out.
Harriet licked her dry lips. She couldn't wait until they got back to the resort. She stepped on the gas.
"How about me?" Bill whispered to Nina. "Later."
"I'm hot. I'm very hot."
"I'll take care of you," Nina said. "We both will." She patted his cheek. "Just be a little patient, baby."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"Don't you have a cabin?" Nina asked as they approached the main building.
"No," Bill said. "I prefer a room."
"Maybe we should go up one at a lime?" Nina said.
Harriet nodded her head. "Nina is right."
He told them his room number and went up first. Nina waited a few minutes and followed. Harriet counted to a hundred and then followed Nina.
Bill found a bottle of rye and poured rye and water into paper cups. They sat on the bed and drank.
"It's hot in here," Nina said. "I think I'll make myself comfortable. I hope nobody object." She removed her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath. She sat down again, in her panties, delighted in the sensation she was creating. Both Harriet and Bill were staring at her full ripe breasts.
Bill had a transistor radio. He put it on and he and Harriet danced. He smelled the fragrance of her hair and for the first time was aware of her as a desirable woman. He held her unnecessarily close and she didn't seem to mind.
Nina stretched out on the bed, on her back, naked except for her panties.
They stopped dancing and Bill replenished their cups with rye and water.
Nina sat up her breasts swayed gracefully. Bill filled her cup and while she drank her rye and water he fondled her heavy breasts.
"Why don't you two take your clothes off so I won't feel self-concious?" Nina said. She finished her drink and stretched out again, one knee up in the air.
Harriet started undressing and Bill followed suit.
Harriet didn't stop at her panties. She took them off too and she was completely naked.
Bill was going to keep his shorts on but when he saw Harriet naked, he got rid of them too.
He and Harriet started dancing together again and Bill felt her small hard breasts spearing into his chest. Her nipples were tiny dots of flame against his hard chest.
His hand started to roam across her naked back and she moved in very closer, mashing her breasts against his chest.
He felt himself losing control and his pelvis was hardening against her thigh.
Harriet felt his hunger hard against her and she deliberatly rubbed her loins against him. She felt desire in her body and her breasts were heavy with passion. Her nipples were very hard and throbbing.
They stopped dancing and they kissed. His hands went down to her buttocks and cupped them. He rubbed himself against her sensually.
Nina watched them with interest. "Maybe you two should use the bed first? I can wait."
Bill looked at Harriet and she nodded her head.
Nina got off the bed, removed her panties and sat down on an easy chair.
Bill and Harriet got into bed and they came together in the center, their arms around each other, their mouths pressed tightly together.
They rolled about and Bill's hands felt her buttocks. Then he lowered his head after they broke the kiss and he started nibbling on her nipples. She held his head close to her bosom.
Harriet started pushing against his head and Bill descended lower, down to her belly and he dipped into her navel with his mouth and she moaned at the sweet sensation.
Harriet's thighs were moving about, grinding together. Bill went down further and he kissed the smoothness of her limbs. His head was active. He licked at the tender flesh of her limbs and then up the length of the limb to the core of her passion.
She pulled his head tight against her and felt his hot hard tongue as it became a shocking invades. Her body moved against his body. Her hips rotated wildly. Her eyes closed as she felt sensation after sensation invade her hot white body.
Bill kept on torturing the tender pouting flesh. His teeth, lips, tongue all combined to give her maximum enjoyment.
Harriet reached her peak again and again and finally pushed him away. "I can't take any more," she moaned.
"I was just getting started," he said.
Nina was on her feet. "Get off the bed," she told Harriet. "It's my turn now."
"How about me?" Bill said. "Don't I count?"
"Later," Nina said.
Harriet got off the bed and Nina took her place.
But Nina didn't stretch out on her bark. Instead she flopped on her belly, showing Bill her back and buttocks.
Bill played with her smooth back and her buttocks, moved over her and kissed her hack. His mouth made wet circles on her back.
"Lower," Nina commanded.
Bill moved downward, leaving a trail of kisses down her hark. He teased her pouting buttocks and she said something to him. He hesitated. She said it again. He looked at Harriet.
Harriet was sitting in the chair. She licked her lips. "Don't mind me," she said. "I might want it too."
"Will you do it for me?" he wanted to know. Harriet nodded her head, yes. "I'll do anything for you."
Bill pried apart Nina's limbs and then went all the way. tormenting her, punishing her with his mouth and lips.
Nina raised her head and cried out.
Bill kept working his tongue in all directions.
Harriet watched with baited breath. She was hot again. She wished she had thought of that.
Well, it wasn't too late, she told herself. It was going to be a long night.
Nina felt the wet hot spear as it really did its job and she groaned. This was wonderful. She had never felt anything like this before. She knew she would be shuddering soon.
She suddenly turned over, her limbs well apart.
Bill dipped his head and his mouth was fastened to the desired girl. His tongue lanced, and she cried out in ecstasy.
Her fingers closed over his ears and she pushed against his face and she cried out again as her peak was reached. She kept his head tight against her and she had another sensation that rocked her with a fury she had never experienced before.
She finally let him go.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Harriet approached the bed and Nina got off and made her way weakly to the chair. Harriet lay on her belly, presenting Bill with her buttocks. "You know what I want," she mumbled into the pillow.
Bill lowered his head and serviced her the way he had Nina, Harriet felt her limbs being splayed apart and the slippery lance invade her body. She felt the exquisite wetness, the hard lance, the substance, darting in and out. She had never known such ecstasy. She moaned and her teeth clenched part of the pillow to keep from screaming out.
