Chapter 8
JASON DID KEEP THE APPOINTMENT EMMA had made for him with Dr. L.R. Gavin. On awakening he showered leisurely and wandered into the kitchen, expecting to find Cherry preparing their breakfast. Instead he found the note and business card propped against a coffee cup on the table.
Why not keep the appointment, he thought, on reading the note. Emma was right. Another psychiatrist's opinion and diagnosis might be of value. Certainly it could do no harm and he was willing to do almost anything that would enable him to make love with his sweet little wife again.
He checked his watch. If he wasted no time he'd be able to dress and grab a bite to eat downtown before going to the doctor's office.
At one minute before three o'clock that afternoon, Jason walked into the comfortable, professionally appointed offices of Dr. L.R. Gavin.
"Dr. Gavin is expecting you, Mr. McIvers," the stiffly starched, white uniform behind the front office desk told him as he followed her into the interior of the building. But Jason McIvers was not expecting Dr. L.R. Gavin.
That is, he was not expecting the doctor to be a slender, graceful, peaches-and-cream-complexioned redhead with green eyes that went perfectly with the hip-hugging, pale-green outfit she had on. She smiled warmly when the receptionist introduced him, rose from behind her desk and approached with hand extended.
"I know," she laughed softly, interpreting his expression. "All psychiatrists should be short and pudgy with bay windows and thick glasses." Her voice was deep and rich, and her red hair lay close to her head in a short, boyish bob. "But you can see I'm not."
"Yeah," he gulped, struggling to get his eyes back in, sounding like a self-conscious freshman at the senior prom.
"Emma told me something about your problem when she phoned for the appointment, Mr. McIvers," she said-when they were seated. "And Dr. Goldberg was kind enough to send me your records when I called him this morning. The problem you are having with Mrs. McIvers is not actually a common one, but by the same token it's by no means a rare one either. In all probability the condition can only be relieved by closely following Dr. Goldberg's recommendations."
"Emma left me a note. She mentioned a new kind of drug. You've had a lot of success with that, according to her."
"Straccalzine? That's true. But never in a case where the man was unable to achieve erection with his wife. I don't mean that straccalzine has failed in such cases. I have just never used straccalzine in a case similar to yours before. The drug is yet too new for anyone to know precisely what its capabilities are. It does remove certain forms of mental blocks. Whether it will remove yours remains to be seen."
"And the time? Will it take long?"
"Just a few minutes. But you're my last patient for today. The receptionist has been told she could leave when you arrived." She pointed toward a dimly lit room to one side of the office as she rose to her feet. "Take off your coat and shirt and lie down on the couch in there. I'll be with you in a moment." From a stainless-steel cabinet she took a glass' syringe with a wicked looking needle and a little brown bottle of fluid.
The couch Jason stretched out on was almost as big as the king size bed he and Cherry had at home. Thoughts of his petite Cherry brought a smile to his lips. Last night had done wonders for the girl. His' smile grew at recalling her blissful contentment when he carried her upstairs. After Stan finally got Marsha awake and the two of them left, they had lain talking in the darkness of their bedroom for a" long time.
Her enthusiasm and eagerness to join both the friendship club and Camp Sunair thrilled and delighted him. It was further proof of her intense desire for him to return to normal so they could make love again.
He was still smiling when Dr. Gavin's infectious laughter broke his train of thought. She stood beside the couch with the syringe in one hand and a wad of cotton in the other.
"I can't imagine what you're thinking about," she told him. "But you look like you might be seeing angels."
"I was thinking about my wife, Dr. Gavin."
"You're a very lucky couple, according to Emma. And since my best friend is your sister-in-law, I'd much rather you called me Louise if I may call you Jason,"
"All right, Louise. Where do we go from here."
"Hold still just a moment and I'll show you," He barely felt the sting of the needle when she injected the straccalzine into his arm. "And now what?"
"And now, Jason, we sit and talk a bit."
"Until I go gah-gah?"
She smiled, shaking her red head. "You won't go gah-gah. In fact, the sting of the needle in your arm is the only way you'll know you've had a shot."
"Then how'll we know if the drug is effective?"
She hesitated only a moment before laughing heartily. "Do the same thing to your wife you did to Emma last night and we'll know it's effective." Her laughter increased at his expression;
He raised to his elbows. "Emma told you?"
"Of course she told me. We're very close. As close as she and your wife are."
He relaxed back on the couch. "Well I'll be goddamned."-
"Don't look so surprised, Jason. For heaven's sake. Emma and I have no secrets from each other. Your wife's name is Cherry, isn't it? Well, Cherry called Emma right after Emma's plane flew in from Paris, and told her all about your problem. Emma immediately called me. If straccalzine doesn't remove your mental block I can tell you what will in two words."
