Chapter 9
I WAS AFLUTTER INSIDE, WAITING FOR MY date to show up. The cocktail lounge in the shopping center, where I had said I would meet him, was so dark I had nearly stumbled finding a table back in a corner.
It was Tuesday afternoon. On Monday I had called the Forest Service office and left my number with the girl who answered. Judson Edwards was out in the field most of the time. At four o'clock the phone rang, at last. Yes, he remembered me; he seemed extremely pleased that I had called. I said I had something rather important to tell him, in private, so the date had been arranged. He was due any moment.
I wore my newest shortie skirt and blouse, nylons and high heels. I had had my hair done Monday; I felt I looked my best. I didn't know any of the people in the lounge, which helped. This was my first real sneak date since I had married John-not counting the one with Terri. That was different.
Ed hadn't called. Perhaps he was slipping out with Eve. John hadn't touched me since the swap-around on Saturday night; in fact, we were hardly speaking. I wasn't sure I wanted his hands on me again; I'd had a taste of how a man could be, and I was wild for more.
I saw Judson enter the lounge, and he had trouble seeing, as I had. Finally, he spotted me and came over. Even his stride exuded a special attraction; my hands were shaky on my highball glass. Just why this big, tanned fellow appealed to me so much I couldn't tell. I felt a bit shameless, though-calling him, throwing myself at him.
He took the empty chair beside me.
"This was quite a surprise, Diane." His voice was deep, penetrating. I liked his slacks and shirt, the fragrance of him; I was tingly all over!
"I lied a little," I smiled. "I just wanted to get to know you better."
"I'm very flattered. But you are married, aren't you?"
"Yes."
The cocktail waitress came, breaking the conversation momentarily; he ordered a plain cola for himself and another highball for me. He explained he had to report back to his office before going home; he couldn't drink liquor under these circumstances.
"Are you afraid of married gals?" I asked, flirtily.
He smiled, but there was something taken off of it, as they say in baseball.
"No." He looked down at his glass. "My wife died of cancer over a year ago; that's one of the reasons I left Montana. She was doing some chasing before she became ill. It upset me. You understand?"
I nodded, a bit of coldness creeping into my being.
"I guess it's an old story I'm about to tell. I'm about to leave my husband. We aren't getting along at all."
"I see. Diane, you're a very desirable young woman. I don't know how to say this easy, but ... I guess I'm a kind of one-girl man. Catching my wife with another man sort of drove the spike in deep."
"I'm sorry," I said. I suddenly felt like a cheap floozie.
He looked at me very intently, searching my face, my expression. "If you're ever free, Diane ... Well, you're my kind of girl. I've asked some questions about you. You see how it is, though."
I was suddenly very angry. A woman spurned.
"Yes, I see," I said, dryly. "Thanks for the drink!"
I pushed the chair back, grabbed my handbag, and left the table. Blindly I walked out the back door, into the bright sunshine. Ohhh, damn him!
As I drove home I felt tears of frustration sliding down my cheeks. Turned down. Big and honorable, was he? I was furious. My first real attempt at snaring some stray nookie, and I had failed, miserably.
Well, I had Ed and even Carl-and Terri I even had my dildo. To hell with him! Here I was, all gussied up and no one to turn to.
Once at home I called the freight office where Ed worked; he was out on a haul, wouldn't be back until evening. I didn't leave a number. Terri would be working, of course.
"Ever free," kept ringing in my ears. Well, if I did divorce John, I wouldn't be calling Judson!
Sally's familiar knock on the back door screen jarred my thoughts. She drifted in, smiling and lissome. She wore revealing shorts and halter, as usual on warm afternoons.
"Well, all decked out, aren't you, honey? Been out getting an after-nooner?"
Those two drinks still bubbled in my veins. "Yes, and it didn't work out."
She giggled. "These men can be kind of frustrating, honey. If John wasn't home, I could send Ed over tonight."
"Maybe John would be interested in dropping over your way," I said.