Bill finally stopped and then moved over her. hugging her very tightly.
Harriet realized what he was going to do and tried to turn over but his body held her down. He was ruthless and very cruel. Harriet howled in pain.
Bill didn't relent from his purpose. He had to go all the way and his breath came in tortured gasps. He was so heated up from both girls and now he was finally seeking his own release.
His hands closed over her breasts and her nipples stabbed his palms. He kept on working, his hands under her body, holding her mounds. He licked her shoulder blades and Harriet finally began to respond.
She wriggled her hips and this added to his pleasure.
He hurt her time after time. Then he stiffened and he knew his insides were exploding. He cried out and his lust erupted.
Harriet felt the respond in her body and felt him relax over her. When he had rolled away, she got up and went into the bathroom.
"Finally getting yours, huh?" Nina said.
"Isn't it about time?" he said.
She licked her lips. "Yeah. It is about time. You rest up a bit and we'll really make it up to you."
Harriet came back and they finished up the rye.
"I think I have a pint of brandy in my room," Harriet said. "Shall I get it?"
"I'm not interested in another drink," Bill said frankly.
Nina laughed. "Neither am I." Harriet shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever you say."
Nina stood close to Harriet and started to fondle her breasts. "While Bill is recuperating, why don't we have some fun by ourselves?"
Harriet glanced at Bill. She didn't want Bill to know that she was inclined towards girls.
Bill looked at them and shrugged his shoulders. "You want the bed? It'll be easier for you. This bed isn't so big where three people can have fun in it."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Nina said. "We'll find out later for sure."
Bill got out of bed and Harriet and Nina climbed in.
Nina pushed Harriet back so that Harriet was flat on her bark. Nina took hold of the small hard breast-while her own heavy breasts brushed against Harriet's stomach. Nina molded the breasts until the nipples were hard and throbbing and then she lowered her head and kissed the breasts and licked at the pink tips.
Harriet moaned at the intimacy of Nina's lips. She tossed fitfully as sensual excitement took hold of her and held her in a throbbing hard vise.
Nina's head explored and soon she was caressing Harriet's long white thighs. Then were no limits to what this gay girls was going to do.
The excitement of Nina's mouth was making Harriet writhe with uncontrollable joy.
Bill watched the two girls with interest. He wondered how he could join them in that bed. Nina said it was possible. He hoped she was right. He felt lust stir in his veins.
Nina continued to deveur her plaything and her fingers cupped Harriet's buttocks. She worked with determination.
Harriet's body jerked rrazily a few times and then she relaxed with a sigh.
Bill was up and walking towards the bed, his vigor restored. "I have an idea," he said.
He climbed into bed and told them what he wanted. The girls agreed quickly and he got in the center of the bed, flat on his back.
Nina started at his feet and Harriet started at his chest. Nina kissed the soles of his feet and then up his ankles up his legs, up his thighs. Harriet teased his flat nipples and down his belly.
It was Nina who reached him there first.
Her lips lightly brushed him there and the response of his body was terrific. Her tongue came out and lightly caressed him and he groaned. Then her mouth captured him and her head bobbed up and down.
Harriet watched for a few minutes, then ran up his body to his chest. She put her mouth on each of his nipples, kissing the pebbles and moving her tongue around them. She bit them softly at first, then harder.
Harriet's mouth on his nipples and Nina's mouth on him, too. It was too much for BUI. It Mould have been too much for any man. He cried out sharply and his hips moved rapidly and he let loose the passion that had been building within him.
Nina ran into the bathroom and Harriet lay down beside him. He played with her breasts and found the nipples hard like diamonds.
"You anxious?" he asked.
She nodded her head, yes.
"Sit on my chest," he told her.
She eagerly moved upward, straddled his chest and he lifted his head and he discovered the core of her secret being. He caressed her with increasing passion. He had thought that his body was moribund but il wasn't so. As he tortured her flesh with his lips, he felt his own body rekindling itself.
There was movement and Nina was on the bed, watching the show.
Then Nina moved her head downward and Bill felt her mouth once again. He dug his face deeper and tortured Harriet, using tongue, lips and teeth.
Harriet's breasts swayed as her body moved jerkily. She groaned and then she erupted in violent throes.
Harriet rolled away and Nina stopped teasing him even though it was too evident that he had responded to the wanton stimulation. His ardor was throbbing with passion.
"Turn over," Nina told him.
He turned over gladly.
Nina started to play with his buttocks.
"Let me take over," Harriet said.
Nina moved away and Harriet took her place. She began to do things to his buttocks, using every bit of feminine device known. Then she plunged and he moaned.
Harriet did this for a very long time and then she made him turn around and she teased him for a while, then bent her head and tortured him further. Her head bobbed up and down and Bill moved his hips sensually. He gasped as her teeth surrounded him and he shuddered with a roar. He cried out sharply as his body twisted violently. He relaxed finally, completely done in.
Nina left first when it started to get light. She told Harriet she would meet her for lunch in the dining room. She was positive she would he fast asleep at breakfast time.
"I had a wonderful time," Harriet told him after Nina left.
"So did I. You girls were swell."
"You really didn't want me along, did you?"
"It's not you, understand. It's just that I never fool around with the female staff."
"There's no reason why we can't get together again, is there?" Harriet wanted to know.
He looked at her and gripped her knee. "I like you, Harriet. Believe me. But you wouldn't want me as a steady lover. I'd grow on you like a weed. We had our fling and that's it."
"You want to sample all the women in the world, is that it?"
"Somehting like that," he said honestly.
