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CHAPTER ONE
Judith King wondered if her friends knew what their husbands were up to.
It was Thrusday afternoon and she was complaining about it to her sister, Nancy. The two of them had gone shopping together and were now having a drink in a bar on Lexington Avenue.
Judith was twenty-five with a full ripe figure. She had on a summer dress, sleeveless, with a low cut front and the upper curves of her breasts could be seen. Her red hair had a copper tone to it.
Nancy Williams was twenty-two, slim, dressed in blouse and skirt. Her hair was also red and combed back to a bun at the nape of her neck. Her breasts were small but thrusting, threatening to tear the material of her blouse.
"It was just two months after the funeral when they started making passes," Judith complained. "I guess they believed two months) were long enough."
"And you haven't said anything to your friends?" Nancy asked, sipping at her stinger.
"Not a word. I don't want to start anything. After all, they are my friends. How can I tell them that their husbands are after me?"
"You may be in for a rude awakening if you do say something," Nancy pointed out.
"What do you mean?"
"They may say that you led them on?"
"Don't be silly."
"It's very possible. You're a young widow, without a man. Wouldn't it be natural that you should start hunting around among your friends' husbands for some la de da?"
"You know better than that."
"Sure," Nancy conceded. "I know better. But you're a young widow. Widows gain a certain notoriety whether they're entitled to it or not. Like divorces. Who will your friends believe, you or their husbands?"
"The third solution is ridiculous," Judith said.
Nancy looked around to make sure no one was withing hearing distance. "You've been a widow for almost three months now. Don't you get lonely?"
"I have my friends, I have you-"
"Don't be naive," Nancy said. "Don't you know what I'm talking about? Must I draw you pictures?
Don't you get lonely for a bed companion? A lover?"
Judith almost flushed. It was something she had never discussed with Nancy. Not that she was a prude. She had never brought up the subject. Neither had Nancy. But here it was, out in the open, so to speak.
"Of course," she said. "I'm only human."
"Well?" Nancy said. "You have the opportunity. You have the men just begging to make love to your ripe white body. What are you waiting for? What are you holding back for? You need love just like everyone else."
"But these men are my friends' husbands," Judith explained patiently. "I couldn't do that to them."
"Don't be silly. It's done in the best of circles I could tell you things-well, never mind. You might not understand."
"Try me."
"You might be shocked."
"I was married for five years. How can I be shocked?"
"But this involves your own sister."
Judith stared at Nancy. "I won't admonish you no matter what you've done. After all, you're a married woman and you're suppose to know your own mind. If you have something to say, say it."
"All right." Nancy said. "You've heard of mate swapping, haven't you? You know, changing mates for a night or a weekend?"
Judith caught her breath. "Not you and Jim?"
Nancy nodded her head, studying Judith's reaction.
"Of course, I've heard of such things but I never ran across it."
"It's done every day. In all kinds of circles. We don't do it surreptitiously like your friends."
"My friends don't do such things," Judith said angrily.
"They don't do it out in the open," Nancy corrected. "But it amounts to the same thing. The husbands chase after their wives' friends behind their wives back. Sometimes the wives do the same thing. Everyone figures what the other one doesn't know won't hurt him or her. And the husbands just love widows and divorces."
Judith was looking at Nancy in a new light. She was the older sister but it seemed that Nancy knew so much more. It made sense-what Nancy was saying. She wondered if her own husband had gone after her friends. Had he bedded with her friends behind her back?
Judith shook her head, almost violently, just to get those crazy thoughts out of her head.
She took a deep breath. "I suppose, if I took your advice, I should go to bed with every male that came along?"
"No," Nancy said. "But there must be one husband among the bunch you like a bit better than the rest."
"Come to think of it, yes. There is one."
"Has he made a pass, too?"
Judith nodded her head. "He did. And I was properly shocked. And now that we are being honest with each other, I may as well tell you I was tempted."
"You should have given in," Nancy said. "Maybe you'll get another opportunity."
"Maybe."
Nancy looked at her watch. "We'd better be going. Now don't forget-you're spending the weekend with us."
Judith didn't want to sound sardonic. "Are you sure you won't be too busy during the weekend?"
Nancy laughed. "We're trading partners tonight. A couple we know are coming over. It's all arranged."
"You sound so matter-of-fact about it."
"I enjoy sex," Nancy said. "So does Jim. You think I love Jim less because I go to bed with other men? Well, I don't. I believe our passion is even greater."
"It can be an embarrassing subject."
"Depends on how broad-minded you are," Nancy said.
"I suppose you're right."
"So don't forget the weekend. We have a neighbor who has a swimming pool. We use it whenever we feel like it. So can you."
"All right. Nancy. This weekend."
"And don't forget your friend's husband. If you can swing him, go to it. There are plenty of men available. Take advantage."
Judith laughed.
They settled up the check and went out.
They got into Nancy's car and Nancy drove Judith home and then drove away.
CHAPTER TWO
Judith had a three room apartment in Brooklyn Heights. She cooked dinner for herself which consisted of one small lamb chop, peas and carrots, a slice of pound cake and a cup of coffee.
While she ate, she thought of what her sister, Nancy, had told her. Nancy, did make some sense. She had the same appetites af before. Her appetite for sex hadn't diminished with the death of her husband. Of course, she hadn't indulged since then. She prided herself that she had never cheated during her married life. So there had been no lovers for her to turn to.
Now she was lonely. And Nancy's words only pointed more sharply to the fact that she needed and wanted sex. Of course, she wanted to get married again. She had been happy with her husband. She believed she could be happy again, with a second husband, if he was as considerate as the first.
She thought of what Nancy had told her about the wife swapping bit. Sometimes Nancy said things because she liked to shock her but this wasn't one of those times. She believed what Nancy had told her. She knew when Nancy was kidding her and when she was telling the truth. Nancy had spoken nothing but the truth that afternoon.
She saw Nancy in bed with other men in her mind's eye. She saw Nancy's husband, Jim, in bed with other women.
She had heard of such things; she had read about them. Now her own sister was involved.
It was sordid. That was the way Judith saw these things. But Nancy believed she and the other couples were being honest. Nancy believed that the husbands in Judith's circle were chasing each other's wives on the Q.T. It was more honest the way Nancy and her friends were doing it. According to Nancy's viewpoint.
She was no prude. And she and her late husband had done the usual amount of experimentation in bed. They had had a healthy and normal sex life.
Judith thought about certain moments in her love life. Certain high moments. And she felt a warmness come over her.
Her loins tingled.
Judith shook her head. It wasn't right. It certainly didn't solve anything. On the contrary, it made things worse.
She would take a cold shower. That would help her condition.
She put the dishes in the sink and let them soak.
But she didn't take a cold shower. The telephone interrupted her. It was Milly Stanhope.
That was quite a coincidence. It was Milly's husband, Ted, in whom Judith was interested.
"Are you staying home, dear?" Milly wanted to know.
"Yes, I am. Why?"
"Ted's sister and her husband are coming over. They're newlyweds and they love to dance and all that. Well, dear, to make a long story short, my record player is on the bum. I was wondering if I could borrow yours? Do be an angel and say yes."
"Yes," Judith laughed.
"Swell," Milly sighed with relief. "I'll send Ted over to get it."
"All right."
"I'm busy making tiny sandwiches so I'm sending that handsome husband of mine. Make sure you send him back in one piece."
"I'll try. But the temptation is so great."
Milly laughed. "Seriously, you're one of my few friends that I'd trust with my husband."
"Oh, you don't mean that?"
"You mean trusting you?"
"No. I mean that you can't trust the others."
"Well, I can't, dear."
"You must be kidding."
"I wish I were. You just don't know what's going on. It's trying when you have a handsome husband. You have to hold on to your property. Every dame, whether she's married or not, thinks she's a seductress. I mean it."
"Maybe you'd better come yourself for the record player," Judith half kidded.
"Oh, I trust you. You're-well, you're too good to be true. I'll bet you never had an evil thought in your head."
"Not till now!"
Milly laughed. "I'll send Ted right over." She hung up.
Judith replaced the receiver thoughtfully. So she never had an evil thought in her head. So Milly trusted her. One of the few friends she trusted.
Judith went into the bedroom and stripped naked. She opened her closet and there was a floor length mirror attached to the inside door. She studied her shape with critical eyes.
She was twenty-five and she looked good for twenty-five. Her hair was a bright copper. Her figure was full with good solid breasts. Her nipples were a dark pink. Her buttocks were nicely padded and toned a nice shade of pink. She wasn't fat; not an extra ounce of fat on her. She had a solid body. It stimulated her to run her fingers up and down the secret sources of sensual pleasure spots all over her lower tummy and between her upper thighs.
If Milly only knew that Ted had made a pass at her. Milly would think twice about sending her handsome husband to get her record player.
Milly's breasts had drooped even though she was just a year older than Judith. Milly was getting heavy. Judith had seen Milly in the nude less than two weeks ago when she had been visiting Milly and Milly had dressed in front of her.
Milly was going to pot. Judith couldn't blame Ted for looking elsewhere. After all, he was handsome. She realized it. So did the other girls in their circle.
The way Milly talked, it seemed that the other wives had gone after Ted. Unless, of course, Ted had made out with the wives and had boasted about it to Milly. But Judith believed she knew men. And the average husband didn't boast about his conquests to his wife.
But Milly had found out about Ted and the other wives. Somehow, some way, she had found out.
Judith wondered if Milly would find out about her if she decided to let Ted into her bed. And then she realized she just didn't give a damn. What would Milly do anyway? Stop talking to her? So what? What was the big deal? She wasn't that crazy for Milly anyway.
The doorbell rang and Judith realized she had been lost in thought. The seconds had stretched into minutes and she had lost all track of time. That was probably Ted at the door.
For a breathless second Judith considered going to the door the way she was: naked. But that wouldn't do.
She had to get control of herself. What was she thinking of? Was she accepting the fact that she and Ted were going to go to bed together? That was ridiculous.
The doorbell sounded again.
She hastily put on a robe and went to answer the door.
CHAPTER THREE
Ted was indeed a handsome man. He was tall and his blond hair was the color of wet sand. He was twenty-seven. He walked in, kissed her cheek and patted her hip.
She closed the door and locked it. She leaned her back against the door and they faced each other.
He grinned devilishly and his eyes roamed over her body which was revealed by the tight robe.
Could he tell that she was naked under the robe? She looked down at herself and saw that her nipples were defined by the tightness of the robe. It was obvious that she was nude underneath.
She saw the hunger in his eyes and it reminded her of her own hunger. She remembered what Nancy had told her earlier in the day.
She had been without sex for too long. It wasn't right. She had hungers and appetites just like other women.
Was she supposed to forget her feelings because her man was dead? No, she was healthy and here was a healthy and normal male ready for conquest.
She came away from the door. "That wasn't much of a kiss," she said boldly.
His eyes lit up. "I can do better," he said huskily. They came together, her arms snaking around his neck, his arms circling her waist. They kissed and her body was tight against his.
It had been a long time since she had been this close to a man. It felt good who cared about Milly?
She wriggled her hips against him and she instantly felt the urgency of his male power. This was what she wanted. This was what she needed. She would have her fill of him. She would have him now. And if she was pleased with his performance she would have him again and again.
He backed away from her so that he could pull apart her robe. He looked at her naked body framed by the blue robe. His nostrils quivered at the sight of her full pink-nippled breasts, the rounded belly with the devorative navel, the source of her exquisite pleasures and her wide womanly hips.
He stepped closer to her, his hands captured her breasts. They kissed again, his fingers molding the solid mounds and tweaking the nipples into hardness.
She closed her eyes as sighs escaped from her throat. It had been such a long time, such a very long time. A man's hands on her naked breasts, a man's mouth against hers. And soon a man's naked body against her naked body.
She boldly reached down and her hand pressed against the front of his body, below his belly. She realized he was more anxious than herself.
"Let's go into the bedroom," she said breathlessly.
He quickly picked her up and carried her into the bedroom and put her down on the bed. She shrugged out of the useless robe while he hurriedly undressed.
She saw his naked body and thrilled at the sight of his power. He was well endowed. His chest was broad and lightly downed, his thighs thick and well muscled, his arms thick. He gave the appearance of a Greek god.
He joined her in bed.
"I never thought this would happen," he said. "I've been after you for some time and now-"
"Don't talk," she begged. She put her fingers against his lips. "Don't talk. Not now. Later maybe. For now, just...." She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him to her. Her breasts mashed against his chest. Her thighs were warm and heavy against his body. She explored him and played with his handsome physique.
His hands roamed her back, went down to cup her full buttocks. His fingers adged along to the intimate source of joy.
"My breasts," she begged. "Kiss them."
His mouth went to her solid mounds and kissed the white flesh. His tongue lashed out at her stiff nipples.
She didn't want to think anymore, nor talk nor anything. Just feel. Feel his mouth on her erect nipples, his lips on her belly and thighs and maybe ... Yes, why not? He knew what it was all about. He was married. He would know what to do to give a woman pleasure.
She pushed gently at his head and his mouth wandered down to her soft belly and his tongue dipped into the deep navel. She pushed more and he was torturing her thighs with his lips and tongue and teeth.
So good. So wonderful. All she had to do was feel. No talk now. No nothing except feel. Feel one thrill after another coarse through her sex-starved body. Feel the tiny explosions which wracked her white awakened body.
Then his mouth, that wonderful maw, that cavern with lips and teeth and tongue, was fastened to the core of her being, to the very source of her body. His tongue was exploring and she stiffened; then her body was wide awake and tingling and she was in heaven, riding high. She groaned and gasped and all was well with the world.
His fingers cupped her buttocks and he mouthed at her very being; his teeth and tongue and lips took part in the homage to her passion. He serviced her as best he could.
She closed her limbs, imprisoning him while her hips went back and forth and her breasts rose and fell with her harsh breathing. She moaned and then cried out sharply as she reached her high peak. Her lust came forth and erupted; the lonely nights were gone and so were the day dreams and the desires that had wracked her body.
She was a woman again.
Finally.
CHAPTER FOUR
Judith looked up at Ted as he loomed over her. "What about me?" he whispered.
She caressed his chest. "Whatever you want, darling."
"I want what you just had."
"Yes, darling, yes. Anything."
He moved up and his hands gripped the headboard and his waist was near her head. She turned slightly and he'r hand took hold of him and caressed him and he responded even more, much to her amazement.
Judith moved her head to him and her tongue darted out and touched him very lightly, almost teasingly, yet letting him know that a woman's lips had caressed him.
Ted moaned as she did it again.
Then she ran her tongue up and down the length of him and not very lightly either. He groaned. She tortured his throbbing flesh with her pearl-like sharp teeth and he felt pain and pleasure race through his tense body. "Ohhh ... that feels real good. Ohhhhh.
His knuckles whitened as his hands tightened on the edge of the headboard.
Her mouth tortured him and he groaned, his teeth biting into his lower lip. She bit him gently and then she lashed out at him and then bit him again. Her teeth and tongue, teeth and tongue.
It was too much for Ted. It was torture. But it was wonderful. Yet he couldn't last. Her ministrations were bringing him to the edge of the cliff and soon he would plunge over.
Now.
Now.
It came with a rush. He couldn't hold out any longer. His passion erupted. He groaned.
Ted went over the cliff. Down and down. Head over heels. It was a thrilling fall.
He never touched bottom.
Ted cried out and he was slumped on the bed, drained.
Judith got out of bed and went into the bathroom.
She came back and she caressed his head and shoulders. She was grateful.
"It was so good," she said.
He let out a sigh. "I'll never be the same."
She laughed. "Don't talk like that! Milly will get suspicious. We don't want Milly to know or guess or suspect, do we?"
"She doesn't know anything," he said. "She only surmises."
"We don't even want that," Judith said.
He stretched. "Let me get my bearings. Soon we'll have another go at it. I'm taking advantage of you. I can't help it. I'll never know when you'll be in the mood again." He g-rimmed. "But it sure made me feel good."
She laughed.
He kissed her and fondled her breasts. "Will you tell me exactly what brought us together?" he wanted to know. "I knew I was going to make a pass at you. How could I help it?"
She shrugged. "I can't answer that. Maybe you arrived at the right time? I don't really know. But there you were and I wanted you the way you wanted me."
"Lucky me."
"Lucky both of us."
