Chapter 2
The next evening, Sue stood nude in front of her closet, trying to select something appropriate for Paul's party. As she thought, her eye was caught by her reflection in the full-length mirror on the door and she eyed herself critically. Although she was short, she was shapely, her breasts large and firm, with no hint of sag. The snowy mounds were capped by pert, pink nipples. Her waist was small, emphasizing her bosom and her rounded, feminine hips. Her sex was shielded by a neat triangle of dark red pubic hair. Her thighs and legs were well shaped and proportioned, with no trace of excess fat. Looking at her reflection excited Sue as it always did, and she cupped her breasts, weighing the full mounds, her fingers and thumbs toying gently with her nipples, making the little buds stand up proudly.
Sue felt her passions rising as she pinched and rolled her nipples for a few minutes, fighting the urge that was growing in her loins. Her hair brushed her shoulders and neck as she let her head drop back slightly. A hot ball of desire was growing in her belly as she toyed with her nipples. Instinctively, her tongue licked over her lips, making them gleam with moisture. Finally, she could resist the urge no longer and lowered her fingers to her cunt. As she brushed through the pubic hair, seeking her slit and the joy she knew was there, she stepped toward the mirror, her eyes riveted on her reflection. Staring deep into her own blue eyes, she toyed with her sex, pressing and rolling her clitoris with her fingertips.
Another step brought the excited tips of her breasts in contact with the chill glass of the mirror, sending an incredible jolt of pleasure through Sue. Never releasing her grasp on her pussy, she pressed up against the mirror, the ice cold touch of the glass against her skin making her flame with joy. Her lips met the mirror, kissing her reflection. She probed into her cunt with one finger, pressing open the moist channel as she drilled deeper. Her passions boiled in fiery contrast to the cold touch of the mirror against her body. Her knees sagged, pressing her thighs against the mirror.
As she kissed her reflection, her breath steaming the mirror, she let her tongue touch the glass, reveling in its tasteless chill. She began to pump her finger in and out of her cunt, slowly at first, then moving it quicker and quicker as her joy increased. Her nipples were hard knots of painful pleasure against the cold mirror, trapped by the soft mass of her breasts. Her belly rubbed against the glass, sticking slightly to the polished surface. Her climax grew nearer and nearer, speeding the motions of her hand. The sticky sound of her finger slipping over her engorged and juicy tissues added to Sue's pleasure until her climax swept over her, making her muscles sag until she was leaning against the mirror, its chill cooling her feverish cheek as she rolled her head against it. Finally, her orgasm slowly draining from her, she pushed away from the mirror, withdrawing her hand from her cunt. Weak with pleasure, she went to the bathroom and washed her hands.
Feeling fulfilled and satisfied with herself, she quickly selected the dress she wanted for Paul's party. Cold calculation made her select a short, daring dress that would never qualify as casual. Her intention was simply to out-dress all of the other girls there, without being too obvious about it. She donned the short, fitted dress without any underwear. The boys of Nebraska had appreciated her that way. Sue felt certain the men of New York would also.
Sitting down in front of her make-up table, she kept in mind Paul's comment on her apparent youth. Determined not to look nineteen, or even twenty-one, she studied herself critically before applying her make-up. Working carefully, she added four years to her age through the chemistry learned in high school theatrical productions and a quick correspondence course on makeup.
By the time she was ready to leave it was nine o'clock. Sue was uncertain how late to arrive to make the most impressive entrance, and decided to delay her departure until nine-thirty just to be certain. Nervously she paced the apartment, pausing from time to time to check her reflection and pat a wayward strand of hair into place. When she decided Paul would be just about frantic, she left, carefully locking the door behind her.
Paul's address turned out to be a well-tended brownstone on a side street. After a few seconds, her buzz was answered by a harsh rattle from the downstairs door and she pushed it open. Holding it open with one foot, she rechecked the apartment number and headed upstairs. Her caution at checking the number proved unnecessary as she was able to follow the babble of noise pouring down from above. After three flights of stairs, she felt lost and let the noise guide her. Arriving at the top floor, she found herself facing an open door from which an incredible din erupted. Panting and feeling weak in the knees from the long climb, she moved toward it, to be grabbed by a strange hand and tugged in the direction of a couch as soon as she entered the door.
"Rest, oh weary traveler, and restore thy strength," a bearded man directed, pushing her down on the couch. "What would you like to drink?"
"Gin and tonic, please," Sue panted.