"You have to settle down sometime," she pointed out.
"Don't tell me you're the marrying kintl?" he said, a little alarmed. "Are you thinking of me as a potential husband?"
"Of course not," she lied.
"Men are no good," he said.
"You don't have to convince me," she said.
"Listen, it's getting late and I want to get some sleep."
"Late? It's almost morning."
"Aren't you sleepy?"
"No. I feel stimulated when I'm near you."
"I feel stimulated to. When I'm near any woman."
"Want to make it again," She whispered. "I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"I can go just so far," he pointed out. "Do you want to wreck me? I'm only human."
"All right." She pressed her lips against his. "It has been nice."
He kissed her back. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world."
"But we must get together again."
"If it means that much to you...."
"It does," she said. "Only without Nina."
"Okay," he laughed. "Without Nina." He walked with her to the door after she dressed. They kissed again and she slipped out. He went back to bed and fell asleep.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Jerry Tafford joined Bill at lunch. "I was looking for you during breakfast but I couldn't find you," he said.
A waiter came over and they ordered.
"Too sleepy to come down for breakfast," Bill said.
"You still look like you haven't awakened.'"
"I feel all in."
"That Harriet keep you awake all night?" Bill looked at Jerry.
"One of the cooks saw you and Harriet and one of the female guests head for town last night," Jerry said. "So I guess you made it with Harriet. Or maybe both."
"I ain't talking," Bill said.
"All right; don't talk. Look, I have that dame lined up."
Bill squinted. "What dame?"
"Phyllis Carey."
"Oh, yeah. I remember now."
"I'm glad you do. What a relief. Say, how knocked out are you?"
"I'll be all right in a couple of hours," The waiter returned with their food.
They ate.
"Is it okay for this afternoon?" Jerry asked. "I don't think so."
Jerry was exasperated. "Okay then. How about tonight?"
"I think I have a date for tonight."
"You mean Sheia Brown? Some shape. I saw her after breakfast at the pool. What a figure!"
"No, not her. Janet Mitchell." Jerry nodded his head in approval. "Now you're really cooking. I saw her with you yesterday. She looks good in a bathing suit too. Nice big bosoms."
"I have to see her," Bill said. "I may have a date with her tonight and I may not. I don't think there's anything definite."
"I don't know how you do it, Bill."
"Clean living."
"Yeah, I'll bet."
"Don't believe me," Bill said. "See if I care."
"You're in a good mood."
"Listen, I'm glad I can get this food down."
"Does too much sex do that to you?"
"I think it was the rye and water."
"Oh, sure." Jerry sounded skeptical. And was. "You're the social director," Bill said. "What's doing tonight?"
"A dance."
"How jolly."
"We had a show last night," Jery said. "I didn't tell you to go to town with my assistant social director."
"Tell me about Harriet."
"What's there to tell?"
"I'm curious about the girl."
Jerry picked up a piece of chocolate layer cake and bit out a hunk. He washed it down with hot coffee. Now why would Bill Gordon want to know about Harriet Jenkins? As far as Jerry was concerned, Bill had had Harriet in bed. So why ask him what Harriet was like. It didn't make sense to Jerry.
"Are you going to talk?" Bill asked, picking up a butter knife. "Or must I plunge this dagger through your moth-eaten old heart?"
"Okay," Jerry laughed. "I'll talk. Just don't stab me. You'll ruin my thirty dollar suit."
Bill picked up his coffee. "Now tell me all about the fair Harriet. Everything you know."
"Well, I don't know everything. How could I? This is her second season with the resort. She's twenty-six and very charming and very good-natured. I think there's a brother floating around somewhere in Ohio. I think he's her only blood relative. She's never been married. And-Well, I don't know if you want to hear this."
"I do," Bill said. "Now spill it."
"I think she goes for girls."
Bill bit his lip. He remembered Harriet's act with Nina. "What makes you say that?"
"She was carrying on with Jean Harper? You remember her? She was the dietician. She left for a better-paying job in, Philadelphia. They were that way about each other. Only a few of us caught on because they managed to keep it from most of the staff."
"You think she doesn't like men?"
"I didn't say that. And we both know better, after last night, don't we?"
Bill grinned. "You know too much, see too much, and hear too much. Oh, hell. So what if she does indulge once in a while with another female? Maybe the poor kid is lonely. Maybe she couldn't help it."
"Sure she is!" Jerry exclaimed. "I didn't condemn her."
"I know you didn't."
"What she does is her business."
Bill finished his coffee. "Want to take a walk?"
"Pm curious," Jerry said. "You think maybe you can satisfy my curiosity?"
"I'll try."
"Why this interest in Harriet?" Bill stared at Jerry. "I'll tell you the truth. I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"I don't. Honest. I-I just wanted to know about her. Don't ask me why. I can't figure it out myself."
"Well, I'll be hanged. I can see it but you can't." BilP frowned. "See what?"
"You're falling for the girl."
"You're crazy."
"Sure, you are. I can see it. But you can't. You're blind as a bat. Bill, you're a character."
Bill tried to check his temper. "You don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, don't I?"
"You're talking through your hat."
"I'm not wearing a hat, wise guy."
"Jerry, you're talking foolish. If I was interested in Harriet, would I be fooling around so much with other women?"
"All right, wise guy. You turned down this babe I have lined up, right? That proves you've lost interest in other women."
"That's crazy talk," Bill snapped. "I'm just tired."
"Oh, sure."
"And besides, I didn't turn her down."
"Then it's definite for this evening?"
"Okay," Bill said. "Don't chicken out."
