Chapter 11

Jeanie wanted to spend the evening with him. Her big idea for the night, was to take Shep home and introduce him to her family and have dinner there. After that they could go bowling, dancing, or whatever they wanted, and then he could make love to her again. Then he could kiss her good night and they could go off to dreamland.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Not tonight."

"Why, Shep?"

"Look, Jeanie, I've just come back from a hard road trip. I'm dead tired. I'll meet your family some other time."

"But..."

"Some other time, Jeanie."

She looked a little miffed. But whatever complaints she had, she was storing them up, keeping them to herself.

So he got out of that, and it was just as well. The last thing in the world he wanted was for Jeanie to drag him down to her house to meet her parents. That was one step toward his total domestication, and he intended fighting it all the way. He couldn't get over how, after bedding her a couple of times, she was assuming that he was all set to marry her.

He got rid of her as fast as he could without making it look as if he were throwing her out on her ear. She gave him a long, lingering good-bye kiss, and let him see that the stars were still shining in her eyes. Then she was gone.

It was only seven-thirty in the evening. Shep thought about what he'd do to pass the time.

Dinner first. He'd get out of town and go to one of the numerous nearby roadhouses for a good steak. Then, maybe a movie. If there was anything good at the local theater, then back and a good night's sleep.

It was a nice idea, but it didn't quite work out that way. Shep didn't know it, but he was in for a different sort of evening than he had planned.

He was on his way back from an undistinguished steak at a place about five miles from town, and was breezing along the highway when a horn honked at him from behind. He figured it was a cop, and pulled to the side of the road. But it wasn't a cop. The cops here didn't drive around in Cadillacs.

It was Helene. She came up along side of him. "Hi there!" she called to him. "Where're you coming from?"

"Place called The Open Hearth," he said. "You know the place?"

"A dump," she said. "What made you go there to eat?"

"Picked it out of the phone book. I was just looking for a different place than the hotel or coffee shop to eat at.

"You should have looked me up," she said, sweetly. "I could have gone out for dinner with you and showed you a good place to get a meal."

"Then it wouldn't have been a quiet night off."

"It isn't going to be anyway," Helene said. She smiled, but it wasn't a pleasant smile. It was one of those teeth-baring smiles, one of those "I'm going to eat you up" smiles. What was it with the women in this town, he thought, couldn't they leave a guy alone for one night?

He said, "And where are you coming from, may I ask?"

"Just out driving around," she said. "I thought I recognized that heap of yours, so I followed you. Come on. I'll race you back to your place."

"And after the race?"

"Guess," she said, grinning.

Within a minute of the time it took Shep to get back on the road, she disappeared far ahead of him.

She was parked and waiting for him when he pulled in front of the rooming house.

"Why don't you get yourself a decent car?" she said.

"On what your father's paying me?"

"You got a big bonus, didn't you?"

"That's salted away in the bank for a rainy day. There's time for imagine cars when I make it to the big league."

"Let's go up to your room."

"Why?" he asked, well knowing what she had in mind.

"You know what," she giggled. "We'll play some games."

"Maybe I don't know how to play."

"I'll teach you what you don't know," she replied with her usual wicked little grin.

They went up to his room. The bed was still mussed and scrambled from his session with Jeanie. Helene noticed, but she didn't say anything. Her single, sharp glance was enough of a statement.

"Well," Shep said. "What kind of game do you want to play?"

"First, you take all your clothes off."

"Just me?" he asked. "Or do we all strip off?"

"We both do."

"Where'd you learn this game?"

"Hong Kong," she said. "I was a spy there for the CIA during the Korean War.

"You weren't even born then."

"I certainly was. I just hadn't reached puberty then, that's all," she joked.

"Maybe I don't want to play this game," Shep smiled.

"You better want to," Helene told him. "Strip!"

"Yeah," he said. "Whatever Helene wants, Helene gets. Isn't that how the song goes?"

"The song's about another girl."

"Same difference," Shep said.

Helene started stripping away her clothes, and he did the same. She was faster, and had her clothes completely off when he removed his shirt.

She looked up and saw where Jeanie had put her teeth into his shoulder.

"What's happened here?" she asked, running her hand over the marks.

"I slipped and fell on my false teeth," Shep said. "They bit me."

"Must have happened recently. It's still fresh."

"Yeah," Shep said. "Recently enough."

"Who was she, Shep?"

"I refuse to answer on the grounds that it might tend to incriminate me," he said coyly.

"Was it the young one with the big brown eyes? The one you took out a couple of weeks ago?"

"Come on, Helene. Lay off the questions."

"I want to know!" She looked angry, her nostrils flared out, her breasts quivered.

"Don't I have the right to fuck anyone but you in this town?" Shep shouted at her.