His hands on her breasts were bringing the desired effect. She took a deep breath and her breasts pushed harder into his hands.
"I want you again," gasped Ted.
She nodded her head.
He stretched her out on her back and kissed her breasts while one hand caressed her thighs and" the softness that was her womanhood. His fingers invaded her body and she sighed at the intrusion.
His lips bit gently on her nipples.
Judith caressed the back of his neck and his shoulders. "I like that," she said. "Your mouth on my nipples. Kiss them good. Keep it up for a very long time. Mmm,-I love the way you bite down on them."
His mouth at her nipples and his fingers exploring her secret flesh was making her extremely hot. Her limbs separated, giving him more freedom.
She groaned and her head tossed slowly from side to side.
Ted suddenly shifted his body and he was above her.
She looked up at him. He was going to take her. A man loving up her body. Her knee came up and gripped his waist. Her hands felt his chest. He was such a wonderful lover.
They started moving together, two pagan jungle animals in heat, locked together because their lust was so great.
His hips moved in its familiar, pagan rhythm.
She moved with him.
They kissed.
Her hands caressed his chest and shoulders and back and sides. She fingered his flat nipples.
He gasped faster and deeper. He groaned as his body was urging itself to a high point.
Her body slapped against his.
Soon. Very soon. They both felt it.
And then it happened. Like a rocket going off. In the sky, a thousand tiny sparks.
He groaned and let go.
She squirmed and her peak was reached.
They were quiet for some time and then he rolled away. They kissed and he went into the bathroom and washed his face and combed his hair. He sat down on the bed and he pulled her in close to him. "I won't question my good fortune," he said. "I'd be a fool if I did. But we had a marvelous time. We must get together again."
"We will," she promised.
They kissed and he started to dress.
"Ted," she said, watching him slip his feet into sandals.
"What?"
"Have you made out with the other wives in our circle?" Judith wanted to know.
"Who, me? Don't be silly." He buttoned his shirt.
"Milly seems to think so."
"Don't mind Milly. I told you about her. She only surmises I fool around."
"Ted, I don't mind. I have no hold on you. Certainly not, after one bed session."
"And what a session."
"I was just curious."
"Well, you keep on being curious."
"I don't think you're faithful to Milly. You ouldn't be. Not after what we just had. I couldn't have been your first indiscretion."
He laughed. "Judith, you're acting worse than a wife." She pouted. "I am not."
He was dressed. He bent his head and kissed her. He passed his hand lovingly over her breasts. "I'd better be going."
"Don't forget the record player."
"Damn! I almost forgot."
She laughed and went into the living room with him and took the record player from the hall closet. Naked, she stood behind the door as he went out.
Judith shut the door and felt good. She liked being naked. She went to the window and parted the curtains. She waited until she saw him cross the street and get into his car. He put the record player in the seat beside him. The car pulled away and disappeared down the street.
CHAPTER FIVE
His name was Ben Carter. He was tall and slim with deep black hair. He was thirty-one.
Her name was Sally Carter. She was of medium height with brown hair and freckles on her nose. She was twenty-seven. She had a good athletic body with firm skin. Her breasts were well rounded, her waist slim, her hips womanly shaped. Her legs were good. She loved tennis, hoseback riding, and swimming. She also loved indoor sports. The kind that one indulged in the bedroom.
They arrived at the garden apartment of Jim and Nancy Williams at around seven o'clock. Manhattans were in order.
They had done this twice before-the mate swapping bit.
And they were going to do it a third time. They are modern couples with modern ideas.
"It's hot," Sally said.
"There's an air-conditioned in the bedroom," Nancy said. "Why don't you go in and lie down?"
"That an idea. I think I will." Nancy and Sally went into the bedroom and Sally removed her dress. She stretched out on the bed in bra and panties and Nancy turned on the air-conditioner.
"That's much better," Sally said.
"You relax." Nancy bent down and caressed Sally's inner thigh. "I'll send Jim in soon. Okay?"
"How about yourself?" Sally's voice was low and sexy.
"Sounds like a good idea." Nancy bent her head further down and her lips met Sally's. They kissed and Nancy felt Sally's breast under the bra cup.
Jim walked in on them. "Hey! What's going on here?"
Nancy straightened up. She pushed Jim out. "Let Sally cool off. She's hot."
"Don't I know it!" Jim and Nancy joined Ben. "I caught Nancy kissing Sally," Jim informed Ben.
Ben drank his Manhattan. "I don't think they got enough last time. It was a pretty good idea to make those two do an act for us."
"Yeah," Jim said. "Now we'll need all our energy to keep them apart. Let's hope they don't leave us and go live together."
"You'd better shut up or that's exactly what we'll do," Nancy threatened.
Ben laughed.
Jim poured more drinks.
Nancy looked at the closed door of the bedroom. She kept seeing Sally's half naked body on the bed. She remembered the last time Sally and Ben had been there. Ben and Jim had insisted she and Sally perform for them. Nancy had been reluctant at first. But Sally was eager for the action to start. It was obvious that Sally had had experience with other girls. In fact, she had admitted it.
Nancy finally gave in and she and Sally went all out in the bedroom while Jim and Ben had watched. They did everything that was to be done. They didn't leave a thing out.
Afterwards, Jim had taken Sally and Ben had indulged himself with Nancy. It had been their second session of mate swapping.
Now they were together for a third session. But Nancy wanted Sally and not Ben.
She felt that Sally wanted her, too.
"A penny for your thoughts," Ben said.
"I'm thinking how comfortable Sally looked with the air conditioner on. I feel like joining her."
"Ha, ha," Ben laughed. "Who do you think s you're kidding?"
Jim grinned broadly. "Listen if you want a go at Sally, just say so. I'm sure Ben doesn't mind. And I certainly don't care. What I can't understand is why you didn't have the desire for Jo Ann." Jim explained to Ben that he and Nancy had swapped mates with Pete and Jo Ann less than a week ago.
"Jo Ann doesn't send me the way Sally does," Nancy admitted.
"Okay," Ben said. "Go right ahead. But don't take all night. What are we poor boys supposed to do while you two dames are having fun?"
Nancy winked wickedly. "Must I tell you?"
Ben glanced at Jim. "Say, we haven't gotten that far yet. And maybe we never will."
"We'll wait patiently while you and Sally have your fun and games," Jim said. "Here, bring Sally a Manhattan."
Nancy took two glasses and went back into the bedroom.
Sally drew up one knee and made a very seductive picture. She sat up accepted her drink and sipped at it while Nancy started to undress.
Sally finished her drink and unhooked her bra and took off her panties. Naked, she waited for Nancy.
Nancy finished undressing. She picked up her drink, tossed it off, put down the empty glass. She got into bed.
"We don't want them watching us like last time, do we?" Sally said, stretching, uplifting her rounded breasts.
"No, dear. No audience this time." Nancy put her hands on the full breasts and felt them; the smooth satiny texture of the skin felt smooth under her fingers. She fingered the nipples and they grew erect under her ministrations.
"Kiss them," Sally begged. "Kiss them good."
Nancy bent her head and her mouth left wet trails across the full mounds. Her tongue lingered over the strawberry nipples.
"You know what I want," Sally whispered.
Nancy's head moved downward. Her tongue left a long trail down the length of Sally's white twisting body. She finally came to the center of Sally's passion. She planted a few quick kisses and then skipped the vital area and beheld the rounded white thighs.
Sally moaned in disappointment.
Nancy discovered the inner thighs, ran her tongue up and down the white limbs and then shifted her head slightly and her mouth was active while she did all sorts of things to the girl to make her scream with desire. She darted to the center of her desire and Sally moaned from the sweet hot invasion. Her limbs moved slowly, caressing Nancy's face.
Nancy knew just where and how to derive the most from the lesbian relationship.
Sally gasped as she felt electric tingles shock their way through her squirming body. She raised and lowered her hips. Her peak was reached with a sharp cry. She moaned and relaxed visibly.
Nancy stretched out on her back, her hand resting on her belly. She watched Sally sit up and bent over her, saw Sally's hands come down to her thrusting breasts. She closed her eyes and felt Sally's fingers roam over her breasts and stroke her nipples. She felt her nipples erecting and she smiled slowly as a warmth spread across her entire body.
She felt Sally's hands go lower to her belly and then her thighs. She let her limbs spread and Sally's hand cupped her, then stroked. She drew up, and Sally used her fingers, caressing the region otf the taboo.
Nancy moaned as delicious sensations ran through her squirming body. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly with her quick breathing.
Then she felt Sally's mouth on her breasts and lips captured her nipple. She gasped. Sally's mouth moved all over, not losing one segment of the lovely girl's body. The spear-like tongue darted and Nancy cried out sharply.
Her hips squirmed on the bed. Her fingers clutched at Sally's head. "Love me good," she cried, "Love me good."
Tongue, lips, teeth, combined to give her thrill after thrill.
She screamed as she reached the top of the cliff.
Sally fell on top of her and kissed her mouth, her throat, her shoulders. "Was it good, baby?"
Nancy looked up at Sally. "Very good. It was as well."
"I like doing things for you."
"Same here."
"Now we'll have to accocmodate those nasty men," Sally said.
Nancy laughed. "Well, they are our husbands."
"Yes. But they're messy." Nancy frowned. "You're talking like a real dyke."
Sally sat up and chewed her lower lip. She shot glances at Nancy. "What if I were to tell you that I prefer women to men?"
Nancy put her hand on Sally's thigh. "Have you always felt that way?"
"No," Sally admitted. "It happened maybe six months ago. I started to realize that I got more of a thrill with a girl than with a man."
"Does Ben know this?"
"Ben? Of course not."
"You want to stay married to him even though you feel this way?" Nancy asked.
"What am I supposed to do?" Sally said. "Leave Ben? What would I do then? Who would take care of me?"
"But-but you have to sleep with him. You have to let him make love to you. And you say men are messy. How do you stand his making love to you if you feel that way about men?"
Sally shrugged her shoulders and her rounded breasts bounced gently. "I pretend to enjoy it. Oh, I get some thrills. Nothing big. Nothing to make it really worthwhile. But I can pretend. I have to pretend. And I get away with it. And Ben doesn't know or suspect."
"But the wife swapping bit?" Nancy said. "You not only bed down with Ben but other men as well."
"Yes. I pretend with them too."
"But why go through with the mate swapping?" Sally looked at Nancy as if she were stupid. "I meet the man's wives," she pointed out. "Oh, I see."
"That's my compensation."
"Well, live and learn."
Sally got off the bed. "I guess ifs time to let those he-men get their pound of flesh."
Sally left her clothes in the bedroom and walked out.
In a few minutes, Ben walked in.
CHAPTER SIX
Ben grinned down at Nancy's nudity. "How did you and Sally make out?" he asked, starting to undress.
"Just fine."
Nancy watched his nude body emerge. He was tall and slim and very handsome. His hair was black and wavy. She licked her lips in anticipation. She liked being with Ben. He knew how to make love. He did everything she wanted and fthen some.
In turn, she did whatever he wanted. There was nothing she refused him. She obeyed his every wish. It was a mutual thing.
He crawled into bed and she took hold of his hips and pulled him down so that he was half lying on her, her breasts crushed under his body. They kissed.
He moved his mouth to her ear and his tongue delved in and explored the channels and valleys of her ear and she shivered and she squirmed linger him.
Nancy's arms came up and slipped around his neck. Ben's mouth moved away from her ear, reached her lips. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and her fingers scratched lightly at the back of his neck.
Then his mouth moved down to her sweet breasts and he moved one so that it was under her breast and lifted it and his mouth took in the stiffening nipple.
Ben's other hand strayed down to her thighs and played with the smooth marble-like columns. His fingers finally ran up to the feminine flesh and expertly stroked and fondled and discovered the very core of her womanhood.
Ben's mouth wandered up from her breast to her lips and their kisses were very feverish now and his fingers wildly played with her flesh. She started to moan now and her limbs yauwned wide.
Nancy pushed his head down so that he was feasting on her mounds again. He went from nipple to nipple, biting gently and sucking on the hard tips. She pushed again and his mouth moved while his body shifted so that he was against her legs. He tongued the moist flesh of her inner shoulders and he was kissing her long slender thighs and the tender skin rippled as her body began to twist in violent heat.
Nancy brought up her hands and began to play with her own breasts. They were small but firm and they pointed high into the air without flattening out as with most women. She tweaked her nipples and closed her eyes as delicious sensations took hold of her.
The sensations increased a hundredfold when he wandered from her inner thigh to the region of her mid-section.
His invading tongue drove her crazy. Her hips rotated wildly and her fingers punished her nipples so she could get the most extreme sensation possible. She cried out sharply as she reached her peak.
Ben lingered a while and then he loomed over her, moving his body until he embraced her; now Ben was taking her and her knees gripped his waist. They moved violently together and he gasped and his body worked violently in all directions and soon his lust reached a peak with a torrent of white hot lava.
He rolled away and she smuggled against him and they kissed.
Jim was disappointed. He had just finished making love to Sally on the thick carpet and her response had been almost of that of a wooden doll. He felt very unsatisfied and said so.
"I'm sorry," Sally said. "I guess I'm just not in the mood. I'll make up for it, Jim."
"How?"
"I don't know. But I'll make up for it. I promise."
"When?"
"Well ... next time I'm here."
"That's not good enough," he said, petulantly. She tried to keep her voice down. "Don't act childish."
He was annoyed. "Childish? Who's acting childish? You and Ben came over so that we could all have fun. I know he's having fun with Nancy. But am I having fun with you? No."
"Well, what do you want me to do, pretend I'm enjoying myself when I'm not?"
"I think this will be the last time we're going to get together," he said firmly.
"Oh, no," Sally said, alarmed. "You don't mean that?"
He looked at her suspiciously. "I don't get it. You act like you don't care one way or another and then when I say-"
"Look, Jim, I said I'll make up for it. I mean it. I'll do anything you want. Anything."
"I don't understand you at all," he said.
"What's there to understand?" She slipped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his. Her rounded breasts were pushed flat against his chest.
His hands roamed her smooth back, came down to cup her full buttocks. His fingers ran up and down the valley of her buttocks.
She looked at him with pretended passion. "I'll be very nice to you next time we get together."
"No," he said. "Now."
"But!"
He quickly rolled her over so that she was on her belly and her back and buttocks were upturned. He heavily on her, his hard passion pressing against the gorge that divided her buttocks.
She couldn't stop him. She had to be allowed to see Nancy whenever she wished. She had to let him do whatever he wanted with her. She was powerless to stop him.
His hands ran down her back, down to her buttocks, felt them and then pried them apart. His body was hard and cruel and she stiffened at the hurt. He started moving his hips and his hands went underneath and found her full breasts and squeezed them.
He grunted as he punished her bakside. He heard her moans of pain but didn't care. He could not now stop, feeling the tighteness and hotness taking complete hold of him. He groaned and his desire spilled out and made her react with shudders and spasms.
Jim slumped over her and heard her whimpers. He bit the back of her neck and she was quiet.
He finally rolled away and stretched. He felt good, so very good.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was another hot day. It was just after she had lunch in a restaurant when Judith King felt pains in her stomach. She sat down in a nearby park to rest, hoping the pains would go away. But they persisted. She finally walked to a drug store, went into the public phone booth and dialed her doctor's number.
His receptionist answered. She asked for an immediate appointment. The receptionist asked her to wait, went away for a few minutes, and then returned. "Dr. Newby will see you, Mrs. King. He's with the last patient now. Can you come right over?"
"Yes. I'm on my way." Judith hung up, went outside and hailed a cab. She gave the driver Dr. Newby's office address and settled back. She lit a cigarette and watched the streets whiz by. The pains weren't very strong now but they were still persistent.
The nurse-receptionist welcomed Judith with a warm smile. "Please be seated," she said. "The doctor will see you shortly."
Judith sat down and crossed her legs. There were magazine strewn about. Life, Look, Readers' Digest and The Saturday Evening Post. But Judith wasn't in the mood to glance through a magazine.
A well-dressed man came out of a door and nodded to the receptionist. He went out and the door opened again and Dr. Henry Newby stood framed in the doorway. "Come in, Mrs. King." He stood aside as Judith entered his office. "You may as well take off, Miss Hodgkins," he told the nurse-receptionist. "Just call the answering service and tell them I'll be at the hospital the rest of the day."
"Yes, Doctor."