"Who, me?"
"I don't mean my Uncle Jack."
"Just tell me when and where."
"About seven. Her cabin."
"Okay."
They got up and took a walk around the grounds.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Nina and Harriet had lunch together and then went for a swim. They were both good swimmers.
After a while, they found beach chairs and leaned back, smoking cigarettes.
"Have you got a vice besides liking girls?" Nina asked in a low voice so that the other guests nearby couldn't hear.
"I like men," Harriet giggled.
"That's no vice."
"I drink a little and smoke a lot."
"You're tame."
"I guess so."
"Listen, how did you enjoy that big hunk of handsome male last night?"
"Do you have to ask?"
"You really go for him, don't you?"
"I guess I do. First I kept denying it. I just said I liked to look at him because he's tall and handsome and what girl doesn't like to look at tall and handsome men? But it's more than that. I realized that for sure last night."
"What are you going to do about it?"
"What can I do?"
"Claim him."
"He's not a race horse. This is no claiming race."
"You know why he comes up here don't you?"
"Sure," Harriet said, spewing out smoke. "He's girl crazy. He picks out lonely widows and wives and goes to work on them. He's charming and they fall for him."
"Even if you get him to marry you there's no guarantee he'll stop chasing other women," Nina said.
"He won't have any reason to chase other women," Harriet said. "I'll just do whatever he wants in bed. I don't care. I'll keep him happy and contented."
"You're a sap."
"Why?"
"He'll want fresh stuff after a while no matter what you do for him," Nina said wisely.
"Then it'll be my headache," Harriet said, tossing away her cigarette. "I still want him."
"Well, good luck to you."
Bill and Jerry parted near the tennis courts and Jerry walked to Phyllis Carey's cabin. He knocked and she called out for him to enter. Jerry walked in.
Phyllis was half lying on the bed, reading a magazine. She was in halter and shorts. Her face broke into a smile when she saw Jerry. "Hi," she said.
Her breasts were almost out of the halter. She didn't bother fixing the halter.
"Remember I was telling you about this guest, Bill Gordon?" Jerry said, stepping closer to the bed. He eyed her beautiful breasts and wished he had the powers of Bill Gordon.
"Yeah, I remember," she said.
"Well, it's this evening. The three of us. I'll bring a bottle."
"Sure," she said delighted.
"I told him we'll meet in your cabin."
"That's okay, honey."
He started to turn.
"Wait a minute," she said, disappointed. She started to get out of bed. "Where are you going?"
"I'm the social director, remember? I have things to attend to. I'll see you this evening."
Sin was out of bed. One strap from her halter had slipped and one breast was nude, the nipple an unwinking pink eye. "Don't be in such a hurry. You've got lots of time."
He looked at her naked breast and licked his lips. He was honest with her. "If I stick around then I know I won't make it this evening. You take everything out of a guy."
She laughed. "I'll bet you make it this evening."
"Sure. If I leave right now."
"But I don't want you to leave right now," she pouted. "I came up here for some fun and games. You're the social director. You're supposed to supply the fun and games."
"I'll supply everything this evening."
"How about a sample right now?"
"No samples."
She was visibly disappointed. "Listen, Jerry, I can't help the way I am. If you can't, you can't. But I don't want to wait for this evening. You must have other male guests who like women?"
"I don't know. We don't have many singles staying with us right now. You know how the married men are. They're afraid their wives will catch them."
Using different tactics, she reached behind her, unhooked the halter and drew it off. Now both breasts were naked. "Look, Jerry. Nice, huh? They're all yours. Just stay awhile. You can touch them and kiss them. See how pink the nipple are? How can you resist these treasures? They're nice and full and big."
Jerry licked his lips. "You're making it hard for me," he said huskily.
She giggled. "That's what I want: to make it hard for you."
The double meaning wasn't lost on Jerry. "I'll be a dud this evening if I linger here with you. I know it. I just know it."
"That's nonsense," she said.
"No, it isn't. You were too much for me yesterday. You'll knock me out again this evening. I'd rather make love in the evening than in the afternoon. If I can wait, why can't you?"
"Because I'm too hot," she wailed.
"I'll bet you're always willing."
She nodded her head, yes. "You're so right." She slowly drew down her shorts.
Jerry stared, hynotized.
Her navel appeared and soon the whole area, and her curvy hips. The shorts were down to her ankles and she stepped out of them. "Now lake a good look, Jerry. You can see all of me now. I don't have a stitch on. Don't you want to pick me up and carry me to bed? Don't you want to play with my breasts and hips and thighs and then kiss me all over?"
Jerry noded his head. "Yes. I want to do all that. And I! will. But not now. This evening."
"Jerry, don't be like that."
"I'm sorry, Phyllis. I can't help it. I'll see you this evening."
"But look at me," she begged. "Look at these breasts and thighs. Don't you want me now? Bight now?"
Jerry gulped. "Damn right I do. But I'm saving it for this evening. Sorry, Phyllis." He started to back up to the door.
She followed him with her naked hot body. "Don't be a sap, Jerry. You can have me now and then later."
Jerry fumbled for the door knob. "This is the hardest thing I ever had to do," he admitted. "Turning you down like this. But I'm doing it. So long, Phyllis."
"Jerry, don't go."
He had the door open and was walking out. "Jerry, no," she wailed. He was outside. He closed the door. "Oh, you louse," she cried. Frustrated, she went back to bed.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Sheila Brown was restless. The only man who seemed to take an interest in her was definitely a sex fiend. Of course, she could have been exaggerating. But he was with another woman and looking at her like he could eat her up.