"I'm a very jealous person, Shep."

"You weren't jealous that night at Twin Falls when you brought Vickie to me."

"That was different. I organized that. I was in control and I did it to get my kicks for the night. But this ... some little tramp you picked up..."

He was getting annoyed at her. "Let's get on with the game, Helene." The muscles in his face quivered slightly.

"I want to know who you're sleeping with, Shep."

"Oh, she's just a local kid. A nothing. A nobody. Stop worrying, Helene. She isn't any competition for you. She's not even near your class."

"Don't you get whatever you want from me?" Helene asked, pouting. "Do you need other girls too? I can give you everything you need, Shep. Ten times a day, if that's what you want. Get rid of her."

To shut her up, Shep walked over and put his hands on her heaving breasts, and his mouth over her eager lips. A shiver of delight ran through her immediately, and he felt her nipples turning rigid as he clutched at the globes of her satin-smooth breasts. She sighed and panted, her eyes starry with desire.

In another moment he was as completely naked as she was.

"Hurry!" she cried hoarsely. "Hurry, Shep!"

They tumbled onto the bed. Forgotten was the jealousy, the anger. Nothing mattered but the need to satisfy the lust they each felt.

She touched and kissed him everywhere with deft, maddening exciting moves of her hands and lips. She knew all the tricks to drive him wild, and then a few.

He filled his hands with her magnificent tits. Sucked at the cherry-tipped, hard nipples, and stroked at her buttocks. Her body crushed against him, smothering him with soft flesh, demanding her due.

Then she pulled away. "Fuck me!" she ordered. "Fuck the hell out of me!"

Shep climbed onto the frantic Helene, and worked his hard-on into her thrashing cunt. She howled with delight when he drove the taut flesh into her with a lustful determination that drove her ass into the mattress.

She went berserk. Her body moved as if she had been jolted with a million volts of energy.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck! Fuck!" she hissed through her clenched teeth. Fuck me, baby! Fuck meee!! "

Her whole body came off the bed for a second as she climaxed violently. Shep could hardly believe how fast it had happened. He had just gotten into her a moment ago!

She whimpered happily and pushed him up. His cock pulled from her cunt with a pop, and he groaned, "What the hell? What are you..."

"Move up!" she gasped. "Move up!"

He found out what she was up to in a second. She scooted herself down the length of his body until his rigid prick was suspended over her open mouth. With a lunge, she swallowed his prick, and groaned ecstatically.

"Fuck me in the mouth, darling! Give me the works! Shoot your load in me!"

Shep went berserk himself. Her body had excited him beyond belief to begin with, and now her mouth and hands were blowing his mind into outer space. Her tongue lapped at the tortured flesh of his cock, and she sucked greedily at both his prick and his balls. When her mouth left his cock, temporarily, to lap at his ass, her hands took up where her mouth had been.

His hips jerked involuntarily as her mouth returned to its tantalizing chore, and he pumped at her loosely opened mouth to hurry the outcome. He was going out of his mind. He hastened the movement of his hips, driving the prick deep into her mouth. She gagged, but never stopped the steady sucking. He knew he was about ready to come, and he groaned, "Here! Here it is, baby! Take it all! Suck me dry!"

At the same time his body jerked forward, he shot off into the eager Helene.

"Mmmmmm," she gasped excitedly. She choked, gasped,, and continued to swallow the hot gobs of juice he was blasting into her greedy mouth.

When his prick had unloaded its cargo, he fell forward onto the bed.

"How was that, Shep?" Helene asked, beaming at him. "Can that little tramp top that?"

Shep shook his head. He was drained. She had drained him of every ounce of strength in his body. He lay there breathing hard, trying to focus his pleasure-flooded mind.

Then, there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Shep asked.

"Telephone, Mister Coleman," a voice answered. "I'll be right there."

He got up and pulled his trousers on. "I'll be back in a second," he told Helene, as he pulled on a shirt and headed for the door.

The phone was in the hall downstairs. He picked up the phone and said, "Hello."

"Shep? Oh, Shep, honey, it's so good to hear your voice."

It was Lily!

"Lily?" he said with a shaky voice.

"Of course, darling."

"Where are you?"

"Why, I'm here at the bus depot."

"Here?"

"Yes, why? Is anything wrong."

"No, ahh ... no!" he sputtered. "Oh, I'm sorry, Shep. I wanted to surprise you," she said.

Dazed, Shep said, "You ... I ... well, you wait there. I'll come and get you."

"Fine."

"It'll take about ten minutes. I ... uh ... I was in bed, asleep. The place is a mess. You wait and I'll be right down."

"Don't bother straightening up," Lily said, cheerfully. I'll take care of that when I get there. Just hurry down here. I want to see you so badly."

"Sure, Lily. Sure."