Chapter 7
Sunday morning Jean peered through a crack in the bedroom door looking for any sign that the boys might be up. She ran to the bathroom, then to the kitchen for coffee. Then she dressed in a flash and was out the door.
She went to the first payphone she saw and called Laura.
"Laura, it's Jean. I have to see you. ft's important."
"Sure, how soon."-Right now."
"It can't be now dear. Maybe in an hour or so."
She was more than likely tied up with one of her men friends, she thought to herself.
"All right. In an hour then."
She hung up the phone and walked to the greasy spoon across the street. The man behind the counter was dressed in a dirty apron. A cigarette with a long ash dangled from his lips. Jean searched her bag for a pack but it was empty.
She looked around the dirty diner but there was no machine. She politely said to the counter man:
"May I have a cigarette. And a cup of coffee too."
"Sure lady, here."
He held a pack out to her and shook it once and a single cigarette shot out from the top. She took it and he threwa pack of matches in front of her.
"The coffees on me," he added. "Unless you plan to buy something else."
"No thank you, this'll be fine for now."
Her thoughts drifted back to the previous day's event and her body buzzed from a rush of shame. How could she face the bov? What did he think of her? What did he think of himself? Better yet, what did she think of herself?
"Rough night lady?" said the man as he caught her in a daze.
"Uh, just killing time I guess."
She looked in the mirror behind the counter and saw the bags under her eyes. The experience seemed to have aged her in just a short time. She took a sip of the black liquid and it was bitter.
"You're not gonna find too much in those singles bars."
The man was obviously under the impression from her haggard appearance that she had just returned from a one noght stand. In a sense it was true. She had to keep away from the boy. She thought of his long, hard cock up her and felt her face flush red.
"Yes, I know what you mean. But I guess it depends what one is looking for," she remarked as pleasantly as possible.
"Some men don't know how to treat a woman."
The man leaned forward on the counter and the smoke from his cigarette was getting caught in her eye. She could smell his odor and when he spoke she was hit with a stink of onions. She withdrew backwards on the stool to increase the distance between them.
"Excuse me, I have to go now. Thanks for the coffee."
"Anytime honey."
She left him a small tip and began the trek to Laura's house. She had to confess to someone about her decadent deed and could think of no one else who would understand her plight.
To kill time she took public transportation. The bus left her about ten blocks from the house and she thought the walk would help clear her brain.
She arrived in time to see a white Cadillac leaving from the driveway. She could see Laura waving goodbye to him from behind a drawn curtain. Then Laura saw her walking down the block and motioned for her to come in.
Laura met her at the door and bade her to enter.
"I hope everything's okay Jean. You look a bit hagged around the edges."
"Oh, Laura," she said and began to convulse in sobs.
"Come sit down. We'll talk about it."
She thanked God for a friend like her. She sat down and confided to her the whole sordid event. She said that she had seduced her son's friend and that, yes, she had enjoyed the experience. But the boy was uptight and now she didn't know how she was going to look her son in the face.
"Well, that certainly is a tale and a half, I'll have to admit. But Jean you're taking things much too seriously. It was a fling and it's over. That's all."
"But what if David should find out from him."
"Believe me, the boy will never breath a word of this to David."
"You're sure."
"I'm sure."
She trusted Laura's advice implicitly. She was more confident at the game of love than she could ever hope to be.
"Listen, why don't you let me show you around the places I frequent. I could use a dating partner. It's much better for women to be seen in these places in pairs. The men aren't so cocky."
"Where would we go."
"There's the Regency. It's a singles place and the men are well-to-do and well groomed. And they're all in the money. Highly respectable chaps."
It didn't sound like a bad idea. If she continued moping about the house she was sure to cause herself greater anxiety. And Laura could be her guide and advise her properly about the men's advances.
"Okay, what do you suggest?"
"Thursday night is a good night there. Dress nice in a skirt or suit or something and I'll take us from there."
They talked the rest of the day and this made her feel much better. They made their plans for the following Thursday. She knew that Ronnie had to leave her house by about six o'clock today so she thought it best to stay with her friend the rest of the day.
She returned home about eight and found David sleeping already with no sign of the other. He must have had a hard weekend, her son, to be sleeping so early. She checked his drawers and found none of Ronnie's clothes and breathed a sigh of relief.
Her thoughts were preoccupied the week long about their Thursday night venture. She bought a special suit for the ocassion. It was low cut and short and she topped it with a pair of very high heels. When Laura saw her she whistled her approval.
"That ought to turn a few heads."
"You don't think it's too much do you?"
"No, it's perfect."