"Rest. I'll get it for you," the stranger assured her. In a few minutes he was back with a frosty glass in his hand. Sue took it and sipped it gratefully. The drink quickly cut the fuzz in her throat. Incredibly strong, the gin seemed to steam through her head with the first sip. She began to take in her surroundings. Paul's "small gathering" was a total mob scene. Lighted dimly by colored light bulbs in the ceiling fixture, the room was packed with people. Competing with a stereo running at near full volume, the people were shouting to make themselves heard.
"If you'll move over, I think these new arrivals would like a spot on the oasis," the stranger shouted in her ear.
Sue quickly moved over to provide room for two more weary arrivals to the party. "Where's Paul?" she shouted.
"Who?"
"Paul Matthews," she repeated, louder. "The host."
"Right here," Paul bellowed, elbowing his way through the crush of people. "There you are. I was afraid you weren't coming." The huge man bent down to give Sue a peck on the cheek, his eyes straying to the wealth of cleavage her dress displayed. "Come and meet some people."
A little overwhelmed by her first impressions, Sue let the big man guide her through the crowd. Her first rational thought was that she had properly calculated her outfit for the occasion. Most of the women were wearing hostess pajama outfits or flowing slacks. Unfortunately, in the press of the crowd, Sue's attractive legs were not readily visible. Her cleavage, however, caught more than one man's eye as she passed him by. Their glances, fleeting as they were, thrilled Sue, bolstering her confidence.
"Who was that at the door?" she asked Paul when they finally made it across the room.
"What? Oh, that's Stan Peters. He's an advertising man. I want you to meet Kate Andrews." Paul indicated a tall, pale blonde.
"Pleased to meet you," Sue replied, returning the blonde's limp handshake.
"You're new in town, aren't you?" Kate replied, mild venom in her pallid blue eyes as she studied Sue carefully.
"Just down off the farm," Sue said ingenuously, ignoring the unspoken barb.
"What do you think of the big city?"
"Except for some of the people, it's lovely," Sue replied.
"Paul, darling, I think I need some air. Won't you come with me to the terrace?" Kate asked the host.
Paul shook his head. "You know the way, Kate. I want to show Sue around."
Kate slunk away into the crowd, leaving some half-heard comment about a country cousin in Sue's ears.
"Don't pay any attention to her," Paul assured Sue. "She's like that with everyone."
"Oh, you known her long?" Sue asked.
"A couple of years," Paul admitted. "Did you have any trouble finding the place?"
"Nope. I just followed the noise."
"Do you want me to introduce you around? I really should stay at the bar for a while until things get rolling."
Sue eyed the boisterous crowd. "It looks like it is well underway to me. I can defend myself, though. You go ahead and bottle sit if you want."
"I'll go with you," Paul caved in quickly.
"Hello, Paul, who's the little lady?" someone said at Sue's elbow.
"Oh, hi, Dick. I'd like you to meet Sue Patterson. Sue, this is Dick Carmichael."
"Pleased to meet you," Sue said. Her hand was taken for a solid shake. When Dick held her grasp a bit longer than necessary, Sue returned his extra squeeze with one of her own. His eyes were not meeting hers, but instead following the plunge of her neckline.
"Dick's a bank teller," Paul noted a trifle acidly.
Ignoring Paul's attempted put-down, Sue kept her attention on the lanky Carmichael. "It must be a tremendous temptation, handling all that money every day."
"Oh, don't let Paul fool you. I'm a special teller in the Foreign Securities Division," Carmichael retorted. "Paul just likes to make fun of me."
"Oh, I'm sure Paul wasn't serious," Sue said. She gauged Paul's jealousy carefully, finally letting him drag her away from Dick Carmichael.
"Dick's bullshitting you," Paul stated. "He really is a bank teller."
"I think that's an interesting job," Sue replied. Sensing the raw wound this left, she added, "But nothing like yours, of course."
Mollified by this comment, Paul gave her hand a warm squeeze. Sue let her head rest against his shoulder for just a second, and pressed his arm in against her breast. By hunching her shoulders the slightest bit, she permitted him an increased view of her breasts.
"Hail the conquering hero," a familiar man said, attracting Sue's attention. "I see you found the host of hosts," Stan Peters continued.
"Yes, of course," Sue replied. Stan held a primitive-looking cigarette between thumb and forefinger. The smell made Sue wrinkle her nose, reminding her of the time the Jonson's barn had burned down.
"I told you, no grass, Stan," Paul ordered, sounding upset.
"Grass, what grass?" the advertising man replied, taking a careful, deep drag on the cigarette.
"This grass," Paul retorted, plucking the handmade cigarette out of Stan's grasp.
"Oh, that grass. Careful, my friend, that's fresh off the boat from Mexico." Stan pronounced it "May-hee-co".
