"That's okay. We'll play strip poker. Everybody's got something they can bet in that game."
At first everybody laughed, because the suggestion sounded a little silly, but then they all suddenly felt as though that would be a wonderful game.
Ron waited a minute before he continued:
"That is, unless you girls are chicken?"
Kaye almost jumped out of her chair. "That does it, boy. Deal 'em." The sudden outburst surprised even Kaye. It was enough to break the ice. Everybody agreed to the game without saying so, out loud.
Kit explained the rules of the game and then everybody sat back to enjoy the evening.
None of the participants could be considered as expert poker players, and the drinks had helped to make their betting a little wild and erratic. Kaye won the first round and felt pretty smart, when Barb had to take off her sweater and the boys only lost their ties. Barb argued that the exchange of a sweater for a tie wasn't quite fair. The boys finally gave in to Barb's demands and took off their shirts.
During the next half hour things went pretty sour for Kaye. She was finally down to her bra and panties. Then Barb had a bad streak of luck and ended up wearing just her panties. The boys were in far better shape than the girls were. Barb finally lost her panties and sat completely bare.
"I guess that puts me out of the game."
"Not at all, Barb," said Kit. "I'd like five minutes with your breasts, if you lose the next time... "
CHAPTER ONE
Graduation was finally here. Kaye never thought that this day would ever arrive, but now that it was finally here, it was hard to believe that high school days would soon be over officially for her. Kaye was leaving behind some very pleasant memories, but she was more excited about the things that she had to look forward to, than in the mere reflection of past events.
Kaye Johnson was eighteen years old and had never been away from home. True, she had spent n occasional night at another girl's house, but his was almost as horrible as being at home, because the other girl's parents were just as overly protective as were her parents.
Kaye had a job waiting for her in Travis City, a metropolis of fifty thousand inhabitants, thirty miles from her home town. She had a job as a secretary in a big insurance office. Her parents were not pleased with the idea of their little girl going to work in the big city, but they finally realized that there weren't many job opportunities for a girl in Milledgeville, so they reluctantly gave their permission for her to accept the job. They still managed to retain their parental control on her, though. They wouldn't allow her to have an apartment in Travis City. This meant that Kaye had to commute the thirty miles into Travis City every day.
Kaye didn't relish the thought of having to commute this distance every day, but then, she was willing to go ahead with this setup for a while. She was convinced that she would be able to convince her parents later on about the stupidity of commuting sixty miles every day. She would try to solve that problem later on. She would play their silly game for the time being. Her parents weren't happy about her working out of Milledgeville, and they wouldn't be too happy about her commuting when winter set in. She knew that there would be those days when she wouldn't be able to drive home because of the snow and sleet.
Life in Milledgeville was always the same old drag. Every person in town knew everyone else's business. In some cases there were some pretty juicy stories circulating around about some of the respected citizens. And in the majority of the cases, the stories were true. The regular run-of-the-mill situation in the town was usually pretty dull, though.
Kay's parents had kept pretty strict control over her. They didn't keep her at home under lock and key, but they always kept track of whom she was going with, where she was going, and what time she arrived home. They had set a midnight curfew on all of her week-end dates.
Restrictions didn't always accomplish the desired ends. A couple with the necessary inclinations could satisfy their desires and still be home under the curfew wire. Kaye had done her share of necking, petting, and teasing, but she had never gone the route. Kaye didn't share her parents' feelings regarding the importance of virginity in a woman, but neither was she going to be classified as a pushover. One of these days she knew that she was going to give in and go the route, but it was going to occur because of more important reasons than just a hot necking session in the back seat of a car with a fumbling greenhorn.
Kaye had dated a few older men and found them more to her liking than the boys near her own age. Older men to Kaye was anybody between the ages of twenty-two and twenty-five. Anybody over thirty years old she still considered as ancient, and she wouldn't have anything to do with them. In her conversations with some of her closer girl friends they had all come to the conclusion that the unmarried girls that had become pregnant, had usually been playing around with the young boys. They also knew some girls that had gone the route with older men, and they never ended up pregnant. So, Kaye was convinced that older men were also smarter men.
* * *
The first day on the new job was a gruesome experience for Kaye. She felt like a woman of the world, when she first walked into the office. It was a huge room with hundreds of people running all over the place. She was lost. She didn't know anybody, and the worst part was that she didn't know exactly what to do.
Her plight must have been obvious, because a young man finally came over to her.
"Can I help you, honey?"
Kaye wasn't used to having a stranger call her honey, and she could feel a blush spreading over her face. The man who had asked the question also noticed the blush.
"Well, I'll be damned. Honey, one of your maidenly virtues is showing. I hope it's the only maidenly virtue that you still retain."
Kay was ready to turn around and run out of the office. She had never been so embarrassed in all of her life. She could almost feel the tears start to well up in her eyes. She started to turn, when a woman came to her rescue.
"Knock it off, buster, before you get into trouble. Can I help you, miss?"
Kay clenched her fists to give herself courage.
"I'm supposed to report to Miss Turner. I'm Kaye Johnson."
"I'm Miss Turner. Come on in, I've been waiting for you. Don't pay any attention to the office wolves. They're harmless. They just talk a good game.
Clara Turner, head supervisor, took Kaye back to her desk, and they talked about the requirements of her new job, what was expected of her, coffee breaks, sick leave, and all the other pertinent information she felt that Kaye needed. Then she gave Kaye a stack of work, and Kaye was officially on the job.
"If you have any questions, then please check with me."
Then Miss Turner was gone and Kaye was on her own. She typed the first letter three times before she was finally satisfied with the finished product. She wanted to make a good impression, on her first day on the job. The second letter was much easier for her to do.
Kaye was so engrossed with her work that she soon lost track of the time. The girl at the next desk finally interrupted her.
"How about joining me on the coffee break?"
Kaye looked up from her typewriter, and said: "Gosh, I didn't realize how late it was already. I'd love to join you."
"Great. I'm Barb Gibbons."
"I'm sorry. I'm Kaye Johnson. I forgot to mention that, I guess. This is my first day here."
"Well, meet an old timer. I've been here for almost a year now."
Kaye followed Barb out of the office and down the hall to the snack shop. Everything was so big and impersonal that Kaye felt lost. The girls finally got their coffee and made their way to a table with some more girls.
Barb introduced Kaye to the girls at the table, but regardless of how hard she tried, she couldn't remember all their names. Kay sat down and listened to their conversation. She didn't want to butt in on the conversation, and the rest of the girls kept right on talking as though Kaye and Barb hadn't even interrupted them.
Their conversation was typical female talk. They talked about their boy friends and their lack of boy friends. They talked over the latest gossip about who was pinching whom in the office. They talked about their apartments and how they were fixing them. It was finally time to go back to work.
"Do you have any plans for lunch, Kay?"
"No, I don't."
"Good. Why don't you join me for lunch? We'll run out to a little sandwich shop down the street."
"Sounds great."
Kay returned to her work. She was pleased that she had met Barb. She needed someone who knew the ropes around the office. Kay liked Barb, because she was friendly, and she was also good looking. It helped to have a friend in a new situation, even if the friendship had only started a few minutes ago.
Kaye threw herself into her work. She wanted to do a good job. Before she realized it, it was lunch time.
"Gosh, I didn't realize that it was lunch time already, Barb."
"Right you are. Let's get out of here so that we can beat the mob."
The girls headed for the sandwich shop and the fight for service. They were lucky in that they found a booth almost immediately. They ordered and then sat back to relax and talk.
"Where're you from, Kaye?"
"From Milledgeville. Where are you from?"
"From Carter. Know where it is?"
"Sure, I know where it is. It's about the same size as my home town. Are you living here in Travis City?"
"Not yet. I've been commuting back and forth each day, but I hope that I can find an apartment. How about you?"
"I drive in each day. I don't like the idea, but my parents don't think that I'm old enough to live in the big city all by myself."
"I know what you mean, Kaye. My folks are the same way, but I've finally got them convinced that I should find a place to live here in town."
"I hope that I can convince my folks about that later on. Are apartments hard to find, Barb?"
"Good ones are. To get the kind of apartment you'd like, you have to pay some pretty high prices. About the only way you can swing it is to share the expenses with at least one other girl. The only trouble is finding somebody that you want to room with."
"I can see where that could be a pretty serious problem."
"Come on, gal, we've got to get back to the salt mines."
* * *
Barb Gibbons was the exact opposite of Kaye Johnson. Barb's parents were strict on certain things, but they still allowed her a great deal of freedom. They were a little skeptical about allowing Barb to have an apartment in Travis City, but they finally relented, and Barb was now in the process of trying to find an apartment and a roommate.
Barb could easily be classed as a party-type girl. She liked men and she liked fun. For a good-looking gal, there was never any problem in finding both types of activities. Barb had never experienced any difficulty in either of these departments since her high school days.
Barb blossomed into womanhood early in high school. By the time she was a sophomore she already had the body of a woman. Her breasts had developed into a neat handful. Barb had always been concerned about the development of her breasts. She had always worried about the possibility of growing up and being flat chested. She had heard that massage would help them to develop. So, in the privacy of her own bedroom, she used to massage her budding breasts.
This massaging had led Barb to discover some other interesting things about her own body. She soon discovered that massaging her breasts gave her a very pleasant glow and also caused a stiffening of the nipples. At times the nipples became so erect and firm that she thought that they would burst. There were also some side effects that Barb couldn't understand at first. This massaging of her breasts gave her an odd feeling in the lower part of her abdomen.
The next step was inevitable. She soon discovered that crossing her legs and squeezing them as hard together as she could helped to relieve some of that tension. This helped for a short time, but then the effect was no longer there. It wasn't long before she allowed her hand to stray toward the disturbed area. Then the next step soon occurred, and she discovered exactly how to relieve these tensions.
Barb learned a great deal regarding her anatomy, in the privacy of her bedroom. The next step was to put this information to practical use. She soon found that these new-found sensations were even more enjoyable, when they were caused by a member of the opposite sex. This also afforded her the opportunity to discover and learn about the male anatomy. It was inevitable that she would lose her virginity at an early age.
The first time that Barb went the route was a disappointment to her. The boy was finished so quickly that she had no opportunity to relieve her tensions. It was all over before it had started. She became more selective in the fellows she dated. She soon discovered that older men were far more gratifying.
During her junior year in high school she allowed herself to be "picked up" by a married man. She had been working as a clerk in the department store on week ends, and the manager of the store soon noticed her apparent assets and charms. Even though he was married, this young piece soon became an obsession with him.
He was in his early thirties and good looking, and Barb was also attracted to him. Jerry accidentally spotted Barb walking home one night, so he offered her a ride home. Actually, this chance meeting wasn't accidental. Jerry had made up his mind that he was going to make a try at Barb, so he had been on the prowl for almost two weeks looking for her.
They ended up in the country, and Barb wasn't disappointed. She had found a man that knew how to satisfy a woman. Barb was convinced that she would only play the game with the older and more experienced men.
She and Jerry continued to see each other until she graduated. Jerry wasn't the only man that Barb played the game with, but still she didn't go to bed with just anyone. She was addicted to sex, but she wasn't a slut.
CHAPTER TWO
Kaye had been working at Mid-State Insurance Company for five months now. She had the routine down to the point where the job was no longer too difficult. She had come to know many of the girls in the office, but Barb was still her best friend. They had hit it off from that first day on the job, and they had stayed close friends ever since.
They had double dated on a couple of occasions, but there was always the problem of their dates traveling in opposite directions to pickup the girls. This problem had been easily solved on a couple of occasions by having Kaye spend the week end at Barb's house. Barb had finally concluded that Kaye was not a prude, but she didn't know for sure exactly how far Kaye would go on a date, or how much she would tolerate from another girl on a date.
Barb wanted to find out as much about Kaye as possible, because she felt that if things worked out, then Kaye would make an ideal roommate. She had to make sure that Kaye wouldn't object to a little hanky-panky on the side, and also, that she could keep her mouth shut.
Barb couldn't run the risk of having a roommate that had trouble keeping quiet about their activities. Barb realized that if her mother ever suspected some of the activities that she engaged in, then she would have forced her to quit her job and return to the protection of the home. Barb did not want to run the risk of this happening.
Barb and Kaye were double dating Saturday night again, and Kaye was staying at Barb's house. This time Barb wanted to get some concrete evidence on how far Kaye would go with a fellow. She wanted to make sure that Kaye would make a good roommate, and she could see no reason for not finding out as soon as possible. If Kaye wasn't going to pan out as a roommate, then Barb wanted to know about it as soon as possible. If Kaye was a fizzle on a date, then Barb would start looking over the field for another prospective candidate.
The girls were in Barb's bedroom finishing dressing and waiting for their dates to arrive.
"What're the fellows like, Barb?" This was a blind date for Kaye.
"They're both really smooth, Kaye. I've dated both of them a couple of times myself. Your date-Ron--knows how to treat a woman right. He can be a lot of fun, and he's really an operator."
"Sounds great! You don't think it'll be a little odd, me being out with a fellow that you've dated before?"
"Heavens no, Kaye. I don't have any claim on him. I like going out with him, but I'm not planning to marry him."
"Where're we going tonight?"
"I'm not sure, but Kit said something about the Melody Club."
"Clue me in, Barb. What's the Melody Club?"
"It's a place where you can dance and drink. Do you drink?"
"I don't know. Oh, I've had an occasional drink, but never too much."
"At least you're not against drinking."
"Oh, no, I'm not a prude. It's just that I've never had an opportunity to drink much."
"Well, just take it easy at first. Don't try to make up for lost time all at once."
"What should I order, Barb?"
"A screwdriver's as good as anything."
"I'll remember that."
The boys arrived but Barb didn't rush to get downstairs to meet them. Her philosophy was to make the boys wait for ten or fifteen minutes. This way they always acted as though they appreciated a girl more.
"No sense in our seeming too anxious to get downstairs, Kaye. They might get the impression that they're God's gift to women, if we're on time."
The girls waited a good ten minutes before Barb was finally ready. They went downstairs to meet the boys. Kaye's date Ron was doing the driving. Barb and Kit crawled in the back seat and made themselves comfortable.
"Kit honey, I've missed you. How've you been?"
"Just great, Barb. Hey, you look good enough to eat, honey."
"Slow down, sweetie. There's plenty of time for that, later on."
"That wasn't what I had in mind, but it may not be a bad idea."
Kaye was sitting a comfortable distance from her date. She had never been out with him before, so she couldn't just jump on his lap immediately and start making out. It was different for Barb, though, because she had dated Kit before.
They finally arrived at the Melody Club, which had a dance floor, a bar, and booths. There was nothing extra special about the place, except that this was one of the few places in town to which a person could go to dance and get something to drink. The combo wasn't the greatest, but at least you could follow the beat.
The evening progressed much as Kaye expected. They drank, they danced, and they talked. Kaye danced with Ron and she also danced with Kit. She figured that she should stick with Ron, because he was supposed to be her date. While she and Ron were dancing, she noticed that Barb and Kit were doing a little serious necking in the booth. Kaye wasn't shocked, but she was slightly surprised at first to see that Barb was necking so openly. She looked away from the booth, because she figured that what Barb did was her own business.
Kaye and Ron finally returned to the booth, and Barb suggested that Kaye dance again with Kit. While they were on the dance floor, Kaye noticed that Barb was now doing some pretty good necking with Ron. Kaye was feeling a little light-headed herself now, and she realized that the drinks were starting to get through to her.
Around eleven o'clock Barb suggested that they leave the club. They went out to the car and started the drive home. Kay felt cheated, because her date had to do all of the driving. Barb was having all the fun. A few miles outside of town though, Ron suddenly turned off on a quiet country road and found a semi-private parking place.
Kaye didn't say anything, she didn't know if she should say anything or not, but since Barb didn't object, Kaye decided that it wasn't her responsibility to object, either. Actually Barb wasn't in any position for objecting to Ron's parking in this secluded place, because she and Kit were pretty much involved with each other to worry about anything.
Ron moved over and pulled Kaye to him and soon found her lips. Kaye forgot about Barb in the back seat and turned her attention to enjoying her own necking session. Ron was smooth and he knew what he was doing. He really knew how to kiss a girl and to also do some exciting things with his hands, at the same time. Kaye felt his hands working up along the sides of her body, and they were getting closer and closer to her breasts. She didn't want to let him go too far on their first date, but it felt so good. Ron wasn't wasting any time. He finally made the move to her breasts. It wasn't a sudden move, but was rather a slow deliberate move along the sides of her body. Had it been sudden, then Kaye would have given him an emphatic no, but he wasn't doing much more than he had been doing just a few minutes before. And, it felt so very good. It wasn't as though a man had never played with her breasts before, anyway. This wasn't the first time in her life that she had participated in a hot necking session.
Kaye had dated on a number of occasions, when she had allowed her date the privilege of playing with her breasts. Normally she didn't permit this much familiarity on her first date with a fellow, but what with the drinks and everything else, she made an exception to this rule. She also enjoyed the thrill she derived from this type of activity.
Kaye had never enjoyed a necking session this much before. She realized that Bon was experienced, which made a difference, and the drinks had also helped to relax her a great deal. During this time Kaye had forgotten about Barb and Kit in the back seat. Barb finally broke the silence.
"Hey, up there. You'd better come up for air."
They all laughed and broke for a few minutes. Ron pulled out the cigarettes and passed them around. Kaye was pleased for this interruption. This would give her a chance to bring her emotions back under control.
"Kaye, trade places with me. You should be tired of having to work around that steering wheel."
"Okay, Barb. It is a little cramped for room up here."
Kaye got out of the car and got into the back seat. She waited for Ron and Kit to also change places, but then she realized that the men weren't going to move. In fact, Ron and Barb were already going pretty strong. Kaye was flustered, to say the least. It really didn't seem right to trade partners like that. The rest of the group didn't seem to mind the idea of swapping necking partners, so Kaye didn't object either, verbally.
Kit was even smoother than Ron, if that was possible. Or maybe it just seemed that way, because Ron had broken the ice and had already warmed her up. Kit was soon working on the buttons to Kaye's sweater. Again, he was so smooth that Kaye didn't know exactly when to object to his actions. She knew that her sweater was unbuttoned and that his hands were doing some wonderful things to her breasts. Kit suddenly left her lips and moved down toward her breasts. Kaye gasped. At the same time, Kit started working on her bra. What he was doing seemed so natural.
Kaye was glad that it was dark in the car, because she didn't want Barb to see what she was allowing Kit to do to her. Girls are funny that way. They will engage in a wide variety of activities, as long as their girl friends don't find out about it. Kaye didn't have to worry about Barb's reactions to her activities with Kit, though. If she could have seen Barb, then she would have known that Barb was way ahead of her. Barb's sweater and bra were already discarded and lying on the front seat of the car. Barb finally broke the silence again.
"All right, Kay, it's time to switch. This is just like playing musical chairs."
Barb was out of the car and opening the back door before Kaye had a chance to button her sweater. As soon as Barb opened the car door, the dome light came on. Kaye was really trapped. She tried to pull her sweater together before Barb could see what she had been doing. Then she realized that Barb was nude from the waist up. At first it shocked Kaye, but then she realized that Barb was merely doing the same thing that she'd been doing.
"I'm ashamed of you, Kit. I thought for sure you'd have had Kaye's bra off by now. You must be slipping, lover. Take it off, Kaye. Don't be a prude."
Kaye was a little surprised at Barb's lack of embarrassment. Kaye didn't button her sweater, but neither did she finish the job by removing her bra. Ron completed the job for her, when she returned to the front seat.
Ron also knew how to treat a woman's breasts. He played with them and kissed them until he had the nipples so hard that Kaye thought they would burst.
The whole thing was getting a little out of hand for Kaye. In the past she had always been able to keep her dates completely under control. Switching partners, and Barb's free attitude, had helped to make this a situation that Kaye couldn't control. At this rate she was afraid that she might end up going all the way. In fact, right now that sounded like a damned good idea. Ron had her skirt hiked up too high for her safety, and his hands were busy rubbing the insides of her thighs. Kaye couldn't have stopped him, even if she had wanted to.
She had never before permitted a boy to get this far with her. The insides of her thighs were wet, and a dull ache had developed in the lower part of her abdomen. Ron's searching fingers seemed to help alleviate this dull ache some, but Kaye knew that there was only one way to cure this ache.
Ron took her hand and placed it on his lap. This was another first for Kay. She knew what she was supposed to do, almost instinctively. Kaye was past the point of no return now. She didn't think that there was anything that could have saved her from going the route now. The only thing that saved Kaye was Barb.
"That's all for tonight, boys! Cinderella has to go home."
The boys complained and begged for another ten minutes, but Barb wouldn't give into their demands. In fact, even Kaye wanted to stay a little longer.
Everybody straightened his or her clothes and then they completed the drive home.
The girls were finally back in Barb's room and getting ready for bed. Kaye had finally started to cool down a little. It had been quite a night for her. She wasn't sure what she should say to Barb. Barb finally broke the ice.
"Did you have a good time tonight, Kaye?"
"I sure did, Barb. I hope I didn't drink too much and make a fool of myself."
"Not at all. You really fit in with the crowd. I hope you didn't mind trading boy friends like that."
"Well, I was a little confused at first, but then it got to be sort of fun, like a game. I hope you didn't mind that Kit and I got carried away a little."
"Don't be silly. I told you earlier that I don't own him. I enjoy both of them,-because they're both lots of fun. I just wanted to make sure that you enjoyed yourself tonight."
"I think I was enjoying it too much, Barb. It was a good thing you decided to go home when you did, because I'm not sure I would've been able to say no to Ron."
"Why say no at all, Kaye?"
"Well, you know. What I mean is... "
"What you're trying to say, Kaye, is that you're still a virgin. Right?"
Kaye started to blush a little. "Well... yes, I am."
"Well, that can mean a number of things."
"Oh? What's that?"
"First, you could be a member of that diminishing group of women that believe in saving it until they get married. Second, you've never had the inclination and the opportunity, or third, you just don't like men. Which is it?"
Kaye thought a minute before answering Barb's question. Then she said: "I guess I just never had the inclination nor the opportunity."
"Then I'm sorry that I decided to come home when we did. I think you were ready tonight."
"It must've been the drinks."
"Sure. Well, let's get to bed. We've got to get up and go to church tomorrow."
* * *
Barb and Kaye went on double dates occasionally, but Barb didn't want to run a good thing into the ground. It was possible to see too much of a person. She was convinced that Kaye would be the type of roommate she would like to have. She was also convinced that Kaye possessed a latent lust streak that merely needed the right person to help develop that streak.
Barb still hadn't found an apartment as yet, but she was still looking. The few apartments she had seen that interested her were too expensive. She had received a raise, but this still didn't give her enough money to afford the kind of apartment she wanted.
Kaye had also received a raise and a promotion. She was no longer in the steno pool, but was now one of the many typists assigned to a specific executive. Kaye hoped that she might eventually become a private secretary, or a receptionist. This would also mean more money for her.
She had almost convinced her parents that she should be allowed to live in Travis City. It had been an unusually severe winter, and her father had become irritated on a number of occasions, because he had to drive her to work and then make a second trip to pick her up. Her mother still wasn't convinced that she should find an apartment in Travis City, but her father was.
It took a spring ice storm to finally convince her mother that this daily commuting was ridiculous, expensive, and dangerous, not only for Kaye but also for her husband. Her mother finally consented, but only on the basis that Kaye would have a roommate, and that she also came home on week ends, whenever possible.
Kaye could hardly wait to get to work the next day to tell Barb about her parents' decision. She knew that Barb was looking for an apartment and a roommate, so there was a good possibility that they might be able to get together. At lunch, Kaye revealed her exciting news to Barb.
"Barb, my parents have finally decided to let me get an apartment here in town, but I've got to have a roommate."
"That's great, Kaye. It's kind of stupid having to drive back and forth every day."
"Have you found a roommate yet?"
"Not yet. Got any ideas?"
"I was wondering if you and I could be roommates."
"I haven't really thought about it too much, Kaye, but it might work out."
"I don't know why it wouldn't work out, Barb."
"Well, I'd want to make sure that you weren't a prude," said Barb. "I wouldn't want to get stuck with a roommate that didn't enjoy having a good time and some fun once in a while."
"Gosh, you don't think that I'm a prude, do you?"
"I don't think so, but then you never really know about a person."
"I wasn't a prude when we were out with Ron and Kit, was I?" asked Kaye.
"No, you weren't. Okay, let's look for a place to live!"
It was all settled. The girls would start on Saturday to look for an apartment.
* * *
Finding a suitable apartment wasn't an easy task. The apartments that fit into the price range that the girls felt that they could afford were nothing but rats' nests. Kaye's and Barb's mothers went with them, while they were apartment hunting. Even their mothers agreed with the girls about rejecting the apartments they had seen. It almost appeared as though the girls would never find a suitable place to live.
Three weeks later they were still searching unsuccessfully for an apartment. The foursome stopped at a realty office to check on any new listings. Barb's mother knew the owner of the agency, and he had promised to keep them informed of any new openings that occurred.
John Kirby, the real estate agent, was trying to explain some of the reasons for the scarcity of apartments in the city.
"The fact that we have as many industries as we do, and the presence of the University in town, really places all available apartments at a premium."
"Surely there must be something available for the girls, John," pleaded Martha Gibbons.
"There's one thing that I know you folks haven't considered as yet, Martha."
"What's that?"