They arrived at the bar around nine-thirty or so and it was just starting to get crowded. They were there about a minute when Laura spotted someone she knew.
"Ralph, how the hell are you."
"Laura, it's good to see you. How have you been."
"Fine. And yourself?"
They exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes before Jean began to anxiously fidget. Laura discerned her uncomfiture and began to probe her friend.
"By the way, this is a very good friend, Jean. Jean this is Ralph, he's a doctor."
That was good news. The knowledge that he was a respectable character perked her up considerably. She smiled and held out her hand. The doctor took it and chivalrously kissed it. She blushed.
"I'm glad you're with someone because I came with a friend too."
Then he called for him and the man came over.
"This is Dr. Barnwell." And they introduced one another all around. Jean was clearly happy at the turn of events and whispered to her friend.
"Two doctors, Laura. I'm very impressed."
"Hold tight. If we play our cards right we'll have a very nice evening."
They engaged in small talk and Jean could see that Richard, that was the other doctor's name, was charmed by her girlish innocence.
Then Ralph suggested an alternative to the cramped bar as it was getting crowded as the hour approached twelve.
"Girls, Richard has a yacht just a few minutes away right off the coast. Why don't we take the party there where we can relax and be ourselves."
Before Jean could say anything Laura had quickly assented. The yacht sounded very inviting but after all she had only known them a few minutes. Then she remembered Ronnie and her face flushed in shame. She decided to give her friend free reign and follow her lead.
They summoned for Richard's car. It was a brand new Mercedes. The man was certainly rich. The women got it with Laura in the back with Ralph and she in the front with Richard.
They chatted and laughed and pulled up to the dock where a small tow took them to the yacht. It was exquisite. They were led to the main deck. A beautiful chandelier hung from the center and Richard made them drinks.
They were perfectly relaxed and enjoying themselves. Jean was a little tipsy from the liquor but felt the best she had in months. When Richard made a pass at her she was putty in his arms and met his kiss full force.
"Looks like we have a romance on our hands," said Laura smiling.
"Come on," said Ralph, "let's leave them alone."
Jean was perturbed that her friend was leaving. Richard sensed her displeasure and ruched to fill her fear with security.
"You're very beautiful, Jean. I'm sorry to hear about your divorce."
She had mentioned it before in conversation. She looked into his large brown eyes and there was a nice glint of sentiment when he said it.
"It's been difficult and Laura has been a great help. But I think I'm finally able to enjoy my freedom."
He was glad to hear that. Softly he bent towards her and kissed her gently but long. His tongue darted into her mouth and when she responded favorably to his probe, he placed a hand on her breast.
His gentle touch had her pining for more but she didn't want him coming on too quick. She broke the kiss and said:
"That was nice, Rich. But I hardly know you."
To which Richard then responded by giving her a short synopsis of himself and his ambitions. He told her he was planning a weekend in Acapulco and would she like to accompany him.
It was a wonderful offer. It made her feel young and wanted. This man appeared to her as a gift from heaven, an aswered prayer. In her gleeful exhuberance of his acceptance of her she took the initiative and kissed him full on the mouth.
He took her breast again and this time slid a hand down the front of her dress. She let him play with her nipple between his fingers and a heayed gasp issued from her lips. Then his other hand slid down ro the front of her skirt.
She shot up and broke his caress. He was moving a bit too fast for her. She asked for another drink which he promptly got up and brought to her. She sipped it and looked at him from under her long lashes.
She could see the bulge in his crotch from her. His maneuvers had been skilled and gently though he was obviously aroused.
"Jean, I'm fascinated with you. I think I'm in love."
To hear those words coming from a man who seemed respectable and caring was just the mask to break her will. This time when he came toward her and kissed her, she let him put his hand under her skirt.
He pulled her panties to the side and placed a finger up her cunt and began wiggling it. Jean's clitoris burned in response and she cupped her flaming breast that he was petting.
"Here, let me help you," he said.
He stood her up and removed her top and then unclasped her bra. Her nipples were rock hard and he took both breasts and sucked the nipples into his mouth.
She was standing there topless in front of him with just her skirt and heels on. She noted his stiff erection showing through his expensive suit and clutched it in her hand. Then he placed her on the couch and removed the rest of her clothes leaving her heels on.
"You have a nice erection, Rich," she heard herself say.
The passion of the moment took her completely. Sitting on the couch she opened his fly and took out his huge member. Then she kissed the tip and finally took it in her mouth while he was standing above her.
"That's wonderful Jean, keep it up."
She unbuckled his belt and removed his trousers while he undressed himself of his garments. He stood naked before.
"You have a beautiful body," she said, with her hands jerking his prick and raising it to full height.