Dr. Newby closed the door and turned, facing Judith. "Just have a seat, Mrs. King."
Judith sat down in a chair across from the desk. The doctor circled the desk and sat down behind it. He had on a light blue suit stretched tight over his masculine frame. He was forty-one, looked years younger. He had boxed and wrestled while in college. He was now going to karate school. He had been married for a short time and it had ended in divorce. He had no children.
"Now tell me exactly what's wrong," he said.
Judith explained about the pain.
He nodded his head as she talked and when she was finished, he said: "I know you were very close to your husband and his death was a shock. In fact. I had you under sedation just after the funeral. You broke down completely. For a while, I was afraid you would have a mental breakdown. But you recovered nicely."
Judith wondered what this had to do with her present problem.
"I believe you are an emotional woman, Mrs. King," the doctor said. "Chances are you haven't completely recovered from your husband's death. Sometimes shock lingers on."
"Oh, I see." She opened her purse and extracted a cigarette from a crumpled pack. She lit it, shook the match and placed it in a ceramic tray. "You believe I'm still upset over my husband's death and I have pains in my stomach because of it. But I haven't had such pains for the longest time."
He rubbed his chin. "Tell me what you had for lunch."
She told him.
"Did you say fish?" he asked. "It may have been a bad piece of fish. You may have a slight case of indigestion."
"I suppose it's possible."
"How is the pain now?"
"Sort of dull."
He stood up. "Well, we'll take a look at you. I don't think it's anything serious. Go into the examining room and take off your dress and slip."
She put out her cigarette and got to her feet. She went through a door to the right of the desk. She closed the door and removed her dress. There was no slip. She had on bra and panties. She sat on the examining table and waited.
He came in and Judith saw he had removed his jacket and tie. She suddenly realized how handsome he was.
Under his direction she stretched out on the table, on her back. He started probing her stomach with strong masculine fingers. "Very slight palpitation," he said.
His fingers on her bare skin was doing things to Judith. She tried to fight down the thrills that raced each other across her body but she didn't succeed.
Was she trying to make up for the lonely nights that had stretched into months? First Milly's husband and now her doctor.
"I'll give you a prescription," he said. "You'll be all right."
"Doctor," she said, her voice quivering.
"Yes?"
"Well ... now that I'm here ... I wonder if you could examine me for breast cancer. I've tried to do it myself but I just don't know how. And that's one thing I fear the most."
"Or course. Just remove your brassiere."
She put her hands behind her back, unhooked the bra. It fell away and her solid round breasts were revealed in all their naked glory.
She looked up at him and saw him staring at her proud hillocks. There was nothing professional about his stare. A moisture seemed to come to his eyes and he noticed her looking at him and he glanced away guiltily.
Judith wasn't dumb. She was a widow. Before she had been a married woman and belonged to another man. Now she was a widow and there were no ties to her.
The ties had been cut.
She stretched out again and her nipples pointed to the ceiling. She waited breathlessly for his hands to examine her solid breasts.
They both knew the procedure. From the nipple to the base of the breasts. His fingers pressed her right breast, starting at the nipple and then covering the entire breast slowly so as not to miss an inch. He used both his hands to feel her white rounded globe. His fingers trembled slightly and she knew that he was affected by her nakedness. She wanted him suddenly, wanted his body.
He went to the other breast and discovered her hard nipple. He knew then that she was also excited. He took a long time with her left breast prob-bing the globe and lingering over the nipple itself.
Then, without warning, he started to fondle the breast and she gasped as he molded the flesh and fingered the nipple.
His cool analytical mind had snapped. He was no longer the professional doctor. Now he was just a male confronted by a beautiful woman, half nude. And his basic lusts had taken over.
Realization suddenly dawned and he realized what he was doing. His hands came away. "I-I couldn't help it." His voice was a mixture of agony and fright.
"It's all right," she said.
He took a deep breath. "It's all right then?"
"Yes."
His hands went back to her breasts and played with them and her moans filled the examining room.
He suddenly bent over the table and fastened his mouth to one nipple and she gasped. Her hand camel up and caressed his face.
His mouth went to the other breast and his tongue licked at the erect nipple. His hand went to her belly and slid under her panties, down her lower belly to the soft flesh. His fingers searched and found the sweet source of her joys. His fingers probed.
She groaned and her white soft body was a writhing snake on the black table.
After a while he straightened up. "Judith. I-I don't know how to tell you this."
She looked up at him and her eyes were soft with desire. "You can tell me whatever you wish."
"I-I can't have relations like a normal man," he confessed. His face was red from embarrasment.
"Why, what do you mean?"
"I can't explain. It's a psychological thing. That is why my wife divorced me."
"But-how do you get any satisfaction?" she wanted to know.
"I get satisfaction by giving satisfaction," he said.
She looked puzzled. "Please, trust me. Please let me do what I want. You'll be more than satisfied. I promise."
She nodded her head slowly.
He told her to turn over and she did. He rolled down her panties and he placed them on the seat of a metal chair. He stared at her full buttocks hungrily. Then he started playing with them, running his fingers up and down.
Judith felt his fingers on her buttocks and the feel of them on her bare flesh was thrilling. She was warm with excitement.
Then he bent his head and his tongue caressed the valley and she gasped at this wonderful novelty. His tongue ran up and down and suddenly paused, and then plunged deep.
Judith groaned and her hips rotated wildly.
He kept using his lips and tongue until she cried out and sighed audibly. He knew she had reached her pinnacle.
He planted kisses on her cheeks and then straightened up.
It was all over.
Judith sat up and he handed her her panties. She put them on and reached for her bra.
He watched her dress and followed her out to his office. He wordlessly made out a prescription for her indigestion and gave it to her. She opened her purse. "What do I owe you?"
His face flushed. "Nothing," he stammered.
She looked up at him. There was nothing more to be said.
He walked with her to the door and let her out. They knew she would never be back.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jim and Nancy picked up Judith Saturday morning. Jim put Judith's suitcase into the trunk and Judith squeezed into the front with her sister and brother-in-law.
Judith hadn't told Nancy about the incident with Dr. Newby. She didn't know if Nancy would understand. She hadn't said anything about he session with Milly's husband either.
There were certain things Judith felt she should keep to herself. Even though Nancy had told her certain intimate things about her, Nancy's, personal life, Judith wasn't about to reciprocate. Eventually, she may break down and tell all. So far, she wasn't sure she wanted to.
She was squeezed in between Jim and Nancy. Jim's thigh was tight against her own thigh. There was a warmness there and Judith glanced at Jim and realized how handsome he was.
She grew increasingly alarmed as Jim drove through the Queens Expressway. Did she now have desires for her own sister's husband? She had had this feeling before. For Milly's husband and then for Dr. Newby. Now she felt drawn to Jim, her own sister's husband.
What was wrong with her? Was she going to act like that with every man she met? Was she turning into a nymphomaniac? After the years with her husband of devotion and faithfulness and the months of loneliness without him, was her body now to cry out for lust and passion in the most pagan way? Was she doomed to go through life demanding satisfaction for her sex-starved flesh?
His arm brushed against her breast as he shifted and she felt a thrill shoot through her body.
This would have to stop. Once and for all.
She felt she was turning into the lowest creature on earth. So low that she could crawl with the worms.
Maybe she needed an analyst. Maybe there was something wrong with her mind. Jim left the Expressway.
It was so nice here, she was thinking. Not like the city. The houses were all sizes and all shapes. Stucco and brick and stone. The sidewalks were well cared for and the streets were clean.
She had wanted to move to Long Island but her husband had insisted on staying in the city.
Jim drove into Jewell Avenue and parked.
It was a two story building with one apartment on each floor. It was a housing development of garden apartments. The houses were set well back from the curb and the lawns were big with shortcut grass and hedges.
Jim took Judith's suitcase and they went into the house.
Jim and Nancy had the ground floor. It was a two bedroom apartment. Besides the bedrooms, there was a big living room, a dining room, a kitchen and a den.
"Shall I fix some lunch?" Nancy asked.
"If you want," Judith said.
"Shall I make drinks or is it too early?" Jim said.
"Too early," Nancy said. "Why don't you go wash the car or something! "I want to talk to Judith."
"Okay. I know when I'm not wanted." Jim took off.
Judith and Nancy went into the kitchen and started making tuna fish salads.
"Have you thought about what we were talking about the other day?" Nancy asked, slicing a cucumber.
"I never gave it another thought," Judith said. "You mean you're going to give up sex altogether?"
"I didn't say that," Judith sighed. "Listen, I expect to marry again. I'll have my sex then."
"But that's crazy," Nancy said. "It may be ages before you marry again. Your desires will dry up."
Judith laughed. "Don't be silly."
"I read an article once-"
"I'll bet you did. All you modern housewives read articles and you think you know everything. You do everything by the book. Whether it comes to sex or bringing up children. You forget all about common sense. Listen, my girl, my desires won't try up. The very idea! Someday I'll get married again. And then, and only then, will I go to bed with a man."
"You're going to miss an awful lot," Nancy said.
Judith suddenly felt like telling her about Milly's husband and Dr. Newby. But she hesitated too long.
Nancy was off on another subject and Judith breathed easier. Her romantic sessions with Ted and Dr. Newby were too personal. And if she ever told Nancy exactly what Dr. Newby did, Nancy would simply die. She wondered if Jim and Nancy had ever gotten around to such intimate flings. After all, they considered themselves a modern couple. The sexologists claimed that there was nothing wrong with anything that was done in the bedroom and provided mutual satisfaction and completion.
"Did-did that couple appear?" Judith suddenly asked.
Nancy had been busy on another subject. She looked up over a pile of sliced tomatoes. "What?" She had been discussing a couple who lived down the block and who couldn't have children and were trying to adopt one.
"That couple," Judith said. "Remember? The-the wife swapping bit. Did they show up?"
"Of course." Nancy grinned. "Want to hear everything that happened?" she asked impishly.
"No, of course not. I was just curious."
"Judith, can I ask you something?"
"Is there something you haven't asked me?"
"Did-did you ever try it with a girl?"
Judith caught her breath. 'What kind of a question is that?" she wanted to know.
"An intimate one."
"I'll say it is."
'You don't have to answer if you don't want to."
"If I don't answer," Judith said, "you'll think the worse. Well, sister dear, the answer is no. I've never been in bed with another girl. And I don't expect to."
"I wonder if you're telling the truth?" Nancy pondered.
"Wonder all you want to. You have my answer."
"You're too good to be true." Judith stared at Nancy. "Now I'm going to ask one."
"Don't," Nancy said. "I'm beginning to think you're a prude."
"You know that isn't so."
"Or maybe because I'm your sister, you're shy with me. Is that it? I'll bet that's it."
"It could very well be," Judith said.
"We've always been close," Nancy pointed out. "I can't understand your reluctance to talk things over with me?"
They finished the salads and they went into the living room and sat down on the divan.
"You were my kid sister," Judith said. "I guess I was always looking to protect you. One day you announced you were getting married and I realized you were grown up and maybe you had some sexual experience. It was quite a shock to me. Then I realized you were no kid anymore. But I couldn't bring myself to discuss things with you. I know it's foolish but I can't help it."
"I remember you bought me a sex manual," Nancy said, laughing. I was very solemn when I took it from you. Only I neglected to tell you that I had read it when I was fifteen. Gloria had it among her collection. Remember Gloria Stuart? The blonde with the big breasts. She never wore a bra. Her folks were very lenient with her. They let her browse through their library and they had all kinds of books. I used to go to Gloria's house and read whatever fascinated me."
"Yes, I remember Gloria. Whatever became of her?"
"She's been married and divorced twice."
"She was always a wild one."
"She once told me her folks made love in front of her. They wanted her to know everything concerning marriage. I never believed that. Her folks were modern and all that but they wouldn't go that far." Nancy suddenly giggled.
"What's the matter?"
"I remember once when I happened to be alone with Gloria's father. He actually made a pass at me. I was stupid at the time."
Judith was shooked. "You never told me."
"You would have tanned my hide."
"I wouldn't have been mad at you," Judith said. "But at Gloria's father!"
"But I let him," Nancy said.
"You didn't?"
"Yes. I was curious and-"
"How far did he go?" Judith wanted to know."
"Not the limit, if that's what you're thinking. He squeezed my breasts and felt my thighs."
"You-you didn't undress?"
"Partially."
"I don't know whether to believe you or not," Judith said.
"I'm not making up a story."
"I never suspected. But didn't you realize the trouble you could have gotten into?"
"I knew enough about protection."
Judith shook her head sadly. "You're lucky he didn't try to go further than he did."
"Oh, he did."
"At least you resisted him."
"I laughed at him," Nancy said.
"You laughed at him?"
"Sure. That's the best way to deflate a man. And I mean deflate. I let him go as far as I wanted. When I knew a few more minutes would being me to the point of no return, if you know what I mean, I suddenly started to laugh at him."
"You're lucky he didn't rape you."
"I knew how to take care of myself, even then."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Were you a virgin when you married Jim?" Nancy grinned. "I'll answer you if you'll answer the same question. That's fair enough." Judith nodded her head.
"No, I wasn't a virgin when I married Jim. I had lost my virginity when I was seventeen. In fact, I lost it to one of your boy friends."
"I don't believe it."
"It's true," Nancy said.
"Which one?"
"The one with the glasses. That smooth talker."
"Peter Kiley."
"That's the one. Pete."
"But when? How?"
"He made a date with me."
"While he was still going with me?"
"That's right."
"And he was your first lover?"
"Uh huh."
"I'm glad I didn't marry him. He asked me several times."
"Now I'm asking," Nancy said. "Were you virgin when you get married?"
Judith shook her head, no.
"How old were you when you lost it?"
"This conversation is getting too much for me," Judith said.
"Don't chicken out now."
"I was sixteen, if you must know."
"Did I know him?"
"I don't think so. What difference does it make?"
"I just wondered."
"Let's go out on the lawn."
"Okay."
They brought out chairs and sat on the lawn until Jim showed up. Then they took out a table and brought out the salads. They had their lunch.
Later, the girls changed into halter and shorts and took a nap on the lawn while Jim read a book.
CHAPTER NINE
Jim was setting up a Japanese habachi when a neighbor from down the block came over. His name was Bill Dancer and he was thirty-one with black hair and craggy features. He was dressed in slacks and a short sleeve sports shirt.
"Having a barbeque?" he asked.
"Like you didn't know," Nancy said. "Okay, bring over your steak. But some day you're going to buy your own habachi and surprise the lot of us."
Bill grinned. "It tastes so much better when done over someone else's barbeque."
"Oh, sure," Nancy said. "Oh, by the way, I don't think you ever met my sister. Bill Dancer, Judith King."
"How do you do?" Bill said. "Hello," Judith said.
"You may as well eat with us," Nancy said. "I'll go get my steak." Bill turned and walked off.
"Every time we start the barbeque, Bill brings over a steak so he could use our barbeque," Nancy explained to Judith.
"Can't he afford his own?" Judith asked.
"I think he can," Jim said, grinning. "He's got plenty of money. In fact, he's loaded."
"He's a widower," Nancy said. "He lives alone. I think he's just lonely."
"He's such a young man," Judith said. "He could not be more than thirty."
"Thirty-one," Nancy said. "I guess you'd call j him handsome in an ugly way."
"Car accident," Jim said. "It seems his wife was with another man. Thel left a party together and crashed up. They were both killed."
"Bill took it pretty hard," Nancy said. "He stay-ed away from women for a long time but now-"
Jim grinned. "With his money he could afford the best. You should see the chicks that visit him."
"But he'll never get serious about any of them," Nancy said. "They're floozies."
"I wish he'd introduce me to a couple," Jim said, grinning broadly. He turned and went into the house to get the briquets.
"You wouldn't know what to do with them," Nancy shouted after him. She scratched her thigh. To Judith, she said: "Even with all those girls he's still lonely. He especially likes Jim and me."
"Did he and his wife ever-you know?"
Nancy looked puzzled. "What are you talking about?"
"You know," Judith said. "Exchange wives?"
Nancy laughed. "No, we never did. Jim and I have our own circle of friends. Bill and his wife had their own circle. Bill was never really close to us until his wife died."
Bill Dancer returned with his steak.
Jim came out and spread the briquets in the habachi, lit them, and covered them with the grill. Bill put his steak on the grill and Jim put hamburgers on the remaining space.