"Well, I hate to drum up business for my competition, Martha, but I do want to see the girls come up with a decent place to live."
"Don't keep us in suspense, John. What is it?"
"I think the girls should consider buying a trailer."
There was a hush over the group.
"I know what you folks are thinking," added John. "You've heard a lot about the low moral standards of the people in a trailer court, and you also think that they're too expensive for the girls to afford one."
Their silence confirmed John's statements.
"It's obvious that none of you have ever visited a trailer court. A trailer is gracious, respectable, and cheap living. Of course, you have to be a little selective regarding the trailer court you select to live in. A person can have loose morals in an apartment, just as easily as in a trailer court. In fact, I think it's easier in an apartment."
"That's probably very true, John, but how about the cost?"
"A new and large trailer would probably run the girls about fifty-five dollars per month."
Once they heard the price, the parents were on their way to being convinced. The only thing that remained to be determined was which trailer court the girls should live in.
CHAPTER THREE
The trailer was beautiful. Neither the girls, nor their parents, realized how well built and palatial these modern trailers were. The girls' parents remembered only that trailers were originally used by vagabonds and merely provided the occupant with a place to sleep. The modern trailers were self-contained and luxurious. Each girl had a bedroom. The living room was spacious, and it was equipped with a TV set.
Barb and Kaye had worked out a set of rules that they were to follow. Each girl had certain specific duties, and they took turns doing the cooking. It was a great setup for both girls. They had a liquor supply, but it was well hidden. They didn't want either set of parents accidentally finding the liquor supply.
It was nice to come home from the office, start supper, change clothes, and have a drink before supper. After the supper dishes were finished, the girls would have another drink, then they would watch TV, write letters, read, or have some girl friends in for cards. It was really gracious living.
They had not invited any men into the trailer, because they didn't want to earn a "bad" reputation in the trailer court. They felt that they could invite men into the trailer later on, after they knew their way around the trailer court a little better. Also, they had to wait until the novelty of visiting a trailer court had worn off for their parents. They had a rather nasty habit of dropping in on the girls, suddenly and unexpectedly. They didn't want to queer their setup by having their parents barge in unexpectedly, while they were entertaining male company.
Kaye and Barb would occasionally double date, but they still went their separate ways the majority of the time. They weren't married to each other, and it would be a mistake to do everything together. Kaye went home on week ends, because she had promised her mother that she would do this as often as possible. This wasn't going to last long, though, because it was starting to get a little boring and expensive. Also, it limited the number of dates that she could have.
Kaye had gone home again this week end, so Barb had the trailer to herself. She had a date with Rick Barber on Friday night. Rick also worked at the insurance company and was considered by all the girls in the office to be very good looking. Barb had dated him a few times before and really liked him. The only trouble was that Rick would never be rich. He had absolutely no ambition. He was perfectly content with the job that he had, and he spent all of his money chasing women. He had no future; he would always be the playboy without adequate funds to play the game in the manner in which he would like to become accustomed. Barb didn't want to marry this type of man, regardless of how much she liked him.
Rick was supposed to pick her up at the trailer at nine o'clock. She arrived home from the office around five-thirty. The first thing she did was to strip off her clothes and get comfortable. This was part of Barb's regular routine. Normally, after getting out of her working clothes, she would either put on her pajamas or a pair of shorts and a halter. Since she planned to take a shower later on, she couldn't see much sense in putting on any clothes. Also, she felt so free and easy, and also slightly wicked, without any clothes on, so she pulled the shades in the trailer and decided to run around the place in the nude.
The next important job on her agenda was to mix herself a drink. This was one of the most relaxing times of her day. A nice cool drink and the quietness of the trailer contributed a great deal to helping a person relax and retain her sanity. She took her drink and sat down in the easy chair. The damned fabric was scratchy on her bare bottom, so she placed her robe over the chair and sat down on the robe. The drink was really refreshing and went down quickly. Barb got up and mixed herself a second drink. After the second drink, she decided that she had better fix herself something to eat, before she ended up getting drunk.
After she had eaten and washed the dishes, she mixed herself another drink and turned on the TV set. It was early yet, so she decided to relax a little before taking her shower and getting dressed. One more drink and then she would get up and take her shower, she thought.
Barb finished the drink and then closed her eyes for a few seconds, just to rest her eyes. The next time she opened her eyes it was a quarter to nine. God, she had fallen asleep in the chair. She jumped out of her chair as though she had been shot out of a cannon. She had forgotten about the glass with the ice in it, and it went crashing to the floor. The glass didn't break, but the water from the melted ice spilled on the floor. Hell. Now she had to take the time to clean up that mess.
It seemed that the wrong things always happened, when a person was in a hurry. Just because she was late, she knew that Rick would probably either be on time for their date, or more likely, he would be early. If she had been ready on time, then her date would usually be late.
She had just finished wiping up the water, when there was a knock at the door. It must be Rick. She almost yelled "come in," when she remembered that she was still naked. She grabbed her robe and covered herself. Then she went to the door.
"Hi, Rick. Come on in. I'm not ready yet, as you can see."
In the past, the girls had always made sure that they were ready to leave the trailer when their dates arrived. This way they didn't have to invite the boys into the trailer. Barb had no choice in the matter this time. She couldn't leave him standing outside for half an hour, while she showered and dressed. Rick came into the trailer.
"I'm really sorry I'm not ready, Rick, but I fell asleep in the chair."
"That's okay, doll. I don't mind waiting for something as nice as you."
Rick was positive that Barb wore nothing underneath the robe. His eyes roamed to the opening at her throat. Barb was aware of his stare, so she pulled her robe together at the top.
"Fix yourself a drink, Rick, while I take my shower."
Rick fixed himself a drink and then made himself comfortable in the easy chair, so that he could watch TV while he was waiting for Barb to get ready. Barb went into the shower but she didn't completely close the door. The door had a full length mirror, and, at the angle the door was ajar, Rick could observe Barb perfectly in the shower.
He didn't know if this was an intentional oversight on Barb's part or not, but he thoroughly enjoyed the show that she was putting on. She had a damned desirable body. Barb wasn't paying any attention to the slightly ajar door. When she stepped out of the shower, though, she noticed that it was slightly open, and she could also observe Rick watching her. Then she realized that he had been able to see her the entire time that she had been taking her shower.
Rick got out of his chair and walked over to the partially open door.
"Can I dry your back, honey?"
"You're nothing but a peeping torn."
"That may be true, honey, but you sure put on a hell of a good show. Can I dry your back for you?"
"Go fix me a drink first."
Rick wasn't in a drink-fixing mood, but he didn't want to get Barb mad at him. He fixed two drinks and returned. The door was still open. That was a good sign, he thought. He walked into Barb's bedroom. She was still drying herself. She hadn't dressed, and it didn't appear as though she were in any hurry to do so.
"You can dry my back for me now."
Rick placed the drinks on the end table near the bed and took the towel from Barb. He started drying her back, but he didn't just work on her back. He strayed down to her buttocks and also around the sides to her breasts.
"You're going to rub the skin off of my back, Rick. How about that drink now?"
"Okay, honey. That sounds like a good idea."
The bed was the only place in the room to sit, so they both sat on the bed. They both took a sip from their drinks and then replaced them on the end table. They both knew what was supposed to happen next, and neither of them wanted it to stop.
"You're going to get lint all over your pretty blue suit from this bedspread, Rick."
"I guess maybe we'd better do something about that. What do you suggest?"
"Well, we could take off the bedspread, or you could take off your suit."
"Why don't we do both, honey? That way we can be doubly safe."
"That sounds like an even better idea!"
"I'll help you with the bedspread if you'll help me with my suit, Barb."
In less than five minutes they were both naked and lying together on the bed. Rick was a slow lover. He didn't enjoy jumping on and off. He enjoyed the fullest pleasures possible with a woman's body. He took Barb into his arms and started to kiss her. Their tongues met and played little games. At the same time his hands were running up and down her back.
Rick left her lips and moved down toward her breasts. He worked slowly and diligently on her breasts. Barb was ready, but Rick wanted to enjoy the preliminaries. Barb tried unsuccessfully to pull him on top of her, but he resisted. Then she tried to roll on top of him, but Rick was forcing her to hold back.
"Slow down, Barb. The preliminaries are just as important as the final thing."
"My God, Rick. Don't make me wait any longer!"
"Relax, honey, it's not time yet."
Rick rolled Barb over on her back and then started to assault her body with his kisses. At the same time his hands were working feverishly over the sensitive parts of her body. Barb was ready to go out of her mind. She had just about reached the point where she couldn't stand it any longer, when Rick finally came to her rescue.
The drive home was effortless, because he had done such a professional job of preparing her for the final onslaught. Rick played and teased Barb over the top. Then she relaxed, but Rick wouldn't let her relax. Barb started all over again. This time he worked with her until she shot over the top again.
"No more, Rick, please! I'm exhausted. I can't do it again."
Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Because Rick had awakened her desires again, Barb felt herself going over the top, but this time she took Rick with her. It was great. They both lay on the bed, exhausted.
"I need a cigarette, Rick."
"I could also use a drink."
Barb got out of bed to get the cigarettes. She could hardly walk, her legs were so weak. No man had ever made her feel like this before. Sex had never been this great. Rick mixed the drinks and then returned to the bed.
"You're pretty damned good, Rick, but I guess that you've been told that before."
"You're not so bad yourself, honey, and I guess you've been told that before too."
Barb snuggled in Rick's arms and relaxed. She felt like going to sleep, but Rick had different ideas. He started playing with the nipples on her breasts again. Barb was positive that she was still too exhausted to have her desires re-awakened, but Rick knew exactly what he was doing. Barb couldn't help but notice that Rick was more than ready for another session. My God, she thought, he's insatiable.
Her breasts were starting to tingle again. The nipples became firm and erect, but Rick wasn't satisfied. He kept right on working and stimulating the erect nipples, until Barb thought that they would pop off. She didn't believe that it was possible, but here she was all ready to go again. Rick took her over the course again and again, until she finally collapsed from sheer exhaustion.
It was two o'clock in the morning before Rick finally left the trailer. Barb didn't even get up to put on her pajamas. In fact, she barely had enough energy left to pull the covers up over her sexually exhausted body. God, what a man she had found. She had grabbed a hold of the tiger by the tail and couldn't let go. She had never enjoyed sex to such a degree before in her entire life. She was convinced that she didn't want to let go of the tiger.
* * *
Barb still dated Rick occasionally, but she wouldn't let it be on a steady basis. She dated him when she knew that Kaye was going to be gone for the week end, and when she needed another fantastic sex session. Barb wasn't going to let her emotions run away with her logical thinking and her plans. She was going to marry a man that could provide her with the things that she had always wanted in life. She wasn't going to confuse a satisfactory sex partner with a satisfactory husband. It would be nice if she could have both in the same man, but at the present time she wanted the satisfactory husband more than she wanted the satisfactory sex partner. The satisfactory sex partner she could always find.
Kaye didn't know about the sex sessions that were occurring in the trailer during her absences. She may have suspected that something was going on, but she really didn't mind. Kaye wasn't a prude, but she hadn't really found a situation, except for that time with Ron and Kit, when she felt that she wanted to go the route. She had managed to keep her emotions under control since that night.
Kaye and Barb still double dated, but they still never allowed the men inside the trailer. Barb didn't mind this arrangement, because she could bring men inside the trailer when Kaye wasn't around. It was a nice working arrangement. As long as Kaye didn't put a damper on her fun, Barb didn't give a damn if she went the route or not.
Kaye was moving up in her job. She hoped to become a private secretary before long. Her opportunity came sooner than she had expected. A man was moving in from one of the regional offices and would have to have a private secretary-receptionist. In the back of her mind, Kaye hoped that she might get the job, but she wasn't planning or scheming for it... Drew Andrews was thirty-eight and good looking. He was in no hurry to make a decision regarding his personal secretary. He seemed to be looking over the field. Kaye got slightly irritated at the way some of the girls in the office threw themselves at the new boss. He was good looking, but Kaye didn't feel that this was reason enough for a girl to make a fool of herself in public.
It was obvious to onlookers that some of these girls wanted the job working for Mr. Andrews so badly that they were willing to do anything to get it. As much as Kaye wanted the job, she refused to sell her body as a means of achieving it. She was also convinced that Mr. Andrews would not be taken in by these obvious approaches.
Drew had been at the new job for two weeks, when he requested that Kaye come into his office to see him. Kaye had no idea what Mr. Andrews wanted her for. She had done a great deal of typing for him during these past two weeks, but he had never summoned her into his office.
"Come in, Miss Johnson. Have a seat, please."
Kaye still wasn't sure what this was all about.
"Do you take dictation, Miss Johnson?"
"Yes, I do. I'm considered fairly good at taking dictation and at transcribing."
"Very good. I'm recommending to Miss Turner that you be promoted to my personal secretary."
"Why, thank you, Mr. Andrews."
"There'll be a nice raise in salary with this promotion. You can move your things in immediately."
"Thank you again, Mr. Andrews."
* * *
Kaye had been at her new job for three weeks now, and was enjoying every minute of it. Drew was a wonderful boss and very easy to get along with. She had decided that this was the type of man that she would want to settle down with. In her book, he was tops. He expected the people under him to work hard, but then, he always worked hard himself.
Kaye and Drew had progressed to a first name status when other people weren't around the office. Kaye was starting to regard him as more than just her boss. The look in her eyes indicated the presence of more than just professional respect. Kaye and Drew had spent a few evenings working together, but everything had been strictly business. She hoped that he would think of her in terms other than as his private secretary. She was awed and impressed with Drew, and she confused these feelings about her boss with the emotions of love. She didn't know what to do to make him aware of the fact that she was a desirable woman.
Kaye didn't have to do anything to make Drew aware of her female assets. He was already more than aware of them. In fact, he was planning to get Kaye into his bed as soon as possible. He didn't want to rush the situation, but he was going to have to make his move soon.
He had been madder than hell when he had first been informed that he was being moved up to the main office. He was pleased with the promotion and the salary increase, but yet, he was still a little irritated with having to make the move. He had established himself socially in Donnerville. He had a number of women that he could call on the spur of the moment for a little fun in their bed and not have to worry about them talking. His wife had never been satisfied with their social life in Donnerville, and she was very happy to be moving up in the organization.
Since he already had a list of available females in Donnerville, he hated the idea of moving to a new environment, where he would have to start compiling a new list, from scratch. This was the reason that he had been irritated at having to make the move at first. But then, Drew realized that a bigger city would also have many more desirable women to choose from. Therefore, he had come to look forward to moving to Travis City, even though he knew that he would have to experience a slight sexual drought.
Martha Andrews was pleased when Drew had told her about his promotion, because she wanted to live in a larger city, where there would be more social life for her to participate in. She had never liked the hick town atmosphere of Donnerville. Martha Andrews was the rich one in the family. Drew's salary just about took care of the income taxes on his wife's investments. This was one of the reasons that Drew worked so hard at his job. He wanted to make it on his own abilities so that he could tell Martha that she could take her money and shove it.
Another reason that he worked so hard at his job was so that he could be away from Martha. She was nothing but a bitch. All she could do was worry about herself. She took everything and gave nothing in return. Everything that Martha Andrews did would in some way benefit Martha Andrews.
Drew had wanted a family, but Martha didn't want to ruin her figure. Also, she didn't want anything to interfere with her life and pleasure, and a snot-nosed kid would do exactly that. As a result they had been married for ten years now, and they still had no children.
As a result of this difficult home life, Drew soon turned to other pastures for his sexual releases. And, being good looking, he had no difficulty in finding females who were more than willing to please him and to love him. He was never in love with these other women, he merely enjoyed their bodies.
Martha suspected, in fact she knew, that Drew had other girl friends, but as long as he didn't flaunt his conquests in public, or in front of her, she didn't really mind. In fact, as long as he was getting his ashes hauled somewhere else, then he wasn't bothering her with his sex demands.
How about Martha and her own sex demands? Although Drew never suspected, his wife also had a string of lovers on the side. She was very discreet, because she didn't want him to have any grounds or evidence on her for a divorce. Since he had to do a great deal of traveling, she was able to fit her lovers around his trips. This was another reason why she didn't want any children around. They would only serve to hamper her movements and reduce her freedom.
* * *
Kaye and Drew were working late again. Drew had a lot of work to do in order to familiarize himself with his new job. It was almost seven o'clock, and they hadn't even stopped for supper. Kaye's stomach was starting to complain. Her stomach growled so loudly once, that even Drew heard it.
"I'm sorry, Kaye. I'd forgotten all about taking time out for supper. How about if I have something sent up for us?"
"Sounds great, Drew."
Drew called the snack shop and asked that an order be delivered to his office.
"Let's finish up this batch of letters, while we're waiting for the order, Kaye."
"If you wish."
He was finishing dictating the last letter in the group, when there was a knock at the door. "Come in."
The night watchman entered with a young boy carrying two sacks of food.
"Sorry to interrupt you, Mr. Andrews, but the boy said he had an order for you."
"That's right, Mac. How much do I owe you, young fellow?"
"Two-fifty, sir."
Drew gave him three singles.
"Keep the change."
"Thank you, sir."
"Pull up your chair, Kaye, and let's get to work on this food. I'll bet you're starved."
"I didn't realize how hungry I actually was."
They took almost an hour eating their supper. They talked and joked together while they were eating. Drew really enjoyed this kind of interlude, because he never had this type of an informal supper or chat with his wife. With Martha, supper was a formal situation. After they were finished they sat back and relaxed.
"I guess we should do some more work, Kaye, but I'm bushed."
"Whatever you want to do, Drew."
"How about a drink?"
Kaye hesitated for a minute.
"I've got the makings right here in the office."
"All right," she said. "That sounds like a good idea."
He mixed two drinks and then returned to her. "Here you are, honey."
Kaye assumed that the familiar name he had used was merely a friendly gesture, although she wished that he meant it. She sipped her drink slowly. It tasted good. They continued to talk and to drink. Drew found out a number of things about her. In fact, he found out more about her than she did about him. She didn't count the drinks, and after a while she really didn't care to count them.
"Why don't you come over here and sit with me on the sofa, honey?"
"Okay, Drew, I'd love to."
She got out of her chair and noticed that her legs were a little wobbly.
"Whee, I didn't realize I'd had so much to drink."
Drew got up to help steady her. She stumbled into his arms. The next step was inevitable. Drew found her lips and held her close. She didn't resist, because she had hoped that this would happen. She put her arms around him and returned the kiss.
"Hold me, darling. Hold me tight!"
"I will, Kaye. Don't worry, darling. Don't talk now, just hold me and kiss me."
"Oh, Drew, we shouldn't be doing this!"
"Don't talk, Kaye."
He cut off her feeble objections with another kiss. This time Kaye parted her lips slightly and allowed his tongue to enter and search for hers. It was a long and torrid kiss, and they finally separated. He eased her down on the sofa and then joined her. He didn't want to move too fast, but yet he didn't want to let Kaye get away from him.
He pulled her to him again. This time, when they kissed, his hands were also busy working on the buttons at the back of her dress. He worked slowly but surely on the buttons. He would undo one button and then move his hands along the sides of her body to rub her breasts. They were nice breasts. He could almost visualize what they would look like, when the bra was no longer concealing them. He knew that they had to be firm and upturned, with an adequate sized nipple.
Kaye was not unaware of what Drew was doing to the buttons of her dress, and also, what he was doing to her emotions. She knew that if she didn't stop him right now, then she would not be able to stop him later. She sensed an urgency in his kisses, and she also sensed the same urgency in her own kisses. She was suddenly aware that he was no longer kissing her lips but was now playing games with her ear. She had a short fuse when someone kissed her ear, and that's exactly what he was doing to her, lighting the fuse. His hands were also busy on her breasts, and the combination of these two actions was slowly driving her wild.
Drew moved from her ear and was kissing the back of her neck. He turned her around so that her back was now to him. He continued to kiss her neck, continued to work down her back, still playing with her breasts. One hand was playing with her breasts, while the other hand was gently rubbing over her tummy, toward the glorious triangle.
Drew finally eased her dress down and then undid her bra. Then he turned her around again and vigorously attacked her breasts. Kaye had passed the point of no return. She didn't care any more what happened. Actually, she did care what happened. She was ready to go the route.
Drew sensed this readiness in her.
"Stand up for a minute, darling."
Kaye reacted like a robot. When she stood up, her dress dropped to the floor. She stood before him, clad only in her panties. Drew took care of the last item of clothing and then eased her down on the sofa again. He quickly stripped off his own clothing and joined her on the sofa. He held her close to him and started kissing her again. She knew what was coming next, but she didn't know how soon to expect the onslaught against her virginity.
Drew was an accomplished lover, and Kaye was totally prepared before he finally took her. It was wonderful. Kaye had never experienced anything like this before in her entire life. When it happened she was positive that she had witnessed a fireworks exhibit. She couldn't remember, but she thought that she recalled screaming, when she finally went over the top. Kaye was finally a woman.
CHAPTER FOUR
While Drew Andrews was completing another female conquest on the sofa in his office, his wife was not sitting at home idly twiddling her thumbs. Martha Andrews knew about her husband's escapades, but Drew didn't know about his wife's extracurricular activities. Drew was convinced that his wife bordered on being frigid. Their sex relationships were on a very strict schedule. Tuesday and Friday nights were sex nights, if Drew wanted to participate. Martha never reminded him of those nights, but she always reminded him that the other nights were for sleeping.
Drew had remained faithful to his wife the first few years of their marriage, but being young and above normal in his sex demands, Drew soon turned to other women for his sexual releases. This really didn't bother Martha, because it meant that he'd demand less from her if he was being taken care of by someone else.
Martha Andrews was not in love with her husband. In fact, she had never been in love with him. She had married Drew because she knew that he would make a socially acceptable husband. He was good looking, smart and aggressive. Martha could never have been happy with any one man. She enjoyed sex with as many different people as possible. She knew when she married Drew that she would be able to control him. Therefore, she would be able to do the things that she wanted to do.
Martha Andrews was the spoiled child of a very well-to-do family. Martha was their only child, therefore, she had love, attention and money lavished on her all during her life. She had come to expect freedom in everything that she did as her right.
Her parents never denied her any request, regardless of how fantastic it might be. Martha soon realized that she could control her parents, and she did exactly that. She started out early in life looking for all the thrills that she could experience.
Martha started running with the free and easy crowd when she was only fourteen years old. She was well developed for her age and was very pretty. It was only natural that the men would be attracted to her. It wasn't long before she had developed the morals of an alley cat.
Her first experiment in sex came shortly after she had started running around with the free and easy crowd. Jason and Chichi were the ringleaders, because they were the oldest couple in the group. They were both seventeen years old.
They had all gone to a teen-age dance at the Country Club. Since the dance was fairly well chaperoned, it soon developed into a pretty dull affair. The Unholy Eight, as they had named themselves, were sitting in a corner discussing ways to salvage this dull evening. Jason finally came up with an idea.
"Let's bug out of here and go swimming."
"They won't open the pool for us at this time of night."
"Hell, Martha, I'm not talking about going swimming here at the club."
Martha decided to keep her mouth shut and let the rest of them do the planning. Chichi was interested in Jason's suggestion.
"What've you got in mind, Jason?"
"My folks are gone for the weekend. Let's go over to my house and use our swimming pool. It's quiet out there and the place is fenced, so we can have ourselves a real swinging party."
Chichi had a wicked smile on her face.
"Are you really planning to go swimming?"
Jason laughed, then said: "Won't you ever learn, honey?"
The rest of the group laughed at Jason's remark, but Martha wasn't sure exactly what they were laughing about. Everybody agreed that Jason had a good idea, so they quietly left the party and drove over to Jason's house. They all headed through the house and out to the swimming pool. Jason turned on the underwater lights. These lights were all that were needed. You could see what was going on around the edge of the pool, but five feet back from the edge of the pool everything was pitch black.
"Get comfortable, kids, while I get some towels and drinks."
Martha was positive that she knew how things were going to progress at this party. The subject of swimming suits had never been mentioned during the course of the discussion, and unless Jason had a supply of spare swim suits on hand, then they were all going to go swimming in the nude. Chichi confirmed Martha's suspicions.
"Last one in the pool is a dirty name."
Chichi was stripping off her clothes and the rest of the group immediately followed her example, including Martha. By the time Jason returned to the pool, the others were already frolicking around in the water. The underwater lights made it possible for a viewer on the edge of the pool to see everything.
"It looks as though you kids are way ahead of me."
Jason stripped off his clothes and dived into the pool. Martha watched him dive into the pool, but she couldn't see where he had gone. She soon found out where he had gone, because suddenly he grabbed her from behind. He quickly cupped her breasts and pulled her close to his body.
"Say, Martha, I didn't realize you'd developed such a nice handful."
Martha could feel his manhood hard against her. Jason turned her around so that he could kiss her and also have a better approach shot. The other couples were also horsing around in the water. That was the nice thing about this crowd; they didn't pair off on a permanent basis. Everybody went with everybody else. Therefore, Martha knew that none of the other girls would be jealous or mad because Jason was playing with her.
"Want to try it in the water, Martha?"
Martha merely nodded her head, and Jason started to accomplish what she thought was not possible. The initial penetration hurt, but then she no longer noticed the pain. Jason finally finished.
"Hell, I didn't know you were still a virgin, Martha."
"Would that have made any difference?"
"Hell no, you've got to lose it sooner or later."
