Chapter 7

PETE WAS NO COOK, BUT HE WAS HUNGRY AND instead of going out to eat breakfast, as he usually did, decided to fry a couple of eggs and make coffee. He got the eggs done without burning them too badly, and the coffee, while not great, was drinkable.

After he had eaten, he dressed and left the apartment, going out the front way instead of the rear, as he so often did. He reached the sidewalk just as a black Pontiac drove up and stopped, "Pete," a woman's voice called to him.

He stopped, turned around and saw Helen getting out of the car. She came to him and he took in her lovely appearance. She was wearing a short skirt and a sweater that revealed her bosom nicely. Her long, blonde hair was parted neatly in the middle and had been brushed carefully. (He supposed that was what she had done to it-it didn't look like a professional hairdo.)

"Hi," he said shortly, remembering how she had ordered him to leave her place. "What's on your mind?"

"Please, Pete, don't be annoyed with me. Come and get in the car. We can ride around while I talk to you."

"Suppose I don't want to talk to you."

"Then you can listen," she said, and smiled nicely.

He had nothing to do today, so why not go with her? It was silly being annoyed at her. "AH right," he said. "Let's go."

They climbed into her car and she drove off, neither of them saying much until they had reached the country. She had previously turned off the free-way and now they were on a narrow side road. She slowed the car down and finally brought it to a halt near a small picnic area. She looked the spot over briefly and drove the car into the little park and cut the motor.

"There," she said. "Ideal place to talk. No one else around."

He plunged right in with it. "You don't want to talk-you want me to lay you, baby."

She laughed. "Are you reading my mind?"

Pete reached over and squeezed her leg. "Not very hard to do that, Helen."

She laughed again and fumbled in her purse. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes, she nervously offered one to him. He took the pack and turned it over in his hand.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"I never knew you smoked English cigarettes." The brand was the same as the one he had found in his apartment.

"I don't. A man came to see George, left his pack. George gave them to Jeanie who gave them to me."

"I see." He returned the pack to her and she lighted one, not 'waiting for him to do it for her. "Take a few drags on that thing and throw it away."

"Why, Pete, are you ordering me around?" She smiled when she asked it.

"Yes, One more drag and give it a toss out the window."

She did so and turned to look into his eyes. "Have you got hot pants or something?"

"Always have," he said, and ran his hand beneath her skirt. He felt the smooth skin of her thigh and it excited him. He pulled her closer to him, placing his other arm about her neck. Kissing her lips wetly, he ran his hand higher on her thigh, allowing it to rest on her box. He couldn't feel the skin of it through her panties, of course, so he inserted his hand under them. Now he could touch her there, could feel the furriness of it.

"Pete," she said softly, "do you think this is wise? A car might drive up, maybe the cops or someone like that."

"Hell with 'em," he said recklessly. The truth was he was as rigid as he could be.

She giggled. "There's something about getting made in a car that thrills me. Haven't done it since I was a teen-ager."

"Think you'd better drive the car behind that clump of bushes," he told her, changing his mind a little and not being quite so reckless. "It would be awful if we were interrupted at the wrong moment."

She giggled again and started the motor, pulling the car around a tree carefully and stopping it in back of the tall bushes. "There, how's that? Can we be seen from the road?"

"Not by a casual glance anyway."

She cut the motor and leaned over against him.

Once again he placed his hand inside her panties and worked his fingers a bit. She sighed and spread her legs far apart. "There's a certain place you touched," she said, straining for breath. "Man, it felt wonderful."

He played with her there for a while and then removed her panties and got down on his knees in front of her. He was about to make the insertion (with her clinging fiercely to him) when he heard the sound of a car motor. He cursed and straightened up. A car was pulling into the picnic area. Pete could barely see the top of it as it came to a halt. He swore again and sat up on the seat.

"Of all the lousy luck," she muttered. "Why can't people mind their own business."

"They'll go away after a time. All we have to do is sit here and wait."

She seemed to pay no attention to this. "Pete, I was really scared when that fool George pulled my gun on you. He was drunk and mean. He would have shot you."

"He couldn't have very well," he said dryly. "I knocked the gun away from him. You mean Jeanie would have plugged me."

"I was surprised at her doing that, grabbing up the gun and pointing it at you. I guess she was afraid you might hurt George. She doesn't want anything to...happen to him."

"So I gathered," he said even more dryly. "No use in losing a guy with lots of loot to spend."

Helen's eyes took on a strange glint momentarily. "Well, what's wrong with being loyal to a man?"