"Come on, give me a hand," Jim said to Bill. They went into the house and returned with a bucket of ice cubes and Jim buried cans of beer in the cubes. The table and chairs had already been set up on the lawn. "I'm going to change," Jim said, after making sure the briquets were red hot. He went into the house.
When he came out again he was wearing shorts; his chest was bare. "I can lend you a pair of shorts," he told Bill.
"I won't be staying long," Bill said. "I have a date."
They ate wolfishly. Jim kept putting hamburgers on the grill. Judith stuffed herself shamelessly. She drank two cans of beer which made her sleepy. She took a nap and when she woke Bill Dancer was gone.
"How did you like Bill?" Nancy asked her. "He seemed nice."
"You interested?"
Judith laughed. "Are you trying to get me married off?"
"Why not?"
"You can do much worse," Jim said.
The turned out the bed lamp and turned on her
"Listen, you two, stop ganging up on me," Judith ordered.
"I think Bill took a shine to you," Nancy said, lighting a cigarette. "I saw the way he was looking at you."
"Well, what man wouldn't look at a woman in shorts and halter?" Judith looked down at herself. A third of her breasts were showing. "I think this halter is too small for me."
"You don't hear me complaining, do you?" Jim said, laughing.
"Better be careful," Judith kidded. "Your wife can hear you."
"Don't mind me," Nancy said. "I believe in share-the-husband plan. I'm very liberal that way."
"I may take you up on that," Judith said, kidding.
Nancy winked at Judith. "Anything for my sister."
"Say, don't I have anything to say?" Jim got in the act.
"I know you won't say no," Nancy said.
Jim rubbed his jaw. "I guess you're right." He looked Judith over carefully and boldly. "I'd be a fool to turn Judith down."
"Any man would," Nancy added.
Judith stopped laughing. Because the others had.
Something told her that they were serious.
"It's up to you, Judith," Nancy said. Her face was solemn.
Judith took a deep breath. "I think we've gone far enough. Better change the subject."
"It's up to you," Nancy said. "I can't see anything wrong-"
"Please!" Judith said, shocked.
She saw Jim looking at her breasts and she wanted to cover them. Then she remembered the pressure of his thigh against her thigh when they were in the car. A warmth stole over her.
She wanted Jim. God help her. She wanted her own sister's husband. And she knew she could have if she so desired it. He was being handed to her on a silver platter.
What did it mean to Nancy? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She had already admitted sharing Jim with other women. They had swapped mates. Heaven knew how many times.
So Nancy shared her husband once more. So what?
What if she was offering Jim to her own sister? She was certainly unconventional. She was modern and liberal and she believed her sister was very lonely and needed sex desperately. So she was willing to share her husband with Judith.
Judith leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
A thousand thoughts raced through her mind.
Something told her that she wouldn't be sleeping alone tonight. She knew she should pack and leave. But she wouldn't.
She wanted Jim.
She had refused because she was conventional in certain things. But there would be another offer. And she knew she wouldn't turn Jim down again.
CHAPTER TEN
A surprisingly cool and welcome breeze arrived and bathed their faces.
It was almost midnight.
"We'd better turn in," Nancy said.
They folded the table and brought it and the chairs into the apartment.
"How about a nightcap?" Jim asked. "Okay by me," Nancy said. "Judith?"
"I don't think so."
Judith said goodnight and went to her room. She took off her halter and shorts and crawled naked under the sheet.
She was disappointed. She had expected Jim and Nancy to approach her again about lending her Jim for the night. They hadn't. Not another word had been spoken.
She wondered if Nancy would have made the offer if she knew about Ted and Dr. Newby. Probably not. She felt sorry for Judith because Judith didn't have a man of her own. If she knew that Judith' had had two lovers in so many days she would never have offered her husband's services.
Unless, of course, Judith had a man to exchange.
After all, Nancy believed in mate swapping.
Judith sighed. She thought of Jim's masculine bare chest and his strong thighs. A nice warmth stole over her.
She turned out the bed lamp and turned on her side and closed her eyes.
The door opened and the light from the living room revealed Nancy in a sheer nightgown.
Judith held her breath. She knew why Nancy had come to her. She knew that Nancy was going to offer Jim once more. And Judith knew that this time she wouldn't refuse.
Nancy came into the room and sat on the bed. "Don't pretend you're sleeping," she said.
Judith sat up. The sheet was bunched about her waist, leaving her large breasts bare. "I wasn't pretending to be asleep."
"I've been talking it over with Jim," Nancy admitted. "Look, it's all in the family. Don't be insulted or embarrassed. You need it. Every woman does. Let Jim spend the night with you. He'll-he'll do whatever you want. Honest."
Judith took a deep breath and her breasts swelled. Whatever she wanted. She slowly nodded her head, yes.
Nancy was pleased. "I knew you'd see reason." She stared at Judith's naked breasts. "I know Jim is going to have fun with you."
Judith flushed.
Nancy jumped off the bed and went into the living room.
Judith sat there, her breasts exposed, with the light from the living room shining on them.
Jim appeared suddenly in the doorway. He was dressed in pajama pants. His chest was bare.
Judith stared at him and realized he was looking at her naked breasts. It was the first time her brother-in-law had ever seen her exposed bosom. She almost covered herself and then realized that soon Jim would be in bed with her and making love to her.
Jim came into the room. He didn't bother shutting the living room door. "I want to see what I'm doing," he explained.
Judith leaned back against the pillows.
Jim stepped out of his pajama pants and Judith stared at his naked manhood. He was already excited.
Jim stripped the sheet down to the foot of the bed and stared at her completely naked body. He licked his lips in anticipation. He sat on the bed and put his hands on her breasts.
Judith felt his strong fingers mold her breasts and her nipples instantly hardened. Her breasts seemed to swell under his ministrations. He felt the texture of the breasts, the satiny smoothness. Judith saw him bending down and his hands came away and his mouth was feasting on her proud mounds.
His kisses left wet trails over the hillocks. His mouth fastened on a nipple and the teeth bit gently around it.
She moaned because she couldn't help it. She was afraid her sister would hear and that would embarrass her. His mouth went to her other nipple and his hand was playing with her thighs and then cupping her moist flesh. And then she moaned loud-ed and she didn't care whether Nancy heard her or not.
She put up one hand and ran the fingers through his hair.
He crawled up on the bed, kneeling by her side, and then he started to wander down her body. He came to her belly and his tongue explored her navel. His fingers were still playing with her female flesh. Her quives told him that she was ready.
He prepared himself to take her-right then and there.
"No," she said. "Not now. Later maybe. Keep kissing me."
He bent his head and kissed the hollow between her big breasts He squeezed her breast and kissed the nipple.
She pushed his head down.
He came again to her rounded belly and he kissed the smooth skin surrounding her navel. He kissed her thighs and they parted and she drew up one knee. His mouth traveled up and down her secret joys.
Suddenly his head shifted and he planted a kiss on her feminine secret flesh. He waited for her reaction. All she did was gasp and toss her head from side to side.
He was pleased. He bent his head, settled himself, and now he feasted upon the choice target of her femininity.
She gasped again and his tongue tortured her body. His hands cupped her buttocks and he was mouthing her flesh, using teeth, lips and tongue.
Her fingers closed over his ears and brought his face closer to her hungry body. Her limbs closed over his head. Her hips moved back and forth on the bed.
She groaned with every dart of his hot wet tongue.
She suddenly cried out and her pinnacle was reached.
He took his mouth away from her throbbing body and he positioned himself, taking her. He went ahead and started his movements. His hands captured her solid, nipple-tipped breasts and his fingers sank gently into the soft flesh.
He kept on loving her and she responded by moving her hips.
Her fingers raked his flesh and she groaned and her peak was reached again ... and again.
He groaned and let loose the passion that had been building up in him. He kept on everything in a series of spasms until his passion ebbed.
He rolled away, and she pated his buttocks. He kissed her mouth and fondled her breasts.
"I've wanted you for a long time," he admitted.
She was silent. She didn't regret her action. She had enjoyed herself with him.
He kissed her. "I'm spending the night with you. Okay?"
"Okay," she said.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Want something to drink?" Jim asked her.
"All right. A coke will do."
"I'll put something in it." He kissed her mouth, smoothed down her thighs with his hand and jumped out of bed.
He went into the living room.
Judith wondered if Nancy was asleep or had been listening to all the moans and groans and gasps.
Jim came back with two glasses of coke. He admitted putting rum in the soft drinks. They sat on the bed, both naked, and drank. "Is Nancy asleep?" she asked Jim. "I think so."
"I-I feel so funny about all this," she said. "Why?"
"Well, you know." Judith flushed. "After all, you're my brother-in-law. It just isn't done."
"But it has been done," Jim pointed out.
"That doesn't mean it's right."
"Well, we can't undo it," he laughed. "Don't be such a square."
"I'm not a square."
"There's no reason why we can't have some fun," Jim said. "Look, we enjoyed it. That's all that counts. Nancy though you needed it. And I didn't mind being stud. Look, you have a wonderful body. I didn't walk in here just out of a sense of duty, because you're Nancy's sister and she felt you needed some loving. I came because I wanted to. You have a sweet round body. I've wanted to taste it for a long time. Why not? When Nancy suggested this, I was all for it. She didn't have to convince me. I'm glad it happened. Aren't you?"
Judith decided to be truthful "Yes, I'm glad. I-I enjoyed it very much."
He took her glass from her hand and put it away. "How about being nice to me?"
'What do you mean?"
"I did something nice for you, didn't I?"
Judith knew what he wanted. "I won't refuse you anything, Jim."
He smiled broadly. "That's more like it. For a while, I thought you were too conventional. Strait-laced. Know what I mean?"
"I know what you mean."
"I'm glad you're like Nancy."
"Does Nancy do whatever you want?"
He played with her breasts. "Always." Suddenly he lay down flat on his back. He crossed his arms under his head. "Be nice to me," he said. "Be very nice to me."
She ran her hand over his chest, caressed his pebble-like nipples, pinched them. Her hand went down to his belly, below his belly and felt the power of his strength. She cupped him underneath and his muscles bulged in her hand. She squeezed him gently and he sighed. She bent her head, her mouth showed him what she could do for his needs. He sighed again. She bit gently. Then her mouth captured him, and her head was a dizzy blur of movement.
He groaned from the friction and he twisted and turned, his body tense and tingling. Her mouth was a burning flame, scorching the center of his body.
Judith felt the throbbing response in her mouth and she was becoming warm from loving him this way. She shifted her hips and now she was going to have him serve her too. She felt his lips against the flesh of her body and she moaned despite the fact that her mouth was still kissing him.
They kissed each other this way until twitches shook them both and they separated after a while. He sat up and pated her tummy.
She smiled up at him. "You're quite a brother-in-law," she said, stretching. She was very pleased with herself.
"I aim to please."
"Only one thing that bother me," she said. 'What's that?"
"How will I face Nancy in the morning?"
"Are you kidding?"
"No, I'm serious."
"You mean you feel guilty?" He laughed at her. "Listen, there's nothing to feel guilty about. We are not children. We all know what we're doing."
"I guess I have lots to learn."
"And I'll help teach you." He gathered her up in his arms and kissed her.
Her arms snaked about his neck. "Jim," she moaned. "Make love to me again. Please."
He made love to her.
They slept very little that night.
Over the breakfast table the next morning, Nancy said, "I hope you two had a grand time."
"We did," Jim admitted.
"It was marvelous," Judith gushed and she saw Nancy was pleased. Judith felt at ease during breakfast. It was as if nothing had happened. Maybe that was the way to live. Maybe Nancy had the right idea.
After breakfast, they took a walk. Nancy and Judith were in halters and shorts. Jim wore Bermuda shorts.
It was still early and yet it was already hot.
The sun was high and yellow in the sky. "It's nice here," Judith said. "I've been thinking of buying a house," Nancy said. "A two family house."
"Why a two family house?" Judith asked. "Then you can move in with us," Nancy said. "Now that would be cozy," Jim said. "I like my apartment," Judith said. "And I'm used to city life. I like the noise and the crowds."
"We'll talk you into it," Nancy said. They saw Bill Dancer sitting on a lawn, getting the sun. He was in shorts. Judith had to admire his athletic physique. Bill saw them and waved. "Want to walk with us?" Nancy asked. "Too tired," Bill said.
"That must have been some date," Jim said, winking. Bill shrugged.
"Jim, that wasn't nice," Judith said.
"Don't worry about Bill," Nancy said, as they continued walking. "Bill is broad-minded and he can take an awful lot of kidding."
Nancy was the first to suggest they head back. "Walking is okay as long as you don't overdo it."
They walked back.
They spent most of the day on the lawn.
That night Nancy slept with her husband.
Judith heard the signs of lovemaking coming through the wall. Nancy had probably heard her and Jim last night.
It took a long time for Judith to fall asleep.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was Monday afternoon. Judith had already unpacked her suitcase and was fixing a light, lunch when the phone summoned her. She answered it and it was Nancy.
"Guess what?" Nancy said.
"What?"
"Bill Dancer was just here."
"You mean you're having another barbeque?"
"No, silly. He was here asking about you."
"Are you serious?"
"Cross my heart."
"What did he want to know?"
"All about you," Nancy said. "I think he's interested."
"Don't be silly. With all those girls he has on the line, why should he be interested in me?"
"Maybe he wants to seduce you. Maybe he's marriage minded. Who knows and who cares? Look, he's a man with money. What have you got to lose? So you go out with him. You don't have to sleep with him if you don't want to. You may end up with a lover or a husband. Either way, you're ahead."
Judith laughed. "Nancy, you're impossible."
"Look, I have given him your phone number. Don't be a fool. Go out with him. Maybe you'll like him. Do it for me."
"Stop looking out for me," Judith begged.
"Will you see him?"
"All right. Just to please you."
"Oh, sure. Just to please me. Listen, Judith, you won't be sorry. Bill Dancer is one of the nicest men I've ever met."
"I said I'd go out with him. If he asks me."
"He will. Listen, I'll be home most of the day. Call me after you talk to him, tell me what he says."
"What is this, a segment from True Confessions?"
"So long, Judith." Nancy hung up.
Judith replaced the receiver. She had her lunch and was getting settled on the divan with a magazine when the phone rang.
She picked it up, said hello, and heard Bill Dancer's voice.
There was a trace of embarrassment in his voice but eventually it disappeared and after a few minutes of small talk he asked her if she would like to go to a party that night.
"I don't like parties where everyone is a stranger," Judith confessed. "I feel uncomfortable."
"This is a very informal party. Not too many people. A small crowd. You don't even have to dress."
"Oh, really."
"I mean, you can come in skirt and blouse if you want to. It's that kind of thing." 'All right," she said.
"I'll pick you up about nine," he said. "We don't have to stay long. I'll have you home by midnight if you're a working girl."
"No, I don't work."
"You must be rich?"
"Not really. My husband left me money and there were two insurance policies." She paused. Why was she telling him all this? It was a personal thing. And she wasn't even sure she liked him. She hardly knew this man and she was telling him intimate things about her life.
"I'll see you at nine ... Judith." He hung up.
Judith went back to the divan and started reading her magazine. Then she remembered that Nancy wanted to know the outcome of the phone call. She got back on the phone and dialed Nancy's number.
She told Nancy that she had a date that very night, that she was going to a party.
"Good," Nancy said. "It may turn into a sex orgy."
"Nancy, you're impossible."
"You said that before."
"And I'm saying it again."
Nancy laughed. "I wish you'd loosen up."
"I'm loose enough."
"Just don't be a wet blanket if somebody suggests fun and games," Nancy said. "Get into the spirit of things."
"Now listen to this. The kid sister telling the older sister what to do."
"And why not?" Nancy said, laughing and hanging up.
Denholm Evans, the host, was fifty with a shock of iron gray hair. He was tall, slim, well-mannered. He had retired three years ago from a corporation that produced the finest stoves and refrigerators in the country. He had retired as a vice-president. He had devoted twenty years to the company and had bought every share that ever came on the market. He retired as an active officer and yet he was one of the biggest stockholder in the company. He was set for life.
Denholm Evans loved the village. He had seeked an apartment which would serve his purposes. He had found it. He had bought the building which the apartment was in. It was a seven room apartment with three bedrooms. During one of his parties the bedrooms were always occupied.
He had surrounded himself with a few select friends and he rarely catered to outsiders.