Most of the men at the resort were married. They stayed close to their wives, which was most unfortunate.
Sheila wouldn't have minded a little romance. But she didn't want to mix it up with that male guest called Bill Gordon. She was running away from a sex crazy husband. She had no intention of sailing into the arms of another sex crazy individual.
But she was restless and she recognized the symptoms.
She needed a man. Plain and simple. Some sex. Man wanted.
She wanted some conventional sex with a man who would take care of her needs. She didn't want someone who could keep after her day and night without giving her any rest.
She would have sworn that she had enough sex to last her for the rest of her life. Well, obviously, she was wrong. She needed sex and she needed it fast. She knew the needs of her own body.
The only really interesting male on the premises was the one who had looked through her clothes and was probably girl crazy. Bill Gordon. She certainly wasn't going to bed with that one.
She would scout around for a better look at the available males. There had to be someone who was a decent sort.
She put on shorts and halter after taking a cool shower and sauntered out of her cabin.
Under an oak tree, sitting under a bench, reading a magazine was the woman who had been walking with Bill Gordon.
She was also in halter and shorts.
The tall, lank girl walked past the. bench when the woman looked up at her. "Hello," she said.
Sheila turned. "How do you do?"
"You're new here, aren't you?"
"Well, yes."
"So am I. There are not too many singles staying here."
"You mean not too many single men," Sheila said.
Now that the ice was broken, Sheila sat down on the bench.
"Yes, I guess you're right. My name is Jane Mitchell."
"Sheila Brown."
"Married?"
"Why, yes."
"Me too."
"You're here alone?"
"Very much alone," Jane said. "You sound like you don't like it."
"I don't it. It's a long story and I'm sure you'll be burdened."
"I love long stories."
Jane hesitated.
"If it's that intimate," Sheila said, "maybe you'd better not tell me."
Jane took a deep breath. "My husband has a mistress."
"Oh."
"He sent me away so he could be with her. He thinks I'm stupid and don't know anything."
"I wish my husband had a mistress," Sheila sighed. Seeing the puzzled expression on Jane's face, she continued: "He's sex crazy. After me all the time. I just couldn't stand it any more. So I left him. I mean, how much can a girl take?"
"It's funny," Jane said.
"What is?"
"You get too much and I don't get enough." Sheila grinned. "I suppose it is funny in a way."
"There are some interesting males around if you look hard enough. I met one who's an absolute doll."
"Are you talking about someone named Bill Gordon?"
"I am."
"He strips you naked with his eyes," Sheila complained.
Jane laughed. "That's Bill, all right. We have a date for tonight. I think. He does have women on the brain. Well, look how handsome he is. And he does have plenty of charm."
"That's one man I'm staying away from."
"Why?"
"One sex fiend after another? No, thank you."
"Bill couldn't be that bad."
Sheila stroked her chin. "Have you and he ever ... well...."
"I haven't had a chance," Jane said boldly. "Perhaps tonight." There was a twinkle in her eye. "Why? Are you interested?"
Sheila shrugged her shoulders. "I hate to be toppled over by a man that fast but-" She hesitated.
"What is it?"
"I'm only human."
Jane nodded her head wisely. "You need it, huh?"
Sheila lowered her voice. "I can't help it."
"Look, we're in the same boat. Why don't we stick together."
"What do you mean?"
"We both need the same thing. What the hell? Bill Gordon is looking to use us. Why don't we use him?"
"I see what you mean."
"He'll be our stud," Jane giggled.
"The three of us, huh?"
"Unless you're shy about such things?"
"I know what life's all about," Sheila said.
"Well, what do you say?"
"If it was any other man-"
"Don't be silly. Bill Gordon was made to order for us."
"What if he isn't considerate? You know what I mean. What if he uses us and doesn't give us a break? You know, leaves us high and dry."
Jane shook her head. "He'll do things for us." She looked at Sheila searchingly. "You kno what I mean?"
Sheila licked her lips. "I think I do."
"Well?"
Sheila nodded her head. "Okay. Say, I'm getting excited just thinking about it."
"We'll tackle him tonight."
"Where?"
""In my cabin. He has a room in the main building. It'll be better if we use my cabin."
"I'm with you, pal."
Jane patted Sheila's knee. "Swell. It's all set."
"Do you play tennis?"
"I'm fair at it."
"How about joining me in a game?"
"Okay. It'll give us something to do." They got up and walked towards the tennis courts.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Jerry Tafford and Bill Cordon drove into town, purchased two bottles of scotch, and drove back.
The moon was rising and the sky was clear and dark and studded with diamond-like stars.
"It's beautiful up here," Bill said.
"It is. Nice and romantic."
"Ever been in Texas?"
"Can't say that I have."
"A million stars when you're on the desert looking up. Nothing like it anywhere."
"You travel a lot, don't you?" Jerry asked.
"Not as much as I used to."
"Where else have you been besides Texas?" Jerry asked.
"Most of the states," Bill said. He rattled them off. "And I was in Europe," he added. "Saw Italy and Germany. Stayed away from France. Not like it was, I heard."
"Been to England?"
"No, I missed England."
"I have relatives in Liverpool. They love it there."
"You been to Europe?" Bill asked.
"Nope. Never been anyplace."
"Well, you're going yet. You'll get your chance to travel if you really want to."
They came to the resort and Jerry parked the car.
They walked to Phyllis Carey's cabin and Jerry knocked. Phyllis, still in halter and shorts, let them in.
She looked BUI up and down slowly and liked what she saw. He was one of the handsomest men she'd ever seen.
