Chapter 1

PETE DRAKE GOT UP FROM THE BED AND stretched his arms high above his head. He yawned and looked at the sleeping girl. Her breasts were exposed and alternately rose and fell as she breathed evenly. Yawning once again, he moved away from the bed, found his shorts and put them on. Then he went to the bathroom, washed, and rubbed the bristles of his beard, wishing he had a razor. That was the trouble with shacking up overnight with a board in her apartment-women never had razors that were fit to be used on the face. He dried his skin and returned to the bedroom. The girl was sitting up and blinking her eyes. She made no move to cover her breasts from his frank gaze.

"Hi," she said sleepily. "How's your head?"

Pete grinned. "Okay, I don't have much of a hangover. Not from drinking. I'm hung-up on sex, I suppose. How do you feel?"

She grimaced. "Have a lousy taste in my mouth and my head aches. Get me an aspirin, will you? Over there on the dresser."

He got her two pills and a glass of water and watched her as she swallowed them. She was a pretty blonde, and her long hair, parted in the middle, hung down over her shoulders in an entrancing way. He hadn't noticed particularly the night before, but her skin was tanned and inviting. He wondered if she felt up to having sex again.

"Hey," she said at length. "I got pretty awful last night. Don't usually drink that much. Did I...act okay in bed?"

He grinned again. "You were great, just great, except maybe for one thing."

She brushed her hair out of her eyes, which were very blue, he noted again. "What's the one thing?"

"You went to sleep too soon, passed out."

Her hand flew to her mouth. "You mean I interrupted something good?"

Once more Pete grinned. "Yes."

Her eyes were wide now. "What did I interrupt?"

"Really want me to tell you?" He searched her eyes.

"Sure. Why not?" She sat up even straighter now.

"You were about to...how should I say it...take me orally."

She smiled and it was a nice smile, her teeth were white and pleasant to look at. "Well, how about that. Were you really disappointed? I mean, a lot?"

He nodded his dark head. "Naturally."

She giggled. "Gee, I'm sorry."

He took a deep breath. "Maybe you'd like to make up for it now."

She gave him an arch look. "Maybe I would. You'll have to wait till my hangover improves though."

"Glad to." He sat down on the bed.

She giggled again. "Hey, you know something? I can't remember your name."

"Pete Drake."

"You know mine?"

"Sure. Helen Marks. Right?"

She nodded. "You picked me up in that night Club. My friend and I had a fight and he cut out on me."

"That's what you told me."

"Boy, what a stinker he was. Wanted to marry me, all that jazz. But I don't want to get married yet. You married, Pete?"

"No."

"How come a tall, good-looking guy like you hasn't been scooped up?"

"I don't know. Maybe I don't want to be scooped up."

She pushed the sheet entire off impulsively. He immediately got an erection.

She giggled once more. "Does it startle you to see me in the nude? In board daylight, I mean?"

"It fascinates me," he said. "You have a hell of a fine body."

"What does it feel like to be a man and look at a girl's body?"

Pete laughed nervously. "Feels good."

She glanced down at his crotch and evidently saw the condition he was in, for she slowly pulled the sheet over her body. "Guess I'd better take it easy. You have a hot gleam in your eyes."

He laughed again. "You put it there."

She brushed at her hair. "If I didn't have this splitting headache, I'd let you."

"How about another aspirin?" he asked hopefully.

"No. They don't help much, not really."

"Maybe a drink. Do you have any juice in the place?"

"Yes, but I couldn't get it down." She made a face.

"Well then, maybe a bit of me," he suggested. She leaned her blonde head back on the pillow and smiled at him. "If you'll wait awhile, okay."

"I'll wait," he promised.

She giggled still again. "I'll bet you're thinking I'm just a teaser."

"No, I don't think that. I think you have a hangover."

"Thanks," she said. "You're a nice guy. I was too loaded last night to know if you were or not."

"You let me come home with you. You must have thought I was okay."

"I bought you home because I needed it badly."

Pete laughed soundlessly. "So did I, baby. Real bad."

She glanced down at the front of him again. "How's your...condition now?"

"Same thing. Don't worry. It'll keep till you're feeling better."

She blinked. "I just noticed something. You really are good-looking. I like a guy with thick, black hair and black eyes. You have nice white teeth, too. Do you think I'm pretty?"

He smiled. "Yes, very pretty."

"All those muscles," she said. "You an athlete or something?"

"No." He studied her. "You asked me that last night."

"Did I? Gee, guess I was more loaded than I thought. I don't remember much about last night."

"You remember us making love?"

She worked her mouth around as if she were thinking it over, trying to recall it. "Sort of. Guess

I'm kind of fuzzy about it."

"Want me to tell you about it?" he asked, liking the turn the conversation had taken.

