Chapter 1
Sue Patterson critically checked her reflection in the full-length mirror. The skirt seemed appropriately short, barely coming to the middle of her thighs. She could almost hear her mother's outraged complaints regarding its scandalous shortness. The sweater Sue was wearing hugged her body closely. For the first time since she had been twelve years old, Sue was not wearing a bra. Her nipples peaked, excited, showing as sharp points through the soft, clinging material. Back home, she reflected, just a tight sweater was enough to get the boys interested. To please her mother, Sue had bought sweaters large, then always "accidentally" shrunk them for her boy friends'. Here, in New York City, it took more than just a tight sweater to catch the interest of the men. Sue unbuttoned another button on the sweater and studied the effect as more of her creamy skin was displayed.
The buzzer from the lobby door disturbed her careful study and she hurried over to the intercom. Through the usual distortion of buzzing static she barely recognized Paul Matthews' name. After shouting a return greeting she pushed the button releasing the downstairs door. Turning back to the mirror, she quickly decided to save the button just unbuttoned for later in the evening and refastened it. Except for the way the sweater tightly hugged her unconfined curves, Sue thought she looked almost demure.
The doorbell had barely finished its second bong before she opened the door.
"Hi, I'm ... "
"You're Paul Matthews," Sue finished for him. "I'd recognize the voice anywhere. Come on in."
"Thanks." Paul seemed surprised at her quickness. Sue stilled a shiver as she let him pass her. From his description of himself, Sue had been warned, but still not prepared for him. He towered over her five foot three by a least a foot, and probably weighed twice as much as her 105 pounds. "This is a real nice place," he observed, his bulk seeming to fill the small living room as he stood in the center of it and revolved slowly.
"Thank you," Sue replied, giving her shoulder-length auburn curls a last pat into place. "I can't take much credit for it. My roommate did most of it before I moved in with her."
"That's right, you haven't been in New York very long, have you?"
"About a month," Sue admitted. "How long have you been here?"
Paul smiled, and his face looked disarmingly boyish. "I'm an old timer. I've lived here ever since I got out of college. Ready to go?"
Sue posed for him without looking as if she was doing so. "Any time you are. Where are we going?"
Paul picked up her lightweight summer coat and helped her on with it. "I know a nice Italian restaurant within walking distance, if that's all right."
"Fine with me. I love Italian food."
By the time they reached the little restaurant, Sue was feeling more at ease with Paul. She had to skip to keep up with his long, fast strides, and found herself panting slightly by the time they were seated. Knowing he was watching, she shrugged off her coat, displaying her barely concealed breasts by arching her back.
"What'll you have to drink?" Paul asked after she settled in her chair.
"Tom Collins," Sue said. She was pleased to discover that the reactions of the men of New York City were little different from those of the boys of Nebraska.
"You're from Nebraska, right?" Paul asked.
"Smack dab in the middle of it," Sue acknowledged. "My daddy raises wheat out there."
"Why'd you come to New York City? This is a long way from home for a youngster like you."
"I'm not such a youngster," Sue protested. "I'm twenty-one." She felt no qualm at adding two years to her age.
"Sorry," Paul apologized. "I didn't mean that the way it sounded. It's just that you look so young. Why did you leave Nebraska?"
Sue accepted his apology gracefully, mentally resolving to try to look older in the future. "It just seemed like the thing to do. Out where I lived, you were expected to get married, settle down and raise a crop of kids. I didn't want to settle down. Most of my friends were already married by the time they got out of high school."
"And you obviously didn't want to get married," Paul observed.
"And raise a bunch of screaming brats? You bet I didn't. I've got more important things to do in life."
"Like what?" Paul asked.
Sue thought for a moment. "I want to see more of the world. I want to live it up and find out what life is all about. I figured New York was the best place to do it." Her drink arrived and she stirred it, making the ice cubes spin and clink in the glass. "Where are you from?" she asked him.
"Upstate New York."
"And you're a stockbroker."
"I guess you could call me that."
"Is my boss a good customer of yours?" Sue felt uncomfortable under Paul's probing and tried to steer the conversation away from herself.
"He's pretty good," Paul said. "At least I managed to meet you because of him."
Sue acknowledged his gallant comment with a demure nod of her head. She'd landed her secretarial job two weeks after arriving in New York. The first day she had managed to lose three out of the first four calls to her boss. Paul had been the caller every time. They had gotten to know each other quite well over the phone as he instructed her in its complexities.
"You must make pretty good money," Sue observed. "Oops, that's not the right thing to say, is it?"
Paul laughed, taking no offense at her mistake. "I manage to make a living. People like your boss are a big help."