"Get the glasses," Bill said, helping Jerry with the bottles.
She rinsed out three glasses in the bathroom and brought them into the bedroom. Bill filled the glasses.
"Do we drink a toast?" Phyllis asked.
She noticed Bill staring hungrily at her body and was pleased.
"To us," Jerry said.
They drank.
Bill replenished the glasses.
"How about some music?" Jerry said. "Where's the record player, Phyllis?"
"In the closet."
Jerry brought out the record player and inserted a record. The music was low and full of blues. Jerry took Phyllis in his arms and they started to dance.
Bill poured more scotch into his glass and watched them from the sidelines.
Phyllis had a nice full figure. She looked to Bill like she was in the early twenties. Her blonde hair was a niagara across her shoulders.
The room was air-conditioned but Jerry was sweating. The proximity of her body was doing crazy and wonderful things to him.
The record stopped and Bill found a hot jazzy record and put it on. Phyllis backed away from Jerry and started dancing by herself. They watched her as she wriggled her hips and made her breasts bounce under the halter. Her thighs gleamed as she danced.
"Let's see what you look like," Bill urged.
Still dancing, Phyllis unhooked the halter and let it fall to the floor. Her bare breasts were full with pink nipples. They were smoothfleshed hillocks, big, rounded. There was no droop to them. They bounced gently as she danced.
"Let's see more," Jerry said, getting into the spirit of things.
Phyllis tugged down her shorts and they fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them, danced towards the bed and the record ended. She toppled over onto the bed and waited impatiently.
Jerry stopped the record player as Bill approached the bed.
"That's right, baby," Phyllis said from the bed. "Come to me. I can't wait."
Bil undressed swiftly and climbed into bed.
Jerry started undressing as Bill took her in his arms.
Bill's hands closed over her big breasts and his mouth met hers. They deep kissed. Phyllis rubbed her midsection against him.
Soon she was urging Bill to kiss her breasts.
He lowered his head and bit down on a nipple. His hand went to the softness of her womanhood and caressed her with probing eager fingers. Her limbs closed over him and held him prisoner.
He bit gently around her nipple and she sighed.
She ran her hand down his chest, down his belly to the potency of his body. Her fingers gripped him like bands of steel. She felt the throb of his response.
Her other hand pushed and he went eagerly. His mouth ran down her chest to her soft white belly and kissed the navel. Her hand was forced to let go of him. She made up for it by squeezing his nipples.
Her limbs spread and he kissed the softness of her. He ran his mouth over the soft body and knew where to stop.
She groaned at the invasion.
Her hips rotated on the bed. Her hips danced wildly in the air. She murmured something which he couldn't hear.
Jerry stood by the bed, naked, and watched the action. His body was tingling with desire.
Bill was greedy as discovered all the secret nooks and crevices of her fleshly charms.
She suddenly cried out sharply and reached her peak.
He moved over her and took her with strength and force.
As he took her heated body she felt desire rise anew. Her hips took up the thrusting motion as he moved with ardent desire.
He moved frantically with ever-increasing speed while she tossed crazily. Her arms were tight around his waist.
They liolh reached their peaks at the same time.
He rolled away and Jerry got into bed.
Bill moved to the side but there still wasn't enough room; he got off the bed and sank into a chair.
Jerry moved upward, his hands clutching the headboard.
Phyllis knew what he wanted. She reached out, played with him, brought him to a fever pitch. She clutched him, her fingers squeezing, hurting him so that he cried out in pain. Yet he didn't tell her to let go. In fact, he wanted more.
Her fingers squeezed him until he thought he would faint from the pain. Then her mouth got into the act.
Jerry felt the licking flame of her wet tongue. It sent shivers through his tortured body. He groaned and the knuckled on the headboard whitened as he clutched with desperation at the support.
Phyllis reached around him with one hand, found his buttocks and her fingers ran up and down. Her teeth bit gently and he moaned. She bit, licked, nibbled, and Jerry's body twisted violently. His hips moved back and forth frantically. Every nerve end in his body tingled.
Phyllis' head bobbed up and down and then Jerry groaned as the force within him erupted.
Phyllis patted his thigh and got off the bed.
Jerry sank down, his body washed out, like a limp doll.
He looked at Bill. "Marveous, isn't she?"
Bill nodded his head. "Just marvelous."
Phyllis came back "Who's next?"
Jerry got off the bed and Bill took his place. They kissed while Jerry watched from the chair.
"Jerry told me all about you," Phyllis said, running her hand across Bill's chest.
"You don't believe everything you hear, do you?"
"In this case, I'm inclined to believe Jerry." Bill grinned down at her. "I've heard about you too."
She licked her lips. "We're two of a kind, it seems."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing," she said. "Absolutely nothing."
He took her in his arms, kissed her again. He fondled her breasts. Her nipples were already hard.
"I like everything," she said. "So do I."
She handled his body roughly the way a man would. She pinched his nipples, kissed them, licked them, and bit them. Then she went down the length of his body, past the point of no return.
She stroked his thighs and then rest of him. She bent her head and kissed him. Her kisses ran up and down his length.
Bill groaned at the sweet touches of her lips. His body was a shivering mass of energy. Phyllis was indeed dynamite. She knew all the tricks and didn't mind using them.
When he felt he was ready to climb all the way he tapped her shoulder. She kept on doing what she was doing.
He grunted and released the passion within him.
He slowly relaxed and she ran to the bathroom.
Bill stretched out, his body at rest.
"What did I tell you?" Jerry said.