A slight frown passed across her face. "He might, but not me. Honest, honey. I don't see how you can put up with him! I talked to Eve, and she doesn't want any more dates with him, either. Do I have to go into details?
"Spare me," I said bitterly.
"Well, cheer up. The next time we have a party maybe you can get John out of town or something, and we'll find you a good date-one we can all enjoy!"
"Fat chance!" I exclaimed.
She smiled slyly. "Has Ed called?"
"Not while I was home."
"He will. And I don't mind. How'd you get along with Carl?"
"We made out."
"Good! He thinks you're quite a chick." Her voice lowered. "What do you do to these guys, honey? Eve said he could hardly do anything after you got through with him!"
I flushed. "I've put up with John a long time." She nodded. "Do I smell gin on your breath, honey?"
"I had a couple of drinks."
"Let's go in the living room and unlax. You haven't got a shot for me, have you?"
"Would a beer do? That's all we have."
"Natch! Cheer up-better things are coming, honey."
I opened a couple of beers, and we moved in to our sofa. That look was in her eyes again-that girl-and-girl thing. She sprawled with her long thighs apart, and the view of her pussy, hugged by her red shorts, drew my eyes.
"I haven't had any since the party," she giggled, leaning close, breathing on my neck.
"Not even any nooners?" I quipped.
"They're keeping Ed pretty busy. You know, I think you're as itchy as I am ... right now."
The beer, on top of the liquor, was starting to kick me. "Oh, damn these men!" I said, thinking of Judson.
"I can't imagine any guy turning you down," she whispered. "All dressed up. I like your blouse, and you ought to wear nylons more; you look real sexy in them!"
My skirt was halfway to my hips. I didn't care.
"Honey," she murmured, "if you don't feel like it, give me a little quickie, will you?"
I shivered. I did need it. I had played with myself on Monday, and somehow it hadn't been too satisfying. Everything about me was changing. I had expected Judson to drive me out on a wooded lane and give me a good screwing!
I turned my head and Sally's red lips settled on mine. My hunger, my frustration, must have communicated. I felt her shiver, her hand went to my blouse. I had enjoyed it with Terri; why not with Sally? I was a bitch, so why hold back?
Her tongue sneaked into my mouth, and her fingers deftly opened my blouse. I knew she would take the lead. My titties swelled against the cling of my almost-nothing bra. My nipples tingled. It seemed natural for me to reach down and caress her thighs, so invitingly opened.
Why couldn't this be Judson? I thought. It's so much better with a man! But I'm supposed to hate him.
"Ohhh, that's keen!" Sally breathed, undoing my front-opening bra. I cupped her pussy in my hand. She hunched boldly, bringing my titties out, her fingers slipping under them, around them, gently stroking. My nipples stiffened with yearning. I spread my thighs wider, my skirt hiking back until flesh showed above my nylons.
"You're really turning me on, honey!" Sally gasped. "No wonder the boys are raving about your titties. They're beautiful!"
I pushed them out even further, quaking with need. The brown tips were all swollen and tender.
"Kiss them!" I panted.
The past week or so my desire was more easily kindled than ever before. All those sexy experienceshaving my pussy filled with a cock, sailing with Terri.
I watched her red lips surround a nipple, watched Jher hand slide in between my thighs, felt her touch the warm, bare flesh close to my cunt. Delightful shivers ran through my pelvis. My nipple in her mouth ached and stung. I pressed her pussy hard; I wormed my rump around.
"Oh, you're delish, honey!" she whispered, then teased my nipple with her tongue.
"I like it," I breathed, sinking back on the sofa, savoring the delectable sensations. My skirt was clear back, now. Watching her fondle my panties, the curve of my pussy, heightened my thrill.
"Let's go in the bedroom, honey," she said, between kisses. "I don't want to wrinkle your nice clothes."
"Let me have it, please!" I gasped.
"Already?"
"Ohhh, I can do it again."
"You poor, sweet thing-you're starved, aren't you?"
