Chapter 6

We arrived in town at a bad time of day for me, because the sun was just going down and I have never gotten over being a kid and feeling lousy about that time of day. Hope said that if she got a cab out to her house her old man would be gone when she got there. There wasn't any reason for me to and several reasons why I shouldn't go, so I put her in a cab and told her I'd meet her at the station.

I wandered around trying to think of a way that I could pass some time without spending too much money. I finally went down to Grauber's, a little joint that all the musicians hang out at and I found a few of the cats I knew.

I had a few drinks and listened to a lot of talk and heard who was playing where and who was coming up and who was going down and who was dead or ought to be, and in that way I managed to kill time in a fairly pleasant manner. I didn't forget about Hope, though.

I went back to the terminal, bought a magazine and some peanuts and waited for her to show.

I had an idea that she might not show up at all. The more I see of people the less I depend on anything happening as it is planned. I had a feeling that once she was back home, maybe in her own room that she had slept in ever since she was a kid and all that, she might change her mind about wanting to sing with the band. Or was it possible that her old man would return to find her there and keep her there. Any number of things might have happened, and the closer it got to the time when our bus was to leave, the more certain I was that they had happened.

I went to the ticket window and bought just one ticket and then I went back and ate some more peanuts. I had no intention of waiting for a later bus if she didn't show on time. But about three minutes before bus time she came running into the station with two suitcases. She was wearing a knitted suit, and at first I didn't recognize her.

"I didn't mean to take so long. I had to leave a lot of things behind, and I knew that what I left there I wouldn't see again, and it was hard to decide what to take."

Her eyes were too bright, as though she had been crying. I didn't say anything about that, and I took the suitcases and we went out on the platform where the bus was pulling in.

"Damn," she said. "Damn, damn, damn."

"I thought you didn't like him," I said.

She sat down on one of the suitcases while we waited for the passengers to get off and while a new driver took the place of the one who had come in and she looked down the platform.

"I don't like him. I don't like that house. But I feel a little bit lost. I feel like I were going off on a trip to the moon, or something,"

Once the city had been left behind Hope seemed to feel better. She stopped looking out of the window and took her hands out of her lap and put them in my lap. I got a hard-on from just her touch.

She felt around until she got her hand right over my prick and after she had rubbed her hand over it a few times I commenced to get an ache in my balls.

"You can do that as much as you like, but you aren't going to be screwed in this bus," I said. "I'm going to fuck that good-looking twat of yours in bed tonight.

Hope got her hand in my fly and slid her fingers around my prick and held it for a while. My prick got extra hard for a time, but when it started to soften again she took it out and then she took my balls out too.

"Just one little lick?" she said.

So she bent over the seat and put her head in my lap and her tongue on my balls and licked my dong. Every few minutes she would raise her head and take a drag on my cigarette or look out the window, but she got my shaft up again and she kept it that way. She had my bush hair so wet that when she put her lips into it and kissed me I could feel it squish, and she licked my balls so thoroughly that my pants were damp around them.

At the same time she kept moving the skirt of her suit up, and finally when she bent over me her one leg was bare to the hip. When the moon was traveling in the right direction, the moon came in on us and then her leg looked very white, but most of the time it was a soft, indistinct shape that was more exciting because part of it was shadowed.

Hope whispered to me. "Run your fingers up my leg. It gives me such a thrill when you do."

I traced my fingers from her knee to her hip, and when I did, she shuddered against

me and began sucking my prick hard. Because I didn't want any of the other passengers to stare around at us I patted her thighs very softly and soundlessly, and then slid my hand under her ass and goosed her right in the asshole. Hope jiggled her ass and squeezed my balls delicately while she licked the knob of my prick. Her tongue was very wet.

I slid a finger across her cunt-lips and tickled them and then I shoved it in and Hope gasped loudly. It was quiet in the bus and one or two people turned and looked back at us. Hope sat up very primly for a few minutes.

"Do that again in my pussy. I won't make a sound. I promise I won't," she said.

She bent over again and turned her ass up toward the window and then poked my cock into her mouth. Without sucking it very much, she held my prick in her lips and put

my hand on her ass.

I poked my finger into her again and used two others to open and close her cunt. Hope kept my prick in her mouth and I jerked her off by rubbing her hard clitoris until the bus began to slow down for the next stop. Then she sat up and pulled her skirt down.

"Wipe your mouth off. It looks too juicy," I said.

"My mouth gets that way when I smell oranges, too. Everybody says that I slobber when I go down on them or when I'm thinking about going down on them, and sometimes it isn't that at all, if there are orange anywhere in the room, my mouth does that. Isn't that funny?" she said.

"Does your cunt get wet when you smell oranges?"

"No, but it gets wet when I smell a prick. It honestly gets real gooey and if I'm going down on a man, when I get my nose near his cock I can feel juice begin to pour inside my cunny."

"Maybe you ought to use the other end more," I said.

"I don't french so much when I'm sober as when I'm tight. When I get tight I want to spend all my time on my knees with a cock shoved into my mouth. I shouldn't tell you this, but I love to feel that hot creamy stuff spurting down my throat. Do you know that every man's semen has a different taste?"

"I am not at all interested."

Hope pulled her skirt up and thrust her legs out as straight as she could get them in the cramped seat and looked at them. The gesture seemed to be a habit, and I wondered why she was so interested in her legs. I put my hand on one of them and squeezed it, and she pulled my hand up to her pussy.

"If you squeeze there, juice will come out," she said.

I squeezed her bush several times and she moved out to the edge of the seat and jiggled herself up and down on my fingers. I felt them become wet as they rubbed her cunt.

"If we don't stop this, neither of us is going to be in any shape to do any fucking later," I said to her.

"I'll just hold it. You hang on to me, too," she said.

She held my prick, squeezing it now and then, and I rubbed my fingers up and down in her pussy. That was how we rode the rest of the way to the lake.

By the time we got from the bus to the pier, I was damned sick of those two suitcases.

I unlocked the canoe and got the paddles from inside and we started off across the lake.

We got to the cottage where the Greek had fixed it for Hope to stay. We found her room and put the two suitcases away.

I patted Hope's ass trying to get her to lie down on the bed with me.

"It's too early to go to bed. Let's go get something to eat."

So we went back down to the Greek's and ate. Some of the fellows were there and the rest were in a poker game up at the house.