"Pick it up later," Paul remarked, carefully pinching out the glowing tip after spitting on his fingers. He tucked the half smoked cigarette into his pocket.
"As you wish, of course. Care to introduce me to the lovely lady?"
Paul seemed calmed by Stan's easy relinquishment of the cigarette. "This is Sue Patterson. You met Stan at the door, I believe."
"Of course," Sue agreed. "Thank you for the drink."
"My pleasure, mademoiselle," Stan replied, bowing slightly. He plainly enjoyed studying Sue's figure in its minimal dress.
"Paul said you're in advertising. What do you advertise?"
"I am presently a purveyor of toothpaste," Stan replied. "In addition to trying to get the housewives of this glorious nation to purchase a particular brand of floor wax."
"It sounds very interesting," Sue said.
"It's an unbearable drag," Stan admitted. "However, the financial compensations are enormous. Would you care to view the lights of the city with me from the terrace?"
Sue could sense the instant tension in Paul. "I'm with Paul right now," she replied. At the same time, she winked, hoping Stan would understand that to mean there were later possibilities. The dark, slender, bearded man intrigued her.
"Perhaps another time," Stan said, indicating his understanding.
Sue let Paul guide her back to the bar, still clinging warmly to his arm as compensation for her flirtations. As they moved away from Stan, she noticed out of the corner of her eye a short, dark-haired girl settling in next to the advertising man. They seemed to know each other well, and the dark-haired girl cast a unloving glance at Sue as she moved away. Inside, Sue chuckled with satisfaction. This Nebraska farm girl was not going to be ignored or snubbed by anyone at this party.
"Paul, darling, where have you been? Oh, hello Sue." It was Kate, the pale blonde, that greeted them back at the bar. She was plainly upset with Sue's continued presence at Paul's side.
"Having a good time, Kate?" Sue asked innocently.
"Darling, nobody has a good time at these things," Kate argued. "It's just not the thing to do."
"Oh, really, then why did you come?"
"Because Paul invited me, the dear. Paul, darling, please let's go out on the terrace. I almost feel faint in here." Before the big man could protest or free himself, he was dragged away by Kate. As he vanished into the crowd, he cast a despairing glance at Sue to indicate his helplessness.
Sue gave a huge sigh, glad to be free of him for the moment. Despite the time she had been at the party, she as yet had met only two other men.
"Well, hello little lady, haven't we met somewhere before?"
Sue eyed the stocky balding man who had suddenly grabbed her arm. Gently she disengaged herself from him. "Not unless you've been to Casper Junction, Nebraska," she replied.
"Touche. You got me on that one. Permit me to introduce my humble self. I am Harry G. Landon."
Sue relented, impressed by the fine tailoring of his suit and the sapphire ring he wore. "Sue Patterson. What's your business? So far I've met a bank teller and an ad man, in addition to the host, that is."
"I'm the ad man's boss, if you mean Stan Peters."
"Oh, really?" Sue acknowledged noncommittally. She appraised the stocky man more carefully. His bulk was not fat, but muscle, and he was not unattractive. "How interesting."
"I gather you are from Nebraska," Harry Landon commented. "What brings you to New York City?"
She gauged the flicker of interest in Harry's eyes as he covertly studied her. "Men," she said bluntly.
"Such candor," Harry replied, undisturbed by her frankness. "What kind of men?"
"Your kind, for a start," Sue shot back, taking his arm familiarly and pressing it between her breasts. His knuckles brushed her cunt and she rocked her hips forward, pressing herself against his hand. She was rewarded by a surge of blood to Harry's face and bald spot.
"Let's see what's happening out on the terrace," he suggested.
"Try again," she replied, guiding him away from the direction taken by Paul and Kate. "What's in here?" She pushed open another door and found herself in the bedroom. Before she could back out of the too suggestive room, Harry had followed her in, closing the door behind him. His interest in her was more than just slightly evident now, and Sue braced herself as his arms went around her.
"Slow down a little," she said, fighting his strength.
"What's the matter, too fast for you?"
She broke away and rearranged her dress. "Just a little." Even as she stalled him off, she posed for him, displaying herself to the best possible advantage. Harry advanced on her and she backed away.
"Don't run away," Harry protested.
Before she could get away, he had grabbed her again and dragged her in against his solid bulk. His hands seemed to be everywhere. Sue was half afraid she had miscalculated with Harry, but she let herself fall into his embrace. His lips slobbered kisses across her face, then fastened on her ear lobe. She felt her own excitement spring to life as he nibbled on her ear, his breath puffing loudly. Finally she wrestled her way free.
"I think that's enough," she said.
"I don't," Harry replied, following her.