Martha stayed with the group until she graduated from high school and went away to college. The group continued to enjoy each other sexually during this period of time. Since Jason and Chichi had the most experience, they introduced the rest of the group to some pretty wild sex activities. Martha loved every minute of it.
* * *
Martha wasn't worried about Drew finding a house immediately in Travis City. She was having too much fun right now to worry about that little unimportant item. She also realized that she would experience a sexual drought in Travis City, until she learned her way around the town and acquired a new stable of lovers.
At the present moment, though, she was more concerned with the young couple presently with her in the house. Jim and Arlene were sitting in separate chairs in the den, and it was quite obvious that they both felt very uncomfortable. Jim couldn't figure out exactly what Martha had in mind. Jim was one of Martha's lovers. He had slept with her on numerous occasions. Martha had called him and invited him over to the house for a party, so he had rightfully assumed that she wanted to tumble in the hay with him for a few hours. What had confused him was the presence of Arlene at the little party. He couldn't figure out exactly why she was also there.
Arlene was just as confused regarding the situation as was Jim. Arlene was also one of Martha's lovers. Neither of them was a Lesbian, but Martha enjoyed a change of pace, and Arlene had also liked the change of pace. When Martha had called her she had also expected to head straight for the bedroom as soon as she arrived at the house. When Jim arrived at the house at about the same time, Arlene was very bewildered.
Martha mixed the drinks for everybody and then sat down and made herself comfortable. She was wearing a robe and the couple suspected that she probably wore nothing else under it.
"Well, now that we're all comfortable, do you two lovelies know each other?"
"Sure, we know each other. Arlene and I graduated from high school together."
"Well, that's nice. I'm glad we're all among friends. Did you and Arlene ever date each other, Jim?"
"No, we didn't, Martha. I guess we were always tied up with someone else at the wrong times."
"That's too bad. I think you and Arlene would have made a very compatible couple. Didn't you ever want to date her, Jim?"
"I'd never really thought too much about it."
"Well, think about it, lover."
"Yeah, I guess I'd have liked to date her."
"Good. Now, how about you, Arlene?"
"I guess I would've liked dating Jim."
"Heavens, your drinks are gone. Let me get you some refills. I'm not being a very good hostess."
Martha went over to the bar and mixed a fresh batch of drinks.
"I'm a little disappointed in you, Jim."
"How's that, Martha?"
"I was positive that a young stud like you would've been trying to put the make on Arlene."
Jim blushed at this last remark and shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
"And you too, Arlene. Didn't you ever think you'd like to have Jim take you to bed?"
"Please, Martha!"
"Oh, come on now, Arlene. We're all friends. You don't have to be embarrassed. It's not as though you were a virgin."
Jim glanced over at Arlene. He knew that Martha possessed a mean streak in her personality, and that she also enjoyed doing some kooky things, but he couldn't figure out what she was trying to prove.
"Did you know that Arlene wasn't a virgin, Jim?"
"No, I didn't."
"Didn't you even suspect that she wasn't a virgin, while you were in school?"
"Well, I kind of suspected that maybe she wasn't a pure girl, but you never know about a person."
"Oh? What made you suspect that maybe she wasn't a pure little teenager any more?"
"I don't know. I hadn't really thought too much about it, Martha."
"Well, think about it, Jim. I'd like to know what made you suspect that Arlene wasn't a virgin."
Damn her, he thought. Why didn't she let up on him?
"Well, it was primarily the group that she ran around with. They were supposed to have a pretty good thing going in their club."
Martha turned to Arlene, and said: "Is that true? Did your group have a pretty good thing going?"
"Why are you doing this to me, Martha? What difference does it make?"
"I think it makes a lot of difference, Arlene. I think it helps us all to know each other better. This way we can all be very good and close friends. Now, did your group have a good thing going?"
"We thought we did. It was a lot of fun at the time."
"What did the group do?"
"We had a closed membership of five boys and five girls. The only way we'd take another couple into the club was if one couple had to leave town, or something. We also promised that we'd date only people within the club; that's why I never had a chance to go out with Jim."
"Well, that sounds pretty cozy. What did you kids do in the club for fun?"
"It was a non-virgin club."
"Well, that does sound like fun. Now, Jim, you know for sure that Arlene wasn't a virgin. Would it have made any difference to you if she was a virgin?"
"No," Jim said. "Not really."
"That's good. I'd like to know more about your club sometime, Arlene. I'll bet you kids devised some rather unique techniques for the initiation."
"We tried a few things."
"Would you like to take Arlene to bed, Jim?"
"That's kind of an embarrassing question."
"I don't think so," said Martha. "Arlene's been truthful with us, and all that the question requires is merely a yes or a no answer."
Jim wasn't going to answer her question.
"Well, how about it, Arlene? Will you let Jim make love to you?"
Still no answer.
"Let me fix another round of drinks while you two hesitant lovers think it over."
Martha was enjoying this little game. Actually, it was sexually stimulating to her to talk about sex activities with these two lovers of hers. Martha returned with the drinks and seated herself on the sofa.
"Why don't you two timid souls join me here on the sofa," she said. "There's no sense in our having to yell across the room at each other."
The two shy love partners joined Martha on the sofa.
"There. Now, isn't this much cozier than before?"
The two nodded their agreement. Martha picked up the conversation again.
This is a little dull. I hate a dull party. How about some more dancing music?"
Before either of them could answer, she was off the sofa and headed for the hi-fi set. She put on a stack of long-playing records and then returned to the sofa.
"Come on, you kids are getting behind in your drinks."
Jim and Arlene downed their drinks and Martha refilled them again.
"Jim, why don't you and Arlene dance? I love to watch young people dance."
Jim and Arlene got up and danced. This gave them a chance to talk together.
"Have you been here many times, Arlene?"
"A few. How about you?"
"Yeah, me too. Have you had sex with her?"
"Yes, I have. You too?"
"Yes. I wonder what she's got in mind for tonight?"
"I don't know. Jim, would you want to take me to bed?"
"Gosh, yes!"
"Hey, you two," Martha interrupted, "how about doing the twist? I like to watch the twist."
She went over to the hi-fi and put on some twist records. Then she refilled the glasses and sat down on the sofa again. Martha loved to watch people doing the twist, because it was a very lewd dance, in essence.
Jim and Arlene danced the twist for a while and then they finally decided that they needed a drink and a break. They were both getting hot. In fact, both of them were perspiring freely.
Arlene was starting to feel a little giddy. The drinks were starting to take hold of her now.
"That sweater must be awfully hot, Arlene. Why in heaven's name don't you take it off and get comfortable?" Martha suggested.
Arlene came over to Martha so that she could answer her question without Jim hearing her reply.
"I didn't wear a bra, Martha, so I can't take off my sweater."
"Oh, heavens, girl. Is that all that's bothering you?"
Martha untied the sash to her robe and opened it. She was totally naked under the robe.
"You don't have to worry now, Arlene. As you can see, I don't have a bra on, either."
"Hey, what're you two women mumbling about?" inquired Jim.
"We're going to have a contest, Jim, and you're going to be the judge. I want to know who has the prettiest breasts. Come on, Arlene, don't be so bashful."
Martha took off her robe and stood nude before them. Arlene hesitated for a minute, but then Martha came over and helped her remove her sweater.
"Come on, Jim, you're the judge."
Jim was starting to get into the mood of things. Hell, there was no reason for him to be bashful. And, anyhow, what could be more fun than making love to two good-looking women? Jim took his duties as a judge seriously. He felt and stroked and pinched. Then he stood back and looked and admired them again. It was a rather difficult decision.
Arlene had small, pert and upturned breasts, with well-formed nipples. He pushed them in and then watched them pop out. He kept doing this until the nipple stood erect. Then he switched to Martha's breasts. They were much larger than Arlene's, but they still didn't sag. He played with the large nipples on Martha's breasts until they also stood erect "What's the verdict, Jim?"
"I'd say it's a draw, Martha."
"You're chicken, Jim. You're also a diplomat, though. Now, how about another drink, kids?"
Martha walked over to the bar to mix the fresh drinks. She was still nude, and Arlene was still nude from the waist up. Jim was the only one who was still fully dressed. Martha returned with the drinks.
"Are you going to be a party pooper, Jim? Why don't you make yourself comfortable and get out of your clothes? You too, Arlene. I'm not going to be the only one running around here completely bare."
Jim and Arlene removed the rest of their clothes. Neither one really cared any more. They were finally starting to get into the mood of the party.
"Okay, kids, follow me. I've got a surprise planned for you."
They mutely followed Martha down the hall and into her bedroom. The bedroom was a typical female bedroom, except for the extra large size bed.
"Come on in, kids, and make yourselves comfortable. Hop on the bed, and I'll join you both in just a minute."
Martha set up a movie projector and then joined the naked couple on the bed.
"Well, let's relax and enjoy the movie."
It was a typical sex movie. This was the first one that Arlene had ever seen, though she had heard about them before. Jim had seen a couple of them before, and each time he had seen one he had become sexually stimulated. And, this time was no different.
Arlene watched in utter fascination at what was taking place on the screen. A girl was alone in a bedroom and was getting ready for bed. She stripped off her clothes and then pranced around the room in the nude. She played with her breasts and stimulated the nipples. Then she fell on the bed. At this point a man came into the room and proceeded to remove his clothes. They didn't waste much film on the preliminaries. They got right down to the main event.
"How do you like the movie, Arlene?"
"This is the first time I've ever seen a movie like this in all my life, Martha."
"Have you ever seen one of these before, Jim?"
"Yeah, I've seen one or two, but they're always fun to watch."
"Well, watch, kids, because it gets better."
Arlene wasn't sure how the movie could get any better. She started to understand, though, when the next scene came on. The second scene was an animal act. At least one half of the act was animal. The other half of the act was a good-looking woman.
Arlene had never suspected, even in her wildest dreams, that anything like the action on the screen was possible. The next act was two women, and then they were joined by a man.
"How do you like it now, Arlene?"
"It's great!"
"Does it give you any ideas?"
"It sure as hell does, Martha."
"Jim, you're not being very nice to Arlene. That poor girl needs a man. Why don't you help her out? In fact, I think you're badly in need of some help yourself."
Jim didn't need to be offered that tasty morsel twice. Both he and Arlene were more than ready. Martha sat back and watched the proceedings. This was great. Martha was deriving a great deal of sexual stimulation from watching Jim and Arlene making love. It was really something to watch Arlene's face. The expressions kept changing constantly. Jim was an accomplished stud, and Martha could predict exactly what was happening to Arlene by the changing expressions on her face.
Martha finally could no longer stand to be a passive observer. Jim and Arlene were still working, but Martha crawled over to Arlene and started to kiss her. Jim adjusted himself so as to give Martha a little more working room.
Jim found that the presence of another naked woman helped to arouse him to greater heights. He finally shot over the top. Then he rolled off Arlene and tried to rest for a few minutes. Martha wanted satisfaction now. She climbed on top of him.
"My God, Martha, give me a chance to catch my breath!"
"I'm not in any mood to wait, lover."
"You're going to have to wait, anyhow, regardless of whether you like it or not."
"Want to bet on that?"
Martha went to work on Jim. Damn him, she thought, she wasn't getting any place with him. She finally decided she would have to let him rest, after all.
"Come on, Arlene, this guy's dead for awhile. Let's you and I make it together."
Jim was interested because he wasn't sure how these two women would go about making out with each other.
"What in the hell do you two women think you can do together?" Jim asked.
"You just watch, and you'll discover the truth."
Martha and Arlene assumed the heads-over-heels-in-love-with-each-other-position and then started working on each other. Jim watched in fascination as the two women went to town. Martha and Arlene finally found satisfaction for which they had been searching. They both screamed as they found their release.
The entire scene had re-awakened Jim. As soon as Arlene climbed off Martha, Jim threw himself on her and then they started all over again.
Jim and Arlene finally left six hours later, and all three participants were sexually, physically, and mentally exhausted.
* * *
Kaye had found a new toy and she enjoyed it. She and Drew were having a wonderful time experimenting together. He was a wonderful teacher, and Kaye took to sex like a duck takes to water. Barb went home one week end which allowed Kaye and Drew to have the trailer to themselves. Kaye had not forgotten that she and Barb had promised not to bring men into the trailer, but she figured that what Barb didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Kaye figured that she and Drew should be allowed the privilege of enjoying each other in a bed, for a change. It was so much better in bed than it had been on the sofa in Drew's office or in the back seat of his car.
Kaye and Drew were relaxing in the bed after a pretty hectic sex bout. Drew was insatiable. He needed very little time for recovery. Kaye was cradled in his arms.
"Drew, I love you."
"I love you too, Kaye. I want you with me all the time."
"Oh, Drew, keep telling me how much you love me. I want to marry you, darling." Drew tensed, then said: "Kaye, I can't marry you."
Kaye was shocked. "Why not, darling? Don't you love me?"
"You know that I love you, Kaye, but marriage is out of the question."
Kaye was sitting upright in bed now. She asked: "What are you trying to tell me, Drew?"
"I'm already married. That's why I can't marry you." Kaye felt as though she had been kicked in the stomach.
"You don't leave a woman very much, do you?"
"What do you mean?"
"I convinced myself that it was all right to go to bed with you, because I loved you and thought you'd marry me. But now, this just makes me a mistress. No, it's even worse than that, it makes me a whore!"
"No, Kaye, you're wrong. You're not bad. I love you and you love me. My wife and I haven't slept with each other for years now. She's a good for nothing bitch."
"Why don't you divorce her then?" she asked.
"I can't. She won't give me a divorce because of her religion, and also she controls all the money in the family. Please try and understand my situation, darling."
"I'm trying to, Drew, but it's not very easy to do."
"Come here, Kaye, and let me love you."
"Not now," she said. "You'd better leave now."
"Please, Kaye, don't turn me out like this. I need you. I love you."
"I have to think, and I can't do it with you here in bed with me. Please go now."
Drew got out of bed, dressed, and left the trailer. Damn it all. He had to tell her that he was married, but yet he didn't want to lose such a good piece of tail. He hoped that she would eventually come around to his way of thinking.
* * *
Rick and Barb were in the back seat of his car, naked. They were also resting from their first round of sex. They were smoking cigarettes and conserving their energies for the second round. Barb finished her cigarette and flicked it out the window and then turned her attentions back to Rick.
She started kissing his chest and working down toward his loins. Rick lay back and relaxed. He wanted to see exactly how much Barb would do in order to revitalize him. Barb worked lower and lower, until she finally reached that part of his anatomy in which she was interested. She fondled and kissed him tenderly, until life returned to that all-important part. She continued to work on him, until Rick thought he would burst.
Barb quickly positioned herself on top of him, and they were off and running. Rick hoped that the car springs would hold up under the strain. Barb loved her sex, and Rick wasn't complaining. Barb finally eased herself off again.
"God, I need a cigarette, honey. I'm going to have to rest for a little while."
"Okay, honey. I think I could use a break also."
Rick found the cigarettes and the lighter.
"Barb, there's something that I want to talk to you about."
"Sure, honey. What's on your mind?"
"I was just thinking about how great you and I are together in bed. I think we were sexually made for each other."
"I agree, lover. We really do hit the peak together. You're the best man that I've ever had. There's never been anyone like you."
"You know I'm in love with you, don't you, honey?"
"Don't spoil it, Rick."
"You're in love with me too, aren't you, Barb?"
"Of course I am, Rick, but what has that got to do with it?"
"It's got plenty to do with it," he said. "I want to marry you."
"That's out of the question."
"What do you mean? You said you loved me too. What more do we need?"
"It's more than just a matter of love," Barb said. "I want more out of life than you can ever hope to provide me with."
"You mean you'd marry someone that you didn't love, just because he had money?"
"Honey, if he had money, then I'd learn to love him."
"You mean you'll go to bed with me, but you won't marry me?"
"That's about it in a nut shell, Rick. Come on, let's get off this depressing subject. I don't want to talk, I want to make love."
"To hell with you, Barb. If I'm not good enough for you to marry', then you can go out and find yourself another stud."
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Rick. You mean you don't want to make love to me, just because I won't marry you?"
"In a nut shell, baby. Get dressed, I'm taking you home."
CHAPTER FIVE
Barb had noticed a definite change in Kaye. She couldn't quite figure out what it was, but women's intuition told her that something had happened to Kaye to change her. Maybe it was the ability of a woman of the world to recognize when another female has been had, but good. This was encouraging to Barb, if it was true.
Kaye had also noticed a change in Barb. It was obvious that something was bothering her. Kaye started to worry about this change in Barb, because she was afraid that maybe it was due to something she had done. Kaye liked Barb and the setup that they had with the trailer, so she didn't want anything to happen to this good setup.
One night after supper, Kaye decided to bring the problem out into the open and get everything all cleared up. There was no sense in letting it go on like this.
"How about a drink, Barb?"
"That sounds like a good idea, Kaye. In fact, I was just going to ask you the same question."
Barb started to get up to mix her own drink, but Kaye stopped her.
"Sit still," she said, "I'll mix the drinks. I should know how you like your drinks by now."
"Thanks, Kaye. You're a real charm."
Kaye took her time mixing the drinks, because she needed the time to think how she was going to broach the subject of asking Barb what was bothering her. She finally finished mixing the drinks and returned to the living room.
"Here you are, Barb. Taste it and see if it's okay."
Barb took a sip of the drink, then said: "Um. Just right. Just right." Kaye sat down on the sofa.
"Barb, there's something I've wanted to ask you for a long time."
"Shoot. What's on your mind?"
"How do you think everything's working out with us here in the trailer?"
"What do you mean?" Barb asked.
"You know what I mean. Is everything okay? Is everything working out as you thought it would?"
"Hell, Kaye, even better than I thought it would. I think everything's great. How about you?"
"Oh, I think everything's just tops. I wouldn't change it for the world."
Then the conversation lagged. Kaye still wanted to find out what was bothering Barb, and her initial approach hadn't worked. She finally decided to take the direct approach.
"Barb, are you mad at me about something?"
"God, no, Kay. Whatever gave you that silly idea?"
"Oh, I don't know. You just seem different lately, as though something was bothering you. I just wondered if it was something that I had done."
"You're right, Kaye, something is bothering me, but it's not anything you've done."
"I'm sure glad to hear that," sighed Kaye. "I was really getting worried."
"How about you, Kaye? Something's bothering you too. Is it something I've done?"
"Gosh, no. It's something else, but nothing you have done."
"It must be pretty serious the way you've been moping around the place. Do you want to tell me about it?"
"I don't know, Barb. I'm kind of mixed up right now."
"If you're mixed up, then a man has to be involved in the story some place."
"You're right about the man part."
"You're not knocked up or something like that, are you?" Barb asked.
"Heavens, no!" Kaye blushed.
"From the color of your face, I suspect you finally let a man get into your virginal white panties. Right?"
"You guessed it, Barb."
"Well, tell me, how did you like it?"
"It was great. I never realized how wonderful something like that could be. He was so tender and sweet."
"You don't have to tell me about it, Kaye. That's part of my problem too. If you liked it so much, then what's the big problem?"
"The big problem is that I'm in love with the guy, but I just found out that he's already married."
"In other words, you want to get married, but he doesn't."
"That's it."
"Well, my problem's just the opposite of yours. I'm in love with this guy, but I don't want to get married."
The girls continued for another hour to talk about their problems. It helped both of them to be able to talk with somebody about their individual problems. Barb finally came up with an idea.
"Look, Kaye. The answer to our problem's very simple. Instead of crying on each other's shoulders about our men troubles, I think we should have a big party to celebrate the loss of your virginity and the loss of my true love."
"Sounds like a good idea," Kaye said. "There's no sense in spoiling our fun just because we both have had a little setback."
"Good thinking, Kaye. How about breaking our 'no men allowed' rule and invite Ron and Kit over Saturday night, here to the trailer?"
"I've got a confession to make, Barb."
"Another one? This must be true confessions night."
"I brought my man to the trailer the week end that you were gone. I know I shouldn't have done that."
Barb started to laugh.
""What's so funny?" Kaye asked.
"I have a confession to make too. I've been bringing my man to the trailer on the week ends that you were gone. So, I guess we've both been guilty of the same thing."
"To hell with the rules, Barb. Call them up and let's have a coming-out party."
* * *
Drew had found a house that he thought Martha would be willing to live in. It was located in Country Club Lane and cost a hell of a lot more than he could afford. It always irritated him that Martha paid for the big houses that they had lived in. Martha refused to live in the type of house that he could afford on his salary. So, to prevent a lot of arguments, Drew let her have her own way regarding the house.
Martha was due to arrive by plane at four today. She always traveled first class whenever possible. Her money allowed her the privilege of not having to travel with the peons. Drew drove to the airport early. He knew that Martha hated to be kept waiting, so rather than go through the agony of another argument, he thought it would be wise to be there early, just in case the plane did arrive ahead of schedule, but if he were five minutes late, then the plane would be early that time.
These last six weeks without Martha had been pleasant for Drew. He often wished that he could find the courage to divorce her, but he knew that it would take more than courage, because Martha would never permit her marriage to be dissolved that easily. He would need some kind of a club before he would ever be free from Martha. On the other hand, Drew enjoyed his marital status, because it provided him with a certain amount of protection from predatory females. This way Drew could play around with other women without having to worry about some woman trying to trap him into a marriage.
Drew decided to have a cup of coffee, while he was waiting for the arrival of his wife's plane. Drew's thoughts weren't on his wife at this moment, but rather, were on Kaye. She had turned out to be a damned good bed partner, and he hated the thought of losing her. In his odd way, Drew was sort of in love with Kaye, but he knew that he wouldn't marry her, even if he could. He could no longer be satisfied with one woman, and he had turned Kaye from an inexperienced female into a sexually desirable and knowledgeable woman, in just a few short weeks. She had been a good student, but then, he had also been a good teacher.
Kaye was still cool toward him around the office, but he felt that he was starting to wear her resistance down a little. He was positive that after she had recovered from the initial shock of discovering that he was a married man, and found that the need for another sex session was becoming more urgent, then she would warm up to his advances again.
Drew's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the waitress.
"Can I get you another cup of coffee, sir?"
He looked up at the young girl behind the counter. My God, he hadn't even noticed her before. She was a nice looking girl, probably no older than eighteen. He made a quick sweep of her body with his eyes and approved of what he saw.
"Yes, please. I think I have time for another cup of coffee before the plane comes in."
Drew watched the rhythm of her buttocks as she walked away to get his coffee. The rhythm had the same effect on Drew as waving a red flag in front of a bull. The girl finally returned with his coffee, and, when she set it down on the counter, she bent over slightly so that the front of her uniform came away from her body, exposing a nice view of her breasts. When he looked up at her he found that she had been watching him strip her with his eyes the entire time. They both laughed. It was almost the same as an oral agreement between the two of them.
"I get off at ten o'clock tonight." That was all she said.
He knew that if at all possible, he would return to the airport at ten that night. If not tonight, then he would definitely return some other night. Any further conversation was interrupted by the loudspeaker blaring out the arrival of the plane carrying Drew's wife. He gulped down his coffee, paid the bill, winked at the waitress, and hurried out to the apron to welcome his ever-loving wife. He finally spotted Martha. She was trimly dressed as usual, and just as pretty as usual.
They exchanged platonic kisses on the cheek. It was almost as sterile as a handshake.
"Hello, Martha. How was the trip?"
"Passable. You know how these little two-bit air line companies are. They're just skimping by, so they take it out on their passengers. Nothing to drink on the plane at all. In fact, they didn't even serve us a meal."
"Well, the trip is over now, so you don't have to worry about it. I'll get your bags."
Drew collected Martha's luggage and escorted her to the car.
"Do you want to stop at the hotel first and freshen up, before we go out to the house?"
"Let's go look at the house first, Drew. There's no sense in my staying around if the house isn't suitable."
The six weeks of separation hadn't changed Martha at all. They drove immediately to Country Club Lane. She was pleased with the neighborhood and with the obvious importance of her prospective neighbors. She went through the house and finally placed her stamp of approval on Drew's choice of a home.
"You've developed very good tastes, Drew. I think the home's lovely. We'll take it."
"Don't you want to know how much it costs, Martha?"
"Heavens, no. You're acting so common again. I'm not interested in the cost, I'm interested only in good living and good neighbors."
He drove her back to the airport at nine o'clock that evening so she could catch the return flight back to their old home. She had to make the arrangements for having all the furniture moved to their new home in Travis City. After Drew saw her plane depart, he went into the restaurant to have another cup of coffee and to see if his little waitress still had the same inclinations she had indicated earlier.
He spotted her and took a stool at the counter. She immediately came over to wait on him.
"I think I'll have another cup of coffee now."
"Sure enough." She was off to get the coffee, and Drew watched the fascination of her swinging hips. She repeated her breast-exposing act of earlier.
"Still get off at ten, honey?"
"Sure do."
"I have a Caddy convertible outside. I'll be waiting for you."
"I'll be there. I've got to get back to work now."
Drew finally finished his coffee and then went out to the car to wait for her. She came out of the restaurant a little after ten o'clock. She scanned the parking lot until she spotted Drew's car. "Hi. Hop in."
"Say, this is really cool. I've never been in anything this smooth before. Boy, I wish that the gang could see me now."
"What's your name, honey?"
"Sylvia. Say, was that stiff-looking witch you put on the plane your wife?"
"Yeah. That was my ball and chain."
"Geez. I'll bet she's a cold fish in the sack."