Jason snapped erect on the couch. "What?"
"Camp Sunair."
"Kee-rist," he muttered, lying back once more, a forearm over his eyes. "Is there anything you don't know about me in this matter?"
"Not if your sister-in-law knows it. She's that deeply interested in your getting well, both for your sake and your wife's. Besides, Jason, I'm Camp Sunair's psychiatrist. You couldn't join without my interviewing you first anyway."
"What about Cherry? Won't you have to interview her too?"
She shook her head. "Emma has been asked to take care of Cherry's part of the joining-up procedure ... "
"You ... go to Camp Sunair, Louise?"
"Every chance I get."
"And ... and...?"
"Yes again," she smiled, anticipating his question. "I take part in the chief activity. A well-rounded sex life makes for a normal, healthy life as well." Then she said it as casually as if she were asking the time of day. "As a matter-of-fact, I was about to ask if you would object to me joining you on the couch."
Jason laughed suddenly. "Is that part of your procedure with all your patients?" He felt good inside.
"No," she said, joining in his laughter. "But it is part of your procedure in being accepted into Camp Sunair. The Governing Board is curious to learn if you will have sex outside the family circle."
"I thought Emma told you."
"She did, but the Board wants my first-hand report."
"What do you think? Will I have sex outside the family circle, Louise?"
"I think so. If not "with me, you will with someone else."
"You're a very beautiful woman. Why wouldn't I want to have sex with you?"
"I don't know." The light did wonderful, sparkling things to her hair when she shook her head. "But if you don't let me join you on the couch, I'd like to find out."
Deep-chested laughter tinged with excitement rolled from his lips. "With a girdle on?" He was liking her more by the minute. "Look, I've got a better idea." Jason got to his feet and reached for his shirt. "Cherry and Emma should have returned by now from wherever they'd gone. Why don't you go home with me and we'll both find out if your straccalzine has cured my affliction."
"You'd let me watch you try with Cherry?" she grinned hugely.
"I will. What do you think of that?"
"I think that would cinch your membership at Sunair. Come on. Let's go I"
"And then of course if the straccalzine doesn't remove my mental block, you and I can go down in the rumpus room. You can take your girdle off down there."
She puckered her full lips at him and wrinkled her nose saucily. "For your information, Mr. Smarty, I don't wear a girdle."
They reached the McIvers estate forty-five minutes later. They found Emma's low-slung sports car in the driveway, and in the library they found Emma herself, curled up in an easy chair with a volume of Omar Khayyam. She was overjoyed that Jason had brought Louise Gavin home with him, and more so when Louise explained carefully her reason for coming.
"But Cherry is asleep," Emma said. "When we finished downtown she ate an enormous meal at a restaurant and hit the bed soon as we got here."
"Just what did you girls suddenly have to go downtown for in the first place?" Jason wanted to know.
Emma gave her brother-in-law a secret smile. "Huh-uh," she smiled. "I want Cherry to tell you."
"Did everything go off all right downtown?" Louise asked Emma mysteriously.
"Cherry loved every minute of it," Emma told her.
Louise looked at Jason. "If Cherry's asleep, I guess that knocks our little experiment in the head."
"Not necessarily." He removed his coat and began unbuttoning his shirt, grinning at Emma. "You might as well watch this too. Let's all go into the bedroom."
The petite, naked figure of Cherry McIvers lay spread-eagled on the king-size bed, her head turned to one side, and her cone-shaped breasts rising and falling with the measured rhythm of deep, restful slumber. Jason heard Louise Gavin catch her breath sharply when he finished taking off his clothes, her green eyes focused at the apex of his thighs on the huge appendage dangling toward his knees. She raised her eyes to meet his as if reluctant to do so.
"You're going to try on Cherry while she's a-sleep?"
"I am," he said. "That is, if I can get this temperamental gadget of mine to stand up."
"Maybe I can help," Emma laughed. "I have before." With this, she extended a hand and hefted his big jewels lovingly. At once Jason's enormous cudgel bucked upward to stand at an acute angle along his bell y. Again Louise caught her breath sharply.
"You said he was well endowed," she whispered to
Emma. "You just didn't say how-well."
Since the three had entered the bedroom, Cherry hadn't moved. She still lay with her arms straight out from the shoulders and her shapely legs thrown wide.
To Emma, Jason said, "Make sure I'm really ready," at which she released his jewels and wrapped her long fingers around the shaft to begin massaging back and forth. Louise eyed these proceedings with parted-lip fascination.
