Chapter 11
I didn't know where I was in the morning. I had to sit up and look at her a moment before it came back to me.
Sometime during the night we had kicked the rug from us, and she looked very blonde and pale on the bearskin. She was sprawled on her back with her legs apart and her hands drawn up like paws. She looked comically like a dog doing a trick, and I laughed, and that woke her.
I was sitting there with a big hard-on, because I am always horny like that in the morning, and when she saw that she was very much awake. She pulled the blanket up and covered herself, but she didn't try to cover me.
"How long have you been awake?" she asked.
"Oh, a long time," I said.
"You were sitting there looking at me while I was asleep?"
"There isn't much else to look at. Does it matter?" I said.
"It gives me a creepy feeling to think of lying there naked and having you look at me."
"A creepy feeling?"
"Well, not creepy. But almost."
"You didn't mind showing everything you had last night. How in the hell do you suppose you happen to be naked now?"
"That was different. I wasn't asleep, and besides I was tight."
I slid my hand under the blanket and ran it up her leg. She jumped and pinched her thighs together. That was all right with me. I know a lot of women who are all right and easy to lay at any other time, but who aren't any good in the morning. I stood up and went to the pile of clothes on the floor and hunted until I found my watch. I had forgotten to wind it, and it had stopped.
"I wonder if it's noon yet? I have to get back to the lake for a rehearsal," I said.
Laddie said to turn on the radio, and I did. After a few minutes someone said that it was two minutes before twelve. I set my watch and when I turned she was still huddled in the blanket.
"Haven't you had enough sleep?" I asked.
"I'm waiting for you to get out of the room so I can dress."
I told her not to be an ass and started to get into my own clothes. She didn't make a move, so when I was dressed, I left her and went outside to look around. In a few minutes she had dressed and walked out.
"I did something very foolish last night," she said. "It would be better for both of us if we forgot all about it—if we forgot that we even knew each other."
"Not so fast. I don't want to forget about that money that's coming to me," I said.
She gave me a look that was supposed to wither me, and that did make me sore. I wasn't used to having broads cold-ass me like that after I had fucked them.
"You'll have your money," she said.
She drove. I suggested that we stop to have something to eat, and at the first place that looked good we went in to have breakfast. After we had eaten she was a little more pleasant, but she still wasn't the way I would have liked her to be. I was still sore about it, but I found out that I could think of ways to spend my lottery money and then I didn't give a damn about Laddie Jones or how she felt about me. There wasn't any mention of the wonderful country club either.
When she left me off at the lake she shook my hand.
"You're all right. I just don't know what I want," she said.
That wasn't any great surprise to me, but I didn't say that. I watched her drive off, and then saw Hope standing a little way off watching me.
"Hi," I said.
She said hello and fell in step while I walked up to the cottage.
"I knew that you wouldn't be back last night. I was pretty lonely," Hope said.
"She came up to see me on business."
"Yeah, I know the kind of business you were away on last night. You were laying her."
"That's a good guess. Now see if you can guess the rest of it. The important part."
So I told her about the lottery. She was very excited about it.
"I'm going to marry you. I'll go to court and say that you fucked me and knocked me up and then you'll have to marry me and I'll be rich," she said laughingly.
I asked her not to say anything to the boys about it for a while, and then we went into the cottage.
One thing had happened during the week that Hope had been with the band. That was that she had gotten into the habit of hanging around the cottage when the boys were there and they had become very casual about wearing any clothes while she was there. So far as I knew they never bothered her much after the first night, but they seemed to get a kick out of showing themselves off to her. Nobody said anything, but almost everytime she showed up there was someone showing off his dong and nuts.
That day it was Skeets. He hadn't been there when we came in, but after I had finished shaving and went into the front room he was lying naked on the couch reading a magazine while Hope talked to Nickie. He had tucked his prick and his balls between his legs so that it looked as though he had a cunt instead of male organs, and Hope kept glancing at him while she talked to Nickie. When I came in on my way upstairs she followed, and as soon as we got to my room she went after me.
She pushed me onto the bed and pulled open my zipper and stuck her hand in after my cock. After the way Laddie and I had said good-bye it was nice to have somebody get hot for me.
She pulled off my trousers and my shorts and pushed my shirt up on my belly. I had started to sprout a beautiful hard-on, but my prick was still soft enough to be pushed around, and Hope shoved it back between my legs and then closed them together.
"I never thought of trying that. It looks just like a cunt" she said.
She rubbed my belly with her cheek and sniffed.
"It smells like a cunt, too" she said. She squirmed and pressed her face on my belly and kissed me. She whispered.
"It makes me real hot."
I opened my thighs and let my prick jump up at her, but she pushed it back down. She put her fingers on my hair and ran them back and forth, and then she pinched the skin until she had made a shallow groove, and she slid a finger through that.
"I think that Roy and I must have something in common. I feel awfully—awfully—what's the word again?"
"Lesbian," I said.
Hope kissed my thighs and she kissed into my hair, just along the edges.
"That's that girl's cunt-ooze I smell, isn't it? Did you suck her twat and kiss around her ass-hole the way I'm kissing around you?"
"You forget about what I did when I was with her," I said.