"Honey, you sure guessed it. Are you a cold fish in the sack?"
"I don't like to brag, but I think I do okay in that department."
"I'll just bet you do, honey."
Drew added another scalp to his large collection that night.
* * *
Rick had tried to talk to Barb at the office on a number of occasions during the past two weeks, but she wouldn't spend any time with him. She continued to turn him down for dates. It was all very simple, she just did not want to become emotionally involved with him. She liked Rick and all that, but she wasn't interested in marrying him.
Rick brooded over this turn of events and finally decided to hell with it all. What he needed was a bottle of whiskey and a good woman. Since it was impossible to forget a woman, then the only cure for his problem was to go out and get more women.
He took off that night for a tour of as many bars as he could visit. Thank God, he had just gotten paid; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to go on this binge. He had reached the point where he was feeling pretty good, but as yet he hadn't found a woman that he wanted to take to bed. Barb had spoiled him in that department. He found himself comparing all the loose stuff in the bars with Barb and rejecting them, because they couldn't compare with her.
He left the bar and headed out to the parking lot and his car. He decided to try another bar. Maybe the pickings would be better at another place. He was ready to get into his own car, when he noticed the car parked next to his. It was a nice blue Caddy convertible. Rick couldn't help but admire the car. He walked around the car carefully, examining it, and then he finally noticed that a woman was sitting in the car behind the steering wheel.
"Hi, lover. Like what you see?"
"I like what I see so far, lady. The car's nice. It's got real nice lines and curves, and it probably has a pretty hot engine. Is the same true for you?"
"I haven't heard any complaints. Would you like to drive the car?"
"Why not? I'm free and loose tonight."
Rick opened the door and waited for the lady to slide over. When she slid over, he received an adequate view of her very attractive legs and a pretty expanse of naked thigh. Rick got in under the wheel.
"My name's Rick. What's yours?"
"Just call me by my southern name--Honey."
"Okay, Honey. I'll play your silly game with you. Fasten your seat belt, because we're ready to take off."
Rick eased the big car out of the parking lot and headed out of town for the highway. He wanted to see how this buggy handled out on the open road. The car really had it. As soon as he touched the accelerator, the car fairly leaped down the road. Rick drove ten miles down the highway and then turned around and headed back toward the city. This time he took his time driving. He wanted the pleasure of driving this beautiful machine.
"How do you like it, Rick?"
"It's great, Honey. I never knew how much fun driving a car could really be."
"Where're we going now?"
"I don't care. You name it."
"Let's pull off some place where it's nice and quiet and have a drink."
"You mean you've got a bar in this car?"
"No, I don't have a bar, but I do have a bottle with me. Always be prepared, is my motto."
"I'll just bet you always are, too." Rick had heard the fellows talk about situations like this, but he had never believed them. In fact, he hardly believed that it was even happening to him now. She was a good-looking woman, and it was obvious that she had more on her mind than just a friendly drink. He figured her to be around thirty years old, but he didn't care, as long as she was good looking, had a good body, and knew how to use it.
He found a familiar country road and headed for a secluded spot that he knew about. He finally eased the car into the secluded lane and turned off the motor.
"How about some music, Honey?"
"Makes no difference to me, Rick." He played with the radio dial, until he located a station with some good music.
"Okay, Honey, where've you got the bottle hid?"
"It's in the glove compartment. Get it out, will you, please?"
This meant that Rick had to slide over near her to open the glove compartment. He didn't mind if she wanted to make things easier for him. He slid across the seat and opened the glove compartment. He took the bottle out and left the compartment door open, because it threw a little light on the situation.
He again noticed the nicely shaped legs and also the rock and the wedding ring that she wore on her finger. It figured, he thought. She was probably a rich broad out for a little excitement and a quick lay in the back seat of her car. Her husband was probably a dried-up old coot that couldn't satisfy her biological demands. Rick opened the bottle and passed it to her. She took a quick slug and then passed the bottle back to him.
"I'm surprised that you don't have a date tonight, Rick. What's the matter, don't you like girls?"
"You must be kidding, sweetie. If I didn't like girls, then I wouldn't be out here with you."
"Oh? I thought the only reason you came along with me was to drive the car."
Rick capped the bottle and returned it to the glove compartment. He still left the compartment door open because he liked a little light. He enjoyed being able to watch the expressions on women's faces, when he made love to them. It also helped him to be able to see their faces so he'd know when he was pleasing them.
"Come on, Honey. Let's see what I enjoy the most, you or your car."
"You mean there's some doubt in your mind," she asked.
"Well, I've seen what the car can do, but you haven't shown me a damned thing as yet."
"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"Look, Honey, do you want to talk about it all night, or do you want to find out that I'm not lying to you?"
"Okay, Rick, you win. I'm waiting."
"What do you mean, 'you're waiting'? Hell, lady, you're the one that picked me up, not the other way around. So, I'm waiting. Let's see how good you are."
The drinks had made a different man out of Rick. Under normal conditions he would've taken the initiative, but these were not normal conditions.
He was honked-off enough at women in general, and he had consumed enough liquor that he was now in the mood to treat all women as though they were dirt under his feet.
This was also a new approach as far as Honey was concerned. She had never had a man act disinterested toward her. Her first impulse was to tell him to go straight to hell, but then the novelty of the idea started to appeal to her. The idea that she would be the aggressive partner in the sex act was also serving as a sexual stimulant. Hell, why not?
"Okay, lover boy, you asked for it! I just hope you're man enough to take it."
"You still haven't given me anything but talk, Honey."
Honey threw her few last feelings of propriety to the wind. She started on Rick's shirt and undershirt. He didn't resist her advances in any way, but neither did he help her. Then she removed her blouse and bra. She had damned nice breasts for a thirty-year-old woman, he thought. Then she started to work on his lips, ears, and chest. She kissed him all over, and at the same time she rubbed her breasts along his chest. Honey found that these activities were also arousing her desires. This was a new and wonderful experience for her.
Honey finally removed the remainder of his clothes and then stripped off the rest of her own clothes. Rick sat passively in the seat. The only help that he had given Honey was when she was removing his trousers. He was really enjoying this new twist. He had been trying to hold back as much as possible, but now Honey was starting to get through to him.
She slid to the floor between his out-stretched legs, facing him. She fondled and played with him, trying to achieve the desired results. She finally decided to use her lips to bring him to life. The reaction was almost immediate. Rick could hold back no longer. He reached down and grabbed Honey's breasts and started to do some serious work on the nipples. This was all the encouragement Honey needed. Rick wanted more of her. "Sit on my lap, Honey."
She didn't hesitate. Rick finally put his heart into his work.
"I'm ready," she said. "Don't make me wait any longer."
"You can wait a little while longer, Honey, unless you've got to get home to your ever-loving husband."
"No, I don't. He's out of town."
"Relax and enjoy it then, sweetie. Something as good as this can't be rushed."
Rick eased her up on his lap a little higher, which made the penetration easier. He started with a slow and easy motion. This way he could still kiss Honey and at the same time play with her breasts. Honey soon took up the tempo. Whenever she tried to increase the tempo, Rick slowed her down. He had a firm hold on her buttocks so that he could continue to control her tempo.
It was working. Rick could feel Honey tense and hold her breath. Then she let out a loud gasp and tried to relax, but Rick wouldn't let her relax. He kept her going at the same tempo.
"You're crazy, Rick. You're a wild man. Please, I've got to stop for a minute!"
Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Rick kept up the same tempo.
"Oh, my God!" Honey gasped again and tried to relax, but again Rick kept up the same tempo.
Rick maintained the firm grip on her buttocks and at the same time started to bite the nipples on her breasts. As he continued this tempo, he squeezed her buttocks as hard as he could and then bit her nipple a little harder. Honey was just starting to complain, when she shot over the top again. But still Rick wouldn't ease up on her. Sweat was rolling off her body by now, but he still kept up the pace.
"You bastard! Let me relax for a minute. What're you trying to do, kill me?"
Rick didn't ease up. Instead, he increased the tempo and felt Honey reaching for the stars again. This time they went over the top together. Honey was positive that Rick would stop for a breather, now that the act had been culminated for him, but she was wrong again. He started the tempo all over again.
"My God, what a man. This is heaven!" Honey lost track of the number of times that Rick took her over the top, but she didn't care any more. This man was a real sex machine. When they finally shot over the top together for the second time, Rick then decided to take a break. Honey rolled off him and collapsed in the corner of the front seat.
"How about a drink and a smoke, Honey?"
"Hell, I don't think that I can even raise the bottle to my lips, I'm so damned tired."
"Christ, don't tell me you're done already? I'll be ready to go again in five minutes. I'm just starting to get warmed up."
"Are you kidding, Rick? Hell, I'll be sore for a week, as it is. I've never run into anything like you before."
Rick eased the bottle to Honey's lips and she took a good stiff belt. Rick finished his cigarette. "Okay, Honey, lie down on the seat and relax." Honey lay down on the seat. She needed the rest. The only trouble was that she wasn't going to get any rest. Rick started to work on her body again with his lips and his fingers. His kisses started at her breasts and worked down. My God, it couldn't be possible, she thought, but she was ready to go again. Rick mounted her and started working again. It was a slow and deliberate pace that brought Honey to the peak, again and again.
Rick was finally satisfied.
"When will I see you again, Rick?"
"You name it, Honey. How about tomorrow night?"
"My God, man! I may not even be able to get out of bed tomorrow."
"Good. I'll come over and join you in bed."
"No. That's no good. I'll meet you at the same place tomorrow night, as soon as it gets dark."
* * *
Barb and Kaye had spent a great deal of time in planning their party. Ron and Kit were supposed to arrive at five-thirty for cocktails and then supper. Everything was all ready. At five-thirty sharp the boys arrived. Barb met them at the door, like a good hostess.
"Hi, boys, you're right on time. Come on in and make yourselves comfortable."
"How comfortable is comfortable, Barb?"
"Socially comfortable is what I had in mind for right now, Kit."
"Well, in that case I guess I can take off my jacket."
"Let me have your jacket and then I'll lead you to the bar."
"Honey, you don't have to lead us to the bar," joked Kit. "Just point us in the general direction."
"Where's Kaye?" inquired Ron.
"Relax, buddy. She was doing the cooking, so she was a little late in getting dressed."
Kaye finally came out of the bedroom. After the usual hello's, Barb mixed the drinks and they all made themselves comfortable. After a half hour of chit-chat and another drink, the two couples sat down for supper. It was a good supper and a lot TWISTED PASSIONS of fun.
After supper the girls stacked the dishes, and the boys put the table away. Then they all had another round of drinks. After the second round of drinks there was a lull in the conversation. Barb took over.
"How about a couple of games of Hearts to break the monotony a little?"
"Sounds like it might be fun," said Kaye.
The boys had a different game in mind, but they figured that this would do as a starter. Barb finally found a deck of cards and the foursome settled down to a quiet evening of cards. Ron was unofficially designated as the official bartender for the evening, and he took his job seriously. After an hour of playing Hearts the two couples were feeling very little pain. Kit finally ended the game of Hearts.
"Hell, it's no fun playing cards without some kind of stake."
"What's the matter, Kit?"
"Hearts is fun for a little while, but there's no challenge to the game, Barb."
"Well, have you got any better ideas?"
"The only decent card game I know is poker."
"We don't have that kind of money," added Kaye.
Ron had remained silent up to this point.
"That's okay. We'll play strip poker. Everybody's got something they can bet in that game."
At first everybody laughed, because the suggestion sounded a little silly, but then they all suddenly felt as though that would be a wonderful game. Ron waited a minute before he continued: "That is, unless you girls are chicken?"
Kaye almost jumped out of her chair.
"That does it, boy. Deal 'em."
The sudden outburst surprised even Kaye. It was enough to break the ice. Everybody agreed to the game without saying so, out loud. Kit explained the rules of the game and then everybody sat back to enjoy the evening.
None of the participants could be considered as expert poker players, and the drinks had helped to make their betting a little wild and erratic. Kaye won the first round and felt pretty smart, when Barb had to take off her sweater and the boys only lost their ties. Barb argued that the exchange of a sweater for a tie wasn't quite fair. The boys finally gave in to Barb's demands and took off their shirts.
During the next half hour things went pretty sour for Kaye. She was finally down to her bra and panties. Then Barb had a bad streak of luck and ended up wearing just her panties. The boys were in far better shape than the girls were. Barb finally lost her panties and sat completely bare.
"I guess that puts me out of the game."
"Not at all, Barb," said Kit. "I'd like five minutes with your breasts, if you lose the next time."
Barb lost, so Ron and Kit each spent the next five minutes playing with her breasts. Kaye sat and watched the proceedings, feeling completely left out of the game.
"Hey, what do I do since Barb lost? What kind of a prize do I get?"
"Hell, Kaye, you can play with her breasts too," volunteered Kit.
"Get serious, Kit."
"I am serious, Kaye. Haven't you ever played with another girl's breasts before?"
"Do you think I'm queer or something?"
"What's that got to do with it, Kaye? Meat is meat. Come on, give it a try once."
Kaye was drunk enough to try anything once, so she approached Barb. She was still slightly hesitant about it at first, but after the first touch she found that it wasn't so bad after all. In fact, Kaye was rather intrigued with the firmness of Barb's On the next hand Kaye lost the remainder of her clothing and, the boys were declared the winners. The boys still wanted to play, though. Since the girls were already naked, there didn't seem to be much sense in playing strip poker any longer. Kit finally came to the rescue with a suggestion.
"I've got a deck of cards in my jacket, Barb. Will you get them for me, please?"
Barb went to the closet and found the cards. She gave them to Kit.
"Okay. Let's sit on the floor and get comfortable," instructed Kit.
Everybody sat down on the carpeted floor.
"Now, this is a special deck of cards, kiddies."
Kit turned the cards over so that the other three participants could see the pictures on the cards. It was a deck of pornographic pictures. Even Barb blushed a little.
"Now, I'll shuffle the cards so that they're all mixed up. I'll start dealing off the cards one at a time, face down. Whenever the urge hits the person on my left, they yell 'stop'. The next card I'll turn face up and the person has to do what's on that card. Then after that's over, that person gets to deal the next round."
Kit didn't wait for any objections. He slowly dealt the cards and waited for Barb to sound off. He had dealt only five cards when Barb yelled: "Stop!"
"Okay, honey. The next one is it. Are you ready?"
He turned the card over. Barb heaved a sigh of relief. It was a naked man and a naked woman kissing each other.
"Who do I use as a partner?" asked Barb.
"I hadn't thought about that," mused Kit. "How about making it the dealer?"
Everybody agreed to that. So, Kit and Barb stood up and started kissing. Barb started laughing in the middle of the kiss. This sudden outburst irritated Kit at first.
"What the hell's so funny?" he asked.
"For some unknown reason, honey, I can't seem to get very close to you."
Everybody laughed. Then it was Barb's turn to deal the cards. She shuffled the cards and then slowly started to deal them out, face down. Ron waited until she was almost halfway through the deck, before he yelled: "Stop!"
Barb turned the card over and peeked. She immediately broke into a blush.
"Come on, Barb, show me what I've got to do."
"Hell, it looks as though I've got to do all of the work!" She threw the card down so that everybody could get a good look at the stunt that she would have to perform. Ron stood up in front of Barb and she got down on her knees. She grabbed his manhood and moved in to duplicate the action in the picture.
"Hey, you're pretty good at it," chided Ron.
Kit finally decided that a one-minute time limit should be placed on each activity. Everybody agreed that this was the only fair thing. Then it was Ron's turn to deal the cards. Kaye was almost afraid to tell him to stop, but she couldn't chicken out now. In fact, she didn't want to chicken out. She just hoped that what she had to do wouldn't be too wild. She closed her eyes tightly and finally yelled out the signal. Then she opened her eyes to see what chore she had drawn. Thank heavens. At least she didn't have to do any work. Ron had to do the work this time.
Kaye remained sitting on the floor, but she spread her legs slightly. Ron rolled over and kissed her tummy, thighs, and toward the glorious triangle. Then it was Kaye's turn to deal. She shuffled the cards and then started to deal. Kit yelled: "Stop!"
Kaye turned the card over. She had forgotten that the dealer also participated in this game. Kit was pleased.
"I've always wanted to get into your panties, Kaye, and it looks as though this is going to be the time."
Right on the floor. Kaye never thought that she would see the day when she would let a man make love to her, while another couple was watching. Ron and Barb sat by and commented on Kaye and Kit's technique.
"Hey, buddy. Your minute's up."
"Go to hell, Ron. Take care of Barb."
It sounded like a good idea to Ron, so he and Barb joined the couple on the floor. After the initial shock wore off, Kaye found herself enjoying the love making. After the couples finished they had another drink. Then they switched partners and started all over again. Kaye lost track of whom she was coupled with. They were both adequate lovers, and Kaye was having a real coming-out party. The boys were finally exhausted and left for home.
CHAPTER SIX
It was a couple of days after the "coming-out" party that Kaye finally faced the stark reality that she had participated in a weird and wild sex orgy rather than a party. At first she felt revulsion about the entire episode, but then she finally convinced herself that it had been fun, and if the opportunity presented itself again, she was positive that she would participate again.
Kaye missed Drew. She was positive that she was in love with him, but Barb told her that she only felt that way, because he had been the first man to make love to her. Kaye wasn't really convinced that Barb was right in this argument, but she couldn't argue with the logic. She was still Drew's private secretary, which meant that she was constantly in contact with him. She wasn't positive how long she could resist the temptation to throw herself back into his arms.
Barb also missed Rick, and she couldn't use the excuse that she had given Kaye, because Rick hadn't been the first one for her. She knew that she was in love with him, but Barb was still searching for the rich husband.
* * *
Rick also still missed Barb. He had a string of other women, including Honey, to take care of his sexual demands, but, dammit, he still needed Barb. Rick was supposed to meet Honey again tonight. It was funny, he thought. Here he was treating Honey like dirt under his feet, and she loved it and kept coming back for more. He decided that he never would learn to understand women.
He was supposed to meet Honey at eight-thirty. It was after nine o'clock when he finally showed up to meet her.
"Where've you been, Rick? I almost got tired of waiting and started to leave."
It was obvious that Honey was upset over being kept waiting by Rick.
"Why didn't you leave, Honey? You had plenty of time to make up your mind."
"I'm sorry, Rick, I didn't mean to snap your head off. Come on, get in. Do you want me to drive?"
"Yeah. I don't feel much like driving tonight."
Rick got into the car and slumped casually in the front seat. He almost acted as though this entire situation was a complete and total bore.
Honey drove out of the parking lot and headed for the nearest secluded spot. She could hardly wait to get Rick alone. She finally found the spot that she was looking for and parked the car. She knew the routine by now. She was the one that had to handle all of the preliminaries. Whenever she met Rick, she always dressed for the occasion. This meant that she wore a skirt and a sweater. She wore nothing else under the skirt and the sweater. This way they could get right down to business and not have to worry about bothering with a bra and panties.
Honey went to work on Rick. She looked forward to this preliminary play of having to stimulate Rick. Rick finally warmed up to the situation and took Honey over the course, time and time again. They finally stopped long enough to enjoy a cigarette.
"My God, but you really are a stud, Rick! I don't want to ever lose you."
"You're not too bad yourself, Honey. You may lose me, though."
Honey was confused by his statement.
"What do you mean, Rick?"
"Well, it's pretty simple. I want to marry this girl, but she won't marry me, unless I have more money or a better job. So, I've been thinking about going to Chicago and looking for a job, where I can make more money and have a better opportunity for advancement."
"You can't leave me, Rick! You're the only man I've ever found that could satisfy me. I'll go crazy if you leave me."
"Hell, you want everything, don't you?"
"What do you mean, Rick?"
"You've got money to spare, plus a good lover. One of these days your body chemistry is going to change, baby, and then you and I will be finished. Then I'm out in the cold, with my girl friend married to some other stud."
"You don't give me much choice, Rick. If you don't get your hands on some money, then you'll leave me. If you do get your hands on some money, then you'll marry your girl friend and leave me. That sounds like heads you win, tails I lose."
"Not necessarily."
"Oh? You've got an idea, Rick?"
"You and I get together about twice a month, so you're not really demanding too large of a share of my energy. Hell, I think you know by now that I could take care of both you and a hot-blooded young wife at the same time, and do a damned good job at both."
"I think you could, Rick. In other words, if you had a nice lump sum of money, then you would marry your girl friend, but you'd still meet me when I needed you. Am I right?"
"You've hit it right on the nose, Honey."
"This is the first time I've ever bought a man, Rick."
"Hell, this is the first time I've ever sold myself. If you don't like the idea, then just say so. You can scout around town looking for some more free stuff, after I'm gone."
"I'm sorry, Rick. I didn't mean it that way. How much do you figure you'd need to convince this girl friend of yours that she should marry you?"
"Well, I hadn't really given it much thought," he said. "But, if I had five grand in the bank, then I think she'd be convinced that I'm the type of man she should marry."
Rick was immediately sorry that he hadn't said ten grand. Hell, if you're going to dream, then dream big.
"I think that I can arrange that amount of money, Rick."
Rick could hardly believe his ears.
"Are you kidding? Where in the hell would you get that kind of money?"
"Where I get the money is my business, Rick, not yours. The next time I see you, we'll have the details all worked out. Now, how about showing me how good a stud you can really be. I want to make sure that I've made a good investment."
Rick went to work to earn his money. Honey wasn't disappointed. She felt that she had made a good investment.
* * *
Barb and Kaye had thrown a couple of good parties since the big orgy with Ron and Kit. They hadn't been quite as wild as the first party, but they were still good parties. They didn't engage in any switch or other unusual activities. They each had their own dates and then retired to their respective bedrooms for a night of pleasure.
Kaye still missed Drew, although she still had not given in to his demands as yet. She finally took a good look at the entire situation and decided that she was being silly in not giving in to Drew's demands. Here she was laying men all over the place in an indiscriminate fashion, so why should she continue to deny her pleasures to the man she loved? It didn't make a great deal of sense. Kaye also discovered that she wasn't receiving the same sexual satisfaction that she had originally derived from being with Drew. She wanted Drew and could find no logical reason for not giving in to him. True, she would be in the same category as a mistress, but at least she would be able to have him occasionally.
Barb was also having problems. She missed Rick and wanted him. He was the only man that ever made her feel like a woman. She wasn't being satisfied any more. After each party she still felt unsatisfied. She couldn't seem to gain satisfaction from one man any more. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe two men would be able to satisfy her.
About all she had been able to get out of a man was two, or three at the most, good rides. Maybe two men might be the answer, because then she could count on at least four to six good rides.
Barb and Kaye were talking over their problems one night. Barb wanted to suggest her idea of having two men apiece, but she wasn't sure of Kaye's feelings toward the idea.
"There's something wrong, Kaye, but I can't really put my finger on it."
"How do you mean?"
"I'm not getting the kick out of it any more. It always seems to be just out of reach. Regardless of how hard I try, I just can't get the same satisfaction from one man that I used to get."
"I've been the same way, Barb."
"You too? What's the matter with us?"
"I don't know, Barb, but I've been thinking a great deal about it lately myself. Do you think maybe we've been trying too hard?"
"I don't know, Kaye. I'm not sure that's the answer. I think our problem is that we haven't been able to find a man with staying power."
"That's true, but it seems as though I'm just getting started, when the man's suddenly exhausted. I try to go to sleep, and I just toss and turn all night long."
Barb was encouraged when Kaye had indicated that she was also being left unsatisfied.
"That's exactly the way I feel, Barb. It's not quite the same as it used to be. I just don't know what it is."
"I've been thinking about it quite a bit," Barb said. "I was just wondering if two men might not be the answer to our problem."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, I thought that if I had two men with me in bed, then maybe I might be able to finally achieve satisfaction again."
"Do you think it would really work, Barb?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure willing to try it and find out."
"I don't know," Kaye said. "I think it would be pretty embarrassing to be in bed with two men at the same time. That's putting sex on a pretty wild basis."
"I don't see why, Kaye. Look, you've been in bed with both Ron and Kit, so what difference would it make if you took them both to bed at the same time?"
"I hadn't thought of it that way before. I don't think much about doing it with one man at a time, but I never really thought about the possibilities of two men at the same time." Kaye thought for a minute. "It might work at that, Barb."
"It sure would be fun to find out."
"Do you think the fellows would be willing to go along with the idea?"
"If I know the men, then I don't think they'll complain too much about the idea. The answer, of course, is not to give them a chance to complain or back out."
"I'm willing to try it once," Kaye said.
Barb made the arrangements for the party. She failed to inform the boys, though, about all the company that was going to be present at the party. She thought that it would be fun to see the expressions on their faces, when they found out what kind of party they had been invited to. The four unsuspecting males had all shared the girls' beds before, so when they were invited to a party at the trailer, they each knew that it was supposed to be a sex party.
The boys were supposed to arrive at seven o'clock. The girls had gone to a great deal of trouble in preparing for this party. Each bedroom was equipped with a small bar and plenty of cigarettes, ash trays, and food. They figured to have everything set up so that they wouldn't have to leave their bedrooms, once the festivities got under way.
At seven o'clock sharp the door bell rang. The girls were in Barb's room. Barb stuck her head out of the bedroom door and yelled to the visitors to come on in. It was Ron and Kit.
"Sit down and make yourselves comfortable, boys. Kaye and I aren't quite ready as yet."