"Yes, yes!"
She trembled: her hand slipped inside my panties, on my moist, bare pussy. Quickly, with her free hand, she loosened her shorts. Now, I had my fingers on her cunt.
She wasn't wet yet, but I loved the feel of her flesh, and of course I knew right where to tickle. I found her clitoris. She hunched, shivering.
"Ohhh, if you hurry, I'll make it, too, honey!" she gasped.
I played quickly with her clit; her mouth sucked and sucked on my nipples, and her finger teased along my crevice. Finally, she pushed it in. I shuddered, my mouth opened, my hips curved upward.
Sweet, sharp tremors seized me.
"Ohhhh ... I'm ... coming!" I cried.
She fell back on the sofa, her hand frantic on my pussy, and mine was doing the same on hers.
"Hurry!" she panted. "Ohhh ... oh ... oh ... damn! Here it comes."
I writhed and moaned in my delight. The waves of joy whirled through my pelvis, slaking the top of my hunger, twisting my body. I hunched and hunched, trying to capture that deep, hard feeling-but it didn't arrive. Only a good, stiff male prick could do that.
"Ohhhh, damn!" Sally panted, going slack, her hips quieting. "You really nipped me good, honey."
I drew my hand away from her half-opened shorts. She gave me a parting squeeze on the pussy and cuddled against me. I was catching my breath.
"You didn't even play with my titties," she giggled.
"There's always next time, isn't there?"
"Well, I hope so!"
A real swapping swinger, that was me. The new
Diane Summers. And a guy I had really wanted to know better had turned me down.
"Are we going in your bedroom now, honey?" Sally asked.
I reached behind her and unfastened her snug, red halter. She shrugged it loose, exposing her untanned, shapely breasts. Her nipples were smaller than mine, somewhat darker. I wanted to kiss them; I wanted more sex.
"I wonder why we didn't think of this sooner," I said.
"Honey, I've been wanting to try you for a long, long time. How would you like to have Eve join in some afternoon?"
"Might be fun," I laughed. "I've heard of it."
"What the boys don't know won't hurt 'em," she said. "Come on, let's go in on the bed."
"I thought one was about your limit."
"Oh, not with a girl. It doesn't take so much out of me ... if you know what I mean."
"I think I do," I said.
While I undressed in the bedroom, Sally watched me almost greedily. She was nude already, of course, having very little to take off.
The real truth was out, finally. She was willing to let me have her hubby in order to get a crack at me. She was much more Lesbian than she let on, and naturally she and Eve had been intimate. You couldn't invite a complete stranger to a lavender session. And I knew already that homosexuality in girls wasn't limited to butchy types. The records showed that many outwardly feminine gals married for security, and got their strange stuff on the side. No wonder she objected to nooners, and so much sexing from a virile husband!
A small warning voice sounded in the back of my mind. A girl could easily get hooked on this kind of stuff. I liked Terri much better, but that was harder to arrange. She worked during the day, and I was guessing that she had other girl friends. She was a very beautiful creature. A single girl could do more wolfing around than a married one; or one who wanted to stay married. I wasn't sure that I did want to stay married, though.
"You're so nice and rounded, honey," Sally purred, moving close to me. My blouse was off, my unfastened bra removed. When I was halfway aroused, like now, my titties simply bulged. I was seeing her more clearly every moment. She had finally made me, and she was dying to get on with the rest of it.
My skirt dropped. The imagine panties I had put on for Judson were so sheer my patch of brown showed right through them. She slipped up behind me and cupped my titties in her hands, pressing her hips against my rump.
"Oh, I just love these, honey!" she breathed, teasing my nipples. "Why don't you leave on that nice garter belt and your nylons and heels? You look sexier that way."
"like in a girlie magazine?"
"Natch." She was lowering my panties. Her right hand dropped to my pussy as her hips curved in boldly. I was having my thrills, all right.
Her fingers deftly opened the lips of my cunt and played around; she breathed on my neck.