When Bill Dancer brought Judith to his latest party he was pleasantly surprised. Judith was a beautiful redhead and Denholm Evans loved redheads, especially redheads with big bosoms.
Judith had on a tight form-fitting dress, sleeveless, with a square neck. She noticed her host's eyes on her bosom and saw that he was pleased with her.
Bill took her around to the ones he knew and somebody pressed a scotch and soda in her hand.
There was music coming from somewhere and couples were dancing.
"It's a large apartment," Judith said.
"Seven rooms."
"You told me he lives alone," Judith reminded Bill. "Why should a single man want such a large apartment?"
"He likes to see his friends happy. He has extra bedrooms just for his friends. And he has a little harem all his own."
"Oh, I see." Judith sipped at her drink and teased Bill. "You and he ever share your women?"
"Sometimes."
"I'd better be careful."
"Oh, you're safe. Besides, I'm taking you out of here before the real action starts."
"How do you know I want to be safe?" Judith said boldly.
"You're my neighbor's sister," he said, grinning. "I have to be extra careful with you."
"My, aren't you thoughtful."
"Besides, you're not the run-of-the-mill type that ends up in one of Denholm's parties. You're-well-different."
"You think I'm a good girl?"
"There's no such thing as a good girl. Let's just say you're not crazy wild. At least, I hope you're not."
"Why should you care one way or another?"
"Because I like you," he said. He put his arm around her waist. "Want to come out on the terrace?"
"All right."
She took her drink with her. They walked out onto the terrace and Bill shut the French window behind them. She thought he was going to kiss her but he just stood with her, his arm around her, looking down on Waverly Place.
"I once thought Greenwich Village held an attraction for me," he said. "But I was wrong. I was brought up on O'Henry and Poe. I couldn't read novels. Had no patience. So I stayed with short stories and I wondered about the authors of those short stories and read everything I could about them. I thought I would love the Village the way they did. But the Village isn't the same anymore. Too many phonies. The talent has vanished. Growing a beard and walking around in sandals or bare feet doesn't give one talent. The Village is a fraud."
"Mr. Evans seems to like the Village."
"He does. He's fifty but he's a kid. To him the Village is excitement. He's a romantic. He can't see through the facade the phonies put on. But I can. I run when I see them. Evans stays and enjoys them."
"If that's the way you feel about it, why did you come to his party?" Judith wanted to know.
"I like him. We've done business together. We're pals."
"And you share your women with him," she added.
"Yes," he said lightly. "That too."
"What if you were going steady with a girl-"
"That's different," he said, not giving her a chance to finish. "I won't share a steady girl friend nor would I share a wife." His eyes narrowed.
"There are couples who swap mates. I don't believe in that."
Judith studied his face. "Are you trying to tell me something?" she wanted to know.
He paused. "I thought-No, never mind."
"You know about Nancy and Jim," she guessed.
"Yes," he admitted. "I didn't know if you knew or not. What they do is their business. I just don't believe in it."
"How did you find out?"
"Jim told me."
"Have-have you talked to Jim lately?"
"This afternoon."
"What-what else did he tell you?"
"Nothing. Nothing of importance."
Judith had been afraid that Jim had told Bill about their session together Saturday night. It was obvious that Jim talked too much.
"Does Nancy know that Jim told you?" she asked.
"I don't know. I don't think so. Nancy never said anything and neither did I."
"Have-have you said anything to their neighbors?"
Bill was angry. "What do you think I am, a gossip?"
"I'm sorry." She was contrite. She tossed off her drink. "Nancy is my sister. You can imagine how I feel."
"It's her life. You can't tell her how to live."
"I suppose you're right. But-but I don't tell her how to live. I know she won't listen to me anyhow."
He looked at her empty glass. "Can I get you another drink?"
"No, thank you."
"Would you like to dance?"
"Yes, I think I would." They went back in.
Much had happened during the short time they had been on the terrace. One of the girls had started to strip and the others had formed a circle around her. One couple were on a divan making love. The girl's skirt was up to her waist, baring her long white thighs. The man had taken off her blouse and was cupping her bra-filled breasts.
The girl stripping was down to bra and panties.
"Do you want to go?" Bill said in Judith's ear.
"No," Judith said firmly. "Let's sit on the floor and watch her."
"It may get rougher," he reminded her.
"I hope it does," she said recklessly.
He shrugged and they joined the circle on the floor.
The girl in the middle of the circle was unhooking her bra. She flung it away and everybody clapped their hands.
She couldn't have been more than twenty. Her breasts were well rounded and firm and the nipples were pink. She danced away, unashamed, with a pagan recklessness that seemed to affect most of the men.
Bill put his arm around Judith's shoulders and his hand strayed down to her breast. Judith started. She put her hand on his and was about to remove it when his fingers sank into the breast and a glorious thrill shot through her body. She covered his hand and pressed it deeper against her breast.
The dancing girl shrugged off her panties and it fel to her ankles. She stepped out of them, whirled around, her hair trailing after her like a cloak, her breasts and thighs flashing. Then she sank to the floor, on her back, one knee up.
"Anyone interested?" Denholm Evans said.
A man stood up, said, "Sure, I'm interested. Why not?" He started to undress.
Judith gasped. She knew the man was going to make love to the dancer in front of everyone.
"We can still go?" Bill said, hearing her gasp.
She shook her head no.
Bill started to fondle her breast.
The man was naked now. He was young with red hair and a good athletic body. He was well-endowed. He sank down, separated the girl's thighs. Everyone gasped and sighed. His hands took hold of the rounded breasts and squeezed them. He took her and the girl's limbs gripped his waist.
Bill pulled Judith in against him and kissed her neck. His fingers squeezed her breast. He took her hand and placed it on his lap.
Judith felt his excitement. She knew that she wouldn't be sleeping alone tonight.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The man had finished. He got to his feet.
Another man took his place. The girl welcomed him as she had welcomed the first man.
Judith watched for a few minutes and then whispered to Bill. "Are you going to take your turn?"
"I only want you," he whispered back. His free hand slid under her dress and caressed her thighs.
Judith was pleased with his answer. "Kiss me," she said.
He kissed her mouth.
She turned and watched the girl and the man in the middle of the circle. She was very hot. Soon she would suggest that they leave. She would take him home with her. They couldn't go to his place. Nancy and Jim might see them. Her apartment was the best place.
She turned and saw the couple on the divan. They were both nude now. They were in the middle of that age old ritual, the man-woman act.
One of the couples in the circle started to make love.
"We'd better go," Bill said. "Or I'll take you here and now."
"Yes," Judith said. "Yes. Let's go." They got to their feet.
Denholm Evans called Bill. He took Bill aside and Judith went into the bathroom to powder her face.
When she was ready to leave the door opened and a woman came in. She had a full figure with brown hair very short. She had on a skirt and blouse. "Leaving so early?" she asked.
"Yes," Judith said.
"My name is Terry Burns. I saw you come in with Bill Dancer. He forgot to introduce us."
"I'm Judith King."
"I won't beat around the bush," Terry said. "I was quite taken with you when you walked in. I hope to see you again."
Judith took a deep breath. So that was it. Terry was a dyke. She liked Judith. She wanted to know Judith better.
"I'm afraid you made a mistake," Judith said. "I'm not what you think."
"Then you're a challenge," Terry said. "Look, a bathroom is no place to talk. Why don't you give me a ring and we'll talk things over? What have you got to lose?"
"Not a chance," Judith said. She started to walk around Terry.
"At least, take my number in case you change your mind. Look, I pay for what I want."
Judith was indignant. "Now you are making a mistake. I'm not for hire. Do you mind getting out of my way?"
"You can always get my number from Denholm."
Judith brushed by Terry and went to the living room. Bill was at the front door, waiting for her. They went down together.
In his car, Judith said, "What did Denholm want?"
He pulled away from the curb. "You," he said honestly.
Judith started. One surprise after another. "Me? But he knew I was with you."
"Yes. He also thought you were a pickup."
Judith giggled. "When does he take his turn?"
"He doesn't," Bill said, grinning. "I told him I knew your whole family. That you were a decent girl. He apologized all over the place. Now you're mine and nobody else's."
Judith squeezed his thigh. "I didn't think we'd end up-you know-like this. Together."
"Why not?" he said. "We need each other."
"That dancer and the men," she said practically. "We both got worked up and now we're going to have some fun by ourselves. It's as simple as that."
"I thought we liked each other."
"That too. But-"
"Wait a minute," he said hurriedly. "Let's not analyze our motives for going to bed. That's too cold-blooded. You'll take all the enjoyment out of it."
"Yes, you're right. You're so right. I'm sorry."
"Shall we go to your place?"
"We'd better," she giggled. "Did you like the party?"
"Yes. But we weren't there long."
"Is it my fault you got carried away?"
"Ha! Look who's talking. Just don't go through any red lights, my passionate friend."
Judith opened the door, snapped on the lights. She turned on the window fan. "I can't wait fori winter," she said.
"And then you'll cry you can't wait for summer,! he said. He took her in his arms and kissed her.
"Yes, you're right. I'm not happy with summer J and I'm not happy with winter."
He kissed her again and her arms snaked around! his neck. She pressed her full ripe body against I him and gave him the benefit of her rounded and! juicy breasts.
His hands swept across her back and down to I her buttocks. He felt their softness and she wriggled against him, feeling the rising excitement of I his body.
He kissed her openly and wetly and passionately. His tongue went into her mouth and explored the inside of her warm cavern. Her teeth bit his tongue.
He broke the kiss. "Let's go into the bedroom and have a ball." They went into the bedroom.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Slowly and gently, he began to open the buttons of her dress. There was no slip, just a white bra and peach-colored panties. He helped her take off her dress and she got into bed. He stripped down to his shorts and joined her.
He put his hand on her belly, slipping his fingers under the elastic of her panties and his fingers stroked her navel and the crisp region underneath. His fingers went lower still and found where she was most sensitive.
She gasped as his fingers explored her. She began to move her body a little.
He took his hand from under her panties and pushed her flat on the sheet, both hands on her shoulders. He went closer and hugged her, his chest against the material of her bra. He kissed her and his hand stole under her and opened the clasp of her bra.
He removed the bra and studied the perfection of her rounded breasts. He saw the satiny skin, the strawberry nipples, the fullness of the mounds. He finally put his hands on them and the nipples hardened against his palms.
He kissed the valley between them and then he squeezed her breasts together and his tongue lashed out between them, wetting the edges of the hillocks. His mouth wandered to a nipple and bit gently on it and then went to its twin. He bit this one and she moaned. He lashed out with his tongue and the niple throbbed.
He took his mouth away and again looked down at her.
She lay there with some embarrassment, letting him look at her for as long as he pleased. She even moved her body so that her breasts moved, adding to his enjoyment. She knew her breasts were full and rounded and firm and she wanted him to look at them and admire them.
He moved his head down again and kissed the tender skin between her breasts. Then he moved again to her breasts.
He moved his tongue around the soft curve of one breast and then he did the same with the other. He tasted the smooth skin first and then he came to the circlet surrounding the nipple and ran his tongue all around it and then across the nipple itself.
She stiffened visibly and whimpered. "Like that?" he asked. "Yes," she moaned.
"There's more," he said. "Much more."
He opened his mouth wide and the nipple vanished into it. It was as if he were trying to swallow her entire breast.
She moaned as the chewing motion sent the thrills through her body, making her twist and turn.
He went to the other breast and featsted on it like a hungry man. Her moans and groans filled the room.
He finally started to travel all over. He came to the smooth navel-decorated belly and he kissed the marble-like skin, savoring the sweetness of her skin. Her thighs were spread and she was gasping and heaving.
He supported himself on one elbow and tugged down her panties. She was naked now. Completely naked. He shed his shorts and he also was naked. He went down to her thighs and she whimpered as he traveled up and down the length of her smooth rounded white soft thighs.
He could sense the response of her womanhood and he was thrilled. He kissed moist flesh and she moved her hips back and forth. His head shifted and then he was planting kisses on the secret sweetness of her female body. His lops were everywhere and she cried out at the sudden invasion.
She reached the heights of her passion and her body shuddered to a peak. She put her hands on his head and kept his face against her while his mouth continued to love her.
She reached her peak again and again and then it was too painful to let him continue. "Enough," she cried out.
He took his face away from her warm flesh and he lay back, looking up at the ceiling and he heard her quick breathing. He turned on his side to face her. "Was it all right?" he said.
"It was perfect, darling," she said.
He fondled her breast. "I'm glad."
"Let me catch my breath," she said, "and then I'll take care of you. I'll be very nice to you."
He thrilled to her words. He squeezed her breasts and kissed them. He waited for her to catch her breath.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
She sat up and she leaned over him. She ran her hand across his chest. Then her mouth found his nipple and she bit down on it and her teeth bit gently around it and he groaned.
She went to his other nipple and punished it and he was moving his body on the bed. She put her hand on his belly and felt him. She moved her hand down and felt his quiver. Her mouth went down to where her hand was and she started kissing him.
His flesh throbbed under her hungry lips.
Her teeth bit gently and her tongue caressed. She heard him groaning and her tongue worked faster, rasping against his body. Her teeth scraped him.
She cupped him underneath and her fingers molded his. Her head bobbed and her mouth was most active. His hand rubbed her buttocks and she wriggled and his fingers ran up and down the edge of her half moon buttock and one finger dared to be hold and she sighed at this unique invasion.
His body started to move upwards, then his buttocks squirmed. "Better stop," he gasped. His finger was still doing wonderful things to her.
But she refused to stop. She kept it up.
He suddenly groaned and his desire erupted now violently. She bobbed her head once or twice and then ran into the bathroom.
He felt exhausted, but pleasantly so.
She came back and she pressed her body against his.
They kissed.
"That was wonderful," he told her. She suddenly became serious. "Bill?"
"What is it?"
"I don't want you to think badly of me."
"What do you mean?"
"It was our first date and I let you into my bed. You probably think the worst of me and I can't blame you for that. But I'm not loose. Really I'm not. I was always faithful to my husband. I never once cheated on him."
"I believe you."
She couldn't tell him about Ted and Dr. Newby. Maybe one day if she felt he would understand. But, for now, she wouldn't say a word about her two flings with hert friend's husband and her doctor.
And then she remembered that there had been a third affair and very recently too. The session with Jim, her own sister's husband. That was something she would never tell Bill Dancer. She would be too ashamed. Bill would never understand that.
He already knew how unconventional Nancy and Jim was. Jim had told him about his wife swapping with other couples. Jim talked too much. She was surprised Jim hadn't told Bill that he had been to bed with her and that it had been instigated by his own wife. Unless, of course, Jim had said something and Bill wasn't letting on.
Was Bill playing some kind of game? Was this all an act so that he could get her in bed?
No, she told herself. It couldn't be.
Why must she be suspicious of Bill? It wasn't right.
She liked Bill. She liked him very much. Was something going to come out of this? Would she and Bill just make love once in a while until one or the other or both became tired? Was that the way it was going to be? Or would they discover they were in love with each other? What then? Would they marry? Was Bill the marrying kind?
According to Nancy and Jim, Bill had plenty of money and plenty of girls. There was no reason for him to give up his little harem. Unless he really fell in love. And could he fall in love with a young widow?
Well, time would tell.
"You look so serious," Bill said.
"I was wondering what you think of me."
"I think you're marvelous. And I don't think any the less of you because we went to bed on our first date. Honest."
"I believe you, darling."
They embraced.
Judith knew it was going to be a splendid night.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The party was over. It was four in the morning. Denholm Evans had made arrangements with one of the girls to stay behind. She was a model of bras. She was a size thirty-six. Her hair was brown and her figure was slim and her breasts were rounded and firm.
But she wasn't the only female that stayed behind.
Denholm discovered Terry Burns in one of the bedrooms. She was in her slip and fast asleep. The slip had hiked up and revealed her full white thighs.
He grinned down at her and ran his hand up one thigh. Terry mumbled something and woke up. She looked up at Denholm. "Hi."
"Get a good sleep?"
"Not bad. Where's Sally?"
"Who?"
"I didn't crawl into this bed alone," Terry said. Denholm shrugged his shoulders. "I found you alone."
"I guess she fled the coop." Terry got off the bed and searched for her skirt and blouse. "That was some dish Bill Dancer brought with him," she said, stepping into her skirt.