Sue was pleased with her conquest of Harry, but not interested in further pursuit. She was in the process of dodging his third lunge when the door abruptly opened. "Oops, excuse me," someone said.
"That's all right," Sue replied, pleased with the interruption.
Harry sensed that he had lost. Standing back, he eyed Sue carefully. "All come on, aren't you?"
"See you, Harry," Sue said, waving demurely before backing out the door. Inside herself she was laughing at the look of frustration on Harry's face.
"There you are!" Stan Peters latched onto her as she backed into the room. "Where have you been, oh fairest maiden in the land?"
"Hello, Stan." A quick glance around gave Sue no clue about Paul's whereabouts. "Have you seen Paul?"
"He's in the kitchen. How about a visit to the terrace?"
"I'd love to."
"Right this way," Stan said, guiding her through the crowd.
The terrace turned out to be a tiny balcony on the front of the building. Privacy from the packed room was supplied by the heavy curtains over the French doors. "It's beautiful," Sue said as she looked down to the street five floors below.
"So are you," Stan murmured close to her ear.
Sue let him turn her head for a kiss, but sealed her lips against his probing tongue. His arm was around her, his fingers touching the side of her breast. She let his hand gain an inch, tantalizing him with the softness of her breast. He kissed her again, and this time she admitted his tongue, feeling her senses flame with pleasure at the touch. She tasted his breath, a smoky smell of Scotch mingling with that of cigarettes.
Breaking the kiss, she fought to catch her breath. "What was that you were smoking before?"
"What? Oh, marijuana, of course. Didn't you know?"
She shrugged. "I've heard of it, but I never smelled it before."
Stan dug into his pocket and produced another of the hand-rolled cigarettes. "Would you like to try it?"
"Maybe some other time."
Stan swept her into his arms again. "Just name the time."
Sue let her body mold itself against Stan for a moment as his tongue again probed her mouth familiarly. The bulge of his cock was poking her in the belly before she backed away from him. He followed up, pressing her against the balcony's rail. She permitted him another kiss, but wrenched away when she felt his hand pushing her skirt up in back.
"Oh, there you are, Stanley," a woman interrupted just as Sue was levering herself free.
"Carol, I wondered where you were," Stan said, recovering smoothly. "Have you met Sue Patterson? Sue, this is my wife, Carol."
Sue cocked an amused eyebrow at Stan as she greeted the compact, black-haired Carol. "It's a pleasure. I've heard so much about you."
"I'll just bet you have," Carol replied, not trying to conceal the venom in her voice.
"See you around, Stan," Sue said, smoothly slipping past the curtains. As she entered the room, she failed to see Paul's eye on her from near the bar. His expression, had she seen it, would have made her pause.
"Sue Patterson, I do believe." Dick Carmichael greeted her warmly, his eyes raking over her figure. "Would you care to dance, perhaps?"
"In this mob?" Sue replied.
"It just makes it cozier," Carmichael remarked.
"I'll try anything once," Sue said. The crowd had thinned somewhat, allowing some freedom of motion. The racket of conversation had died down, also, so they were able to hear the music better. Carmichael's lanky body moved easily to the music, and Sue followed, her innate sexiness taking over to move her hips in a restless rhythm.
"You're good," Dick commented, bending over her as he did so.
Sue shrugged her shoulders, giving him a tantalizing view of her breasts. "Just doing what comes naturally."
"Well, you're a natural," Dick noted, his admiration obvious.
As they danced, Sue teased him with her body, rolling her hips suggestively, bending and twisting her torso to give him occasional tantalizing glimpses of her breasts. Finally he was pressing closer and closer to her, rubbing his body against hers. His cock was hard and erect, blatantly tenting out his pants.
Sue feigned exhaustion and stopped dancing, leaving Dick moving restlessly as she stepped back from him. "I'm pooped. Which way to the ladies' room?"
"Huh?" Dick Carmichael was caught off guard by her sudden change.
"Oh, I see it. Thanks for the dance." Saying this, she moved off quickly, leaving Dick with his obviously erect cock standing sheepishly in the middle of the room.
Coming back from the bathroom, she bumped into Harry Landon and the stocky man's arms swept around her. Quickly she spun away, winking coyly over her shoulder at him as she danced across the room. With her eyes she flirted with a man she had never met.
"Having a good time, Miss ... uh ... " the man stumbled.
"Sue Patterson. Let me see your left hand."
Grinning, the man held out his hand. "What are you, a palm reader?"
"No ring, could be a good sign," Sue replied. "I keep getting tangled up with married men at this place."
"I'm free as a bird," the man acknowledged.
"Then let's dance," Sue said. The crowd had thinned greatly and the music changed from hard rock to soft ballads. He held her carefully, as if afraid of her.