"I've waited so long for this, baby!"
Pleasant tingles spread through my pelvis; I was warming up again. She had caught me on the rebound; she knew I wasn't getting enough at home. Maybe Ed hadn't called me because Sally had steered him onto someone else, like Eve, so she, Sally, could get all the gravy. Friend and neighbor, you bet.
I was too far along now to back out. I was hungry for sex, so the thing to do was to relax and enjoy it. I could worry about hang ups later.
"like my pussy, do you?" I giggled.
"Oh, you know it! We can have all kinds of fun, honey. The men gone all day..."
She swung away, steering me to the edge of the bed. My panties were off, and I left my other stuff on. If she liked me that way, why not?
She took my mouth, her tongue knifing inward, her right hand dallying with my tender breasts. Sweet-hot flutters raced along my body. I reached down and tickled along her outspread, slender thighs. Maybe all the time she had been wanting her hands on me, I had felt the same way, without actually realizing it.
Terri had brought me out; I knew some of the ins and outs. And wasn't this better than doing it alone, with my fingers or my dildo?
Her tongue was like a hot sabre; and just the way she went at it I knew she would probably be good when it came to the real McCoy. She was bolder, more aggressive than the first time. Her real nature was showing.
Her pussy was really wet this time. I toyed around with it, sliding my finger in slowly, then, locating her clitoris, I jazzed it. She shuddered, making coital lifts, her mouth breaking from mine, at last.
"Ohhh ... easy, honey!" she gasped. "Don't make me come yet!"
So I eased away and we both took a breather. We had lots of time.
"Will you stand in front of me and wiggle around, honey?" she asked.
"Oh, you're prettier than I am."
"I'm glad you think so ... very glad! I know Ed wishes I had bigger titties."
She was trying to pretend that she was a hot wife, with her hubby, but I had her number. I wondered how much had been put-on the night I had watched her top-ride.
"Well, I'll do a dance if you will," I said, giggling.
She smiled and stood up, posing about a yard away. She began to writhe her hips and weave her shoulders. She was indeed very leggy and sexy-looking. She spread her thighs gradually, curving her twat forward until the pink, expanded lips of her pussy were visible. Her slow, provocative hunches made me hotter than ever. Finally, she reached down and with her fingers spread the moist labia, exposing the inner entrance to her cunt.
"like it, honey?" she breathed, her face flushed. "Of course," I giggled.
"Kneel down and give me a treat, honey." She worked her tongue suggestively between her red, parted lips. I knew I wanted to. Shivering, I sank down, catching her bottom in my hands. Before I realized what was happening, I was doing it to her.
She curled her cunt way out, her thighs widened, my tongue went lancing into her cove.
"Ohh, God! That's ... wonderful!" she moaned. Her hands pressed my face closer. Her excited tremors heightened my own thrills. I had done this with Terri, so now I was bolder.
I kept wondering why she didn't want to stretch out on the bed instead of balancing there on her heels. Her legs began to tremble, her rump quivered.
"Ohhh, honey!" she cried. "You're good! That's it ... nice and slow ... ohhh, damn! I ... can't wait. I'm
. . . coming ... harder! Faster! Ohhhhh ... suck me, bring me! Ohhh, now! Now! Ohhhhh ... ohhhh ... Now!"
Her body lurched in my hands; her cries nearly sent me along. I felt her teeter; she weakened, and just as her gun went off, wildly, she crumpled backward onto the carpet. I lost contact, but it didn't matter. She was bucking and thrashing on the floor, her moans of delight searing my senses.
I fell on her, full length, squirming between her thighs, jousting my pussy on hers, pounding, banging, until the waves of my own need gathered and burst in a riot of hot shivery explosions. I hunched and hunched and she gave it right back to me. Breasts to breasts, wet mounds together, we rode out the joy. The aching was sweet, sweet.
I hit my peak after she did, but it didn't matter. She seemed to have a kind of second climax. Her long legs gripped me; her bottom shook for long seconds before she quieted. We lay panting and spent.