"Yeah," was all Bill could say.
"She could go on and on," Jerry said. "Like a damn machine. On and on without stopping."
Phyllis came back. She hopped into bed. She stroked Bill's chest. "You're wonderful," she said. "I want you to stay all night."
"I'm afraid I can't," Bill said.
She pouted. "Why not?"
"I have another engagement," was Bill's explanation.
"Well, while you're here we're going to have as much fun as possible. Okay?"
"Okay," Bill said, stretching out. "Now make love to me."
CHAPTER TWENTY
They finished making love and immediately afterwards Phyllis wanted more. Bill couldn't believe his ears. "Don't you want to rest up a bit?" he asked.
"What for?"
"We have to restore, our batteries," he explained. "Not me. Maybe you."
He shrugged his shoulders. "Just hold your horses. Listen, kid, Rome wasn't built in a day."
"I wasn't the contractor," she said.
"See what I mean?" Jerry said.
"Besides," Bill said, "I think it's Jerry's turn."
"Let me sit this one out," Jerry urged. "I'm tired old man, waiting to be pensioned off."
"I hope I didn't end up with two duds," Phyllis said angrily.
"How can you say a thing like that?" Bill asked.
"We're not supermen," Jerry put in.
Phyllis looked at Bill. "There are ways and there are ways."
Bill pushed her down and she stretched out on the bed. He took her breasts in his hands and molded them.
"That's nice," she murmured.
"Thai's nice," she murmured.
He moved her breasts about on her chest. She closed her eyes and her mouth was partly opened, her lips pulled back to show her small pearly teeth.
Bill lowered his head and kissed the rounded mounds.
She was caught up in a web of sensation. Her head tossed about, her neck muscles corded. She was breathing faster.
He licked at the satiny texture of her beautiful breasts. He was crouching by her side, his mouth on her breasts and one hand exploring the whiteness of her body. He stroked her thighs as they moved about in her passion.
She shivered as his lips went down to her soft belly and his tongue entered her navel. He cupped her flesh and she moaned as a finger or two tortured her senses.
She was eager for anything. They both knew what he was going to do. He kept playing with her things and his head went back up to her erect nipples and his tongue lashed out at them.
Her body twisted like a white snake on the bed.
She raked at his back with her fingernails. "Bit them," she commanded. "Bite them." He bit her nipples gently.
"Harder," she moaned. "Harder."
He bit them harder.
Her body tossed wildly on the bed. She started to push his head downward. He explored the length of her, down to her belly and again he visited her navel. Her moans were loader.
He was at her writhing things. He kissed the flesh of the moist limbs and continued torturing the whimpering girl.
"Oh, I can't stand it," she moaned. "You know what I want. Now. I want it now!"
"Love me good," she cried. "Love me good."
His thrusting found sensitive spots and she reared up, her loins pushing upward. She cried out sharply and her peak was reached.
Jerry took a deep breath as they separated on the lied. He got up and started getting into his clothes.
"What are you doing?" Phyllis asked. "Leaving," Jerry said.
"That's a good idea," Bill said, getting off the bed.
"Oh, no," she wailed. "We haven't even started."
"What?" Bill exclaimed. "We haven't even started? Is that what you just said?"
"You two act like you're old before your time," she complained.
"Maybe we are," Bill said "I'll tell you something. I never met anyone like you before. I hope I never do again."
"Well, I like that," Phyllis said, watching them dress.
"I'm going to bed," Jerry said, "and sleep for a year."
"Same here," Bill said. "Two washouts," Phyllis said.
"You ain't human," Bill told her. He put on his socks. "You're a machine. A sex machine."
"You fellows can come back later, can't you?" she asked in desperation.
Bill shook his head, no.
"Maybe a week from now," Jerry said.
They went to the door and walked out.
Phyllis hit the pillow in frustration and anger.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Bill Gordon was fast asleep when there was a knock on his door. Me got off the bed, in his shorts, and went to the door. He opened it a crack. Jane Mitchell was outside.
"Remember me?" she said. There was a bright smile on her face.
"Oh, yes. We had a date. Look, I'll meet you in an hour."
"Don't be silly. We're coming in?"
"We?"
Jane smiled. "Yes. I have a friend."
"Wait until I get dressed."
"Ho hum. Don't be shy. Let us in."
Hill shrugged his shoulders. "Okay." He stepped aside and they walked in.
To his surprise, the girl with Jane was the one he had given the once over yesterday, the one who had ignored him.
Bill shut the door and faced them. He looked down and saw that his shorts were gaping.
The girls seemed amused at his discomfiture.
Jane introduced him to Sheila Brown.
"If you wait a minute I'll get dressed," he said. "Maybe we can have dinner together."
"Are you kidding?" Jane said. "Do you know what time it is?"
He looked at his watch. It was almost midnight.
"I must have been sleeping like a dead man," he said.
"Why don't you go back to bed?" Jane suggested. "We'll find things to do."
"What things?" he asked, puzzled.
"Why beat around the bus?" Sheila said. "We are out to have a good time. Only in Jane's cabin, not here."
"I'm too beat to think about having a good time," he said, somewhat amazed at their boldness. "This is as good a place as any," Jane said. Sheila shrugged her shoulders. "Okay by me."
"Well, it's not okay by me, he said indignantly. "What the hell is this anyway? Have you girls been drinking?"
"No," Sheila said. "But it's a good idea."
"Listen, Bill," Jane said. "We know you're a lady killer. So okay. Instead of you pursuing us; we're pursuing you. What's wrong with that?"