The two men sat down and waited for Barb and Kaye to appear. Just then the door bell rang again.
"Answer that, will you please, Kit."
Kit went to the door and admitted two more men--Dan and Mike. The men were all really confused by now. They all thought that maybe the girls had gotten mixed up on their dates. It was a rather strained situation for the four men. The girls finally came out of the bedroom.
"We forgot to tell you fellows that this was a Hawaiian party," Barb informed the four men.
Their eyes almost popped out of their sockets. True, they had all enjoyed the girls' bodies and had seen them naked before, but this was really something. Both Barb and Kaye were wearing leis around their necks, and that was all. Their naked breasts hung freely and were only slightly hidden by the leis. They also wore grass skirts, but it was obvious that they wore absolutely nothing underneath the skirts.
Kaye was carrying a tray of drinks, and she passed them around to the open-mouthed men. The men were really surprised, and only Kit suspected what was going to happen. He finally broke the ice.
"How do we pair off, Barb?"
"It sure didn't take you long to figure it out, Kit. I hadn't really given it much thought as to how we were going to pair off. Have you got any ideas?"
:t "I'll tell you what we can do. You and Kaye retire to your bedrooms, and then us four fellows will decide how to pair off."
This sounded like a fair way to make the decision, so Barb and Kaye retired to their bedrooms and waited. Kit took over in trying to figure out how the foursome would pair off.
"Well, fellows, it looks as though we've got our work cut out for us tonight. I've had both of these gals before, and they're both damned good. So, I don't care who I get. How about the rest of you?"
Dan and Mike had only been with Kaye on one other occasion, so they decided that they would like to try her bed again.
"Okay, it's all settled. If you want to switch off later on, don't be bashful."
Kaye had removed the flowers and the skirt and was sitting on the bed with a drink, waiting for her two men to arrive. It really didn't make much difference to her who came through the door, as long as they were adequate in bed. She'd got up to get a cigarette, when the door to her bedroom finally opened. She turned and saw Dan and Mike enter.
"This is really my lucky night. How about a drink, boys?"
"Sounds like a good idea, Kaye."
"You guys get ready and I'll mix the drinks."
Kaye mixed the drinks, while Dan and Mike removed their clothes. Mike was sitting on the bed, naked, when Kaye brought him his drink. Mike took the drink and then pulled her closer to him. She was still standing facing him. Mike grabbed her by the buttocks and pulled her still closer.
"You'll spill your drink that way, honey."
Mike released his hold on Kaye, but, when she tried to back away, she found that her path was blocked by Dan who was standing directly behind her. He put his arms around her and grabbed her breasts.
"Feel good, honey?"
"You know it, Dan. Don't stop."
Dan didn't plan on stopping. He was just getting warmed up to the occasion. Mike gulped down his drink and decided to join in on the fun. Since Dan was busy working on Kaye's breasts, he decided to work on the remaining important area.
Kaye's legs were starting to feel rubbery. She found that she was having difficulty in standing. Four hands were so much better than two, she thought. Mike finally let go of Kaye and fell back on the bed.
"Bend her over, Dan, and do the girl some good." Kaye wasn't exactly sure what they had in mind, but Mike suddenly sat up and grabbed her breasts and then started to pull her down toward him. Dan had his hands on her hips so that she had to bend over at the hips. Mike released his hold on her breasts and grabbed her head, and then slowly guided her into position.
Kaye suddenly realized what Mike had in mind for her and was just about ready to complain, when she was shocked by the sudden entrance of Dan. She had never realized that it was possible to accomplish the act in this position. Kaye opened her mouth to gasp for air and Mike brought her head into the final position.
She was caught. She couldn't move. Then Dan started a slow, steady rhythm that soon caught Kaye up in its tempo. As Dan worked against her, she moved against Mike. She couldn't get away from Mike, and she didn't know what was going to happen.
Mike finally released her head but Dan kept right on working. Mike wasn't planning to rest, though. He went to work on her breasts and also the glorious triangle. Kaye started to feel it happening. It was as though the dam had been broken. Dan and Mike kept right on working. Then it happened again and again. Dan finally broke over the top. He released his hold on Kaye, but Mike pulled her down on top of him. She sat down on Mike and they were off to the races again. She soon soared over the top with Mike. He was then replaced by Dan again, and then Mike took her for the second round.
The men needed a five-minute break, and so did Kaye. Kaye couldn't get out of the bed, so Mike got up and poured the drinks, while Dan got the cigarettes. Then they all relaxed on the bed to regain their energies, before starting in again.
* * *
Barb was also having a good time in her bedroom. She was pleased when she saw Ron and Kit enter her bedroom, because in her book they were better lovers than Dan and Mike.
"Come on in, boys, and let's play human sandwich."
Ron and Kit removed their clothes as quickly as possible and then put Barb in between them. After the first quick round, Barb took them on one at a time, until they all decided that they needed a rest. Ron and Kit were resting on the bed, so Barb got up and walked into Kaye's bedroom.
"Hi, roommate! I see you're taking a break too. Come on. I'll change bedrooms with you."
Kaye stumbled out of her bed and made her way to Barb's bedroom. Barb crawled in between Mike and Dan.
"There's nothing like a new woman to rejuvenate tired men."
Ron was the first one to drop out of the game, about two hours later.
He couldn't take it any longer. Mike was the next one to drop out, and then finally Dan also left.
Barb was alone, but she could hear Kaye and Kit still playing. Barb poured herself a drink and lit a cigarette. For the lack of something better to do, she walked in to watch Kaye and Kit. It was obvious that this would be the last time for Kit.
Barb tried to bring some life back into Kit, but it was of no use. He was finished. In fact, he was so tired that the girls had to help him get dressed. The girls were finally alone again.
"Dammit, Kaye, I'm still not satisfied. I could wear down another man, all by myself."
"I'm a little tired and sore, Barb, but I feel the same way."
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to finally admit to myself that I miss that damned Rick."
Barb got out of bed and went to the phone and dialed a number.
"I hope he's home," she said. A sleepy voice finally answered the phone. "Rick? Oh, hi, honey. This is Barb. I need you, honey. Can you come right on over to the trailer? Thanks, darling, I'll be waiting for you."
Barb hung up the phone and turned to Kaye. "Go ahead, Kaye, call up Drew and invite him over. You know you're eating your damned heart out for him. Take it from me, honey, that's the only way you're ever going to be able to put out that fire."
"It's not that easy, Barb. You forget that he's married, and his wife's at home with him right now."
"Oh, hell, that's right. I'm sorry, honey. I forgot about his wife. You let him know right away, though, about how you feel."
"You're right, Barb. I'm going to tell him Monday. I've been pretty silly about the entire thing. I guess being a mistress is better than being a whore."
"You're damned right it is," Barb agreed.
Then the door bell rang. Barb yelled "Come in" without even thinking about the fact that she and Kaye were both as naked as the day they were born. Rick walked into the trailer.
"My God, what've we got here?"
"Come in, honey." Barb threw her arms around Rick and kissed him. "I'm sorry I was so damned bullheaded, Rick. I need you and I want to marry you."
All of this had caught Rick completely off guard.
"What brought about this sudden change?"
"Men brought about the change. I went to other men to try and forget about you, but it didn't work. Nobody can satisfy me the way you do."
"What's Kaye's problem?"
"The same as mine. She's going to go back to her man on Monday. Come on, Rick, let's go into my bedroom. I need you."
Rick and Barb disappeared into the bedroom. Kaye went into her bedroom and poured herself a drink. She wished that she could call Drew, but she didn't want to take the chance of goofing up his home life any more than it already was.
Kaye could hear Barb and Rick making love together, and she felt pangs of jealousy because Barb was finally being taken care of. She could hear Barb's utterances of endearment and enjoyment, which was finally culminated by a light scream. Then everything was quiet. Kaye knew that Barb had finally found what she was looking for. Dammit, she was almost tempted to call Drew. The hell with his wife, she thought.
Suddenly Kaye was aware that Barb and Rick were standing in the doorway of her bedroom. Kaye noticed the contented look on Barb's face, and she also couldn't help but notice Rick's equipment. My God, no wonder no other man had been able to satisfy Barb. After a steady diet of Rick, every man would seem like a little boy. Kaye tried to imagine what it would be like making love to a man like Rick. She broke out into a cold sweat just thinking about the possibilities.
Barb was aware of what was running through Kaye's mind. She and Rick walked into the bedroom and sat down on the bed with Kaye.
"I'd forgotten exactly how good this horse really was, Kaye."
Kaye didn't know exactly what to say. She wished she could find out for herself exactly how good Rick was, but he was Barb's property.
"Kaye, honey, Rick and I've been talking."
"I know, I could hear you."
"No, honey, I'm serious. We were talking about you."
"Oh? What about?"
"Well, you're stuck because you can't call your lover, and I'm all taken care of, which isn't really fair to you."
"Go on, Barb. I'm listening."
"Scoot over, honey, so Rick and I can get comfortable too."
Kaye moved over and Barb and Rick got onto the bed with her. Kaye was in the middle. She couldn't help but notice that Rick had come to life again. My God, she thought, if it gets any bigger it will burst.
"I notice you're admiring my man, Kaye."
"I'm sorry, Barb. I'm not trying to take him away from you."
"I know you're not. Look, honey, Rick and I decided that it's only fair that he help you out of your predicament tonight. Just tonight, though."
Rick didn't wait for Kaye's answer. He put his arm around her and pulled her closer to him.
"Relax, Kaye. I don't mind, and Barb doesn't mind, either."
Rick went to work on Kaye, and Barb sat on the bed and watched. Kaye didn't think it was possible for her to handle Rick, but he was so thorough in his preparations that he achieved the entrance with no difficulty or discomfort to her. Then he started on her sexual education. He kept taking her over the top, until she thought she would pass out. Then, it was all over.
"How did you like him, Kaye?"
"My God, Barb, you'd have to be nuts to let this man get away from you."
"Don't worry, sweetie. I'm not going to lose him again. Come on, let's enjoy the rest of the night with this sweet machine."
* * *
Kaye couldn't wait to get to the office on Monday morning. She had so many things to speak with Drew about. He finally came into the office around nine o'clock that morning.
"Come into my office, Kaye. I've got some dictation for you to take."
"Yes, Mr. Andrews."
Kaye grabbed her pencil and pad and followed Drew into his office. She closed the door after her. He seemed upset about something this morning. Kaye figured that his wife had probably been giving him a bad time this past week end.
"Drew, can I talk with you for a few minutes, before you start dictating letters?"
"Sure, Kaye. Sit down. What's on your mind?"
"I'm not sure exactly how to say it, Drew."
"Say what? What's the matter, is it the job?"
"Oh, no, Drew. I love my job--and you."
"Do you know what you're saying, Kaye?"
"Yes, I do, Drew. I know exactly what I'm saying. I've been miserable without you. I don't want to be without you any more. I'd rather be your mistress than a miserable old witch."
"You realize, Kaye, that things are still the same with my marriage. That hasn't changed, you know?"
"I know that, darling, but I still want you. I don't care."
"Can you work late tonight?"
"Can I! Oh, Drew, I love you so much!"
"We'd better get the letters taken care of right now, so we don't have to worry about them tonight."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The wedding date had been set. Barb had decided that she was not going to be foolish and take a chance on losing Rick again. She couldn't live a normal sex life without him. There was no sense in further kidding herself.
Barb and Rick had found an apartment, and, even though the wedding was still a week off, they had already initiated their new home. Every time they went to the apartment to do some work they had to try out the bedroom again.
Kaye was going to be the maid of honor at the wedding, but she was more concerned about finding a roommate right now than she was about the forthcoming wedding. She had to make sure that her new roommate was as broad-minded as Barb had been. Kaye wasn't going to give up her new-found life just because of a prudish roommate.
She had narrowed the list of prospective roommates down to two girls--Bev and Connie. They were both good-looking girls, but Kaye wanted to be sure that she didn't make a mistake and end up with a prude. She had temporarily decided on Connie, if she passed the forthcoming final test.
Kaye had called on Ron and Kit to help her with the test. It was very similar to the test that Barb had set up for her.
Kaye wanted to make sure that Connie was a good-time girl that would also know how to keep her mouth shut. Kaye didn't have to worry about Connie, because she already knew more about sex parties and practices than did Kaye.
The two couples went to the Melody Club and had a few drinks, and then Kaye suggested that they all go to the trailer for a nightcap. Kaye had already checked with Barb and knew that the trailer would be empty.
Barb and Rick would be over at their new apartment doing some painting. They had been painting the bedroom for over a week, and they just couldn't seem to get it finished.
The foursome finally arrived at the trailer.
Once inside the trailer, Kaye mixed the drinks. Then she sat on Kit's lap to enjoy her drink and to also watch Ron try to make out with Connie.
Kaye was setting the mood for the evening by her informality with Kit.
Kit finished his drink and placed it on the end table.
Then he got busy with Kaye. They were still able to watch Ron and Connie. Ron wasn't wasting much time, either. He and Connie were in a pretty tight clinch on the sofa.
Ron was leaning back on the sofa and was pulling Connie with him. Her skirt had ridden up behind her, showing a pair of damned nice legs.
Ron kept working on her skirt, until Kaye and Kit could see the edge of her panties.
"Are we going to just sit here and watch?" Kit asked.
"Not on your life, boy! Sneak your hand under my dress."
Kaye had worn a dress with a full skirt. Kit slowly eased his hand under her skirt and finally discovered that she wore no panties. She unzipped Kit's trousers and made him ready. Then she sat on his lap, facing him. Her full skirt helped to hide what was going on, but Kit and Kaye were now coupled. Since the chair was at an angle, they were able to enjoy each other's bodies and still watch the action taking place on the sofa.
Connie's skirt was completely up around her waist, and her blouse had been unbuttoned and her bra was unsnapped. Connie was whispering something to Ron, but Kaye couldn't hear what she was saying.
"Stop it, Ron. Things are starting to get a little out of hand."
"What's the matter, honey?"
"I want to pull my skirt down, if you don't mind."
"But I do mind, Connie. What have you got against sex?"
"That's not the point. I just want you to slow down a little."
"Don't you like for me to play with your breasts?"
"Sure, I like it, but we don't have to put on a public show, do we?"
"Why not? Hell, they're not watching us. They've got each other to think about."
"Come on, Ron, let loose of me so I can pull my skirt down."
"What's the matter, Connie, are you a virgin or something?"
"Are you kidding?"
"Then you don't like me enough to do anything. Is that it?"
"That's not it, Ron. I like you and I want you."
"Well, what in the hell's the big problem then?"
"What would Kaye think?"
Ron let out a big horse laugh. Kaye and Kit turned around.
"What's so funny, Ron?" asked Kaye.
"Connie's worried that you won't approve of what she and I've been doing. How're you doing, Kaye?"
Kaye raised her skirt up to her waist.
"How do you think we're doing? Come on, Connie, relax and enjoy life. We sure are."
Connie could hardly believe her eyes. Kit and Kaye had been making out together right in front of her, and she hadn't even realized it.
"I guess there's no reason to keep my clothes on any longer, Kit."
Kaye remained sitting on Kit's lap, and he helped her remove her clothes.
"Come on, Connie, get with it."
Ron helped Connie remove her clothes, and then the two couples were off and running.
"I'll let you try Kit, as soon as he catches his breath, Connie."
Kaye had found her new roommate. Ron and Connie went to town on the sofa. Connie planned to move into the trailer next Sunday, after the wedding.
* * *
Barb and Rick had a nice quiet wedding with Kaye as the maid of honor. Kaye was happy for both Barb and Rick, but she couldn't help but wonder if she would ever get married herself. After a short reception, Barb and Rick took off on a one-week honeymoon. Kaye was the only person who knew where they planned to go for their honeymoon. She also suspected that they wouldn't see very much of Florida, but would probably spend most of their time in their bed at the motel.
Barb was pleased about the money that Rick'd been able to save. Five thousand dollars seemed like a fortune to her. Rick told her that he'd saved the money from a moonlighting job that he had. Barb really didn't care where the money had come from. All she cared about was that they had the money.
At first, Rick could've kicked himself for not having asked Honey for more money, but later he was glad he hadn't. He figured that there was no sense in killing the golden goose. Since Honey was hooked on him, he knew he could continue to hit her for money whenever he needed more.
It was a wild and passionate honeymoon. As soon as they reached their motel in Florida, they went to bed and didn't come out for air or for food for twenty-four hours. Barb was so tired and sore that she could hardly walk to the dining room. Rick needed food if he was going to keep up this pace.
When they finally returned from their honeymoon, they were both exhausted and pale. The only time that they'd left their motel room had been for food. They could've stayed in Travis City and done the same thing and saved their money. Once back in Travis City, Rick and Barb settled down to the quiet and dull life of an old married couple.
Life became a dull routine for Barb. Get up and cook breakfast, both of them go to work, eat lunch together, come home at night and cook supper, watch TV, and then go to bed. Rick was starting to cool off a little in his love making. When they were first married, it was every night and every morning. Now, the novelty seemed to be wearing off, and Barb had to take the initiative if she wanted Rick to make love to her.
Barb tried everything she could think of to keep Rick on their honeymoon schedule, but she wasn't being too successful. Rick was tapering off, and Barb didn't like the idea. Then Rick started to go out on more and more night work. Barb didn't know what the job involved, but she was starting to get a little suspicious.
Rick had given Honey hell about wearing perfume when she met him, because it was so difficult to get rid of the odor. This was what had started Barb on questioning Rick about his partial nighttime job. Rick was getting tired of Honey, but he didn't mind taking her money. This was the only thing that was capable of still arousing Rick's desires for Honey.
Rick was even getting a little tired of Barb. The fact that he could have her any time he wanted her was no longer exciting. Also, the way Barb threw herself at him reduced the thrill that he used to experience. Rick had never realized before that marriage could ruin a good sex partner.
Barb was also becoming dissatisfied. In the past, Rick had been the only man capable of satisfying her, but lately Rick was acting like a little high school boy--on and off. Dammit, she thought, if he doesn't start taking care of me, I'll have to find somebody who will.
* * *
Kaye and Connie were getting along very well as roommates. They both had boy friends whom they brought to the trailer when they wanted their sex. They double dated occasionally for sex kicks, but they also went out on dates individually. Drew and Kaye were back together again, but Kaye didn't see him as often as she wished she could. They could get together at the office, when he had night work to do, and, occasionally, he was able to come to the trailer, when he knew that his wife was going to be out for the evening.
At first, Kaye remained faithful to Drew, but since there were long periods of drought between their meetings, she started having dates with other men. In fact, Drew had suggested she continue to date other fellows so as not to start any rumors.
Kaye had a date tonight with one of her newer acquisitions. She hadn't bedded down with Stu as yet, mainly because she had only dated him a couple of times. Tonight, though, she was passionate. She hadn't had a man in almost a month, and that was too long between men. Kaye invited Stu into the trailer for a quick drink before he went home. Stu agreed and entered the trailer for the first time.
She noticed a light from under the door to Connie's room, so she knew that her roommate was home, but she didn't know if Connie was alone or not. Kaye mixed the drinks and then joined Stu on the sofa. She was more than ready for play, and Stu hadn't even touched her as yet.
She sat down on one end of the sofa and brought her legs up under her. It was a slow and deliberate movement, because she knew that this movement would expose a good view of her thighs. Stu didn't even seem to notice what Kaye was offering to his view. This irritated her. She shifted her position and moved her legs again so as to give him a better view. This still didn't seem to work. Stu finally looked at his watch.
"Gosh, Kaye, I didn't realize it was so late. I've got to get home."
_ Stu took off, and Kaye was left sitting on the sofa, all keyed up. Damn him, she thought, leaving me here like this. Kaye went into her bedroom and undressed. Might as well go to bed. There wasn't anything else left for her to do. While Kaye was getting ready for bed, she heard somebody leave Connie's room and then heard the trailer door close. At least Connie had been taken care of tonight, she thought.
"You awake?"
"Come on in, Connie. I was just getting ready for bed."
Kaye noticed that Connie was nude. "Was it a good night, Connie?"
"Damn good. How about you?"
"Hell, mine left me in a lurch. Here I was, passionate as hell, and he had to get home early."
Kaye was also nude now. She hung up her clothes in the closet and then started over to the dresser to get her pajamas.
"You poor darling. Your face is still flushed."
"It's not my flushed face that's bothering me, Connie."
Connie walked over to Kaye. "Why, honey, even your nipples are still hard. Geez, you're hotter than a two-bit pistol."
"I know it better than you do, Connie."
"Lie down on the bed for a minute, Kaye."
"Why?"
"Hell, honey, you'll never get any sleep while you're still in this condition."
"Don't I know it? The nipples of my breasts feel as though they're ready to pop off."
Connie reached over and touched Kaye's breasts.
"God! Don't do that, Connie! That'll just make it worse."
"No, it won't, Kay. Lie down on the bed and I'll show you how to relieve those tensions."
Kaye wasn't in a mood to argue with her, so she sprawled on the bed. Connie joined her and stroked her breasts and worked with the nipples.
"Crap, Connie. You're just making it worse."
"Just relax, Kaye. You'll see I wasn't kidding you." Connie kept playing with Kaye's breasts and then finally bent over and kissed the nipples.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing, Connie?"
"What's the matter, don't you like it?"
"That's not the point. What're you trying to do, drive me wild?"
"In a way, I guess I am, Kaye."
Kaye started to protest, but Connie stopped her protest with a kiss. At the same time she placed her body on top of Kay's. Kaye finally broke away from Connie's lips.
"Look, Connie, let's get one thing straight. I'm not a Lesbian."
"I'm aware of that, Kaye, and I'm not one, either."
"Well, then, what's the deal?"
Connie was grinding her hips against Kaye's hips. "What do you think the deal is? How does what I'm doing to you feel now?"
"It feels pretty good, Connie, but it's not going to help me; it's just going to make me more passionate."
"Baloney, Kaye. Just work with me like this for a few minutes and you'll find out. Come on, now, kiss me."
Kaye figured she didn't have anything to lose, so she let Connie kiss her, again. It was a smooth kiss at first, but then Connie's tongue forced through her lips. Kaye was going to complain at first, but then she found herself enjoying it. It was also a pleasant feeling, having Connie's breasts rubbing against her breasts.
Then, suddenly, Kaye felt the impossible starting to happen. She couldn't believe it, but she was starting to reach the peak. Then it happened.
"I didn't think something like this was possible, Connie."
"Honey, there're a lot of things that are possible, when you put your mind to them. Did you like it?"
"I'm amazed, but it wasn't bad at all. I always thought that making love with another woman would not be any good."
Connie had rolled off of Kaye, but she wasn't finished with her as yet. She was still playing with Kaye's breasts, and she rose so she could kiss them. Then she started moving down toward her thighs.
"You keep doing that, Connie, and I'm going to be ready to go again."
"That's the idea, baby! The only trouble is, I'm also passionate now. Help me out too, honey."
"I don't know what to do, Connie."
"Just do the same thing that I'm doing."
Connie positioned herself over Kaye's breasts in such a manner that her breasts were directly over Kaye's face. They mutually played with each other's breasts in his way for a while. Then Connie moved down toward Kaye's thighs. Kay was being caught up in the act. Connie continued, until they were heads-over-heels-in-love with each other.
Kaye learned a number of new techniques that night, regarding love. She and Connie slept together the rest of the night.
* * *
Kaye finally had an opportunity to meet Martha Andrews. She had always wondered what Drew's wife was like. Kaye had formed a mental image of Martha Andrews and, seeing her, the mental image she'd formed was confirmed. The only thing that was different about the real Martha Andrews was her looks. She was a damned good-looking woman, with a trim and sexy figure.
Martha Andrews had stopped at the office one day to see Drew. This was the first time she'd ever come to the office, and it provided Kaye an opportunity to finally see her. Martha identified herself, which words were the only ones spoken between the two women. If Martha suspected anything, she hid her emotions well. Kaye realized that Martha would have no reason to suspect any illicit activities taking place between her and Drew.
Martha had been downtown shopping and had stopped in the office to tell Drew that she was going to a party that night, so she wouldn't be home until later on that evening. Usually she called him from home to tell him these things, but, since she was right near the office anyway, she decided to drop in for a few minutes. This way she wouldn't have to bother finding a phone later on.
It also provided Martha with an opportunity to see Drew's secretary. She knew that her husband was probably bedding down with her. After seeing Kaye, Martha had to admit that her husband had good taste in the women that he bedded down with.
Martha left the office and drove out to the San-ford home. She and Jean Sanford had become very close friends since Martha had moved to Travis City. Jean and Martha had a great deal in common. Jean had married her husband because it was expected of her by her family. Travis Sanford was the son of the wealthiest family in town. In fact, he carried the name of his grandfather Stan Travis,' for whom the city had been named.
Travis Sanford was ten years older than his wife and was more concerned with his business and his hobbies than he was in his twenty-eight-year-old wife. Jean and Martha had become drawn to each other almost from the first time that they'd met, and it wasn't long before they were very close friends. Jean admired Martha, and it was obvious that she tried to pattern herself after Martha.
Jean was out on the patio taking a sun bath, when Martha finally arrived. Martha joined her on the patio and mixed herself a drink.
"It's a good thing you have a nice, high fence around here, Jean."
"Oh? Why is that?"
"Well, with the way that you're dressed right now, if you didn't have a high fence, then all the men from the surrounding territory would be beating a path to your patio."