He laid her back on the couch and spread her lay He began licking her cunt and Jean took to it immediately. He was burning her up, putting her on fire.
He continued lapping her gash and then placed his legs by her head. His dick was dangling above her eyes and she heatedly grabbed it. She stuck it as far down her throat as it would go and moved her head up and down. She had her hand on his balls and cupped and fondled them.
Her antics were filling him with lust and his movements became more heated and brusque. His gentle touch evaporated and now he ripped her cunt open with his hands and started to bite her clit between his teeth.
"Careful honey, that hurts."
But instead of letting up he was biting it harder. Then he beagn to pump his dick into her mouth with great force. His passion was getting out of hand but she was powerless to stop it.
Suddenly he turned about and plopped down onto her hard. He threw his dick into her cunt and in one plunge impaled her to the hilt. Then he rammed her with powerful strokes and the flesh jiggled on her body, her tits flapping.
"Easy honey, you're hurting me."
"Shut up, slut."
What had she got herself into. The romantic moment was turning into a sordid ordeal. Her passion had been totally misunderstood. The man had taken her willingness as evidence of a wanton character and his only concern was getting his rocks off.
He pulled off her and turned her around on her knees. His strong hands forced her when she offered resistance. He took his cock and and plunged it deep into her open pussy from the back.
He slammed into her and she felt his balls bounce against her ass. Then he grabbed her long hair and pulled her head up. He was fucking her while holding her head taught by her locks. It was a strange mixture of pain and pleasure which she was forced to succumb to.
Then the man took his cock out and ordered her to suck it. He stood up and she sat on the couch and he rammed his dick down her throat. He told her to put a finger in his asshole while she sucked the prick.
She obeyed so as to not increase his rancor. She liked the idea of sucking his nice cock but the asshole bit was alien to her. She complied and bit into his cock a bit to try and gain his favor.
"Hey, cut that out bitch."
He took his prick from her mouth and soundly thrashed her across the face. He took her by the hair and ordered her to lay on her back with her feet raised on the couch.
Then he grabbed her flanks and entered her from atop. His ass was pointing at her face and she could see each thrust into her vulnerable pussy. He contorted her legs where her high heels were dangling above her head.
His movements became very frantic now and he was jumping up and down on her with his prick mauling her gaping hole. She accepted his full weight and could feel his cock delve into her depths. His cock head banged against her cervix but she was powerless to move.
With one last giant thrust he perforated her body and then quickly pulled out. He took her by the hair again and sat her on the couch.
"Now swallow my come, whore."
She had no choice but to comply. She opened her mouth and placed the head of his prick into her mouth and jerked the staff with her free hand. With the other she cupped his balls. With both his hands he held her head and she was bolted into position.
She felt the shaft stiffen and knew he was about to come. She closed her eyes and prepared for the worst. The first jet of come banged against the back of her throat and she tasted the salted spray. She had to stop from gagging.
He splattered his come into her mouth and down her throat and she ate every bit of his sperm so as to not incur his wrath. She opened her eyes to note his reaction and his head was raised, his mouth ope, and his eyes close.
The last drop trickled down her throat and he removed his half-limp cock from her embrace. Thankfully, it was over.
"Lick me clean."
"You're very good, Jean," he said. "You're a very good fuck."
She gave him an embarrassed smile. Rather than argue she accepted her situation and played it cool until Laura came back into the room. They were both dressed now and Laura said, while holding Ralph close to her:
"How did everything come out."
Richard answered, "Just fine. Right Jean?"
"Yes," she lied, "just perfect."
"Good, I'm glad," said Laura," Jean had a few things on her mind. A little relaxation was what she needed to take her mind off her problems."
Her friend had tried to be kind to her during a moment of crisis and Jean didn't have the heart to tell her that things had went miserably for her. She didn't even orgasm. The charge in her clit was still ringing its message.
"If you don't mind, Laura, I'd like to go now."
They were all surprised at her eagerness to leave so soon and the group eventually won out and convinced her to stay a while longer. For the rest of the evening she tried to be mature and polite and would even allow the brutish Richard to snuggle close to her like they were really in love.
She maintained this mask until a tension headache filled her brain and she finally convinced Laura to leave. On the tow on the way to shore Jean's thoughts mimicked the sparkling moon glow that gleamed on the choppy waters. There was an image burning in her brain that she tried to squelch but it kept bouncing off her will and forced itself to consciousness.
It was the image of the dark boy Ronnie. She couldn't get him out of her mind. But instead of the devil's appearance he was wearing wings. She imagined him shooting an arrow through her pulsating heart.