"He buys a lot of stocks, doesn't he?"
"And sells a lot," Paul observed. "I make money both ways."
"You do?" Sue's ignorance of stock and bond trading kept the conversation away from herself throughout dinner. Paul loved his work, and Sue knew the best way to keep him interested in her was to be interested in what he was. She was quickly lost in the complexities of his job, but managed to make enough intelligent comments to keep him going.
By the time they were ready to leave the restaurant, Sue was elated at her success in capturing Paul's interest. His hands lingered on her shoulders a pulse beat longer than necessary after he helped her on with her coat. His breath smelled tantalizingly of garlic and wine, and she knew he was looking over her shoulder at the mounds of her breasts. She carefully took a deep breath to expand her chest.
The air outside the restaurant was muggy and smelly, typically New York City in the summer. She let Paul take her hand as they strolled down the street.
"Where would you like to go?" Paul asked.
Sue shrugged. "I don't know. You're the New York City expert."
"There are some nice little bars in this area. Interested?"
Sue feigned mild outrage. "Sir, are you going to try to ply me with liquor?"
"Why not?" Paul replied, seeing through her pretense.
Sue trapped his arm familiarly against her, pressing the side of her warm, soft breast against it. "My mother warned me about men like you," she retorted. The pressure of Paul's arm against the side of her breast was warm and exciting to her, making her nipples harden.
"We're dangerous, all right," Paul agreed. "Shall we go?"
She let him guide her down the street, retaining possession of his arm. Their steps made his arm rub up and down her side lightly, and the warm friction further excited her. More exciting to her was the knowledge of what it was doing to him. Not by accident she had her fingers on his wrist and could sense his accelerating pulse.
"Here we are." Paul guided her to a revolving door and let her precede him through it. The spinning panels of the door thrust her into an incredible crush of people just inside. As she tried to get away from the entrance, Paul's huge bulk pressed into her from behind and shoved her up against the mass of people.
"Sorry," someone muttered, removing his elbow from Sue's left breast.
Paul wormed his way around Sue to lead the way deeper into the bar. "Hang onto my jacket," he advised, bulldozing his way through the mass of people.
Short as she was, Sue could see nothing but bodies crushing together. The noise of conversation was deafening, drowning out most of the music from a jukebox which was buried somewhere in the mob. The rattle of a cocktail shaker indicated the direction of the bar as Sue and Paul burrowed their way past it. In spite of the path cleared by Paul's bulk, she found herself being pounded and jostled by the crowd, and strange hands had a disconcerting habit of finding their way to the more private portions of her anatomy.
"Here we are." Paul finally made it past the crush at the bar and Sue found herself in a small area packed with tables. Just as they arrived in the less crowded area, a couple got up from a table in the rear and Paul made a fast beeline for the empty spaces, dragging Sue along behind by one hand. Before she could catch her breath she found herself seated by the wall, with Paul's bulk seeming to overflow the tiny table as he sat opposite her.
"Whew, what a crowd," Sue panted. "There must be more people in this room than there are in my whole home town."
Paul beckoned a harried waiter over. "What town is that?"
"Casper Junction," Sue replied. "Last I knew, we had about sixty-five people living in Casper Junction."
Paul smiled after ordering drinks. "Now that's a small town."
"You're telling me. For entertainment we used to sit out and watch the Greyhound Bus go through on Saturday night."
Paul guffawed at this. "Sounds real lively. There must have been more than that."
"Oh, we could go over to the movies in the summer. There was a sort of drive-in movie about thirty miles away, but my daddy wouldn't let me go." Sue swirled her drink. " 'Course I didn't let that stop me." Setting the swizzle stick aside, Sue took the opportunity to slip off her coat, again giving Paul a calculated look at her figure as she did so. The expression on his face told her she was having the desired effect, which pleased her.
"Did you have just wheat on your farm, or did you raise animals, too?" Paul asked.
"Oh, we had animals, too. Some chickens and a few cows, sort of just for effect, you might say. Daddy always said a farm had to have animals. We'd raise a few calves every year and sell them off."
"You had a bull, then," Paul commented.
Sue shook her head, making her auburn hair gleam in the soft light. "Nope. Daddy said they were too dangerous. He got his leg broken by one once, and never trusted them after that."
Paul sipped reflectively at his martini. "Then how, uhm, I mean ... "
Sue was amused at his embarrassment, seeing immediately what he was driving at. "Oh, we'd have the cows serviced. We did it the artificial way sometimes, but not too often. Daddy always said if the poor cow was gonna have to be pregnant, the least she could have was the enjoyment of getting that way. We had a neighbor that had a bull. Come time, he'd come over and service the cows. It's a good thing, too."