"Nothing."

She just looked at him.

"Seems to me you were loyal to him, too. You told me to beat it when she held the gun on me. Have you forgotten? How come you weren't loyal to me?"

"I was confused," she said, and looked away from him. A moment later she said, "Please, let's don't discuss that any more. While we're waiting for these people to leave, why not put your hand under my skirt again? I'd like that better, much better." She placed her blonde head on his shoulder and added. "You can make me have an orgasm with your finger, you know. Why waste time?"

He laughed. "You're one of the most oversexed girls I've ever known; There's nothing you won't do, is there?"

Her blue eyes were wide now. "No. I don't think so. Why restrict yourself if you want it real bad?"

"You have a good point there."

"How come you never married, Pete?" She placed her leg over his, her skirt creeping high and exposing most of her thighs.

"I don't know. I guess I like to play the field too well."

"Me, too. If I were ever to get married I'd like to have seven husbands, one for each day of the week."

They laughed together. "I doubt if you'd find seven men willing to share you," he told her. "You're too desirable. A guy-likes to have his own woman. He doesn't want to share her with some other guy."

She sighed. "Yes, I know that. Men are funny."

"So are women," he said defensively.

"But in a different way."

"In a different way, yes."

"How old were you when you took your first girl?"

"Sixteen, I think."

"Honestly?"

"I think so."

"Was she any good."

"I thought so, at the time."

"You really liked it, huh?"

"I really liked it."

"You know how old I was my first time."

"How would I know that."

"I was thirteen."

"Kind of young to start, wasn't it?" She shook her head. "Lots of girls get it even younger."

"Funny. I couldn't locate any of them when I was thirteen."

"That's because boys don't know how at thirteen. They treat a girl with what they call respect, whether she wants it or not."

"Boys are constantly being told to do that, you know."

"Sure. I know that. Too bad. Toobadfor the boys, I mean. The girls, too. Fortunately, not all the boys pay attention to what they've been told."

Pete grinned. "Interesting, but all this talk isn't getting rid of our company in the other car."

She paid no attention to this, either. "Pete, how old are you?"

"Thirty."

She bit her lips. "Have you ever thought what it would be like to rape a very young girl, say thirteen?"

"No. I don't think so. A girl of thirteen would leave me cold. I prefer a grown woman to a kid."

"Do most guys feel that way?"

"I don't know. Some do, some don't, I suppose."

"I wonder what it would be like to be raped by a young boy," she murmured.

"You're kidding."

"No, I'm not. I really am curious. I'll bet it would really be something exciting."

Pete drew in his breath. "If you really want to find out," he said dryly, "I imagine you could arrange for it to happen."

She laughed and patted his leg. "I'm just indulging in sexual fantasy. I wouldn't want that to happen. I'd probably get all torn up."

He doubted that she would run away from it if it happened or put up much of a fight. It wouldn't do to put this into words, however. There was no use in offending her. Possibly it would offend her. "The car," he observed, "is still there. Maybe they brought a basket lunch."

"I don't hear any sounds," she told him. "They're very quiet on the other side of those bushes." She giggled. "Wouldn't it be something if it was a guy and a gal and they know we're here and are hoping we'll leave."

Pete laughed softly. "It could be something like that. Maybe I should take a sneak look at them."

She pressed her hand on his leg. "No, don't, please. Stay here. They're bound to leave sooner or later and then you can make love to me."

"You ever think about anything else?" he inquired good-naturedly.

Again she giggled. "Not if I can help it."

He ran his hand up her leg. "How does that feel, baby?"

She sighed. "Feels good. Would feel better if you'd go farther with it."

"I'd better not. Might be cops in that other car."

"Yes, I know. Damn the cops."

He shrugged. "Light me one of your English cigarettes, will you?"

She did so, handing it to him. He took a couple of drags on it and snubbed it out, making a face. "Got perfume or something in it. Sickening. Sissy cigarette."

"I think so, too."

Pete ran his hand over her leg a bit more and then withdrew it. There was no point in getting himself all bothered and then not being able to do anything about it. He would wait till the other car had gone.

"Pete," she said, apparently not noticing that he had stopped caressing her, "you're an insurance man, aren't you?"

"Yes." He was surprised. As near as he could recall, he had never told her what business he was in.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about in the first place. Jeanie wants to take out a policy on George. Can she?"

"Life insurance?" he asked carefully.

"Y-yes. Can she do that?"

"You mean without his knowledge?"