"Now let's see if the staccalzine had any effect on me at all." He stepped upon the bed and took a leaning position over his naked wife. "Emma, if you'll give me a hand, perhaps we can perform this experiment without waking Cherry up-if the drug has no effect, that is. But if my affliction is cured, if the straccalzine has removed my mental block, the two of you are going to see this little girl get the screwing of her young life."
At once Emma was on her knees on the bed beside them. "What is it you want me to do, Jason?"
Resting his weight on one straight arm, he reached down with his free hand and parted Cherry's cleft. "Guide me," he said, keeping his hand on his wife's pussy until Emma reached between them, grasped his cudgel and aimed, the knob-like head. Slowly Jason lowered his weight. The instant the end of his shaft touched his wife it began losing tension. By the time he dismounted from the bed it was completely limber. He looked at Dr. Louise Gavin.
"So much for straccalzine, doctor." There was no disappointment in his voice. He hadn't really expected anything from the drug. It all seemed too easy.
Louise shrugged and smiled wryly. "We tried. I guess Camp Sunair it is."
The phone on the night-stand beside the bed rang, and Emma grabbed it up quickly, glancing to see if it had awakened her sister. After identifying herself, she listened a moment, then covered the mouthpiece with a palm. "It's Stan Constiner," she said toJ asOn. "He and Marsha want to know if you and Cherry are tied up for the evening." Without waiting for him to answer, she spoke into the phone once more. "Yes they are, Stan. Perhaps tomorrow night." She replaced the phone and said to her brother-in-law, while looking at Louise: "I didn't know you were bringing company home with you, Jason. I have a little surprise waiting for you down in the rumpus room."
"I'll go." Louise turned toward the door.
"Hold it." Jason caught her by the arm. "I'd like for you to stay. Please." He kept his grip until she answered.
"Thanks Jason. I will." She looked at Emma, a smile touching her lips. "Who is the surprise?"
"You know her. Darris Redmund."
"Darris Redmund!" Louise looked shocked. "She's only a child!" Her eyes dropped to Jason's wilted colossus. "She couldn't handle that."
Emma's brown eyes sparkled with mirth. "She's anxious to try." Then she explained, "Jason needs a wide variety of women as quickly as possible. Since Cherry can't be his sex partner and because I'm a little bushed from this afternoon, I asked Darris to lend a hand. She was thrill ed to death." She looked at her friend with the flame-colored hair. "I didn't know then that you would come home with Jason, Louise."
"Perhaps I should go anyway, Jason," Louise said.
"Not on your life. This has all the earmarks of a very interesting evening." He grinned at his sister-in-law. "What did you and Cherry do downtown this afternoon that was so tiring?" He checked his watch. "It isn't quite five. Cherry hasn't been to bed this early in months. What happened?"
"Guess." The mirth bubbled over and she laughed heartily. "But I want Cherry to tell you about it when she wakes up."
"Who is Darris Redmund, by the way?" he asked.
"The niece of a patient of mine, Jason," Louise said quickly. "A charming girl, really, but ... " She looked at Emma. "Is she honestly old enough?"
"Of course. She's big enough and says she's old enough, so that's all that really counts. Over and above this, she's terribly anxious."
"Louise, you will stay, won't you?" Jason asked.
"I'm staying."
"Good. You girls chit-chat for a while. I'm going down to the rumpus room."
"Enjoy yourself," Emma chuckled.
At the doorway he turned to Louise. "Perhaps you should come downstairs and watch," he smiled at her. "Then you could give Sunair's Governing Board a play-by-play account of the proof that I do have sex outside the family circle."
She nodded slowly, answering his smile. "Maybe I will be down a little later."
Seconds later Jason was going silently down the stairs that led to the rumpus room, wondering what this Darris Redmund looked like. When he got to the bottom he found out.
Since his descent had been on bare feet it had also been silent, and he stood there at the bottom of the stairs just outside the lighted area covering the padded floor and the two beds at the far end. The girl waiting for him was unaware of his presence as she cart-wheeled around on the mattresses, wearing nothing more than she'd had on at the moment of birth.
As he stood watching the lights play on her limbs and body his cudgel bounced to attention and, after .one good look at the girl's face, he realized why Louise had been so concerned about her age. Darris Redmund had the innocent, artless face of an ing'nue.
The rest of her body was not that of an ing'nue far from it. Though not quite as tall as Cherry, her figure was much more developed; with heavy breasts that bounced and jiggled as she wheeled about, and legs considerably heavier than his wife's, though every bit as shapely. Actually, the girl leaned toward plumpness; in .a few years she would either have to be extremely careful about her diet, or get very fat.
But the here and now were all Jason was interested in. For a few moments longer he stood watching, his cudgel so hard it ached, then she saw him standing there.
"Hi." She waved at him. "If you're Mr. McIvers, you're supposed to screw me."