"Is that such a bad idea, Martha?"
"Well, darling, we do have to be discriminate in these matters, you know."
They both had a good laugh, and then Martha settled back to enjoy her drink.
"What's on the agenda for this afternoon, Jean?"
"Well, we'll' go to the Country Club for golf, swimming, and cocktails. Then we'll have supper together some place and have a few more cocktails before we head to Dave's party."
"What kind of party does Dave have planned for us this time?"
"Who knows, and who cares? Just as long as they're fun. It's too bad that you can't get your husband interested in our crowd, darling. You know, some of the wives would love to lure him into their beds."
"That may be true, Jean, but I don't want to give Drew any evidence that he could ever use in a divorce. The women'll have to work on him on their own time and without my help, I guess."
"I know, Martha. We've gone over this all before. Hey, I've got an idea."
"Oh? What's that?"
"Find yourself a substitute husband."
"What in heaven's name are you talking about, Jean?"
"Well, if you could find yourself a lover that the group approved of, then you could bring him to the special parties as your substitute husband."
"That's a little risky, isn't it, Jean?"
"No more risky than going to Dave's parties. Hell, everybody's in the same boat at our special parties. Nobody's going to blow the whistle on anybody else."
"I'll have to think about it, Jean. As long as I'm able to go to Dave's parties, I don't see what's to be gained from belonging to your group."
"Hell, Martha, our group's considered to be the elite in this town. Once you're on the inside, then you've got it made, socially and financially. This group could make or break you and your husband. The men have been dying to get in your pants, and the women've been dying to play 'doctor' with Drew. They might be willing to take a substitute, though. I'll do a little checking up on it and let you know. Okay?"
"I can't stop you from inquiring, Jean."
* * *
It was a dull day at the Country Club. Martha thanked her lucky stars, though, for the Country Club, because without it she would've gone stark raving mad. It helped to break the monotony by having somewhere to go. Martha was waiting for Dave's party tonight. He was wild, but she loved it.
Dave Marvin was a thirty-year-old bachelor and was very well-to-do financially. He had inherited his millions, and his monthly income was almost more than he could spend. Dave enjoyed life and was always looking for new kicks. His greatest kick came from women and sex. He was constantly looking for new types of thrills.
Dave had a close and select group of friends who received invitations to his special parties. Before a new person could be invited to attend these special parties, they were carefully screened by Dave. Martha had finally passed the inspection and was now a member of this close and select group.
Dave's house had cost a small fortune, but he could afford it. The house had an indoor-outdoor swimming pool, and, in general, the house had been built for one purpose--the enjoyment of sex. He had a real wild party planned for tonight. He hoped that everyone would enjoy themselves.
Jean and Martha arrived at Dave's house at seven o'clock that evening.
"Welcome, girls. Glad that you could make it to the party."
"Hi, Dave. What've you got planned for tonight?"
"Don't get nosy, Jean. Just come on in and let nature take its course."
Jean and Martha walked into the huge combination den and indoor swimming pool area. There were a large number of reclining chairs around the pool, and the drinks had already been mixed. Jean and Martha had been the first of the guests to arrive. They helped themselves to a drink and then found themselves comfortable chairs.
Other people started to arrive, and they all headed toward the bar. Within an hour the group had become quite noisy and very congenial. Martha wondered what kind of gimmick Dave had planned for this party. She didn't have to wait much longer to find out. Dave had finally climbed onto a chair in the middle of the room.
"Okay, people. Knock it off and listen to me for a minute."
The group quieted down very quickly. They were all anxious to find out what Dave had planned for the evening.
"I don't know if anybody's noticed it or not, but I've had the floor done over in this room."
There was some mumbling as they all looked at the floor and admired the new tile.
"Okay, now that you've all had a chance to admire the floor, we'll get down to the important business. I want all of the women on one side of the room and the men on the other side of the room."
There was some confusion, as the men and women migrated to their respective sides of the room.
"Okay, now each of you take a position on a black square, just like on a checkerboard."
The people positioned themselves on the squares, as they had been instructed. Then Dave got off of the chair and collected a stack of envelopes from the bar. He placed a small stack of these envelopes on some of the empty squares that separated the men from the women. Then he returned to the chair.
"Okay, kids, Maybe it's obvious to you by now, but if it isn't, we're going to play checkers. At least it's a slightly modified game of checkers. I'll control the moves of the women, and Sheri will control the moves of the men. Whenever a couple are on the same square together, then they take the top envelope from the stack and follow the instructions on the inside of that envelope. Before we start, though, everybody take off their clothes and leave them on the square."
It didn't take the participants long to disrobe and get ready to play the game. Sheri had the first move, and she started out playing a rather cautious and conservative game. Dave didn't want to be particularly cautious, though. He soon had a couple occupying the same square. They opened the envelope and assumed the position which the contents described. Since Dave had made the move, it then meant that the man was out of the game.
Dave lost a woman on the next move, and she joined the man who had gone out of the game earlier. They didn't spend all of their time watching the interesting checker game, either. Then Dave hit a bad streak of luck and lost two more women. The game on the reclining chair of three women and one man was becoming more interesting than the weird checker game.
Martha was still in the checker game, and she was starting to get a little bored with the game and hot from watching all of the action taking place around her. She hadn't moved from her original square as yet. Finally, Dave gave her the instructions to move. He was using Martha as an offensive piece. He finally maneuvered her onto an occupied square, and Martha had her first release from sexual boredom.
Then Dave maneuvered her around the board again and finally got her on another occupied square. Martha found that the game was becoming more interesting. She figured that Dave must have spent a great deal of time preparing the instructions in the envelope. She'd never imagined so many different positions and ways to complete the sex act. And, each one seemed more gratifying than the last one.
The game was finally finished and the party degenerated into an orgy. People were in the swimming pool making love, on the floor making love, and on the chairs making love. Martha continued with as man y men as she could find who had any energy left. When the men wore out, she started looking for willing women as partners. Dave really knew how to throw a party.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Rick dropped Honey off at the parking lot, where he always met her. Damn her, he thought to himself, she was getting too demanding on his energies. She no longer wanted a good, regular loving; now she wanted him to try all different types of weird things with her. Rick hadn't minded a little variety at the beginning, but now they no longer ever assumed the original and only satisfying position for him. If it weren't for the money, he'd've dumped her a long time ago. He parked the car and walked up to the apartment. He hoped that Barb would be sleeping. If Barb was awake, then she'd want to roll in the sack with him. After the session that he'd just finished with Honey, he was completely drained and wouldn't've been able to help Barb even if he'd wanted to.
Luck wasn't with Rick tonight. Barb was in the bedroom, but she was awake and was waiting for him to come home.
"Hi, Rick. Work hard tonight?"
"Thought you were sleeping, Barb. Yeah, I worked pretty hard tonight. I'm pretty tired."
"How much did you make tonight, Rick?"
"Fifty bucks tonight."
"Hey, that's pretty good. I wish you'd tell me what kind of job you have."
"I can't do that, Barb, but don't worry about it. It's all legal."
"Well, get your clothes off and come onto bed."
"Yeah, I will. Wait until I get my pajamas on."
"Oh? I was hoping that you wouldn't be quite that tired again tonight, Rick."
"I am that tired, though, Barb."
"I'm getting used to it, Rick. I don't like it, but I'm getting used to it. You know, you haven't made love to me in over a month now."
"I didn't realize it was that long. Maybe tomorrow night."
"That also sounds familiar."
Rick was nude now and had just started to reach for his pajamas, when Barb suddenly sat up and grabbed his arm.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Barb?"
"I just wanted to make sure my eyes weren't deceiving me, Rick."
"What are you talking about?"
"Why don't you look for yourself, and then tell me what you think I'm talking about?"
Rick looked down and immediately saw what Barb was referring to. There was a perfect lipstick imprint on his stomach, more smudges of lipstick on his legs, and the last tell-tale ring of lipstick around the one structure of his anatomy that defied explanation. He thought that Honey had taken off her lipstick. Then he remembered she'd put lipstick back on when they'd finished their third round, but she'd decided to try and warm him up again, while Rick was driving back to town.
"No wonder you've been so damned tired every night. Has it been the same one each time, or do you have an entire string of women on the side?"
Rick didn't answer. He couldn't answer. It was similar to being caught with your hand in the cookie jar. There was no room left for an alibi.
"Here I've been sitting at home letting it dry up, while you've been out having yourself a ball. You can sleep out on the couch tonight, lover boy."
Rick was too tired and too mad to argue. Anyway, what was there to argue about? Oh, to hell with it all, he thought. Their marriage had been on the rocks for some time now, anyway. The only thing that surprised Rick was that Barb had managed to remain faithful to him all this time. Well, except for Honey, he'd also been true to Barb.
Rick headed out into the living room and tried to make himself comfortable on the sofa. Boy, he was sure going to give Honey hell the next time he saw her. In fact, this might be as good a time as any to get rid of her. He was sick and tired of her, anyway.
* * *
Jean Sanford was home resting and taking life easy in general. She was still a little irritated with Martha, because she wouldn't try and bring Drew into their closed circle of friends. Jean had really developed a thing for Drew. The fact that she hadn't been able to get Drew into a social situation just made her desires for him that much greater.
Jean's conniving female mind was rapidly at work. Jean firmly believed that all men would stray from their wives' beds if the situation presented itself. All Jean had to do was to provide the right situation, and Drew would end up in her bed. Being a close friend of Martha's would provide her with the information necessary to set the trap.
The situation she was looking for came sooner than she'd expected. Martha let it drop one day that Drew was going to Chicago for three days, on business.
"Since Drew's going to be gone, Jean, why don't we have ourselves a party?"
Jean's mind was working rapidly now. "That sounds wonderful, Martha, but I'm going to be out of town then. I promised my mother I'd drive over and spend a couple of days with her."
"That's too bad, Jean. We could've really had ourselves a good time. Well, Drew'll be going out of town again some other time."
It was very simple for Jean to find out what hotel Drew was staying at while he was in Chicago. Jean would "accidentally" run into him at the hotel and then let nature take its course. Once she went to work on him, then he'd never be able to refuse to take care of her. It was all so simple that she could hardly wait for the week to finally arrive. Jean also knew that she wasn't ruining Martha's chances for a party by her absence. Martha was more than capable of taking care of her own enjoyment.
Jean figured that once she'd bedded down with Drew, then she might be more successful in bringing him into the inner circle. In fact, she already had. some wild ideas about Drew and the inner circle. Jean was caught up in the excitement of her own planning.
Martha was disappointed that Jean would be out of town, but she knew that she could have a party without her. It would've been better with Jean there, though.
* * *
It was early, but Kaye and Connie had decided that it was time to go to bed. It wasn't time to go to sleep; it was just time to go to bed. Connie had introduced Kaye to the other side of love, and Kaye enjoyed it. She wasn't a Lesbian, but she'd learned very quickly to enjoy love with another woman.
"Shall we use your bedroom or mine, Kaye?"
"Let's try my bedroom tonight, Connie."
"Let's take a shower first. A good hot shower always helps to relax a person."
"Sounds good, Connie. You want to take one first?"
"Oh, no, Kaye. We'll take a shower together. It's so much more fun that way."
The girls quickly stripped and climbed into the small shower stall together. In the stall the girls couldn't help but touch each other. The warm water felt so good and relaxing.
"Stand still, Kaye, and I'll soap you."
Connie was methodical in the soaping routine. She started first on Kay's back. She spread the soap suds over Kaye's back, down to the swell of her buttocks. Then she turned her around. She tenderly soaped her breasts, making sure that the nipples received special attention. Then she moved down to Kaye's stomach and then lower. She had to kneel to soap Kaye's legs, which were spread apart just far enough to allow Connie to do a good job on the lower part of her body.
"You're all soaped, Kaye. Now it's your turn."
Kaye took the soap and lathered Connie's body in the same meticulous fashion. Connie had been right; this was a wonderful way to relax. It was also a stimulating routine. Kaye finally finished with Connie's body, and they turned on the water again in order to wash off the soap.
"Let's get dried, Kaye. That can be just as much fun as taking a shower."
The girls got out, and Connie grabbed the big towel. She dried Kaye's back first, including her legs. Then she turned her around and started on the important side. She didn't spend a great deal of time on Kaye's breasts or on the glorious triangle, at first. But then she returned to those important areas and vigorously rubbed them with the towel until Kaye's skin glowed. Kaye was entering the passion world, when Connie suddenly stopped.
It was Kaye's turn to dry Connie's body. She had as much fun as did Connie.
"Okay, honey, into the bedroom. I'll join you there in a minute."
Kaye obediently went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed to await Connie's return. Connie returned to the bedroom in a few minutes with two drinks.
"Here you go, honey. Drink this. It'll help you to relax."
Kaye took the drink. It really tasted good. Kaye finished her drink and lay down on the bed again. Connie finished her drink and joined Kaye on the bed.
"How do you feel now, Kaye?"
"Just great. This is really wonderful."
"There's still more to come, Kaye. Roll over on your stomach."
Kaye again obeyed obediently. Connie took some powder and started on Kaye's back. Her fingers felt wonderful. She was gentle, yet her fingers worked her flesh firmly. It felt great to Kaye when Connie reached her buttocks. Connie stroked and kneaded the provocative swell of her buttocks. Then she went to work on the thighs and the tapering legs. The warm shower, the drinks, and this pleasant massage were lulling Kaye into a passion world that she'd never visited before.
Connie turned her over. Connie powdered her breasts, thoroughly. She powdered the nipples and then kissed the powder off of the nipples. The nipples immediately sprang up. Connie stayed with the nipples for a few minutes, until they were as hard as little jewels.
Then she continued to powder the remaining. parts of Kaye's body. She worked on Kaye's tummy until the skin tingled. Then Connie started down on Kaye's feet and started working upward. Kaye couldn't wait for Connie to get to the important areas. Finally Connie was finished.
"I'll do the same for you, Connie."
"Forget it, Kaye. I can't wait any longer."
* * *
When finished, the girls both needed another shower. It'd been a wild and wonderful evening. The girls took another shower and then returned to Kaye's bedroom.
They were just about ready to fall asleep, when the door bell rang. Kaye jumped out of bed and quickly put on a robe to cover her nude body, before she answered the door. She opened the door only slightly.
"Barb! What're you doing out alone this late at night?"
"Hi, Kaye. May I come in?"
"Sure you can; that's a silly question. Come on in. Where's Rick?"
Barb came into the trailer. "He's probably out somewhere looking for a strange piece of tail."
Kaye was shocked. She wasn't shocked at the language, but she thought that Barb and Rick were a happily married couple.
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, Barb. Are you sure about Rick?"
"I've never caught him in the act, Kaye, but the other night he came home covered with lipstick on parts of his body that didn't leave anything to a person's imagination."
"What'd he say about it?"
"There wasn't anything he could say."
"What're you going to do about it, Barb?"
"I figure that what is good for the goose is good for the gander. I've been getting pretty damned bored at home alone every night. I want some fun. I'm not going to sit at home and wither away. I'm going to find myself and have some fun. To hell with him."
"Where's Rick now?"
"Who knows, and who cares? We haven't asked each other about our activities since that night I caught him with the lipstick. I finally decided tonight that I wasn't going to sit around the house worrying about it."
Connie finally stuck her head out of the bedroom door.
"Who is it, Kaye?"
"It's Barb. You remember her."
"Anybody else with her?"
"No, she's alone. It's safe to come out."
Connie walked out of Kaye's bedroom, still nude. Barb started to put two and two together. Kaye wore nothing under her robe, and Connie had been in the bedroom with her, and she was also completely nude.
"Did you just get rid of your men?"
"No, we were alone tonight."
"Oh?"
Kaye was a little irritated with the things that were suggested in the tone of Barb's voice.
"What's that supposed to mean, Barb?"
"Nothing, Kaye. What you girls do is your own business."
Connie also figured out the connotation.
"Have you ever tried it, Barb?"
"Nope, can't say that I ever have,"
"Well, then, don't knock it if you don't know what it's all about."
"For Christ's sake, don't get mad at me. I left the house to get away from an argument, so I don't want to be the cause of another one."
"I'm sorry, Barb. How about a drink?"
"That sounds like a good idea, Connie."
Barb couldn't help but watch Connie's naked body as she went over to mix the drinks. She finally forced herself to stop gazing and turned to Kaye.
"How have things been going with you, Kaye?"
"Real great, Barb. Connie's been a good roommate. Don't get the wrong idea about us. We've had some pretty good parties with men, but having a woman is really something!"
"But, I always thought... "
"I know what you always thought, Barb, but it's not true. Connie calls it AC-DC--going both ways. God, this damned robe is hot."
Kaye took off her robe.
"There, that's better. Can you stay for a while, Barb?"
"Hell, I'm as free as a bird tonight, Kaye."
"Great. Hey, Connie, hurry up with those drinks."
"I've really missed the parties we used to have, Kaye. They were really something."
"Maybe we can arrange it so you could join us for one some night."
"That'd really be great, Kaye. I'd really be indebted to you."
Connie finally reappeared with the drinks, and the girls continued to talk over old times and Barb's marital problems. Barb felt a little self-conscious at first, sitting there with the two naked women. After a few more drinks, though, she noticed that it didn't bother her as much. She also noticed that she was starting to feel warmer. Kaye became aware of this too. She and Connie joined Barb on the sofa.
"Why don't you get more comfortable, Barb? You look as though you're getting warm."
Kaye started unbuttoning Barb's blouse. It didn't take the two girls long to strip her. Before Barb returned home that night, she'd been introduced to the other side of love.
* * *
Drew was starting to cool off on Kaye. He'd never been a one-woman man, and he wasn't going to start now. Kaye never knew it, but Drew had always had more women than just her. Right now he felt like going on the prowl again for some new meat.
He was planning to have a little fun while he was in Chicago, but he also wanted to add some new names to his list in Travis City. In fact, he'd noticed a girl in the typing pool who suddenly took on a new appeal for him. He was waiting for a day when Kaye would report in sick. Then he'd have an opportunity to get to know the girl a little better.
The day finally arrived, so Drew requested that the girl he'd noticed from the steno pool be sent into his office to temporarily replace Kaye. Drew didn't realize it at the time, but this girl was as ready and eager to play the game as he was. The girl that he'd selected was Barb. Barb wasn't sure how eager Drew was to play the game, but she planned to drop a few subtle hints to let him know how she felt.
Drew wasn't aware of the close friendship existing between Barb and Kaye. Had he known, then he probably wouldn't have accepted her subtle hints as soon as he did. Barb's hints weren't really that subtle. She crossed her legs in a manner that would provide as wide an expanse of thigh as possible.
She bent over when near his desk to allow him a clear view of her breasts. Whenever she was near him she accidentally allowed her breasts to rub against his arm. She had mounted a very effective offensive to break down Drew's defenses.
Barb didn't have to worry. Drew had already selected her to join his ever-growing list of amorous conquests. Barb knew that she had convinced Drew, when he finally asked her if she could work overtime that night. Now she had an overtime job similar to Rick's overtime job. The only difference was that she wouldn't get the kind of money that Rick was getting for his work. Barb couldn't wait to find out if Drew was as good a lover as Kaye had told her he was.
She found out later that evening in Drew's office. Barb wasn't disappointed, because he was good. She wasn't sure if he was really that good, or if she just needed a man badly. She didn't care, though.
"We'll have to do this again, Barb."
"I hope so, Drew. I really enjoyed it."
"Can you arrange to get away some nights?"
"My husband has a part-time night job, so I guess I shouldn't have too much trouble in getting out of the house at night. Maybe we can arrange to work on the same nights that he has to work."
"Good. You let me know what nights you're free, and we'll work out the arrangements. Get dressed, Barb, and I'll take you home."
She dressed and they left the office. They didn't go directly to her apartment, because she suddenly felt the urge for another session.
"Why don't you park for a little while, Drew?"
"Okay, Barb. I don't have to get home right away." This time Drew didn't have to waste a great deal of time on the unnecessary preliminaries. He placed his hands under Barb's dress and discovered that she hadn't put her panties back on. And she was more than ready. Drew gave her a good ride. Barb slept well that night.
* * *
Drew caught the morning train to Chicago. He didn't pay any attention to the other passengers. He found himself a seat and slept all the way into Chicago. He took a cab directly to the hotel and checked in. After freshening up, he started in on the series of meetings that had been planned for the day. His thoughts were not really on the meetings, though. He couldn't wait for the meetings to end, so he could go prowling for some strange stuff.
As soon as the meetings were finished, he returned to his hotel room to shower and shave. He had just finished his shower and shave and was running around in the nude, when there was a knock at his door. He grabbed a robe and opened the door. It was the waiter with a cart containing ice and whiskey.
"Mr. Andrews?"
"Yes?"
The waiter rolled the cart past Drew into the room.
"But I didn't order this stuff."
"You're Mr. Andrews, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am."
"Well, that's what the ticket says, and it's all paid for."
The waiter disappeared, and he was left standing in the middle of the room with the cart. He finally noticed an envelope sitting on the cart and he opened it.
"From a secret admirer," the note said. "Mix the drinks, because I'll be there in five minutes."
Drew was even more confused now than he'd been before. He couldn't imagine who he knew at the hotel. He didn't have long to wonder about the identity of his unknown benefactor. There was a knock at the door. He opened it. Dammit. He recognized her as one of Martha's friends, but he couldn't remember her name.
"Hello, Drew. Aren't you going to invite me in for a drink? I know you have all the necessary fixings."
"Sure, come on in." What in hell washer name? Drew couldn't imagine why he hadn't noticed her more closely before. She had a hell of a nice face and figure.
"I must say that a woman sure doesn't get a very warm or cordial reception around here."
"I'm sorry. It just caught me so much by surprise. I had just gotten out of the shower, when the bell boy brought up the stuff."
Jean eyed the slightly opened robe. "Yes, I noticed."
Drew automatically drew his robe tighter.
"Do I have to mix the drinks myself, Drew?"
"Oh, no, I'll mix them." Drew wished to hell he could remember her name. He mixed the drinks and then gave one to his unnamed visitor.
"You know, Drew, I have the feeling that you don't even know my name."
"I'll have to admit that you're right. I know you are a close friend of my wife's, but I can't for the life of me remember your name."
"It's Jean Sanford, and let's forget that I'm a close friend of your wife's. Okay?"
"You're buying the drinks, Jean. Whatever you say."
"Your room isn't quite as big as my room, Drew. I'll let you sit in the chair and I'll take the bed."
Jean sat on the bed, not paying much attention to the way that her skirt rode up above her knees. "What've you got planned for tonight, Drew?"
"Nothing special. I had some reports to check over after supper, then I thought I'd hit the sack early. I have a pretty busy day tomorrow."
Damn her pretty butt, she could really upset his plans for this evening, thought Drew.
"Oh, come now, Drew. Don't tell me it's all work and no play on these business trips."
"You have me at a disadvantage, Jean. You don't expect me to confess all of my inner secrets to one of Martha's best friends?"
"Um. I hadn't thought of it quite that way be- fore, Drew. You're right, though. It is something of a handicap. I wouldn't tell you everything about myself if you were a close friend of my husband's.
This does create something of a problem. Let's have another drink and see if we can try and solve this impasse."
He wished she'd get the hell out of his room and stop spoiling his chances for some fun this evening. He wanted to do a little tail chasing. It looked as though she wasn't in a hurry to leave, either. Drew mixed the drinks. Had she not been a friend of Martha's, Drew would've made a pass at her. But he couldn't be positive that she wanted to play the game and wouldn't go home telling Martha about what he did, when he was supposed to be away on business.
"Thank you for the drink, Drew."
Drew returned to his chair and watched Jean trying to get comfortable on the bed. Her skirt rode up even higher, and she still hadn't made any attempt to rearrange the skirt. He was enjoying the view. She had damned good-looking legs. Jean caught him admiring them.
"Why, Drew, you naughty boy! I should blush just from that look on your face. Do you like my legs?"
"What I can see so far is pretty nice."
"That's the first encouraging thing you've said to me. I was beginning to believe you were really as cold a fish in bed as Martha said you were."
This statement irritated Drew a little.
"Martha doesn't have a right to tell you a damned thing about how I am in bed. Are you here spying on me for Martha?"
"Get serious, darling! Martha doesn't even know I'm here. We may be good friends, lover, but I don't tell her everything I do. If she wants to spy on you, then she can do it on her own time."
"Knowing my dear wife's views on things, she'd probably drop you like a hot potato if she suspected that you had liberal views regarding sex, Jean."
"Lover, you don't know your own wife very well."
"What in the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, lover. Just woman talk. Let's forget about Martha. I didn't come all the way to Chicago just to talk to you about your wife. Are you convinced that I don't tell Martha everything I know or do?"
"It doesn't really make much difference, does it, Jean?"
"It does to me, Drew. We can talk about that later. Fix me another drink."
He took her empty glass and returned to her a full one.
"I'm afraid I'm getting my skirt all wrinkled, Drew. Any suggestions?"
"You could stand up, Jean. Or, you could go back to your own room."
"You're not being very cooperative, Drew."
"I didn't realize I was supposed to be cooperative."
"Nobody said you had to be, lover, but don't I even appeal to you just a little bit?"
"I hadn't really given it much thought."
"You must've given it some thought, Drew, because of the way you were admiring my legs."
"Okay, I've given it some thought, I won't deny that. I admire pretty legs all the time, but that doesn't mean anything. A lot of men go window shopping, but that doesn't mean they touch the merchandise."