"I will if you'll tell me if you did french her and what it was like."
"Why do you want to know that?"
"Because I think that I want to french somebody. A woman. I like the way you smell on your cock this afternoon."
"What's the matter with sucking pricks? I thought that you liked going down on me."
"I do, but I thought that it might be fun to try with a woman's cunt too. I never did, and I thought that you could tell me what it was like."
She stopped talking to kiss me between my legs. She ploughed her tongue through the hairy slit she had pinched up in her fingers and after she had licked me for a moment she started to suck. She stopped in a little while.
"That tasted good at first. But now it doesn't have any more taste, and it isn't juicy."
"If you want to try sucking a cunt why don't you go out and get yourself one? There's plenty of smelly pussy here every night," I said.
I was only half joking. Hope and I both knew that she was only partly serious about what she was saying. Most of the really hot cunts I have known have had some lesbian streak in them, although not very many have ever gotten around to sucking other twats or being sucked by another woman.
"I wouldn't know how to start. I couldn't take a girl for a walk and then start feeling her up the way you do."
"Why not?"
"I don't know. But if I ever have a chance to do that I guess you'll have to fix it for me. Would you do that? If I really wanted to go down on a pussy would you furnish the woman?"
"Do you want me to?"
Hope put her face close to my ear, and her breath tickled my neck.
"Sometime I will. I'll tell you when I want to taste twat."
My prick had grown too hard and stiff to be comfortable pressed between my legs, and when the girl put her head down to my thighs again I was glad to open them and let my cock jump up. She grabbed for it with her mouth and got most of it in. She sucked and then she pulled her mouth slowly away, and shook her head.
"That taste does something to me. Usually when I go down on anybody I just think of his cock being in my mouth, but when it tastes like that I keep thinking of your prick going into a cunt and getting all wet, the head big and red and then shooting a lot of sperm and coming out sticky."
She held my prick and jerked off the shaft with one hand, and with the other she lifted her skirt and when she had it up she pulled down the pants she was wearing. She put her fingers into her bush and tickled herself, and then she began to pull and play with the lips of her cunt. Her fingers became wet at once.
"I'm the juiciest woman I know. If the woman you're going to get me is as messy as I am I'm not certain that I'll want to suck her."
"That's what makes it nice," I said.
"Then I must be awfully nice."
I told her she was nice, and then I pushed her face back to my prick. She took it all in her mouth without a word, but when I started feeling up her legs toward hr cunt she shook her head. That was all right with me. If she wanted to play stink-finger with her own cunt that was her business. It certainly didn't interfere with the way she sucked my dick.
She rolled it around in her mouth, having a fine time, and I was having a fine one too. She would French me more and then stop sucking and jerk off the shaft until the knob began to show a few drops of juice and then she would French me some more. And all the time she kept one hand at her cunt, with her fingers going in and out.
"I'd like you to shoot in my mouth, if that woman left any sperm at all in your balls."
She had just stuck my cock back into her mouth after saying that when Joey walked into the room. He stopped. Hope looked up at him without taking her mouth away from my cock, but she did stop jerking herself off.
"Excuse me. I thought this was the bathroom," said Joey.
He went across the room and got his case and went back to the door.
"Nickie says he would like to have a rehearsal in a little while," he said.
He went out, and when he was gone, Hope giggled. "Why didn't you ask him to stay? We don't want to be rude to Joey," she said.
I sat on the edge of the bed and pushed Hope onto her knees on the floor and held her with my legs. I rubbed my cock on her lips, and she stopped jerking herself off and held my shaft with both hands. My cock was ready to shoot, and it was very big. After Hope dropped her head and held it in her mouth I wondered how she ever managed to take that much.
She held my prick in her two hands and squeezed it until the end bulged purple. She pinched my balls like the bulb on an old fashioned air horn, and while she was doing that, I shot. She had been licking the knob, but just at the moment that I shot she had drawn her head back and the spurting semen splatted across her closed mouth.
Without waiting to lick the sperm off, she stuck my whole prick into her mouth and sucked it while I finished shooting. I laid my hands along her throat and could feel her swallowing every drop.
When I had shot and it was all over there was sperm on her face and on my cock and my belly where it had smeared. Hope ran her tongue over her mouth and then licked the globs from the belly and my cock. She sucked my belly where the stuff was, and when she was finished she had left half a dozen red marks on my skin.
"There's a rehearsal," she said.
She held my shorts for me to step into. I asked her what she was going to do about herself and she said that it was all right.
"I like to tease myself, sometimes. You don't have to worry about that," she said.
I got my instruments and we went downstairs. Everyone else had gone. Hope tucked her skirt up and walked ahead of me, slapping her bare ass with every step. When she got to the door she gave her ass a shake and the skirt came tumbling down again.
"It's too bad that I have to hide that. If I could walk around with my ass bare for a while I'll bet that I could find a woman who would like to French with me," she said.
"She wouldn't be able to get through the mob of men," I said.
Hope thought about that while we were walking down to the place.
"I could carry a sign: "Women and Children First." I said.
"And Lottery winners," she added.
"Forget about that stuff. I don't have the loot yet. I don't want the guys to know about it for awhile," I said.