Helen hesitated. "I think so. Is it...I mean, can she do it?"

"Yes."

"Some states you can't. Right."

"Right."

"Do you have to know why, your company, I mean?"

"We'll make certain inquiries, yes."

She laughed nervously. "What a gruesome thought I just had. I suppose if someone were intending to...murder someone...then-well, I don't know what I'm saying, do I?"

"I don't know. Don't you?"

She patted his knee. "Oh, the hell with it. I'm not interested in what Jeanie does. I'm interested in you."

I'll bet, he thought. Aloud he said, "I think they've started the motor, the other car."

They both listened and the car had been started. A moment later it began to pull out of the park. Then it came to a complete stop again and the driver cut the motor. Both Pete and Helen swore.

"Maybe we'd be better off going somewhere else," she suggested.

"We can't get out the drive until the other car leaves."

"I'm going to take a look at them," she told him, and got out of the car quietly.

He watched her creep close to the bushes and peered over them. She stood absolutely motionless for a long time. Then she came back to the car, her eyes filled with more lust than he had ever seen in them. "Man," she whispered. "They're at it, no kiddin'."

"Making love?"

"Yes. A young kid and girl. She's sitting on his lap. Wow!" Helen began to giggle.

Pete grinned. "Better get in the car. You'll lose your mind if you watch that."

She went around the car and climbed in breathlessly. "But what a nice way to lose your mind."

"Yeah," he said, his pulse quickening. The truth was, he wasn't above taking a peek at them himself but didn't want to admit it. "Maybe," he went on, "we can start something of our own. What do you think?"

"Wait awhile."

He was astonished. This was the first time she had ever said anything like this when it came to indulging in sex. "Okay, we'll wait, if you say so." Pete was let down.

"Hey, don't look that way. I just meant I want to think about what I just saw. Man, it's exciting to see someone else."

Pete said nothing. He didn't yet care to admit that even he had a certain desire for the practice of voyeurism, although every man had, whether he admits it or not.

"I've changed my mind," she told him. "Let's do it...now."

"Just like that, eh?" He was slightly irked at her for some reason. "You're ready, so let's do it. What if I'm not ready?"

A strange look came over her face. "Oh, I thought you were anxious to get started. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound bossy."

He said nothing because the other car's motor had been started again. A moment later he knew the reason for it. He could just barely see the police cruiser that had turned in to the park drive. The other car started to pull out onto the highway. Pete heard the acceleration of the car and knew it was a sports job by the roar of the motor. The police car followed the other and both disappeared from view.

"That's one way to get rid of company," he observed. "The trouble is, the cops may have seen us, too, and in that case they'll be back to investigate."

"PuU around the bush and park where you're supposed to."

"Good idea." He drove the car around the bushes and stopped it on the driveway. He shut off the motor.

"Put your arm about me, Pete. I love the feel of your arm."

He placed his arm over her shoulder and drew her close to him. She put her head on his shoulder as she had done ear Her and immediately he felt the hard-on coming. Apparently, she sensed this, for she touched him lightly with her hand. He stiffened his body and she began to massage him through his pants.

"Unzip me, baby," he said urgently.

She did so and removed him and began to run her hand up and down. He couldn't stand much of this and was glad when she stopped it. He wasn't glad when he saw the cause of her stopping. The police car had drawn in behind them and a young cop was getting out. Pete zipped himself quickly and she pulled away from him. They waited for the cop and it was only a a second before he had bent over and was inspecting the rear of the car as well as the two front seat occupants.

"I don't see a lunch basket," the cop said. "Taking a rest?"

"Yes," Pete said. "Anything wrong with that?"

"Not a thing," the cop said. "Were you here when we chased the other car out?"

Pete considered his answer briefly. "No."

The young cop grinned. "Okay, you seem all right to me." He left and walked back to the cruiser and got in. There was another cop driving and Pete and Helen watched them casually as the car pulled away and disappeared.

"Whew," Helen said. "I thought sure he'd say he recognized the car as being here before."

"He did. He just didn't know what .to say about it."

"Well...we aren't breaking any law, are we."

"Not right now."

She sighed. "Oh, Pete...you mean we're going to?"

He nodded and drove in back of the bushes and stopped the car. Reaching in beneath her skirt, he drew her panties down, climbed between her legs and made a swift, brutal insertion.

She squealed. "I'd say you're correct, Pete. We're gonna break the law. Right?"

"Right," he grunted, and thrust it in all the way.

"Give it to me, darling," she breathed. "All of it."