"What makes you say that?"
Sue stirred her second drink. "If he hadn't, I'd never have learned the facts of life. Daddy was kinda shy about such things. And Mom, she didn't believe in sex at all. When that bull came around, she'd lock herself up in the parlor so she couldn't hear or see what was happening."
Paul chuckled and shook his head. "So you learned all about life from the animals."
"Sure, everybody did." Sue sipped her drink. "Boy, why don't they air-condition this place?"
"They try," Paul replied. "It gets so crowded, though, I guess it's a losing battle."
"Sure is," Sue agreed. She used the heat as an excuse to unbutton the button on her sweater and spread the fabric apart to show more of her chest. The next button was between her breasts, and she could see Paul studying her cleavage. His Adam's apple bobbed convulsively as he swallowed some of his martini. Had it not been for the noise of the crowd, Sue suspected she could have heard the gulp clear across the table.
"If it's too hot, why don't we leave here?" Paul suggested.
"Where'd we go?"
Paul thought for a moment. "I don't know. It's hot outdoors, even with the sun down. And all the bars are packed on Friday night." He was silent, appearing to think further.
Sue judged her ability to control the big man and then said, "I suppose we could go back to my place. It's air-conditioned, at least."
"What about your roommate?"
Sue shrugged. "She's out for the evening and won't be back until late. We don't have anything to drink there, though."
"I can pick something up at a liquor store," Paul suggested. "Some wine or something."
"Great." Sue waxed enthusiastic over their plans. Getting up, she again posed carefully to give Paul the best view as he helped her with her coat. Her nipples were hard as little rocks inside the thin sweater. She turned to face him. "Only one thing. You have to promise to be on your good behavior," she cautioned him.
Paul stepped back slightly and raised his hand in a mock Boy Scout salute. "On my honor," he pledged. His eyes studied her figure closely as he did so.
Sue giggled and took his arm as he pushed their way through the crowd. The press of people shoved her tightly against him, her breast digging gently into his side. The way she was holding his arm placed his hand near her crotch and his knuckles pressed her gently, sending little quivers of excitement through her as they bumped through the mob. Outside she continued to hold his arm, pressing it against her breast.
"Whew, I had a bit more to drink than I'm used to," Sue said, staggering slightly and clutching at him to keep her balance.
Paul led the way to a small liquor store. As he searched the shelves, Sue took the chance to check her reflection in the front glass, then flirted with the young clerk while Paul's back was turned. The youth quickly developed a bulge in his pants, giving Sue a feeling of power when she saw the effect she was having on him.
"Shall we go?" Paul put his arm around Sue familiarly. She let herself be drawn against him and led from the store. In a few minutes she was fumbling for keys outside her door. The locks yielded quickly.
"Why don't you get glasses and stuff out of the kitchen?" Paul suggested.
"Okay," Sue agreed. "The record player's over there if you want some music."
In a few minutes they were seated on the couch, soft music surrounding them. Not feeling as giddy as she had indicated to Paul, Sue sipped her wine carefully. The conversation lagged after a few minutes, and she let Paul snuggle her against him as they sipped the wine and listened to the music.
"You're quite a girl," Paul murmured, his big hand caressing the side of her neck, brushing her long hair gently aside. With his fingers he gently turned her head and lifted her chin.
His lips were warm and soft on hers, sending tremors of pleasure through her. She was pleased with the effect she was having on him. In his lap she could sense the beginning bulge of his swelling cock. Letting herself warm to him, she softened her lips and felt his mouth move against hers in response. His tongue touched her lips and she resisted gently, then pulled away, flattered by his interest.
"Let's take it easy," she suggested quietly, not wanting to discourage him too much.
Paul concealed his reluctance to stop by sipping at his wine. They sat in silence for a few moments, until Sue felt the need to encourage him again. She snuggled closer to him, letting his arm circle her neck, his fingers trail over her upper chest to brush the first soft bulge of her breast. Taking the hint readily, he pulled her closer and again lowered his head for a kiss. This time, when his tongue probed her lips she let it enter as far as her teeth. Her own pulse was beginning to quicken as she met the tip of his tongue with her own. He smelled of martinis and wine and garlic, and the mixture of scents excited her even further. She let herself settle into his arms. The clink of his glass on the coffee table barely intruded as he freed his other hand to enfold her completely in his arms.