Suddenly I was aware of movement on my left. A heavy footfall. The bedroom door burst open!
I saw first a man's trousers and shoes; then as my eyes traveled upward I had to grasp the awful truth. John stood there, his face twisted with mingled expressions-disbelief, disgust, anger.
"Oh, my God!" Sally wailed, revolving under me, pushing me off. I staggered to my feet.
"Bitches!" John shouted. "Queer bitches!"
Sally snatched her red halter and shorts from the floor and fled through the open doorway. John stood and stared at me, his face as white as chalk. I seemed to be unable to move; I simply stood there, naked, drippy with the excess of my passion, stunned by his sudden appearance.
Finally, I sank down on the bed and covered my face with my hands. I was ashamed-not for cheating, but for getting caught with a girl, my friend and next-door neighbor.
"Do you have to stoop to this?" he said, icily. I trembled, cold inside, my pleasure completely gone.
"I'm sorry you saw this," I muttered.
"That Sally's a two-bit whore!" he fumed.
Anger overcame my shame and embarrassment. I looked up at him.
"Why do you call her that?" I snapped. "You liked it well enough, but she doesn't want you any more. You're no man!"
I thought he was going to strike me, but he didn't. He seemed to shrink a little.
"She wouldn't be over here if you'd treat me like a woman!" I shouted. "You and your girlie magazines and dirty pictures. Before you come out and play with me you stand in here and jack off! Is there something wrong with me?"
"I told you ... before..."
"Sure, but you haven't been to a doctor, have you? Why don't you save some of that stuff for your wife? You haven't even tried! Well, I'm through. I've had enough. You can get the divorce, or I will."
By Friday the worst was over.
I had a small apartment downtown, and a telephone with an unlisted number. I had moved out Wednesday. I had been afraid I wouldn't have the nerve, but once I made up my mind the rest was easy. I had dug into some savings put away in my own name, money my folks had given me.
On Thursday I had gone job hunting and found a job in the business office of the local daily newspaper, The Clarion. It didn't pay much, but it would be enough. John and I had talked it over rather calmly on Thursday. He would get the divorce, and he would give me half of everything, which was mostly an equity in our home, when he sold it.
I was to start to work Monday morning. I had taken a business course in high school, which appeared to be sufficient for the work I would do. Already I had met new people, and the wild parties of the old neighborhood seemed much longer ago than just a few days, a few weeks.
I hadn't been able to think much about my emotional needs. I seemed half frozen inside; living in a kind of vacuum. My real world was filled with too many nasty memories.
Evening was coming on, the apartment seemed a little warm. It faced a rather busy street; I wasn't used to all the traffic just yet. I was lonely; I had to admit it. At home I would be finishing up the dinner dishes.
Stop it! I told myself. It's all finished.
A few thoughts of Judson Edwards had trickled through my head, but I wasn't going to throw myself at him again. I was developing a kind of general man-hatred. Of course, if I got too itchy, physically, I could call Ed at the freight office. But I had an idea that he might be hard to pin down now that Sally wasn't getting to me.
Before I had left the house she had called, and I had been rather cool. I hadn't even told her where the apartment was. I needed a kind of drying out period. I had to readjust some of my values. Even the thought of having Terri wasn't too appealing. Maybe in a week or so, after I settled down.
One good thing had happened, though. I was losing more weight. I hadn't cooked regular meals, and the bathroom scales showed it. Adding to my blue feelings about everything, my monthly period had started. At least I wasn't preg; I could start all over, new. But could I, really? I observed girls from a new perspective. Sooner or later I would be calling Terri again, or finding some new broad.
I shook myself and decided to go to a movie. I rather missed not having a TV. John hadn't offered the one at home. He would live there until it sold.
And if I got too nervous and frustrated, I still had my dildo. I had sneaked it into one of my suitcases. The old urge would strike me again, as sure as the sun rose and set.