"Do you really think my legs are pretty?"
"I told you before, Jean, as much as I could see."
"Well, lover, I want you to be able to make a good, sound decision."
Jean slid off the bed. She grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up a few inches above her knees.
"How do you like them now, Drew?"
"They're not too bad."
Jean raised the skirt another four inches. "Still good?"
Drew was being caught up in the spirit of the game. "Still pretty good."
Jean raised her skirt still higher. "Any complaints yet, Drew?"
Drew was starting to sweat a little now. If she raised the skirt one more inch, he'd be staring at her panties.
"No complaints. They still look good to me."
Jean raised the skirt again. My God! She wasn't wearing any panties!
"Still want to spend the evening looking at reports, Drew?"
Drew didn't answer. He didn't have to answer. His robe had fallen open in the front, and his excitement and interest in Jean were more than obvious.
"Well, now, that looks very interesting!"
Jean unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Then her jacket and bra came off.
"Any complaints now, Drew?"
"I don't think you have to worry now about getting your skirt wrinkled."
Jean came over to Drew and opened his robe the rest of the way.
"May I sit on your lap, honey?"
"Please be my guest."
Drew realized that the night wasn't going to be a complete loss after all. Jean positioned herself on his lap, facing him. Her soft buttocks fit snugly into him. It felt good, and it also had a revitalizing effect on him. Jean squirmed and moved her buttocks around. Drew grabbed her buttocks and pulled her closer to him. Their lips finally met and the game was on. Drew finally broke the clinch.
"It seems such a waste, Jean, for us to be sitting on the chair like this, when there's a perfectly comfortable bed available."
"I guess you're right, Drew, but I hate the thought of being separated from you for even a few seconds."
"Maybe I can think of a way to get to the bed without us having to be separated."
"I'm game, if you think it can be done."
"Okay, honey, wrap your legs around my waist. Easy now, be careful that we don't become separated. Good. Now, wrap your arms around my neck and hang on tight."
Drew slowly eased up out of the chair, and, while still coupled with Jean, he waddled over toward the bed.
"Oh, my God, Drew. That action is out of this world! I wish you could keep on going like that."
"I'll try, Jean."
Drew waddled around the room a couple of times, with Jean squealing constantly in his ear. He finally had to sit down on the bed. They had made it to the bed without once becoming separated.
CHAPTER NINE
Martha could hardly wait for Drew to leave town so she could arrange a party for herself while he was gone. She was slightly irritated at first because Jean wouldn't be around. Well, she didn't need Jean in order to have a successful party. Martha had her own special friends, so she didn't have to rely completely on Jean.
Martha started calling some of her lovers, as soon as Drew left the house. Things started off wrong almost from the start. It seemed as though everybody that she called was either not interested or was already committed for the evening. At first it only irritated Martha, but as she realized that she was probably going to spend the evening alone, she started to panic.
By seven o'clock that evening she still had not been able to round up anybody for a party. Dammit, she thought, here she had a wonderful opportunity and nobody to enjoy it with. Martha headed for the bar. She needed a drink. This wasn't her first drink of the day. In fact, she had started hitting the bottle pretty early that afternoon. She took her drink and sprawled on the sofa. She tried to think of more people that she could call, but she had exhausted her list of available lovers.
Then it struck her. There was one source that she hadn't contacted as yet. Martha got off of the sofa like she was shot from a cannon and headed for the phone again. The answer was so simple. Dave Marvin could set her up on a party. He knew everybody that was available.
Martha dialed his number and then waited. God, I hope he's home, thought Martha. Finally there was an answer at the other end of the line. "Yes?"
"Dave?" His voice sounded so funny.
"Yes. Who is this?"
"Dave, this is Martha Andrews."
"Oh, hi, Martha. What're you doing?"
"That's the problem, Dave. I'm not doing a damned thing."
"I don't follow you, Martha."
"My husband's out of town for a few days, and I'm home all by myself."
"Look, Martha, I don't run a baby-sitting service."
"Listen to me for a minute, Dave. I've called everybody I know, and it was too late to try and get someone lined up for a party tonight. I want to have a party, but I need some men. I thought maybe you might be able to help me out by suggesting a couple of names."
"Hell, Martha, I don't run a stud service, either."
"I'm sorry, Dave. I didn't mean to get you mad at me."
"Hold on, Martha. Don't pull the mad-wife routine on me. Look, I'm having a little party here at my place right now. If you're interested in some new kicks, then come on over."
"Thanks, Dave. I'll be there in thirty minutes."
Martha hung up and went flying out of the house. She was careful not to break any speed limits while driving over to Dave's house. She parked the car, went up the walk to the front door, rang the door bell, and waited. She waited for what seemed like an eternity, and then rang the door bell again. The door finally opened. It was Dave.
"Hi, Martha. Come on in."
She walked into the foyer. It was dark, and she detected the slightly pungent odor of incense. She could hardly see Dave because of the small amount of light present.
"Follow me, Martha. The party's in the rumpus room in the basement tonight. I'm afraid everybody's a little ahead of you, though."
"That's okay, Dave. I'll catch up on them."
Martha followed him through the house and down into the basement. The acrid odor became stronger, as they approached the basement. By the time they reached there, Martha's eyes had become accustomed to the dim lights. Once inside the rumpus room, Dave turned again to her.
"Okay, Martha. Have a cigarette, and then you're on your own."
Dave handed her a brownish colored cigarette.
"What is it, Dave?"
"Just marijuana. Don't worry, you won't get hooked on it."
"Okay, Dave, I'm game."
Dave disappeared into the semi-darkness of the room, and Martha was left by herself. She walked over to the bar and poured herself a drink. Everything was self-service tonight. Martha was standing near the bar, trying to look over the situation, when she was approached by a man.
"Hello, honey, I didn't see you around here earlier."
"Hello there yourself. No, I just got here."
"You'll never catch up with the group, if you don't put a match to that smoke you've got in your hand."
Martha looked at the strange brown cigarette in her hand. She had almost forgotten about it.
"I guess you're right. Got a match?"
"Not on me, honey." Then he laughed and walked over to the bar. He returned with a book of matches. When he struck the match, the light gave Martha the reason why he had laughed at his own comment just a few seconds before. He was nude. No wonder he couldn't have had any matches on him. Martha also wanted to laugh.
She inhaled on the cigarette and went into a spasmodic cough. She tried it again, and this time she found that she was able to hold the smoke in her lungs. It wasn't so bad after all, she thought. The stranger was still with her.
"The first time is always the toughest, sweetie. Cup the stub in your hands and inhale slowly."
Martha followed his directions and soon felt as though she were starting to float on a cloud. The stranger's voice sounded as though he were standing at the other end of the room. She could hear what he was saying, but she wasn't really listening.
She suddenly felt a cool breeze on her shoulders. Then Martha realized that the stranger had removed her blouse. It felt so good to be relieved of her clothes. The stranger didn't stop with her blouse. She felt her bra come off next. The stranger continued, until Martha knew that she was completely naked.
While the stranger was in the process of stripping Martha, she continued to stand still and smoke her cigarette. It was as though she were two different people. In fact, she almost felt like she was somebody else watching herself being stripped. Then the cigarette was gone, and she was being led a million miles away, over to another part of the rumpus room.
Dave sat in a strategic spot watching the orgy in full progress. He saw Martha being led over to the half of the basement that had been lined with mattresses. Martha's partner eased her down onto a vacant spot and then went to work. Dave thought he might even try Martha out for himself a little later on in the evening. He enjoyed watching for a little while, though.
Martha's stranger had finished with her and he was off and looking for something new. Martha remained on the mattress for a few minutes before she started looking around to see what was happening. Another couple was lying next to her, but they were too busy enjoying each other. Their actions fascinated Martha, so she decided to watch them for a while.
The novelty of watching soon wore off, and she decided that it was time to get up and look for some more action. She got up on her feet, but she was still slightly groggy in the head. She lost her balance and fell on the couple who were making love. The woman let out a scream.
"Oh, my God, that's wonderful. Do it again."
The man turned his head toward Martha.
"Get on my back, sweetie, and we'll both give her a ride."
When they finished, Martha traded places with the girl. She wanted to find out if it really was that good. She wasn't disappointed. Each drive was like a sledge hammer. When Martha finally shot over the top she thought that she would collapse. The man left Martha, but the girl didn't. It was just as much fun with a girl as it was with a man.
Martha didn't leave Dave's house until noon the next day.
* * *
Drew returned from Chicago feeling like a new man. Jean had really turned out to be a wild bed partner. He found himself wishing that his own wife would have been as willing to try a few new techniques, but Drew knew that Martha was frigid and would always remain that way. He and Martha no longer even shared the same bedroom. She didn't inquire about his activities, and he really didn't give a damn about hers.
Drew was finished with Kaye. It had just died on the vine. Neither of them seemed to worry about it, either. Drew was pleased that Kaye didn't make an issue of the situation. He figured that she had a number of other lovers, anyway, so losing him wouldn't bother her at all. He was already starting to drop Barb from his list of steadies. He'd always keep them in mind, though, in case of an emergency, but he was adding a lot of new females to his stable.
Drew had scored with a few of the other girls from the steno pool, but he wasn't devoting his entire interests to that group of females at this particular time. Jean was keeping him busy and also pretty tired. He was finding her to be an inexhaustible sex partner. She also had some pretty wild ideas regarding sex, and Drew really didn't mind her ideas. In fact, they were a lot of fun.
Drew was enjoying a cigarette and a cup of coffee before attacking the stack of papers on his desk. It was always rather relaxing to take a mid-afternoon break. He could always work more efficiently after a short break. Drew was just starting to get back to work, when his phone rang. It was Jean.
"Hello, busy man. What's new in the business world today?"
"Hi, Jean. Oh, not much. Just the regular routine stuff. How have you been?"
"Busy as usual with the typical crap. Are you free tonight?"
"Well, that all depends, Jean."
"On what?"
"On what you've got in mind. If it's what I think it is, then I'm free tonight."
"It's what you think it is. Shall we say eight o'clock?"
"Sounds great to me, Jean. Where?"
"Travis is out of town, so why don't you come over to my house?"
"Okay, see you at eight."
Drew pushed down the button on the phone and broke the contact. Then he let go of the button and dialed his home. He had to let Martha know that he had another important business meeting again tonight.
At the other end of the line Jean was smiling to herself. She had a surprise planned for Drew, and she hoped that he wouldn't disappoint her.
* * *
Honey was extra lonesome tonight. She needed a man badly. She finally decided to call Rick and invite him out for another session. She hated to have to call him at his home, though. If she wanted Rick tonight, then she didn't have much choice. If his wife answered the phone, then Honey would just say that it was a wrong number.
Honey dialed Rick's number and then waited impatiently for someone to answer the insistent ringing of the phone. Finally someone lifted the phone at the other end.
"Hello."
"Rick?"
"Yeah, this is Rick. Who's this?"
"It's Honey. Is your wife home?"
"No, she's not home. What do you want, Honey?"
"I'm lonesome, Rick. I want to see you tonight. I need you pretty badly."
"I can't make it tonight, Honey."
"Why not, Rick?" There was disappointment in Honey's voice.
"Just because I can't make it, Honey. Let's leave it at that."
"I don't want to leave it at that, Rick. I need you tonight. You can put your wife off for another night."
"That's part of the problem, Honey. My wife found out that I was running around with another woman, because of your stupidity."
"I don't give a damn about that, Rick. That's your problem. I've been paying you and keeping up my end of the bargain, so you'd better keep up your end of the bargain."
"You can go straight to hell, Honey. Buy yourself another stud. I've had a bellyful of you. You were fun at first, but it's gotten to be old stuff now."
"Are you calling it quits, Rick?"
"I think you've finally figured it out, Honey. Go on out to the parking lots again. With your car and money you shouldn't have too much trouble buying yourself another lover."
Rick slammed the receiver back on the cradle. Honey was mad. She wasn't going to let Rick drop her like that. He was a good stud, and she had a lot of money invested in him. The men didn't drop Honey; she dropped them, and she wasn't ready to drop Rick yet.
Honey was convinced that Rick had another woman on the string. In fact, he said that his wife wasn't home tonight, so he was probably going out with some strange stuff. Since his wife wasn't home, then he might even be bringing his girl friend to his apartment.
By God, she wasn't going to sit at home and let him get away with this. Honey figured that she would follow Rick and catch him in the act. This way she could blackmail him into continuing to see her. She would fix him if it was the last thing she ever did. She wasn't going to let him off this easy.
Honey left the house and went out to the garage. She was going to drive over to Rick's apartment and find out what was going on.
* * *
Rick slammed down the receiver. He wished that Honey would stop bothering him. Maybe she had gotten the word this time. Rick had enough problems at home to worry about, without worrying about Honey.
He had come home from the office to an empty apartment. Barb wasn't home. Where in the hell could she be? he thought. He waited for an hour and Barb still hadn't shown up. Damn her, she hadn't even fixed anything for supper. Rick finally decided he was hungry and headed for the kitchen to see what he could find. Hell, he might even get himself something to drink before eating.
He headed for the refrigerator. He almost missed the note that was stuck on the refrigerator door. It was from Barb and said;
---Rick, Fix yourself something to eat. I'm playing cards with some of the girls tonight. Love, Barb---
Cards hell, he thought. She's probably out somewhere whoring around again tonight. Dammit, she hadn't even said which girls she was supposed to be out with. Rick knew that Barb was running around with some men. It had all started when she had found out about his experiences with Honey. Actually he hadn't told her anything, but the lipstick smears were all the evidence she had needed.
He had never caught Barb with another man, but all the signs pointed to it. Somebody else was taking care of her, because she never demanded that he make love to her any more. He had also heard in a roundabout way that Barb had been to Kaye's trailer a couple of times, for parties.
He knew the type of parties that Kaye usually had, so he was positive that Barb had taken part in some of the sex orgies at the trailer. By God, he thought, maybe that's where Barb was tonight, at the trailer. Since Rick had the car, he could easily drive over to the trailer and find out for himself if that was where Barb had gone.
He decided against this course of action. If Barb wanted to whore around, then he wasn't going to go chasing after her. Rick ate a sandwich and then fixed himself a drink. He was sitting in the living room enjoying his drink when Honey had called him.
His conversation with Honey hadn't helped matters any. Talking to her had just put Rick in a vile mood. After he hung up on Honey, he made himself another drink. He sat in the easy chair with his drink, feeling sorry for himself. By now he had convinced himself that his affair with Honey had been strictly to get money to buy Barb the things that she wanted, and therefore, there had been nothing wrong with his love affair with her.
Four drinks and a half hour later, Rick decided to take a positive course of action. He wasn't going to sit at home and wonder where his wife was and what she was doing. He downed his drink and left the apartment. He got into his car and headed directly for Kaye's trailer. Rick was so mad that he failed to notice the Caddy convertible that was following him.
* * *
Connie and Kaye were home alone again tonight. They no longer slept in separate bedrooms, but now shared the same bed every night. Even after a good sex session with men, they found themselves still attracted to each other.
They were in bed together now enjoying the pleasures of each other's bodies. They weren't even aware that somebody was outside their trailer door. Rick was going to knock at first, but then he decided to just go ahead and barge into the trailer. There was no sense in giving Barb a chance to hide if she was in the trailer.
Rick eased the door handle and found that the door was unlocked. So far so good, he thought. He opened the door quietly and let himself into the trailer. Then he quietly closed the door. He stopped inside the living room and stood there for a few minutes in order to get his bearings and let his eyes become accustomed to the darkness. He heard some sounds coming from Kaye's bedroom, so he slowly moved in that direction. The bedroom door was open and the small lamp on the end table gave enough light for Rick to see everything that he needed to see.
He had made a big mistake. Barb wasn't here after all. Connie and Kaye were on the bed, and it was obvious that they were having a pretty wild time. Rick stood in fascination and watched the wild action taking place on the bed. He soon found that he was getting excited himself just watching these two girls going to town. If he didn't get out of there soon, then he was going to end up on the bed with Kaye and Connie.
Kaye suddenly became aware that somebody else was in the trailer with them. She suddenly whirled around.
"Who's there?"
"It's me--Rick. I'm sorry, Kaye, but I was looking for Barb."
"How in the hell did you get in here, Rick?"
"The door was unlocked, and I was so sure that Barb was here that I decided to just come on in."
"Well, you can see for yourself that she's not here, Rick."
"I'm sorry, Kaye. I'll leave."
Then Connie entered the conversation.
"You don't have to leave, Rick. Come on in and join us. We could always use a good man."
Rick was confused. "But, I thought that... "
"Hell, man, we're not queer. We just like sex."
What the hell, thought Rick. If Barb could be out playing around, then he could also play around a little. Rick stripped off his clothes and joined the two women on the bed.
Honey had followed Rick to the trailer. She was careful not to let him know that she was following him. She watched him go into the trailer and then waited until he was inside the trailer. Then she walked cautiously up to the trailer and tried the door handle. Thank goodness, the door was unlocked. She eased the door open quietly and entered.
She listened to the conversation between Rick and the two girls. Then she further waited until Rick was in the bed with the girls and was going strong, before she went into the bedroom. The sight that greeted her eyes was exciting. Honey would think about blackmail later. Right now, all she wanted to think about was sex.
Connie was the first one to notice Honey standing in the bedroom doorway.
"What in the hell is this, Grand Central Station?"
Rick disengaged himself from the two women and turned around to see who Connie was talking to.
"What in the hell are you doing here, Honey?" Rick asked.
"What are you doing here, Mrs. Andrews?" Kaye gasped.
Rick recognized the name. "Mrs. Andrews? So that's what your name is. Hell, that's the broad that's been paying me to lay her in the back seat of her car."
Martha Andrews was stunned that Kaye knew her identity.
"How do you know my name?"
"I'm your husband's secretary. I've seen you at the office a couple of times."
"Well, I guess that there's no sense in crying over spilled milk. Do you mind if I join you folks?"
"The more the merrier," commented Connie. "The first thing that I'm going to do, though, is to lock that damned door. I don't think this bed can take too many more people."
Connie got out of bed and went out to lock the trailer door. Then she returned to the bedroom and joined in on the fun.
* * *
Jean was sitting in the den waiting for Drew. He was in for a surprise, although he didn't know about it. Drew finally arrived at Jean's house. They both went into the den for drinks before getting down to the main event of the evening. After the drinks were mixed and they were both comfortable, Jean asked Drew a rather personal question.
"Drew, am I your first experience away from your wife?"
"That's a hell of a question to ask, Jean. I guess I could ask you the same question?"
"I've got a good reason for asking the question, Drew, so I don't mind answering first. No, you're not the first man that I've ever bedded down with, and I might add, you won't be the last one, either."
"That sounds like an honest reply, Jean. Why the questions all of a sudden?"
"Well, I think you're quite a bit like me, Drew. We can never be completely satisfied with a single sex partner. I need variety, and I think you do too."
"Are you answering your own question, Jean?"
"Not really."
"Okay, let's assume for the sake of further discussion, that you're right in your analysis of my personality. Where does that lead us?"
"The direct approach has always been the best way with you, Drew, so I'll put it right on the line. I have some very attractive female friends that look at things in much the same way that I do. If you're interested, then I could arrange for you to meet some of these people."
"Why are you being so generous, Jean?"
"I'm not being generous, Drew. I'm just being realistic about the whole thing. I know that what we've got going isn't going to last forever. Sooner or later, and probably sooner, we're going to cool off on each other. Then you'll be out looking for newer pastures, and so will I. The only trouble is that I don't like to waste all of my energies just in the search."
"Go on, Jean, I'm still listening."
"This friend of mine is interested in you, and I'm interested in her present lover."
"I think I'm finally getting the idea, Jean. You want to do a little switching."
"Does that sound like such a horrible idea?"
"That all depends on who I inherit in the deal. I'd hate to get stuck with some ugly matronly type."
"That's the one thing you don't have to worry about, Drew."
"I'll have to make my own decision on that subject, Jean."
"If you saw the girl, Drew, then I'm sure you'd know that I wasn't lying to you. Would you like to meet her right now?"
"You mean that she's here?"
"She sure is."
"You were pretty sure that I'd go along with the idea, weren't you, Jean?"
"I've always felt that I'm a pretty good judge of character, Drew."
"Does she know that I'm going to be here tonight? I mean, does she know my name?"
"I'm not that stupid, Drew. I know how to keep my mouth shut. I told her just as much as I've told you. She doesn't even know who's in here with me. In fact, she's probably as nervous right now as you are. Well, what do you say, Drew?"
"For Christ's sake, Jean, slow down a little, will you? This is pretty new to me. I've never had it spelled out so plainly before."
"All you have to do is say yes, Drew, and I'll have her in here in less than five minutes."
This was wild, thought Drew, but Jean was correct in her reasoning. He was starting to get bored with her, and the thought of anew bed partner was rather appealing to him.
"I'm worried that Martha may get wind of all of this, Jean."
"Don't worry about that. You don't have to worry about this girl. She also knows how to keep her mouth shut."
"Okay, Jean, bring her in. I'm game."
Jean left the room and returned a few minutes later with the girl. Sally King was around twenty-five, and Jean hadn't underestimated her good looks. She was a knock-out. Drew had met her at an important luncheon about a month ago.
"Sally, I'd like you to meet Drew Andrews."
"We've already met, Jean. This really is a pleasant surprise."
"Well, what do you think, Drew?"
"I'm sold, Jean. I think I've learned my lesson. I'll never doubt your word again."
"Good. Now, how about something to drink?"
Sally and Drew both agreed that this sounded like a good idea. Jean went to the bar and mixed the drinks.
"Bring your drinks with you, and let's go to a more comfortable room."
Drew and Sally followed Jean out of the den and to her bedroom.
"Come on, kiddies, let's get comfortable."
Drew figured that Jean would leave him and Sally alone, so they could become better acquainted. But Jean had her own ideas. She set her drink down on the end table.
"I don't know about you kids, but I'm going to get more comfortable."
Jean proceeded to remove her clothes. Before Drew had recovered from the initial shock of Jean's public disrobing act, he noticed that Sally was also making herself comfortable in exactly the same way. Then Sally turned to Drew.
"What's the matter, Drew? Don't you want to TWISTED PASSIONS get comfortable?"
CHAPTER TEN
Kaye had really been shocked to find out about Martha Andrews. She laughed to herself, thinking how surprised Drew would be if he knew about his own wife's activities. All this time he had thought that Martha was a cold fish, when in reality she was hotter than a two-bit pistol.
Martha had returned to the trailer a couple of times for a session with Connie and Kaye. Kaye never said anything about the affair that she had had with Drew.
Connie and Kaye were spending a great deal of time together in bed. In fact, the interval between men for Kaye was becoming longer all the time. The only trouble was that Kaye needed some kind of kick. It was becoming obvious to Connie that something was wrong with Kaye. Connie finally brought up the subject one night in bed, after a rather disappointing sex session.
"What's bugging you, Kaye? You weren't worth a damn tonight."
"I know it, Connie. I don't know myself what in the hell's bothering me. I'm not getting the kick any more that I used to."
"I know what you mean. I've noticed the same thing in myself. I've got an idea."
"What's that?"
"We need some new partners to add a little variety to our lives."
"You might be right, Connie."
"Hell, I know I'm right. Look, I'll invite a couple of girls over for cards tomorrow night."
"Do you know a couple of girls that would be willing to play the game?"
"That's no fun, Kaye. There are a couple of girls in the steno pool that I've had my eyes on for some time now. I think it would be fun to put the make on them. It's more fun to have inexperienced girls."
"How do you know they will go along with the game?"
"Leave the details to me, Kaye. Now, let's get some sleep."
* * *
Rick and Barb were married to each other in name only. They didn't even share the same bed any more. The interesting thing was that they were both pleased with this new arrangement. It allowed them to use the apartment for their own private love affairs. At first they tried to be careful so as not to run into each other when they were with their current lovers, but they didn't even worry about that formality any more.
One night Barb was in the bedroom with her current lover, when Rick came home with his girl friend. Rick and Mona made themselves comfortable on the sofa and were making it strong, when Barb's lover came out of the bedroom to get a cigarette. He was shocked at first to see Barb's husband at home, but then he realized that Rick had a girl with him on the sofa. He was really confused. Barb and Rick both laughed about the episode later on.
Rick and Barb were candidly discussing their situation one night, after both of their lovers had departed.
"I never thought that our marriage would turn out like this, Rick."
"Are you complaining, Barb?"
"Oddly enough, no, I'm not, Rick. This may sound pretty strange to you, but the thing I really regret is that I don't have a chance to spend some time in bed with you once in a while."
"Thanks for the compliment, Barb. I kind of miss you too."
"How do you feel about our arrangement, Rick?"
"Well, I kind of like it, and don't laugh at me now, but I get a little jealous not knowing who's in bed with you."
"I won't laugh, Rick, because I feel the same way at times. I don't know how we can keep the good points of the arrangement and get rid of the bad points. Do you have any ideas, Rick?"
"Yes, I do, Barb. I've thought about this quite a bit lately. I don't want to give up our good arrangements, but I do think we both have to be careful regarding our bed partners."
"What's your idea, Rick?"
"I thought it might be fun if we formed a switch club."
"How do you mean, Rick?"
"Well, you and I can sit down and pick out one or two couples that we both like and approve of. Then, we'll find out if they'd like to have parties where we swap bed partners. This way we both know who the other one's bedding down with."