He broke the kiss and they snuggled together for long moments, his arms warm around her. His lips nibbled gently at her ear and she coyly turned her head aside as the touch sent jolts of pleasure through her. Contrasting his technique with that of the farm boys of Nebraska, Sue found him to be smooth and steady. Her feeling of power over him grew as his interest increased, along with the bulge in his lap. Her own passions were flickering with a steady, hot fire as his hands stroked over her back. The lack of a bra made her feel even sexier, and she knew his fingers were enjoying the unbroken smoothness under her sweater.
Gently, she broke the mood by reaching for her wine, pulling back from his embrace. She gauged her move carefully, drawing away enough to slow him down, but not so far as to discourage him completely. As she sipped her wine, she looked up at him with her brilliant, deep blue eyes, trying to hypnotize him with her stare, putting both challenge and promise into her gaze.
After a few sips, he took the glass gently from her fingers and set it aside. The embrace that followed was hotter and harder than ever as he squeezed her against his huge body. His lips were more demanding, his mouth driving down on hers as they kissed. His tongue was a bold wedge driving her mouth open and searching into her. Her passions were exploding in fire now, just as they always did when a boy soul-kissed her. With one corner of her mind, Sue wondered just how far she dared lead Paul.
His hands were strong on her back; then one slid around to her side and moved toward her breast. Hesitantly, he brushed the soft fullness on one side of her breast, then moved his hand toward the peak. Excited, Sue moved to give him access to her breast, feeling her hard little nipple pressing against his palm through the sweater.
Thrilled with her control of him, she broke the kiss and gently pulled away from him. Standing up, she moved over to the record player to turn over the records. She could feel his eyes on her as she bent to adjust the machine, her skirt rising in the back, showing the first frill of her panties and the bulge of her buttocks. The feeling of power she had over him grew as she watched his eyes devour her as she returned to the couch. He reached for her greedily.
His lips again ground against hers, and his fingers quickly found the button on her sweater. She let him wrestle the fastening open, feeling the brush of air against the skin between her breasts. His fingers were hard on her chest as he went for the next button. As he worked at it, she let her fingers toy with his ear and stroke his neck. His growing excitement was as thrilling to her as the touch of his fingers over her body.
Finally he had her sweater open and slid his big hand inside to cup her naked breast. Her nipple felt painfully hard and sensitive against his hand as he squeezed it, measuring its fullness. His lips were even more demanding against hers. She let her passions blaze high as he pressed the sweater back, baring her chest completely. He broke the kiss to feast on her bare breasts with his eyes. His hunger and admiration had him almost drooling with excitement. He reached for her boobs with both hands and toyed with them. Sue let her head drop back, relishing the sensuous joy he stirred in her. Finally, when she judged neither of them could hold back any longer, she forced herself to break away, gasping with excitement as she pulled free.
"What's the matter?" Paul asked, unsettled by her sudden change in mood.
Sue fought to steady her voice as she reached to rebutton her sweater. "I think we've gone far enough."
"What's the matter? I thought you liked it," Paul protested.
Getting to her feet, Sue quickly straightened her disorganized clothing. She deliberately avoided his question. "I think you'd better go. My roommate will be home soon."
Paul stood up, plainly upset. "I don't get it. What set you off all of a sudden?"
"It's nothing," Sue replied. "It's just that it's late and my roommate will be home soon."
"Then let's go over to my place," Paul suggested. "It's not far, and I don't have a roommate."
"I'd rather not," Sue answered. "It's getting late."
"For the love of ... What's with you?" Paul was angry now, his frustration evident.
"I'm sorry Paul, it's just not the night. Maybe some other night," Sue lied.
"Yeah, sure, some other night," Paul muttered as he was pushed toward the door. As she opened it he turned back toward her. "Can I see you again?"
"Of course you can," Sue replied. She lifted her face and permitted him a chaste kiss.
Assuaged somewhat, Paul returned her kiss. "Look, I'm having a small party at my place tomorrow night. Why don't you come over?"
"Don't you already have a date for it?"
Paul shrugged. "Nobody special. Come on by about nine, okay?"
"What should I wear?"
"Nothing too formal," he replied. "It'll be sort of casual."
"About nine then," Sue agreed. "And I'm sorry about tonight."
After another quick kiss, he turned away and Sue closed the door behind him. For a moment she leaned up against the door, a satisfied smile on her lips. As she got ready for bed, Sue found herself wondering what Paul's friends were like. He was the first man she had dated in New York, but would not be the last. Out home in Nebraska she had had half the high school boys chasing her at once. Of course, there had only been ten in her class, but it had driven the other girls wild with jealousy. And Sue had managed it without going all the way like some girls had. The gathering at Paul's looked very promising.