"Don't tell me you're interested?"
"Why not?" She put on her blouse and buttoned it.
"She's different."
"Oh? How?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "She's no pickup."
"That's what you say."
"That's what Bill said."
"Don't tell me you're interested?"
"Well, why not?"
"I thought you and Bill sometimes share your women?"
"I told you, Bill said she's different. He knows her family."
"I'll bet you they're in bed together right now," she said.
"I won't take that bet. You're probably right. But maybe she just beds with Bill and no one else."
"Do you happen to have her address and phone number?"
He shook his head, no.
"Maybe you don't want to give it to me?" she said.
"Tonight was the first time I ever saw her," he stated. "There was no earthly reason for her to give me her address or phone number."
"All right, Denholm. I believe you. But I'm going after that sweet cup of tea anyway. I like big-bosomed redheads."
"So do I."
"May the best man win."
Denholm grinned down at her. "Did you ever have a man, Terry?"
"That's my business."
"You know, I've been to bed with lesbians. They are not half bad."
"Really? Well, this is one lezzie you can forget about."
"I have a beautiful model waiting for me in one of the bedrooms. I'll share her with you."
"Aren't you generous?' "Why not? We're friends, are we not?"
"What's the catch?"
He looked at the bulge in her blouse made by her breasts. "We have a circus, the three of us."
"I like you, Denholm, but not that way."
"Just this once. I won't bother you again."
"Sorry, pal."
"All right, dear. But you can't blame me for trying. You have such a wonderful shape."
"Yes, I know."
"Don't be so modest."
He walked with her to the door. "Let me know how you make out," he said, opening the door.
"I will," she said, walking out.
He went to the bedroom where the model was waiting. Her name was Helen Martin and she was in bed, nude. He studied her figure; her large, well rounded breasts, her sweet-looking pink nipples, her slim waist, her long white thighs, her boyish hips. Then he undressed.
Helen Martin was grateful to Denholm Evans. He had introduced her to the right people and she was now one of the top underwear models in the city. She had a decent income and she owed it to Denholm. She was so grateful that she never refused him anything.
He crawled into bed and she looked up at him. He studied her body once again. Then he played with her breasts and he talked to her at the same time. "You know Bill Dancer, don't you?" He made her nipples harden.
She nodded her head, yes.
"I owe him plenty of favors. You wouldn't mind going to bed with him, would you? As a favor to me?"
"I won't refuse you anything, you know that."
"That's my girl." He tweaked her nipples. "Put your hand on me."
She reached and found him. Her fingers pulled and stroked.
"That's my girl," he said.
He was very excited. "Turn over," he said.
Without a word, she turned over.
He stroked her buttocks. Then he loomed high over her, put his hands on her shoulders as if to keep her down, and rubbed his body against her. Then he completely took her.
"I love this," he said. "This is what I'm going to do to Bill's girl. I've never refused him any girl I ever had. He isn't going to refuse me her." His body was very active.
She started to moan.
This made him even more excited.
She shuddered faster and deeper. Suddenly he gasped and his passion reached a high peak. He bit her neck and rolled away.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
It was five in the morning when Terry Burns got to her apartment. She was restless. She thought about Judith King and she was like a cat in a cage. That was the way she got when she saw a girl she wanted and couldn't have. She was determined to have Judith.
Now she was restless and wanted someone, anyone. It was five in the morning. Who could she call at this awful hour?
She thought for a minute and then got on the phone. She dialled a number.
A sleepy voice answered.
"Laura, this is Terry. Busy?"
"Busy sleeping. Do you know what time it is?"
"You can sleep any time. How about coming over?"
"You're crazy. Have you been drinking?"
"Some. Not enough. How about it?"
"No, damn it. Not a chance. Look, call me in the afternoon."
"I might not feel like it in the afternoon."
"I know you," Laura said. "You'll feel like it in the afternoon or anytime."
"Beast."
"Same to you."
"Listen, I was at Denholm's last night. I met a redhead. Big ones. Wonderful headlights. Man, oh, man. She sent me. I'm still standing on my head."
"And you didn't make out," Laura said "So you called me."
"I'll get her. Don't worry. Look, come on over."
"You're beginning to sound like a cigarette commercial."
"Damn you!"
"Go take a cold shower."
"You don't appreciate me," Terry said.
"No, I don't. Not at five o'clock in the morning. Maybe I'll appreciate you this afternoon."
Terry sighed. "All right. You win. What can I do? Shall I come to you?"
"If you want."
"All right, baby."
"Now go take a cold shower. You're too heated up."
"I like being heated up."
"You'll become frustrated."
"Don't worry about me. See you this afternoon." Terry hung up. Damn. She had wanted Laura. She knew Laura would have been a poor substitute for Judith King. But even a poor substitute was better than nothing.
She didn't take Laura's advice about the cold shower. She went to bed naked and tossed and turned and finally fell asleep.
She awoke less than five hours later. She took a bath, put on a skirt and blouse, slipped her bare feet into sandals and hung a straw bag over her left shoulder. She went down, found a restaurant and had a late breakfast. She smoked several cigarettes after her coffee and looked at her watch several times.
She took a walk through a park where a man tried to pick her up. She ignored him.
It was going to be a scorcher. She sat on a bench and watched the women walking around in shorts and admired the pretty legs and long silken thighs.
A cab took her to Laura's.
Laura Kendall was twenty-nine black hair. She was tall and slim. She had on lounging pajamas. They kissed and Terry 'patted Laura's hip. "Shall I make you a drink?" Laura said. "I could use one."
"I'll make something tall and cold. How about a gin buck?"
Bill put him off. She's no pickup and all that rot.
Laura watched Terry undress and she felt desire tion.
"Okay, I'll help you squeeze the lines." They went into the kitchen and made gin bucks. Laura put ice cubs in two tall frosted glass.
They sat in the living room, drinking.
"Tell me about this redhead you met," Laura urged.
"You can just eat her up," Terry said. "I'll bet."
"Even Denholm would like to take a crack at her. I saw the gleam in his eye. She was with Bill Dancer. Denholm wanted his pound of flesh but Bill put him off. She's no pickup and all that rot. Well, I've made up my mind. She's for me." .
"You must have it bad."
"Bad enough. I'll probably get bored after a weekend with her. But till then, I want her and I mean to have her."
"You don't always get your way," Laura pointed out.
"don't remind me." Laura sighed.
Terry got up and made another gin buck. She looked Laura up and down and rested her eyes on the twin bulges under the pajama coat.
Laura noticed where her eyes were. "I suppose you'll be thinking of her while you're making love to me?"
"Could be," Terry said. "Could be." She turned and went into the bedroom, carrying her drink.
Laura finished her gin buck, put the glass aside and followed Terry into the bedroom.
Terry was already undressing.
Laura shrugged off her pajama coat, stepped out of her pajama pants and got into bed. She waited for Terry.
Laura's black hair spread over the pillow, framing her skull. Her breasts were small but very firm; the nipples were almond-colored. Her thighs were long and milk-white.
Laura watched Terry undress and she felt desire build up within her. She brought up one knee and started playing with her own breasts.
Terry was naked now. She stood by the bed, stretched, lifting her full red-nippled breasts. She had a full rounded figure with large breasts, a slightly thick waist, full rounded thighs. She watched Laura play with her breasts and she wanted those hands to be her own.
Terry got into bed, grasped Laura's firm breasts, molded them.
Laura put her hands on her sides and sighed contentedly. She felt Terry's fingers probing her tea-cup-sized breasts and her nipples stiffened. She took a deep breath and her breasts pressed harder into Terry's wonderful hands.
Terry bent her head and started kissing the left breast. She heard Laura sigh and she started nipping at the breast with her small white teeth. She captured the nipple and tried to swallow it.
Laura squirmed her body under the stimulation.
Terry went to the other breast and kissed it, licked the nipple, and bit gently around the tip.
Terry's hand strayed down to Laura's flat belly and her fingers dug into the navel. Then her fingers spread out, crossed into the taboo region, reached the haven between Laura's limbs. Terry's fingers went exploring and Laura's moaned and sighed.
Terry's mouth left the small firm breasts, descended down to the flat belly, lingered on the white smooth flesh, slipped into the navel, then skipped the vital area and feasted on the squirming thighs.
Terry teased the thighs, then the inner thighs, then shifted until she was exploring where her fingers had been. She roamed freely, while Laura whimpered. Laura's hand played with Terry's buttocks.
Terry worked greedily at the soft flesh, until she heard Laura cry out sharply and then she withdrew. board, then she was made to feel the real treasure of fulfillment.
Terry groaned and her hips moved.
"Ohhh," Terry moaned. "Ohhh. Now faster. Yes. Faster. Oh, Oh, that's so good So good"
Laura hugged and kissed the partner.
Terry sighed and she squirmed and then her passion burst and she reached her peak.
"Enough?" Laura said, when Terry was lying at her side.
Terry shook her head, no.
Laura laughed. "You never have enough, do you?"
"I guess I'm oversexed."
"Well, I'm not complaining," Laura said.
"You'd better not," Terry said. She reached for Laura and brought her close to her. She hugged her.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
It was morning. Judith sat up and looked down at the sleping naked man. She remembered their lovemaking and she reached out and touched his chest. She ran her hand across his breasts and felt his nipples against her palm.
Bill Dancer opened his eyes. "Hello," he said. "Shall I make you breakfast?"
"I can eat a ton of food."
She got out of bed, naked, not caring whether he looked or not. She felt wonderful. She went into the kitchen, naked, and made ham and eggs. She called him in and they sat by the kitchen table, both naked, and had breakfast. She toasted rye bread and made a pot of coffee.
Over a second cup of coffee, she said, "I hope you don't tell Jim or Nancy anything about last night."
"You know better than that."
"I know. It's just-well, everybody likes to talk. It seems no one can keep a secret. I like to keep my private life private. Can you blame me?"
"Of course not."
"Nancy, for some strange reason, doesn't mind talking about herself. Personally, I can't see it. And Jim is no better."
"You don't like Jim, do you?"
"Oh, you're wrong. I do like Jim. He's ... nice. I think he and Nancy make a great couple. I don't go along with some of the things they do. But I like Jim. I like him very much. He just talks too much."
Bill laughed. "I guess he does."
"What are you going to do today?"
"I don't know. Why?"
"I was just wondering."
"Shall we spend the day together?"
"I'd like that."
"What do you like doing?"
"You may not think it after last night but I like going to museums. Ever been to Asia House on East Sixty-second Street?"
"Can't say that I have."
"They have an exhibit of Persian art I'd like to see."
"I'll go along. I like paintings, incidentally. How about the Museum of Modern Art afterwards?"
"Oh, fine."
They finished coffee and he borrowed a razor and shaved while she showered. Then he showered and they dressed.
They went to Asia House first and then the Museum of Modern Art. They had lunch at Trader Vic's.
"There's so much to see in New York," she said over baked fish. "People don't realize. All they can think of is plays and movies. But I like museums. I love exhibits of old art objects."
"I didn't notice any object of art in your apartment?" he said.
"What I like I can't afford," she said.
"What do you like? Maybe I'll get it for you."
"Well, there's an ancient ceremonial cup I like. It's made of gold and it cost three thousand dollars."
"Ouch."
She laughed. "See what I mean?"
"I certainly do. You must have some extraordinary taste."
"Wei, I know what I like."
"Obviously."
He paid the check and they walked a few blocks until they entered a city park. They sat on a bench and watched the pigeons strut.
"They have the life," he said.
"You mean the pigeons?"
"Yes, I mean the pigeons."
"They keep getting hit by cars and have to depend on the generosity of people in order to eat. No, I don't think they have the life. I feel sorry for them. They don't bother anyone and yet there are people who would like to get rid of them."
"Well, they can be annoying. They keep splattering people with their droppings."
"What do you want them to do, fly upside down?"
He grinned. "Now there's an idea. If we can only get the message across to them."
"No can do," she said sadly. "No communication between them and people. Besides, they wouldn't understand."
"A hopeless situation."
"We may as well give up."
They walked through the park, bought ice cream from a vendor and then backtrackted. They got into his car and he fed the motor gas. "What now?" he said.
"I think I'll go home and rest."
"Good, We'll rest together," he said. She shook her head, no.
He put his hand on her knee. "Won't we see each other again?"
"Of course. If you want to."
"How about tonight?"
"Too soon," she laughed.
He looked disappointed. "That isn't fair."
"I'm sorry, Bill. But I'm not used to having a good time every night. I'll get worn out."
"How about next weekend? We'll go away together."
She took a deep breath, let it out. "Okay."
"Swell."
"Now take me home."
"All right, but I'd rather not."
She laughed. "You'll get bored with me."
"Don't be silly."
"Listen, Bill, I'm no chicken. I'm not seventeen. I want to rest up for the week so that I'll have energy for the weekend."
"You want to store up your batteries, is that it?"
She grinned. "Something like that."
"Okay," he sighed. "Your wish is my command."
"Good. That's the way it should be." He made a left turn, turned into Central Park. "When was the last time you visited the zoo?"
"I don't remember."
"We can go now. The zoo is open."
"You just don't want to take me home."
"Something like that."
"It won't work, young man."
"I tried," he sighed. "Quit trying."
"Where would you like to go for the weekend?"
"I don't know. I'll leave it up to you."
"How about Canada?"
"Canada?"
"Sure. We can fly. It'll take about two hours. We can go to Montreal. Are you interested?"
"Yes." The idea excited her. "Sure. Why not?"
"Then it's a date." He drove her home."
CHAPTER NINETEEN
The phone was ringing when Bill Dancer entered his apartment. He picked it up and sat down ill a club chair. "Hello," he said.
"Bil, this is Denholm Evans. I have a pleasant surprise for you. Are you interested?"
"I'm always interested in a pleasant surprise."
"Her name is Helen Martin and she models brassieres."
"Sounds interesting but I think it's time I reformed."
"Reformed? That doesn't sound like you, Bill. Are you ill?"
"III? Me? No. Of course not."
"Maybe you had too much last night with that delightful redhead of yours"
"Could be," Bill laughed.
"Listen, why don't you come around and look at Helen? You'll be very pleased with her. I guarantee it."
"Well, I don't know."
"Bill, you're weakening. Listen, old chap, you didn't make any foolish promises, did you?"
"I didn't make any promises to anyone."
"All right then. You're not married or engaged. Or are you?"
"I'm single. Not married nor engaged."
"Wel, all right then. Don't tell me you're going to become a one-woman man? That's stupid. Too many fish in the sea."
"I'm half convinced."
"Take a look at this beautiful model and you'll be completely convinced. What do you say?"
"I'll be over tonight."
"Good. We'll have a ball."
"You, me and Helen?"
"Why not? Or shall I invite someone else?"
"Let's really have a swinging time. Get another girl."
"All right. Tonight?"
"Sure. About nine."
"I'll be waiting for you, Bill." Denholm hung up. Bill replaced the receiver.
He lit a cigarette and pondered what was ahead of him. Why was he acting like he was going to commit a crime? After all, he wasn't engaged to Judith King. He hadn't promised he he'd behave. Why feel guilty?
Could he be falling in love?
But that was nonsense. After all, he'd only been with Judith one night. Was she any different than the other girls he'd slept with? He didn't think so. But she was different. Very different.
He liked being with her. He liked her company.
It wasn't love. It couldn't be love. He wasn't ready to settle down with one girl and have a family. Children, bills, problems. That wasn't for him.
Maybe for the next guy. Not for Bill Dancer.
Bill had all the women he wanted. Why did life feel different about Judith King? Could she have gotten under his skin? Was that possible in so short a time?
Maybe it would be better if he didn't see her again. If he felt like this after one night with her, how would he feel after a weekend? Why, he might end up marrying her.
He shuddered at the thought.
But he didn't want to break their date. She would be hurt. And he was looking forward to the weekend with her.
Then Bill laughed at himself. He was taking things too seriously. Just because he had slept with her and was planning on a weekend with her didn't mean he had to marry her. She was a widow.
She knew about men and sex. She wasn't stupid.
Bill would meet Helen Martin tonight and he would make love to her. And maybe he would love to the other girl Denholm was getting. Well, why not? It was going to be a wild swinging time. Why not make the best of it?
And then he would have Judith during the weekend. Of course, it would have to be their first and last weekend. Many weekends and she would take him for granted. She would expect a ring. That happened when a man devoted too much time to the same girl.