"Everything," he grumbled.
"Most men would be grateful," Jane said.
"I'm not most men," Bill said.
"Are we going to stand here all night arguing?" Sheila wanted to know. "This so-called he-man must be a dud."
"Oh, a dud, am I?" Bill said, mad as anything. "Just because I don't want to fool around means I'm a dud, huh? Say, where did you go to school? They certainly didn't leach you how to reason."
"Let's not fight among ourselves," Jane pleaded.
"Yeah," Sheila said. "We didn't come here to fight."
"Look, I'm going to bed," Bill announced. "I don't care what you girls do." He crawled into bed, turned on his side and closed his eyes. He M'aited for the door to open and close, to announce their departure. But the door didn't open because the girls didn't leave.
They looked at each other and slowly nodded their heads. They undressed swiftly and advanced towards the bed.
Jane crawled into bed, in back of Bill and started running her fingers up and down his spine.
"Will you stop that?" he cried, turning over to admonish her. To his surprise he saw both girls were naked.
"Why don't you relax and take things as they are?" Sheila asked, getting on the other side of the bed.
Bill was exasperated. "But this is ridiculous," he pointed out. "Why don't you girls go hack to your own cabins?"
"We like it here," Jane said, rubbing her hand over his chest.
"You shouldn't chase us away," Sheila admonished him. "You should be glad we're here."
Bill let out a deep sigh. He stretched out on his ' back. "All right, you win. But you're going to be disappointed." He decided to be blunt with them. "I was with a real hellcat before and she knocked me out. I'll probably won't function like a man for weeks, maybe even decades."
"I don't believe that," Sheila said. "A big strong man like you." She let her hands go down his body, exploring him freely.
Bill let her play with him and to his surprise he started to respond.
"You see?" Sheila said delightedly. "You're wrong. Dead wrong. Why, you're full of life." Jane brought her face close to Bill's and they kissed. She pressed her full breasts against his chest.
Sheila continued playing with him.
Soon Bill was aroused and raring to go. He pulled Jane down on top of him and kissed her while he fondled her breasts.
Jane took away Sheila's hand and played with Bill, then guided him to her.
Jane looked down at her captive and wriggled her hips. She saw his eyes close with delight. "Like that, huh?" She wriggled her hips some more.
He put up his hand and captured her breasts. His thumbs fondled her hard nipples.
Jane started to ride him.
Bill groaned as the friction increased his passion. His hands closed over her breasts and he moved his hips in rhythm to hers.
"Oh, baby," Jane moaned. "That's good. Move your hips more. I want to feel it. I want to feel everything." She pinched his nipples and twisted them and she groaned as her body jerked wildly to the very top of it all.
She rolled away and Sheila examined him. "Didn't make it yet, huh?"
"Almost," he said.
Sheila got on top of him. She guided him to the ultimate.
"What am I doing to you?" she asked wildly. "You know," he grunted.
"Tell me," she screamed. He told her in gutter language. She groaned at his words and her body found release.
Bill tourned to Jane, who was flat on her belly. He played with her buttocks and then hugged her.
"Wait a minute," she said. "I'll turn over."
"No," he said. "Stay this way."
"Okay by me, honey," she murmured, feeling his passion against her body.
He lost no time in completing the desire.
Sheila watched, fascinated.
Bill dug his hands under Jane's body, found her breasts and squeezed them.
His body was vigorious and anxious.
Sheila sat up and started to slap at his hips adding to the thrills he was already receiving.
Jane cried out in pain and delight.
He kissed her back, her shoulder blades, and rolled away, very contented.
"Now what?" Sheila asked.
"We II let him rest a little bit and then we'll have more fun and games," Jane said.
"Oh, no," Bill said. "I'm tuckered out from this evening."
"We're staying all night," Jane said with determination.
Bill groaned. He knew he would never be the same.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Harriet Jenkins missed Bill at breakfast.
Jerry Tafford sat down next to her. "We have a big schedule today," he said. "So don't goof off. Stay put."
"I never goof off."
"You have to help me prepare for amateur night tonight. And there's going to be a dance right afterwards."
"Jerry, have you seen Bill this morning?"
"Bill who?"
"Don't be funny. Bill Gordon."
"No, I haven't. Is he missing?"
"I wanted to see him. I thought he'd be down for breakfast."
"Well, he isn't here."
"I can see that."
"Are you that nuts about him?"
"I'll tell you someday."
Harriet finished breakfast, left the main dining room, and went to the main building where she walked up a flight of stairs. She knocked on Bill Gordon's door.
There was a weak reply.
She walked in and found Bill packing. "What's going on?"
"I'm leaving," he said. "Leaving?"
"Yes. I'm taking a powder. I'm taking French leave. I'm going bye bye."
"But what's wrong? You usually stay the entire season."
"It's too much for me." He sat down on the bed, weary. "You know about me. So does everybody on the staff at this resort. So okay. I'm a girl chaser. I can't help it. But I've had too much. I can't take any more. I don't care if I never see another girl as long as I live. I'm through."
She sat down on the bed next to him. "You don't really mean that, do you?"
He took her hand and squeezed it. "I wish I was the marrying type. I'd marry you in a second."
"Maybe you are the marrying type and don't know it?"
He shook his head, no. "I don't think so."
"Why don't you give it a try? I'm willing."
"You really mean that, don't you?" She nodded her head, shyly.
He sighed. "I think I'll take you up on that. Maybe too many women is no good for a man."
"Let's unpack. I want you to stay a while."
"Okay." He grinned at her. They kissed. She helped him unpack.