"Rick, that sounds like a wonderful idea. Let's get to work on it right away."
Rick and Barb started listing the young married couples that they knew. Rick rejected some of the suggested names, because he didn't like the wives, and Barb rejected some because she didn't like the husbands. Rick rejected some of the suggested couples, because he didn't like the husbands and didn't think that he wanted Barb to bed down with them. Barb also rejected some of them, because she didn't want Rick bedding down with the wives. They finally ended up with two couples that they both approved of and who they thought might be interested in joining their new club.
"Okay, Barb, you call and invite Tina and Paul over for cards, on Saturday night."
"How are you going to broach the subject to them, Rick?"
"I'm not going to, Barb. We'll invite them over, and then after some drinks, I'll go to work on Tina and you go to work on Paul. Then we'll see how things work out."
"Gosh, Rick, I'm getting excited just thinking about the whole idea."
* * *
Jean had a wild idea running through her mind. She had some plans for Drew. She just hoped that she could get Sally to talk Drew into the idea. Jean called Sally and explained her plan. Sally liked the idea and promised to go to work on Drew. As soon as Jean hung up the phone, Sally called Drew at his office.
Drew was giving dictation when Sally called, so he dismissed Kaye so he could have some privacy while talking to Sally.
"Okay, Sally, my secretary's gone now, so I can talk. What's on your mind?"
"Are you busy Saturday night, Drew?"
"No, not really. Why?"
"Well, this friend of mine's throwing a special masquerade party on Saturday night, and I want you to go with me."
"Gosh, I don't know, Sally."
"What's the matter?"
"I'm always a little leery about having too many people know about my private affairs, Sally."
"You don't have to worry about that. Everybody'll be masked, and the masks will never come off, unless you want to take it off. You may never know any of the women that you're with. If you and the woman you're with want to find out more about each other, then you can reveal your identity to each other. But, that's strictly up to the partners."
"What kind of a party is it, Sally?"
"It's a real wild, fun party. All you're supposed to wear is a mask. Once you enter the party, then no clothes are permitted. We go to the party together as a couple, but once we get there, then you're on your own."
"It sounds like it might be a lot of fun."
"Is it a date then, Drew?"
"It's a date, Sally."
Sally filled Drew in on the details. He found himself really looking forward to the forthcoming party.
* * *
Jill and Karen arrived at the trailer at seven o'clock sharp. They were both pleased for a chance to get to know some people in town. It was very difficult for a new girl in town to get to know some of the other girls. Kaye couldn't help but look the girls over with sex on her mind. She decided that they both would make pleasant and enjoyable sex partners.
Kaye had no idea on how Connie planned to successfully seduce the two young girls, but she would follow Connie's lead.
"Would you girls like a drink?" inquired Connie.
Both of the girls hesitated at first. Connie again took the lead.
"Look, I'll fix you girls a nice, light mixed drink that I think you'll enjoy, and yet you won't have to worry about getting drunk. Okay?"
Both girls readily agreed to Connie's solution. Kaye wasn't sure how Connie planned to complete the seduction without getting the girls slightly drunk.
"Kaye, why don't you help me with the drinks?"
Kaye followed Connie over to the bar area. Connie fixed the drinks for Jill and Karen, first. The "mild" drink consisted of a more than generous portion of vodka mixed with orange juice.
"They'll never know that they're getting so much alcohol," laughed Connie.
Kaye finally understood how Connie planned to make the girls more susceptible to their advances.
Kaye showed Jill and Karen around the trailer, while Connie finished making the drinks and getting the card table set up. Kaye took a liking to Karen. She was a nice-looking blonde with adequate breasts and nicely formed buttocks.
After Karen and Jill had an opportunity to admire the trailer, they returned to the living room and seated themselves at the card table. Kaye took the drinks for Karen and Jill.
"Which one do you want, Kaye?"
"I kind of like Karen myself. Is that okay with you?"
"That suits me fine. Okay, let's go to work."
The orange juice hid the vodka taste, and Karen and Jill hastily downed their drinks. Connie was a good hostess and never allowed their glasses to remain empty for very long. Karen and Jill were both good bridge players, but in about an hour the drinks started to get to both of them and their game started to decline. Kaye also noticed that both Karen and Jill were having a little trouble controlling the movements of their tongues.
At this rate it wouldn't be long before both of the girls would be plastered. This would make the job that much easier for Kaye and Connie. Connie noticed that the girls' glasses were empty again, so she refilled them. Judas priest, thought Kaye, if Connie gives them much more to drink, then they'll pass out completely and that sure wouldn't be any fun.
Karen was feeling great. In fact, she had never felt this good before in her life. She had had a mixed drink before, but she had never consumed this much alcohol before in such a short time. Of course, she didn't know that Connie had been overloading her drinks all night long. The only thing that was bothering Karen was the fact that it had suddenly gotten very warm in the trailer. That damned sweater and skirt were making her feel like she was in a sweat box. If she were back home, then she could take off her clothes, if she felt like it.
Karen finally couldn't stand it any longer.
"My God, but it's hot in here. I feel like I'm going to melt."
"I feel the same way," added Connie. "If you girls don't mind, I think that I'll change into something more comfortable."
"I feel the same way," added Kaye. "I'm going to get out of these clothes." Then Kaye thought for a minute. "That doesn't really help Karen and Jill any, though."
"You're right about that, Kaye. I hadn't thought about it in that way. It really isn't fair to them to have to sit here in the hot trailer and be uncomfortable."
Kaye finally came up with a suggestion. "I don't know why we're all so worried about it. We're all females, the curtains are down and the door's locked, so I'm just going to strip. Join me."
Her logic made sense, and when Connie proceeded to take off her clothes also, then the other two girls followed suit. The girls played bridge for another half hour and then they all tired of the game. Connie got up and put some records on the record player. Then she asked Jill to dance with her. Kaye took the cue and started dancing with Karen. The girls were wearing only their bras and panties. Kaye decided to get rid of these remaining articles of clothing. She also convinced Karen to do the same thing.
The living room was barely large enough for the two couples to be dancing, and there was an occasional bumping of buttocks. To reduce the bumping into each other, the girls held their partners even closer. This was dangerous, because this meant that they were rubbing breasts together and grinding their hips into each other.
This didn't eliminate all of the bumping, so Kaye steered Karen toward the bedroom. Until this time Karen and Kaye hadn't spoken a word to each other. Karen finally broke the spell.
"God, I feel dizzy, Kaye."
"I'm sorry to hear that, honey. Come on and lie down on the bed for a few minutes. Maybe that'll help."
"You don't mind, do you, Kaye?"
"Not at all, Karen. Come on, lie down on the bed and relax. Maybe I can help you."
Karen fell down on the bed. Kaye made her comfortable and then started to massage her temples.
"How does that feel, Karen?"
"Oh, that feels so good."
Kaye couldn't help but admire Karen's breasts. She also noticed that Karen was a true blonde. Kaye started massaging her shoulders and working down toward her breasts.
"How does that feel, Karen?"
"That's so relaxing!"
"Just don't go to sleep now."
"I won't. I'm starting to feel better already."
Kaye moved down to Karen's breasts and then started playing with the nipples.
"Oh, Kaye, you'd better not do that."
"I'm sorry, Karen. Don't you like what I'm doing to you?"
"That's the trouble. I do like what you're doing, but I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea about me."
"Don't be silly, Karen. If you enjoy it, then you don't have to worry. In fact, I even enjoy it myself."
"You do?"
"I sure do. I'll tell you what, Karen, let's do it to each other, then neither of us will be able to think the wrong things about each other."
"If you think it's all right, Kaye."
"Of course I think that it's okay."
Karen reached over and touched Kaye's breasts in an awkward manner.
"Go ahead, Karen, they won't break."
Karen grabbed the breasts more firmly and then squeezed them. The girls played with each other's breasts for about ten minutes.
"Let me show you something else that's a lot of fun, Karen."
"What's that?"
"Turn on your side so we can face each other."
Karen complied with Kaye's instructions. Kaye put her arms around Karen so that both girls' bodies were touching each other. Then Kaye found Karen's lips and gently kissed her. When Karen didn't complain, then Kaye became bolder. She forced Karen's lips open with her tongue and started searching. At the same time Kaye brought her knee up between Karen's leg and started a slow, deliberate attack against the glorious triangle.
Karen finally separated from Kaye.
"Please stop, Kaye. That's starting to drive me wild. I'm starting to get passionate as hell."
"I am too, Karen. What're we going to do about it?"
"There's nothing that we can do about it, Kaye. Is there?"
"Of course there is, silly."
"I couldn't, Kaye. I've never done anything like that before. And, anyhow, Connie and Jill might come in and see us."
"Come with me, Karen."
The two girls got out of the bed and went to Connie's bedroom. Connie and Jill were really wrapped up in each other. It was obvious that they didn't give a damn about Karen and Kaye. Jill was well past the point of no return.
Karen and Kaye returned to the bedroom to complete Karen's education. Kaye soon taught Karen what she was supposed to do.
* * *
Tina and Paul arrived at seven o'clock at Rick and Barb's apartment for an evening of sociable bridge playing. Tina and Paul were an old married couple. They were both twenty-two years old and had been married for two years. Marriage was old stuff to them by now.
Barb had the card table all set up and each chair was well stacked with a TV tray holding an ash tray and chips and dip. Before they settled down to the game of bridge Barb mixed drinks for everyone. In between dealing, bidding and playing, they were able to interweave a great deal of conversation.
Rick also managed to play footsie with Tina. Tina assumed at first that the contact was accidental, but she soon realized that Rick's actions were deliberate. Tina found that she was enjoying this attention from another man. As in the majority of the marriages, the husband soon forgets about paying special attention to his wife. Rick became encouraged, when Tina didn't remove her leg, but instead responded by pressing her leg harder against his leg.
Barb was also working on Paul. At first he also thought that Barb's actions were accidental, but then he realized that this was her way of letting him know how she felt. Paul felt exhilarated. There was always something exciting about chasing a new piece. Around nine o'clock they all decided that they needed a break from their card playing. They all got up from the table and found more comfortable chairs. Barb decided to put on the coffee. Rick couldn't help but admire Tina's legs, when she sat down on the sofa. He knew that he would thoroughly enjoy playing the love game with her.
They continued on, exchanging general conversation until the coffee was ready. Rick put a stack of records on the phonograph, so they would have some pleasant background music. When they finished their coffee, he proposed drinks all around again.
"Paul, do you mind if I dance with your wife?"
"Be my guest. I see her all the time anyway. I'll dance with your wife, if it's okay."
"Turn about is fair play."
The music was slow and dreamy, which gave Rick an excuse for holding Tina close to him. Tina seemed to hold back a little at first.
"What's the matter, Tina?"
"Nothing, Rick."
"Well, come on then, unbend a little. Hell, my wife isn't being that stiff with your husband."
Rick turned Tina sideways so that she could observe Barb and Paul. She sure as hell wasn't being stiff, she thought.
"Hey, Paul,, don't do anything that I wouldn't do," kidded Rick.
"Careful what you say, boy, that leaves me quite a bit of room."
Tina noticed that Paul didn't seem to mind holding Barb closely. Oh, what the hell, she thought, he can't get mad at me for doing the same thing that he's doing. Tina melted a little closer to Rick. Rick danced near Paul and Barb again.
"Say, Paul, these lights are ruining my technique with your wife. You would almost think that this was a high school dance, with chaperones."
"It's your home, Rick. What're you going to do about it?"
"I'll show you, old buddy. Just don't let my wife get fresh with you."
They all laughed, and Rick danced around the room with Tina, turning off the lights. Finally the only light present came from the kitchen. Tina wasn't sure of what was happening, exactly. She couldn't see what Paul was up to.
Paul was doing all right. He would never have been this bold if Barb wasn't encouraging him. She kept maneuvering her knee between his legs whenever possible, and she made sure that she rubbed her breasts against his chest whenever possible. He recognized the obvious signs of a woman on the make, and he knew what he wanted to do about it.
"You'd better slow down a little, Barb."
"What's the matter, Paul?"
"Don't get coy with me, honey. You know damned good and well what I mean."
"Don't tell me that I scare you?"
"I can handle myself, Barb, but don't forget that Tina and Rick are in the same room with us."
"Is that the only thing that's bothering you?"
"That's a pretty big share of it."
"You mean that if Tina and Rick weren't here, then you and I could get down to more serious things?"
"Look, Barb, why don't I come over tomorrow afternoon when Rick and Tina aren't around?"
"Chicken. Come on, kiss me while we're dancing. " This wasn't an easy task to accomplish, and there was enough light coming from the kitchen so that Tina and Rick saw what they were doing. It was obvious to Rick that Tina was embarrassed over her husband's actions and that she didn't know what to say about it. Rick decided to make it easier for Tina.
"Well, it looks as though my wife and your husband have hit it off."
"Aren't you mad, Rick?"
"Only if I can't do the same thing."
Rick bent down and kissed Tina. At the same time he pulled her body closer to his. Tina started to resist at first, but then she gave in to Rick's demands. Barb also saw the action.
"I guess our friends on the other side of the room have decided to follow our lead."
"Well, I'll be damned!" exclaimed Paul. "What's the matter, Paul?"
"I don't think it's right for Tina to let Rick kiss her."
"Why not? You were kissing me."
"That's different. A woman can't do the same things that a man does."
"Oh, grow up, Paul. That double standard for women went out years ago, or haven't you heard about it yet? Do you want to take me to bed, Paul?"
"Yes, I do, Barb, but what has the double standard got to do with it?"
"What if I told you that Rick would look the other way if you and I went into the bedroom?"
"You're kidding."
"Like hell I am. Rick and I don't believe in the double standard. We feel that what one partner can do, the other one can also do. Dance me slowly over toward the bedroom."
Barb did most of the leading toward the bedroom, but they were finally engulfed in darkness. They stopped dancing and started kissing each other, seriously. After a few minutes Barb finally broke the clinch.
"Believe me now, Paul?"
Paul knew that she was telling the truth, because he knew that Rick had seen them enter the bedroom.
"Okay, I believe you, Barb."
"Good. Now, do you expect Rick to sit out there and twiddle his thumbs? In fact, do you expect Tina to sit quietly by and pretend that you and I didn't come into the bedroom?"
"No, I guess not. I just don't think that Tina'll let him go too far."
"Have you ever cheated on Tina, Paul?"
"Now, wait a minute, Barb."
"Oh, come on, Paul. I'm not going to broadcast it all over town. Have you?"
"Yes, I have, a couple of times."
"Has Tina ever had any other men since you two have been married?"
"I don't think so. I guess I don't really know for sure."
"God, but you sure as hell don't know much about your own wife. Does Tina know you've been hitting the strange stuff?"
"She knew about one."
"Come on, let's go over to the bed. Rick'll keep Tina out of our hair for a while."
"You can't be serious, Barb. You must be kidding. I just can't make love to you while my wife and your husband are out in the other room."
"Are you trying to tell me you don't want to make love to me?"
"That's not it at all, Barb. I do want to make love to you, but I know that Tina would get madder than hell."
"Wait a minute, Paul."
Barb crept over to the door and peeked out into the darkened living room to see how Rick was making out with Tina. Then she returned to Paul.
"Let's wait ten minutes and then we'll go back into the living room."
Rick was working on Tina. They had continued to dance after Paul and Barb had danced quietly into the bedroom. Rick made sure that Tina saw Paul and Barb going into the bedroom. Rick and Tina weren't dancing any longer. They were just standing together and grinding away and kissing at the same time.
Rick let his hands stray down to Tina's buttocks and got a firm hold. She didn't object. He let his hands roam freely over the swell of her buttocks. Then he started massaging her buttocks, at the same time raising her skirt higher.
Rick moved his one hand away from Tina's buttocks and found his way under her sweater to her breast. After a few minutes he could feel the nipple swell. Tina finally broke the kiss.
"We'd better stop, Rick."
"What's the matter, Tina?"
"Paul can't help but see what's going on, Rick, and he'll get madder than hell."
"I don't see how he can see what we're doing, Tina. He's pretty involved with Barb."
"Doesn't that bother you, Rick. I mean, Paul taking Barb into the bedroom and everything?"
"Not at all, Tina. Does it bother you?"
"A little. I'm just confused, I guess."
"Tina, have you ever had any other man since you and Paul have been married?"
"That's not a fair question to ask a woman, Rick."
"Let's be honest with each other, Tina. I'm not going to broadcast it to Paul."
"I did once. We were at a party and I got drunk. This fellow and I went outside for a while, and we ended up in the back seat of his car. That was the only time."
"I want you, Tina."
"I want you too, Rick, but it'll have to wait until Paul and Barb aren't around."
"Is that the only thing that's bothering you?"
"You know it is. That should be obvious to you from the way I've been necking up a storm with you."
"Okay, honey. Let's go and find our errant partners." Before they headed for the bedroom, Rick shouted out a warning. "Here we come, ready or not!"
Rick and Tina walked into the bedroom. "Don't turn on the lights, kids. I think it's time that we all had a little talk, and having the lights on would just cause everybody some undue embarrassment."
There were mumbled approvals, so Rick continued: "Paul, Tina and I want to go to bed together. How about you and Barb?"
Paul didn't answer immediately, but Barb did. "Go ahead, Paul, now's the time to stand up and be counted."
"Okay, Rick, you're right. Barb and I do have the same idea."
"Good," replied Rick. "We'll close the door on the way out."
Rick and Tina headed for the davenport.
"Convinced, Tina?"
"This is so wild, Rick! I'm still a little confused. Everything's happened so fast that I don't know what to think."
"There's only one thing to think about, Tina.
Do you want me?"
"Yes, I do, Rick."
The davenport was soon put to good use. Back in the bedroom Barb approached Paul. "Okay, Paul, it's up to you now." Paul almost broke Rick and Tina's record in getting undressed and onto the bed. An hour later a naked Rick and Tina tiptoed to the bedroom door and opened it suddenly.
"Surprise, everybody! Come on, get out of the sack and let's have a coffee break."
Paul and Barb weren't quite ready for coffee, so Rick and Tina were polite enough to wait for them to finish. Paul and Barb finally finished with their round of lovemaking.
"Come on, Paul, let's go get some coffee."
"Okay, Barb. Wait until I get some clothes on."
"Oh, come on. You must be kidding. Who in the hell needs clothes?"
"Okay, you win."
Out in the kitchen Rick and Tina, also naked, were already drinking their coffee. Rick saw them enter the kitchen.
"It's about time you slow pokes finally decided to join us for coffee. Grab a cup."
Paul and Tina were still slightly embarrassed in front of each other. Rick started the conversation rolling again.
"Well, Paul, how do you like the idea of wife-swapping?"
Paul blushed a little. "Well, I must admit it's a novel idea, Rick."
"How about you, Tina? Did you like it?"
"I don't know what to say, Rick."
"Look, kids, let's be honest with each other. Did you enjoy changing partners or not?"
Tina and Paul glanced quickly at each other and then turned back to Rick and both agreed that they had enjoyed the game.
"Good, I'm glad you're both honest enough to admit it. Barb and I have found that it helps to keep from growling at each other all the time."
Barb entered the conversation again. "I think this would be fun to do every week end. What do you think, Rick?"
"I think it's a wonderful idea, but if we have a club meeting every week end, then I think we'd better bring a few more members into the club. Do you have any ideas, Paul?"
Paul had some ideas, as did Tina. Within a half hour they had decided on three more couples to contact for the next meeting. Then the two couples decided to have another love-making session in celebration of the formation of their new club.
* * *
Drew and Sally arrived at the party. They were escorted to the dressing, or more correctly, the undressing room. All that they wore now was a mask that covered their eyes. In the dim light of the rumpus room this was enough to hide the identity of the individual participants. The only way that Drew could identify Sally was by the pretty design that she had on her mask.
"Come on, lover. Let's go over to the bar and get started."
"Okay, honey."
Drew couldn't stop looking. He was admiring all the naked female bodies in the room.
"Don't get greedy, lover. You'll have a chance at all of that other stuff after the first round."
"How do you mean, Sally?"
"The first round is with the person you came with. After that it's a free for all. You keep going as long as you can hold out."
"Is there anybody else here that I know, Sally?"
"Lover, you'd be surprised at the people who're here that you know. But forget it, you'll find out names, only if the other party wants you to know who they are."
After a few drinks Drew was starting to feel pretty wild. He didn't know what was in the drinks, but they really made him feel passionate. He finally grabbed Sally and threw her down on one of the mattresses. Drew wasn't the only person with this idea in mind. In a matter of a few minutes there were other couples engaged in the same type of activity.
"That stuff really got to you, didn't it, lover."
Drew was confused. "What do you mean?"
"Our host puts something into the drinks that allows a man to keep going for hours. I don't know what it is, but it sure does the job. Okay, lover, I'll see you later. Have fun."
Drew wandered around the room, looking for a new partner. He finally spotted a lone female lying on a mattress, so he went over and joined her. She finally looked up at him.
"Hi, big man. You look lonely. Can I help you?"
"I think you can, sweetie. I'd sure like to find out."
"Well, that's what we're all here for."
She reached over and grabbed Drew. "You must've just finished, lover, so I'll help you."
She was good, but Drew wasn't interested in seeing a lot more of her. When they finished, she tried to find out who Drew was.
"Would you like to see more of me, lover?"
"I hadn't really thought about it, honey."
"Well, that's up to you. If you want to see more of me, then we agree to take off our masks at the same time."
"Maybe later, honey. Right now I see something that I want to watch."
Drew left the disappointed woman on the mattress and walked over to watch the scene taking place on another mattress. He recognized the pattern on the mask and knew that the one partner was Sally. He didn't know who the other woman was that she was presently engaged with. He was really fascinated, watching the two women making love to each other. He hadn't known about this side of Sally's personality.
Drew became interested in the woman tangled with Sally. She had a beautiful body, and it was apparent that she knew how to enjoy sex. Drew sat down on the edge of the mattress and watched. Sally finally noticed Drew.
"Hi, lover. Care to join us?"
"You both look pretty busy. I can wait."
The two women finally finished and Sally took off for parts unknown. Drew wanted this woman.
"Are you ready for another one, honey?"
"Always, lover. Always."
The speech was slightly slurred, but Drew thought that the voice sounded slightly familiar. He wasn't worried about that for long, because his new female partner grabbed him and they were off and running. Damn, but she was good, thought Drew. She was also impressed with his abilities.
"Lover, you're all man. Can you go again?"
"With you, honey, it's not a chore. It's a pleasure."
They finally separated and lay exhausted for a minute.
"Lover, let's go get something to drink, then I'd like to try you again. How about you?"
"I think that's a damned good idea. I've never enjoyed a woman this much in a long time."
"Thanks for the compliment."
They headed for the bar and fresh drinks. Then they returned to their mattress.
"Have you been to these parties before, lover?"
"No, this is my first one. I'm sorry I missed them before."
"How did you find out about them?"
"My girl friend has been here before, and she brought me. How about you? Is this your first time?"
"God, no. I've been coming to these parties for almost a year now. I wouldn't miss them for the world."
"Do you have a steady lover?"
"Not a steady one. I don't like to have a steady one for too long a time. I think variety's the spice of life. How about you?"
"I don't have any steadies, either. I enjoy women too much."
The drinks were starting to have an effect on Drew again.
"You know, honey, I think I could take a steady diet of you for a while. How about you?"
"I must admit that you're the most capable lover that I've had in a long time. I think a steady diet would be fun for a while. Let's be honest with each other, though. When the novelty wears off, then we part on a friendly basis."
"That's the only way. Now, I think we've talked long enough. Let's get better acquainted."
They became better acquainted. Dammit, but this woman was great, thought Drew. He was still anxious to play, but his partner had different ideas.
"Okay, lover, I'm going to find myself a few more men and women before the night's over."
"Sounds good. How will I know you later?"
"That's easy. At midnight we get to identify ourselves to the people we want to know. I'll meet you at the bar at midnight. Just remember that my mask has five stars on the left side. When I ask you your name you tell me it's Jeremiah. That way we'll know each other for sure."
They parted and Drew went out to find new partners. He couldn't get "five stars" out of his mind. Boy, what a woman. Drew couldn't wait for midnight to arrive. Finally the time arrived. He headed for the bar, looking for the mask with the five stars. He finally spotted her.
"Hi, five stars. I've been looking for you."
"What's your name, lover?"
"Just call me Jeremiah."
"You've got the right password, lover. Okay. The procedure is that we step outside in the hall together. Then we count three, pull off the masks and introduce ourselves."
"What're we waiting for?"
"I agree."
They went out into the hallway and then went through the prescribed ritual.
"One, two, three." Drew pulled off his mask and almost fainted.
"Martha."
His wife was just as shocked. "Drew, what in the hell's going on?"
Then Drew started to laugh.
"What in the hell's so damned funny, Drew?"
"All these years I thought that my wife was frigid, and now I discover that you're the hottest bed partner that I've ever had."
"I suppose that you're going to want a divorce now?"
"Don't be silly, Martha. We found out more about each other tonight than we ever did during all the years we've been married. We're both the same type of individual. We need new partners all the time."
"What're you driving at, Drew?"
"What's wrong with us loving each other, and still belonging to this club?"
"Nothing, Drew. In fact, I think it would be great."
"Come on, Martha. Let's go home and make love. Tomorrow we'll call Sally King and Jean Sanford and tell them that we want to enjoy life together and join their circle."