She giggled. "I don't mind." Once again she giggled. "You'll have to excuse me, all this giggling. That's the kind of hangover I got. I feel silly."

"Sure, I know. I've had 'em myself. Enjoy yourself."

She stopped giggling. "What did we do when we got home? Did I drag you off to bed right away."

"We had a few more drinks first."

"Then what happened?" He grinned. "We undressed."

"Then what. Tell me."

"We climbed in bed."

She sighed. "Boy, you don't give it to me in one sentence, do you? You tell me a little at a time. Did I act real sexy or coy or what?"

"Little of everything. Sexy mostly."

"I'm a sexpot," she said. "I'm crazy about men."

"Good for you. I like girls who are crazy about men."

"Sometimes I'm a little too crazy about them."

"You mean like bringing home a guy you don't know? Me, for example?"

"Yes. That's pretty silly, don't you think?"

"Could be. It wasn't this time."

She sat up straight but held the sheet in front of her. "Tell me, when we got in bed did you climb on top of me right away?"

Pete smiled. "No. Not immediately. We fooled around for a time."

She frowned a little. "Funny thing. I can't seem to remember it. I know I must have enjoyed myself. Never had drinking do this to me before."

"You appeared to enjoy yourself."

Her lips parted slightly. "Did you.....tick it in tough? You know what I mean?"

Pete found it hard to believe that she didn't remember anything. "I guess so," he told her.

She giggled once more. "Bet you think I'm nuts, asking you all these stupid questions."

"They aren't stupid. I like talking about last night."

She stretched her arms above her head. "Think my headache is beginning to let up. Maybe we won't have to talk about sex, maybe we can try it."

He grinned. "I'm ready."

"Not right now," she said hastily. "Give me a little more time."

"Sure, take all the time you need." He tried not to grind his teeth in annoyance.

She rubbed her upper lip with a forefinger. "My nose itches. What's that mean?"

"Means your nose itches."

She laughed lightly. "You're a comedian."

Pete laughed, also. "I doubt that, but I like to be called one."

Once again she glanced at his crotch. "How is it, still with you?"

He nodded.

She sighed. "Bet you think I'm awful. Do you?"

"No. What makes you say that?" He moved over on the bed a little, closer to her.

"I talk and talk about it, but I won't do it."

He took her hand between his larger ones. "I think you will when you're ready."

"Oh, I'm ready now, actually. It's just that I like putting things off. I'm like that. Anticipation. That sort of thing."

He released her hand and reached under the sheet. His fingers came in contact with her warm, smooth flesh. He ran his hand up her leg until he was lightly touching her cunt. The furriness of it felt good as he made little circling movements with his palm.

She breathed more quickly. "Oh...that...feels good, Pete. Do it...do it some more."

He continued the movement for a time and then stopped abruptly.

"Don't stop," she begged, her eyes half-closed now.

He removed his hand from beneath the sheet. "Can't keep that up, baby. Something will happen if I do."

Her eyes opened all the way. "Are you really that hot?"

"Naturally. I'm not made of stone." She frowned, but prettily. "You think I am."

"No. Not at all. I know better."

"You mean about...last night. What did I do to you?"

"I told you, part of it."

"Did I really try to take you orally?"

"Sure. It was great while it lasted."

"Hey," she said. "I never tried that before. Wonder what came over me."

He smiled tightly. "Whatever it was, I wish it would return."

She lifted the sheet carefully, held it up high and suddenly threw it off the bed. Curling up in the fetal position, she leveled her gaze on his shorts in a meaningful way. He held his breath momentarily as he saw the undisguised lust come into her eyes.

"How's your headache?" he asked nervously.

"It's gone, pretty much. Do you want to fool around with me?"

"Yes, I do. Anything in particular you'd like me to do?"

She uncurled her body and smiled lazily over at him. "Whatever you like, Pete. Use your imagination."

He turned her slightly so that she lay flat on her back, her legs together. She looked beautiful in this position. He felt the excitement growing in him. Bending over, he kissed her tummy lightly and saw the muscles there quiver a bit. He straightened up, grinned. "I gather you liked that."

"Wonderful," she breathed. "Go all over me."

His hand pressing on the bed to hold him up, he leaned over and up and took a nipple between his lips. He played with it, using his tongue until he felt her grabbing his hair and pulling on it hard enough to hurt. "Hey," he said. "Take it easy. That's all the hair I've got, baby."

Immediately she released him only to grab him around the neck. She pressed his face down on her breasts and began to stroke the back of his neck as she made little cooing sounds. He kissed her breasts going from one to the other. The nipples became firm and her breathing increased in tempo. Pete's heart was pumping fast now as he shoved his shorts down his legs. He felt her hand fumbling for him, felt her touch his cock and grab hold of it in no uncertain manner.