"What's your name again?" he finally asked.
"Sue Patterson."
"Sorry I didn't catch it the first time. I'm Jerry Danvers. I like you, Sue Patterson."
"Thank you, Jerry." She let the conversation die, feeling warm and wanted in the young man's arms. His shyness intrigued her and she teased him gently with her pelvis and was rewarded by a sudden stiffening of his arms.
"Let's go somewhere," Jerry suggested when the tune ended.
Gently, Sue pulled away. "Can't do that, I'm the host's date. Hello, Paul."
"Hello, Sue," the big man replied, his voice hard.
"Hi, Paul. Didn't mean to intrude," Jerry apologized.
"That's all right. I haven't seen her all evening anyway," Paul noted.
Sensing the level of Paul's upset, Sue clutched his arm closely. "I'm sorry, Paul. Hey, what's your bathroom like?"
Jerry had melted away. "What do you want to see my bathroom for?"
"Because I figure the terrace is full, and the bedroom also." Dragging Paul by the hand, she made her way to the bathroom. A quick check revealed the room to be empty and she turned to lock the door behind them.
Paul was obviously angry. "Had a good time?"
"You're jealous," she accused him, secretly very pleased.
"Damn right I'm jealous," Paul shot back. "You've been making up to every man in the place tonight."
She stepped toward him and twined her arms around his neck, pulling his head down for an open mouthed, blatantly sexy kiss. His hands went around her, pulling her in against him, squeezing the breath from her lungs. He was so big he lifted her feet from the floor, crushing her tightly to him. Finally, out of breath, he let her down.
"Is that better?" she asked humbly.
"Let me get rid of all these people," he remarked.
"That would not be good of a host, now would it?" she told him, touching his chin with her forefinger.
"The party's almost over anyway," he commented.
"I know, but not tonight. I have to get home tonight."
"You're a tease," he accused her.
"I'm sorry, but I really do have to go home," she apologized. "But first, I'll prove I'm not a tease." Boldly she stepped up to him, confident of her control over him now. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him again. His hands sought and found her buttocks and she let him pull her pelvis tightly against him. When her skirt slid upward, she let him feel her naked ass, his fingers seeking and prying into the crack. Her passions boiled as his hands lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around him, grinding her pelvis against him. His fingers probed below her hips, finding the juicy tissues of her cunt, triggering a blast of excitement in Sue.
"Oh, yes," she hissed, encouraging his exploration of her.
Lifting her, he placed her on the wash stand and backed away from her for a moment. She kept her legs spread, her skirt high on her thighs, exposing her cunt to his view as she did so. At the same time, she pushed the straps of her dress down her arms, baring her breasts for his hands to capture. For long minutes she let him play with her tits, pinching her nipples, his eyes hungry on her. Gently, she toyed with his cock without unfastening his pants, feeling the hard bulk through the cloth. The sound of the crowded party just outside the door added to her excitement.
"Kiss my breasts," she ordered huskily, and he bowed his head to comply, suckling eagerly at her tits. She gazed down on his crew cut head then finally pushed him away.
There was a pounding on the door. "Hey, anybody in there?"
Paul muttered a curse under his breath. "Coming," he shouted.
Quickly, Sue hopped down off the wash stand, her skirt falling back into place.
"When can I see you again?" Paul asked as she was covering her breasts.
Sue shrugged the dress into place and checked her reflection in the mirror, ignoring the increasingly frantic pounding on the door. "I don't know. Maybe next weekend."
"Just a minute," Paul called out to the person outside the bathroom. "How about dinner here next Saturday?"
"Maybe. Why don't you call me at work Monday?" Sue suggested.
"Okay, I'll call you Monday." Paul finally gave in.
"You're a dear." Sue gave him a quick kiss before unlocking the door. "Hello, Harry," she greeted the stocky balding man impatiently stamping his feet and looking agonized.
"I should have known it was you," he growled, pushing hurriedly past her, ricocheting off of Paul in his haste.
"Can I walk you home?" Paul offered.
"No, thank you, Paul. It's just around the corner. I'll be all right," Sue assured him. "You're the host. You'd better keep an eye on your liquor supply."
Reluctantly, Paul turned away from her. When she reached the door, Jerry Danvers suddenly appeared at her elbow.
"Leaving so soon?"
"Early to bed and early to rise," Sue quipped.
"Mind if I walk with you?"
"Not at all," Sue answered, letting him take her arm.
She failed to see Paul glaring at her as she went out the door with Jerry Danvers. Paul started to take a step toward the door, but was stopped by Kate suddenly blocking his path.