There would be the weekend and then he would kiss her goodbye. It would be very pleasant. He wouldn't hurt her feelings for the world. She would understand. She would see things his way.
Bill felt better now. Much better.
He finished his cigarette and make himself a drink. He had a second drink and took his clothes off.
He got into bed and set the alarm for seven. He would have dinner and then go to Denholm's apartment.
Bill turned on his side and closed his eyes. He fell asleep within minutes.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Judith King called her sister late that afternoon. "We visited Asia House and the Museum of Modern Art. We ate at Trader Vic's and took a long walk-"
"And where did he spend the night?" Nancy asked.
"How should I know?"
"Come on now, sister dear," Nancy said, laughter in her voice. "He didn't spend the night in his apartment. I happen to know he didn't. 'Fess up. My, you act like it's a great sin to-"
"Okay," Judith said hastily. "But don't say anything to Jim."
"Why not?"
"Must Jim know everything about me? It's bad enough you know but let me keep a few secrets to myself."
"How idiotic."
"Well, that's the way I feel."
"All right, all right. I'll keep my mouth shut. Listen, is there a big romance going between you two?"
"I've only gone out with Bill once."
"You mean you slept with him once."
"Okay. I slept with him once. That doesn't mean there's a romance going. Listen, I like him. I think he likes me. I can't say anything more than that."
"But you're interested in him?"
"Yes, of course. He's fascinating."
"Let's hope there's a marriage in the future. That would be interesting. We can get together weekends. You, me, Jim and Bill. What a wonderful time. There are two brothers in our circle-"
'Wait a minute," Judith said, furious. "Let me get something straight. Are you suggesting that if Bill and I ever marry we should trade partners with you and Jim?"
"Why not?" Nancy giggled. "We'll keep it in the family."
Judith's voice was cold as ice. "You must be out of your mind. How do you dare suggest such a thing?"
"Oh, Judith, don't earry on so. I thought you were getting with it. I guess, I was wrong."
"You certainly are wrong. If you and Jim want to-want to trade mates, that's your affair. But I'll have none of it. And I'll thank you not to mention it or suggest it again."
"You're really on your high horse, aren't you?"
Judith didn't bother to answer.
"Maybe it's time I took you down a peg or two," Nancy said.
"What do you mean?"
"I know Bill didn't tell you this. He's a gentleman. But I've already been to bed with him. So what's the big deal?"
"I don't believe it."
"It's true."
"You're lying," Judith cried.
"He came over one night with a date. Jim took an interest in her and then took me aside and asked if I'd mind if he suggested to Bill that we exchange partners. I told Jim I wouldn't mind. I was interested in Bill. So he asked Bill and Bill asked his date. She agreed. So we had a ball the whole night. Jim and the girl stayed in our apartment and Bill and I went over to his apartment."
Judith was silent on her end of the line. She was silently absorbing what Nancy had just told her.
"Are you there?" Nancy asked.
"Yes, I'm here."
"Now what do you say to that?"
"How do I know it's the truth?" Judith asked coldly.
"Ask Jim. I'll have him call you when he gets home and he'll tell you himself."
"Don't bother. I'll ask Bill."
"Go ahead. I'm not lying."
"No, I don't think you are," Judith said "I hope you're proud of yourself."
"You made me do it. You and your high horse. For Pete's sake, you act like you're some sort of treasure. Well, you're not. You're ordinary, just like me."
"All right, Nancy, I'm hanging up now."
"I suppose you're furious with me?"
"Goodbye, Nancy."
"Oh, my, don't tell me you're going to stop speaking to me. Act your age, Judith. I had to show you the law of the land, so to speak. Don't be a hothead."
"I don't want to discuss it any more."
"Look, I don't want you should act like this. After all, you're my sister."
"You should have thought of that before you opened your mouth," Judith said, her voice dripping with icicles.
"You mean you'd rather not have known?"
"I didn't say that. But the reason you told me. You just wanted to get at me. That was horrible."
Nancy was contrite. "Look, I'm sorry. I made a mistake. Don't be a chump."
"Goodbye, Nancy. I'm hanging up."
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know yet."
"But-"
Judith replaced the receiver. She sat and brooded for a while and then got back on the phone. She called Bill Dancer.
Bill answered in a sleepy voice. His voice took on new life when he heard her voice. "This is a pleasant surprise."
"Bill, I want to ask you something."
"Sure, go ahead. But you sure sound serious. Is something the matter, Judith? Something happen?"
"Just promise you'll give me a straight answer."
"Okay. I promise."
"Have you ever slept with Nancy?"
There was a stunned silence. Then: "I take it for granted you mean your sister, Nancy?"
"Yes. That Nancy."
"Do you mind telling me what brought this on?"
"You promised to give me a straight answer, remember?"
He sighed. "Yes, I remember."
"Well?"
"Yes, I slept with Nancy."
"That's all I wanted to know."
"Judith, will you listen to me?"
"I've listened long enough. To you, to Nancy. I'm tired. I-I won't be able to make it this weekend, Bill."
"If that's the way you feel about it."
"Goodbye, Bill." She hung up.
He hadn't pleaded or begged. She wondered if he was glad that she had called off their weekend date?
She went into the bedroom and sank onto the bed. She buried her face in the pillow and cried.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Bill Dancer replaced the receiver.
First he felt elated. He didn't have to worry now about brushing her off later. She had brushed him off.
He tried to sleep again but it was no use. He got out of bed, showered, and sat naked in a club chair, drinking a whiskey and soda.
What could have happened? Why had she called like that, out of the blue sky and asking if he had slept with Nancy?
She just couldn't have guessed. Had she talked to someone? Most likely. But who?
Jim or Nancy. That was who. No one else knew.
But why was he in a sweat about it? He didn't want to get serious about her or any girl. Yet he was brooding about the fact that there wouldn't be a weekend date or any more dates with her.
And it wasn't the fact that she had brushed him off that was bothering him. He didn't feel his male pride had been wounded.
How much did he like her? He was sure it was not love. It could very well develop into love. Which wasn't that he wanted. But he was brooding about the fact that she had broken off with him.
He dialled Nancy's number. She got on the phone. "Yes?"
"Nancy, this is Bill."
"Oh, hello, Bill. Did Judith just call you?"
"A little while ago."
"Uh, huh."
"Look, can I come over and see you?"
"I think it'll be better if I come over to see you. I'll be there in a couple of minutes." She hung up.
Bill put the receiver back on the rest bar. He had a drink ready for her when she showed up.
Nancy was in halter and shorts. Her small breasts hardly moved under her halter because they were that firm. She sank into the divan and accepted his drink.
He told her about the phone call from Judith and waited for her to speak.
"I let it slip," Nancy admitted and sipped at her drink. "She got on her high horse because-well, never mind."
"Go ahead and tell me," he urged. "Tell me everything. Don't be modest or secretive now, for heaven's sake!"
"Well, I suggested that if you and she married we could-we could swap mates."
Bill looked at her in astonishment. "Why did you suggest that? You know not everybody is as broadminded as us. Sure, you, Jim and me don't mind doing certain things. We're very broad-minded. But that doesn't mean the whole world is like that."
"I only suggested it. All she had to do is say no." Nancy's tone was defensive. "But she gets on her high horse and practically tells me off. That's when I told her that we had slept together."
"But why did you suggest it?"
"Well, why not? We slept together and I liked it. I've thought about-you know-going to bed with you again."
Bill stared at her. "You're foolish for admitting it. I might take advantage of you."
She took a deep breath and her hard breasts strained against her halter "You wouldn't be taking advantage of me. I'd welcome your advances. I can't help it. I loved it when we spent that night together. And seeing you all the time-well, I kept remembering and kept wanting you. I thought if you and Judith marry, that we'd get together, the four of us, and have a ball every so often."
"So you had to open your mouth and put your foot in it," he grated. "I gave you more credit than you deserve."
"Okay, okay. What about Judith?"
"What about her?" he said. "It looks like we're through."
"Are you very interested in her?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "Does it matter?"
She stared at him. "You don't fool me. You had your fun. Love and leave 'em, is that it? I see it now. You're glad she busted up this so-called romance. You didn't want to get entangled."
"That's not true," he lied.
"At least, be honest."
"Okay, Nancy. You see through me. I don't want to get married, to Judith or anyone else. I love my freedom."
"The poor male. Wants to be free. But once he gets caught in the web of love, he's helpless."
"I don't want to marry. I told you. Besides, I'm not worried now about getting caught in a web of love, as you so neatly put it. You and Judith saw to that. She got sore at you and took it out on me. A very unreasonable girl. What I did before I met her is my business. I didn't go to bed with you after I met her, did I?"
"Why didn't you tell her that?"
"She never gave me a chance to tell her anything. Besides, maybe it's better this way."
"So now you're free again."
"I was always free," he corrected.
"But in danger of losing your freedom because of your interest in Judith."
"Maybe. We had a weekend date and I was going to stop seeing her after that."
"My, how gallant."
"So she beat me to the punch. Look, I wasn't going to hurt her. I wasn't going to be abrupt. I was going to let her off easy."
"Oh, sure," Nancy said sardonically. "Let her off easy? Oh, sure. It's easier this way. You would have broken her heart."
"You're crazy."
"You men are rotters."
"You don't know what you're saying."
"You get what you could out of a girl and then you dump her." Nancy was mad. "Why start something in the first place?"
"I didn't start anything."
"You slept with her last night," Nancy said. "Your first date. Then you take her to an exhibit or two and you have lunch her and then you make a date for the weekend. It wasn't exactly a casual affair."
"I liked being with her," he defended himself. "You were going to dump her like an old shoe."
"I couldn't very well carry on a romance for a year or two, could I? That would have been worse."
"Judith happens to be a very sensitive girl."
"So I see," he grunted. "What are you going to do now?"
"Nothing."
"You're not going to try and see her?"
"Why should I? Isn't it better this way?"
Nancy sighed. "Men. You're all beasts." She stuck out her empty glass. "Fill this, will you, please?"
He poured whiskey and water into the glass.
She sipped. "Too bad."
"What's too bad?"
"You and Judith. And her viewpoint on life. It would have been nice if you two married and Jim and I could have swapped mates every so often. It would have been ideal."
"You like men, don't you?"
She stared up at him. "I like certain men. I like you." She stood up and drained her glass. "I've talked enough about Judith. Now how about you and me going into the bedroom and discussing the affairs of the world?"
"In the bedroom?" he kidded.
"Why not?" she said. "You can discuss anything in a bedroom."
He looked at her half naked body. He remembered the sight of her in his bed. Naked and long with small hard pink-nippled breasts. Her long white thighs. Her body squirming in heat.
Bill licked his lips. "You talk too much."
"I won't say anything this time," she promised. "I won't say anything to Jim nor to Judith. I promise."
He nodded his head slowly. Okay. He took her empty glass and put it on a step table.
They went into the bedroom.
She watched him undress and then took off her halter and shorts. She liked looking at him. He had a good clean neat body. She got into bed and he crowled in after her.
They met in the center of the bed and embraced. He swept her back with his hands, felt her sharp shoulder blades, the smoothness of her lower back, the swellings of her buttocks.
They kissed and his tongue crept into her mouth and her pink tongue met his and the tongues twisted and curled together inside her mouth.
His hands got between them and he felt her sharp nipples and the small white mounds. His fingers massaged the hillocks and she moaned at the pressure of his fingers.
"Be nice to me," she murmured.
He knew what she meant. She had said that last time and then she had pushed his head down her body so that he kissed every inch of her.
This time she didn't have to push. He went without being told. He kissed her breasts, sucked gently on the pink nipples and went down to her smooth belly. He dipped his tongue into her navel and then traveled on to the squirming thighs. He kissed her thighs, loved her all one and astley hugged, they kissed all over, too.
Her limbs closed over his head and he darted his tongue into the target and felt her shiver in response. She moaned at the welcome invasion of her private flesh.
He kept licking and nipping and biting gently. His fingers cuped her buttocks and he hugged her for a very long time.
The racing chills swept through her torrid body. She whimpered as he bit her delicate flesh but she didn't try to stop him. Her hips moved frantically and she knew she was due for the big moment.
Her entire body was electrically-charged. She cried out once of twice and let go.
He finally moved away from her drenched flesh. He patted her still squirming thighs.
He lay flat and she sat up and fondled his chest.
Her fingers were long and slender. She tweaked his nipples and he groaned. "You like that?" she said.
"Yes," he answered.
"Jim likes that, too." Her fingers squeezed his nipples and he groaned from the pleasure-pain. "I thought only girls like that. You really get a thrill from that?"
He nodded his head.
She suddenly bent her head and her teeth bit his nipples and not too gently. Then she started squeezing them again with her fingers.
He grunted and he squirmed on the bed.
She brought one hand down to his hard body and played with him, stroking him and fondling him. She squeezed his nipples with one hand and played with his body with the other.
Then she bit his nipples again.
His hips moved back and forth on the bed.
Her mouth left his swollen nipples and went all over where she kissed him several times. She stroked his thighs and found that he was quite a superior type of male.
She raised her head slightly, held his flesh with one hand and then she moved quickly; her mouth opened and she captured him.
He groaned at the sudden wetness that engulfed him. His hips moved faster. Her mouth moved with deliberate activities.
Her teeth bit gently and she licked avidly with her harsh tongue. She was enjoying herself. She knew she had absolute, control over him. She could linger and tease and build up his passion or she could bring him around to his peak immediately.
It was up to her. She was in complete power.
He tapped her on her shoulder to let her know he was ready.
She took her mouth away and smiled at him. Once in a while her tongue touched him lightly just to let him know that she was there, ready to finish him off if she wanted to. She played with him and he sighed and he moved his body faster.
Then she decided she had tortured him long enough. Her mouth once again took over. It was the most bizarre experience and reaction.
He tapped her shoulder again and she ignored him. Her mouth moved faster.
He groaned and his passion reached a high peak. He could not stop.
She kept it up until he was finished and then she went to the bathroom. When she came back he was still on his back, exhausted.
She crawled into bed. "Was it good?"
"Yes. Very."
"It could be very nice," she said. "Jim and me, Judith and you. I can't see why not."
"Are you on that kick again?"
"Why not?"
He grinned weakly. "Forget it. Let me recuperate."
"Are you that knocked out?"
"Uh, huh."
"Poor boy. You won't be able to do anything for a week."
"Don't kid yourself. I have a heavy date tonight."
"I said you men were rotters. I meant it."
"Please," he groaned. "Now hold off. Don't start it again."
"Okay. I'm sorry. I have no right to tell you what to do."
"I'm glad you see it that way."
"I'd better be going. Jim will be home soon. I'll have to make dinner. He's hungry as a bear when he gets home."
"You're okay as long as you can use a can opener."
"Well, I like that." She got out of bed and put on her halter and shorts. "So long, Bill. It's been fun." She patted his thigh and went out.
Bill heard the front door slam. He felt good. Then he thought about Judith. He would have to stop thinking about Judith. She was a closed chapter in his life. He wondered what she would say if she knew that he had gone to bed with Nancy again, right after she had broken her date.
She would probably have a fit.
Well, he wasn't going to mention it.
He hoped Nancy kept her mouth shut. You could not trust a woman. They were always talking too much.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The phone rang. Judith lifed her head from the pillow. She was frightened for a moment. The sudden shrill jingling of the phone had interrupted a dream. But it was more like a nightmare. And sho was dressed. Then she remembered. She had fallen on the bed and had cried herself to sleep.
It all came back. Nancy telling her about-
The phone sounded again.
Still in a daze, she reached for it.
"Hello, Judith?" a voice said.
She didn't recognize the voice. It was a female voice. "Yes," she said. "Who is this?"
"Terry Burns. I got your number out of the book. I hope you don't mind my calling?"
Terry Burns. Who on earth was Terry Burns? Then she remembered. The woman at Denholm Evans' party. The lesbian. The very honest lesbian. She remembered all right.
"What can I do for you?" she said, remembering her manners. What she wanted to do was slam the receiver down on the rest bar.
"Just thought I'd call and see how you're doing."
"I'm doing just fine."
She remembered her telephone conversations with Nancy and with Bill. She really wasn't doing fine. But why tell a stranger that? Why tell Terry Burns anything?
"That's good," Terry said. "Are you angry that I called?"