"Boy," she breathed. "It's so hot."

"Good for you, baby," he mumbled, too excited to speak clearly.

"Hey," she said, half sitting up. "You ought to see the lust in your eyes. Wow."

Pete grinned tightly again. "What did you expect to see?"

She giggled. "That was a silly thing to say, wasn't-it?"

He didn't answer but leaned over again and this time kissed her body in several places. She drew one leg up and sighed deeply.

"Pete," she said. "Down...there...you know. Make me hotter."

"All right." He moved his mouth downward and ran his tongue over her furry pussy. This excited him so much he had to stop it after a moment. There was a very great danger that he would end the whole bit before it was started.

"What'd you stop for?" she complained.

He drew himself up on the bed, parting her legs with his knee. Pushing her down on her back, he crawled between her legs" and settled down on her, holding his cock with one hand to steer it. When the insertion was made he didn't move for a long moment but held himself aloft and looked down into her half-closed eyes. She was panting like a long distance runner.

"Man," she sighed, "that feels great."

Pete lowered himself until his weight rested on his left elbow. With his right hand placed at the back of her neck to hold her firmly, he began to move and with each stroke penetrated more deeply into her body.

"Man," she repeated, though more fiercely, "That feels...just...great." She began to move her loins around as he penetrated more and more.

"That's it," he muttered. "But not too hard. Don't break contact, baby."

She was stroking his back now and later actually raking his skin with her nails. He scarcely felt this-he was too absorbed in the business of taking her. Her body was very warm and moist and the firmness of her flesh pleased him immensely. He hated women whose flesh was loose and unpleasant to look at, to feel. Her body was strong for a woman's, there wasn't an ounce of fat on her anywhere.

"Hey!" she cried. "That's it. You hit it just right, man."

He found her mouth and pressed his own on it, holding his lips there for a long time. She ran her tongue over his with reckless abandon and never once did she cease moving her loins about, up and down, meeting his thrust expertly. He felt himself going deeper and deeper inside her. The feeling was intense and he discovered his body was trembling from excitement.

"Come on, man!" she cried. "Pick it up. Faster!"

He did as she asked. Moving very fast now, he wondered how long he could keep it going. He was ready to release at any moment but didn't want to until she had reached her peak. He wanted her to remember this session for a long time. Who could tell? A guy never knows when he is going to be temporarily hard up and need it quickly. It was a smart idea to have a chick handy and ready, not that he looked upon her as being only a stopgap sort of thing. Not at all. She was far too lovely to be relegated to that.

' "Oh!. . . " she cried. "You drive me almost crazy, it feels so great."

"Me, too," he said. He was breathing so hard he could barely speak.

"Come on, man," she breathed in his ear. "Give it to me. I can't stand this any longer."

Perhaps it was her words alone that did it or perhaps the way she spoke them, but something exploded in his brain at the same time a similar occurrence took place elsewhere. She lifted her loins high to receive and when it was done and over with, she continued to pump at him.

He was too tired to try again at the moment.

Gradually, he slowed down his movements until he carne to a complete halt. He lay flat on her, feeling her breasts pressed against his chest. It was a nice feeling, their bodies locked together in this tight and fierce embrace. After a few moments of rest he began to move in her again but very slowly.

"Oh, Pete...again? Can you, please can you?"

"I don't know," he said.

"Oh, I hope so, man. You're the greatest, absolutely the greatest."

He doubted that, but it was nice to hear. He continued to move in her but noticed his erection wasn't quite as hard as it had been. She apparently realized what was happening, for she immediately took his face in her hands, pulling his mouth to hers and running her tongue over his feverishly. She bit him lightly on the tongue, the lips, even the chin.

"Please, man," she said tensely. "Don't quit on me, I need it. More of it. Lots more of it."

The urgency of her tone set him up in fine style. The firmness came back quickly and he increased the speed of his movements. She released his face and pressed her hands on his buttocks fiercely, at the same time moving her hips about almost as if in desperation. This set him off even more and he grabbed her by the shoulders and pumped back.

"That's it, Pete!" she cried. "Keep it that way!"

He kept it that way all during the act and then it was finished. This time he was really tired. He moved off her and lay flat on his back fighting to regain his breath.

She was purring like a contented kitten now and suddenly she flung her body over his, pulling herself up on top of him. She lay there, her breasts pressing down hard on his chest, her stomach muscles quivering, her breath striking the side of his face. She gave a little happy cry and kissed his mouth hungrily.

Obviously, what she had said was true. She was a hot little sexpot. Pete sighed deeply from satisfaction and, placing his hand over her box, closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. When he woke later she was gone from the bed, and, as it turned out, from the apartment.

He got dressed and went home, sorry that he couldn't say good-bye to her.