Judith was annoyed at the apologetic tone in Terry's voice. "No, I'm not angry," she said coldly. "Why should I be?"
"You weren't very happy with me at the party."
"Terry, I'm very busy now. I can't talk."
"Can I call you later?"
"Call me later? For what?"
"I thought maybe we could go out?"
Judith was amazed. It was as if she was talking to a man. It was as if a man was asking her for a date.
"I'm too tired," Judith said. She really couldn't be angry with Terry. After all, Terry couldn't help being what she was.
"Maybe you have a date with Bill Dancer. Is that it?"
"No. I have no date with Bill Dancer. I wouldn't care if I never saw him again. That-" She suddenly stopped. What was she doing? She was talking too much. Telling intimate things to Terry Burns.
"Something happen, is that it? You can tell me. Was he rough with you? For Pete's sake, you can trust me. I'll bet he spanked you."
"Don't be silly. Nothing like that. I-I'd rather not talk about it."
"Maybe you need a shoulder to cry on. I have a soft shoulder. Girls like to cry on my shoulder. Listen, you must confide in someone. Shall I come over?"
Judith caught her breath. She knew what would happen if Terry Burns came over. She wasn't that stupid.
Noticing the silence, Terry said. "Thinking about it? Look, Judith, I'm harmless. Really. Besides, I'm not rough like men. They're messy people. You can tell me anything you want to know and it won't go any further. I'm interested in you."
Sure, Judith thought to herself. Interested in my body.
"Shall I come over?"
"Let me think." Judith thought about it. She and Terry. She had never been to bed with a lesbian before. She had had advances made at a seashore by another female once. An aging Broadway actress. She had been a little excited but she made sure it hadn't gone any further. She had been shocked as well as excited. Sometimes she wondered what would have happened if she hadn't stopped the actress from continuing. She could very well find out now with Terry Burns.
Maybe it would be different with Terry.
And she knew Nancy would never find out. Terry didn't know Nancy and didn't know any of Nancy's friends. She did know Bill Dancer but she doubted Terry would tell the whole world she had slept with her.
And she didn't have to sleep with Terry.
It could turn out to be a harmless flirtation.
She could change her mind after Terry got there.
"Are you okay?" Terry said.
"Yes, I'm okay. Look, I'm hungry. It's after dinnertime. Maybe you could bring a couple of sandwiches with you? I'll make drinks and we'll eat here."
"That sounds wonderful. Meat sandwiches? Tuna fish? Salmon? What do you want?"
"I don't really care. I'll leave it up to you."
"Okay. Swell. I'll be right over." Terry hung up.
Well, that was it. She replaced the receiver. She had done it. It was almost like a committment Terry Burns. In bed with Terry Burns. Both naked. What would Nancy say if she ever found out? She would be shocked. Judith laughed to herself. That would be one up on Nancy.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Terry had on a tight blue dress which clung to her full rounded curves. Her short brown hair was curled about her well shaped head. She kissed Judith on the cheek and Judith was a bit surprised but managed not to show it.
Terry sat in a club chair and crossed her legs. Her dress hiked up and showed several inches of white thigh. She didn't bother to pull her dress down.
Judith had taken a paper bag from Terry. She now brought it into the kitchen and extracted sandwiches wrapped in wax paper. She washed out two glasses, poured in gin and lemon juice and ice cubes and powdered sugar. She called Terry in and they ate.
"I was starved," Judith confessed.
The sandwiches were pastrami and corned beef.
"I had a light dinner," Terry said. "But I can manage one sandwich." She finished her drink and Judith made her another.
Judith had two sandwiches. There was one left over. When Terry violently shook her head when Judith offered it, Judith put it in the refrigerator. She then made herself another drink and took it into the living room.
Terry sat on the club chair and Judith sank into the divan.
"Now tell me about you and Bill Dancer," Terry urged.
"There's nothing to tell." Judith drank a third of her drink. The coldness felt good in her throat. The ice cubes clinked against her teeth. "We had a date and we enjoyed ourselves. Now it's over."
"Nothing happened?"
Judith hesitated. "Nothing."
"Don't lie to me."
"Nothing I can discuss."
Terry shrugged. "Okay. But he probably hurt you."
"Don't be silly."
"You mean he wasn't rough at all?" Terry asked. She finished her drink. "Be honest with me."
"He was a little rough. Men sometimes get carried away. Women too. But it was nothing."
"I'll bet he hurt you."
Judith shook her head, no. "He didn't hurt me. Take my word for it. He didn't hurt me at all."
"He must have," Terry said, her eyes going over the fullness of Judith's figure. "I'll bet he bruised your breasts."
Judith took a deep breath which brought her rounded breasts into better relief. She saw how Terry's eyes were attracted to her round globes. She had never felt something like this before. It was different as when a man wanted you and made his wants known. This was a woman who wanted her. This was a woman who was staring at her breasts and was probably mentally undressing her. She felt strange, very strange.
Even the aging actress hadn't made her feel this way.
Terry Burns was an intense woman with wants that she made known. She wanted Judith and didn't care whether Judith knew it or not.
Terry licked her lips. "He bruised your breasts," she repeated. "All men are rough."
Judith realized it was a game Terry was playing. She decided to go along with it and see what happened. "Could be," she said.
"Do your breasts hurt?" Terry asked.
"A little bit," Judith said.
"Maybe I'd better look at them," Terry said.
"Oh, don't bother. It'll be all right."
"I want to help," Terry said. "I want to see if your breasts are bruised."
That will be the first step, Judith thought to herself. It was a game. She would bare her breasts to Terry and Terry would examine them and soon they would be enmeshed in each other's arms. That was the way it went. One step after another until they were in bed, making hot wild crazy love.
Judith grinned. 'You're not a doctor," she said, teasing Terry. "I'll bet you're not even a nurse."
"I just want to see if he bruised you," Terry said softly. "There's no harm in that, is there?"
"No, no harm." Judith made up her mind. She slowly got to her feet. "All right, Terry. Let's go into the bedroom."
Terry jumped to her feet, her face excited.
They went into the bedroom and Judith started undressing. She took off her dress and slip. She rolled down her stockings and kicked off her flats.
Terry was watching eagerly.
Judith slowly unhooked her brassiere and Terry let out a long sigh as Judith's naked breasts emerged.
Judith got on the bed, dressed only in peach-colored panties and lay flat on her back.
Terry sat on the bed. "It's hot in here."
The words left Judith's mouth before she realized they had been spoken. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable?"
Terry nodded her head quickly. "I suppose I should." She stood up and peeled off the tight blue dress. She had on panties and bra and no slip. There were no stockings. She took off her flats and sat down on the bed again. "Would you remind if I removed by bra?" she said. "I hate bras. They cut into the breasts. I have to wear them or I'd bounce all over the place."
"Why should I mind?"
Terry removed the bra.
Judith stared at Terry's full rounded white breasts. They were beautiful. Twin milky globes tipped with vermilion.
She looked at the twin perfections and felt something stir in her. Was it desire?
Terry licked her lips and suddenly put her hands on Judith's breasts. She probed the twin hillocks with her fingers, examined every inch of soft white flesh.
Her fingers on Judith's breasts was making Judith hot. A moisture crept into Judith's eyes and her breathing was heavier. Terry noticed this and knew she would be in bed soon with Judith, both stark naked, both making love to each other.
"I don't see any bruise marks," Terry murmured.
Judith's nipples were hardening under the probing fingers. She was getting very hot.
Terry suddenly lowered her head and her mouth was on Judith's breasts. Judith gasped as a wet hot tongue lashed out at her nipple. "Oh," she moaned. "Oh. That-that felt nice"
Encouraged by Judith's words, Terry took the nipple in her mouth and sucked gently on it Her hand strayed down to Judith's white belly and her fingers crept under the edge of the panties and found her lower belly and the rest of her. Now her fingers delivered along the swelling flesh and Judith gasped again.
Terry suddenly sat up and pulled down Judith's panties. Then she got rid of her own panties and crawled into bed.
She went back to kissing the twin globes and sucking on the hard nipples. She played with Judith's thighs and the rest of her charms. She lowered her head and kissed the smooth belly.
Judith brought up her own hand and found the hanging breasts of her new lover. She played with the nipples and heard Terry moan. She strayed to the full buttocks and stroked them.
Terry dipped her tongue into Judith's navel and then went down to the rounded white thighs. She kissed the thighs and they parted. She kissed the inner thighs and Judith's moans filled the bedroom.
Terry now went to the very delicate target.
Judith gasped and her body started to toss and turn. Her hips rotated frantically.
Terry kept on hugging and kissing. She loved doing this for her girls. She loved this so much. There was just no stopping her.
She bit gently, ran her tongue all over; she felt Judith's body moving back and forth.
She darted all over, explored every sensitive spot. She kept it up for a long time.
Judith's body was a raging inferno. Her breasts and nipples were swollen with desire. Her buttocks moved frantically on the bed. She knew her peak was near. So near.
Her limbs moved swiftly, grinding away against Terry's cheeks. She moaned deliciously and she began to toss wildly. It was happening now. Ever closer. Ever closer.
She suddenly cried out.
She erupted forth all the passion within her.
Her body tingled merrily. She moaned and she felt movement and saw Terry sitting up and beaming down on her. She felt Terry's hands on her breasts.
"Was it good?" Terry asked.
Judith nodded her head, yes.
"Was this your first time with a girl?"
Judith nodded her head again.
"I hope it won't be your last," Terry said.
"I'm afraid it will be," Judith said. "I loved it. I'd be a liar if I said I didn't. But I know I'll never do it again. I just know it."
"Can you do something for me?" Terry asked.
"I'd like to. I don't think I can. Not that."
"With your hand?"
"Yes. I think so."
Terry lay back, flat on her back, and Judith sat up. Judith played with Terry's breasts. She felt the hard nipples and then she bent her head and kissed the nipples and Terry squirmed on the bed like a fish out of water.
Judith went down the length of Terry's body and she kissed the full white thighs. She started playing with Terry and thought of the pleasure Terry had given her. Now she was going to give Terry pleasure but not the same way. Where Terry had used her mouth she was going to use her fingers.
She knew it was wrong. She had had satisfaction in a most wonderful way. Wasn't it fair that she do the same thing for Terry?
Judith suddenly bent her head and caressed Terry who now started and moaned at the unexpected caress. Her eyes glazed with desire.
Judith did it again. It wasn't bad. Why had she objected? That had been foolish. Terry had been good to her. Now she was going to be good to Terry. After all, it was going to be their last time together. Their first time and their last time.
Judith became wild. She cuped the buttocks with her hands and kept kissing her for the longest time.
Terry reached her peak again and again.
Judith finally stopped and Terry was exhausted. "That was wonderful," Terry sighed. "So damn wonderful."
"I'm glad."
"Why can't we get together again?" Terry wanted to know. "Now that I've discovered you, I don't want to let you go."
Judith shook her head. "I'm sorry. This can't happen again. I won't let it."
"Because of Bill Dancer?" Terry asked.
"I-I think so."
"You still want him then?"
"Yes. I've been a fool. I had no right to judge him. I see it all now. I was a damn fool. I hope it isn't too late."
Terry shrugged "I'd better be going."
"We did have a nice time, Terry. I have no regrets."
Terry grinned. "You're a sweet kid, Judith. Bill is lucky. I hope he appreciates you." They got out of bed and they dressed. Terry went to the door and Judith let her out.
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Her name was Kelly Smith and she was also a model. She was tall and lanky and her breasts were small and very firm and the nipples were tiny pink pebbles.
She undressed as soon as they entered the bedroom.
Bill took off his clothes and joined her in bed. He touched her breasts and the nipples darkened and became hard. She was a hot little one. He lowered his head and kissed her nipples.
She played with his hair, his ears, his neck. Then she pushed his head down and he traveled from her breasts to her thighs, kissing her here and there, wherever his fancy told him to. He stroked long white thighs and she separated them and he knew what she wanted.
It was amazing how girls went for this. Once they had it they always wanted more.
His head was active with her body and his mouth was fastened to her warm flesh. His tongue tortured and she squirmed and moaned. He loved her this way until she reached her peak. He kissed her a few times, pated her thighs and sat up.
"Nice," she said. "You're an expert."
He moved his body so that he was against her face. She took him in hand; her mouth was hot and wet on his hard flesh.
He groaned and he trembled. Her tongue circled him and he knews she had had plenty of experience with this sort of lovemaking.
He held her head steady and his body moved and he gasped and knew he was near the completion. He groaned as her teeth bit him, sending shivers down his spine. He bit his lower lip and his desire escaped and left him completely down out. Well! What a workout.
She went into the bathroom and he lay back, feeling wonderful. Then he thought about Judith and damned himself for thinking about her. He did not want to think about Judith. He wanted to forget her.
Denholm Evans walked in. He was naked.
"I timed it just right," he said.
"Ready to change partners?" Bill said.
"Yes. Why not?"
Bill got out of bed and went into another bedroom while Denholm waited for Kelly Smith to come out of the bathroom.
Helen Martin was nice and naked and sitting up in bed. "Hi," she said.
Bill got into bed and stretched out flat on his back.
Helen bent over him and kissed his mouth. "How did you enjoy Kelly? Was she nice?"
"Very nice."
"I hope you're pleased with me too," she said, and kissed his mouth. He put up his hand and played with her breasts.
She let one breast droop and the nipple was near his mouth. He opened his mouth and the nipple went inside. She laughed as he worked on the nipple.
She tweaked his nipples with her fingers and then he pulled her down and they were kissing and his hands were on her buttocks. His fingers ran up and down and all over her loins and she moaned because she liked that. She suggested something to him.
"Sure," he said. He was pleased at the suggestion.
She lay flat on her belly and he loomed over her. He patted her buttocks, embraced her and then he made her feel his vigor.
She gasped at the novel invasion. He grunted and huggle her tighter and tighter as he knew culmination was near. His hands pressed her shoulders down and he moved his hips crazily and then it happened. He grunted and his passion left him.
He rolled away and she ran into the bathroom.
When she came out she sat on the bed and patted his thigh. He looked at her naked body and was comparing it to Judith's. He would go crazy if he didn't stop this.
The door suddenly opened and Denholm Evans appeared. "Can I talk to you alone?"
"Sure," Bill said.
Helen walked naked into the living room, leaving them alone.
"I hope this doesn't become a delicate matter," Denholm said. "But you've just partaken of two beautiful girls. My property, so to speak. You enjoyed them both, I take it?"
"Yes," Bill said, puzzled. "What about it? This isn't the first time that I've been here and-"
"Yes, I know," Denholm cut in. "I know. But I want to make a trade with you. The two girls, which you already had, for your one girl. That's more than fair, isn't it?"
"Okay." Bill nodded his head. "Next time I run across something I know you'll be interested in, I'll bring her over."
"I've already met the one I want," Denholm said.
Bill stared at him. "You're talking about Judith King, is that it?"
"Yes. Exactly."
"But I've already told you it's different with her.
She won't go for it."
"I'm stubborn, Bill. I know you can convince her. Look, you just had two beautiful girls-"
"Yeah," Bill said dryly. "I see it all now. Cute, aren't you?" He suddenly jumped off the bed.
Denholm jumped back. "What is it? What's the matter?"
"I'm leaving. I'm getting dressed and I'm going."
"That's no attitude to take," Denholm said. "Oh, go to blazes." Bill brushed by him and went searching for his clothes.
* * *
When he got back to his apartment, he made himself a stiff drink. He felt rotten.
The phone rang and he thought it was Denholm. He decided against answering it but it kept ringing for a long time. He finally picked it up. "Who is it?" he growled into the mouthpiece.
"Don't snap my head off," Judith said.
He felt relieved. "I never thought you'd call," he said.
"Bill, I'm sorry about the way I carried on. I made a fool of myself. I realize it now. Please forgive me."
"Don't worry. I forgive you. I'm glad you called, Judith. I've been thinking about you. I didn't want to but I couldn't help it."
"You mean I got under your skin?" she teased.
"Exactly."
"I'm glad."
"You mean a great deal to me, Judith. I never thought any girl would. Can I come over? I want us to go get married in the right way."
"You mean now?"
"Yes. Now. Right now."
"All right, Bill. I'll be waiting."
He hung up and dashed out. He got into his car, raced the motor and pulled away from the curb. From now on, it would be normal for them. It was the best and the only way to live.
