Chapter 5
Raul decided to accept Denise's invitation to the party. He was curious to see the sumptuous place that should have been his if Denise were his wife. It would be a particularly sweet morsel of satisfaction to hump a more than willing Denise right under Lefevre's nose.
As he approached the former estate, nothing seemed to have changed much. Off to the right was the garage with the small apartment over it. There was no light in the apartment. Raul wondered if anybody lived there now.
He paused on the outside and looked through the window into the brilliantly lighted living room. He recognized a few of the people there, and wondered how his presence would strike them.
He was sure that most of them shared the late Genet's opinion: Blood will always tell. Like father, like son. It was too bad they would never know that Raul was, in Roger's words, the 'brains' of the impending bank robbery. That would really confirm their opinion of him.
The room's center had been cleared and the rug rolled back to permit dancing. Raul saw Mareaux, the village mayor, and his plump wife out on the floor. They resembled two fat sausages being jerked like puppets on strings. Peronel, the village chief of police was dancing with a middle-aged woman Raul vaguely remembered.
Raul entered the room quietly and took up a position near the door, his back to the wall. Like the old American western gunfighters, he thought sardonically; never turn your back on a roomful of people.
He felt, rather than saw someone move up beside him. A voice said, "Well, Raul, I hardly expected to see you here."
He looked around into the cool blue eyes of Alain Despres, editor of the village newspaper. Despres was in his late fifties and was an outsider. He'd worked for a number of big-city papers before he had saved enough money to purchase the village paper some years ago. He was one of the few people in the village Raul had liked and respected.
"Hello, Alain." Raul took the hand Despres extended. "I couldn't very well turn down the only invitation I'd received from my old friends."
Alain laughed. "You did better than I to get an invitation. I just crashed, in hopes of picking up a few items for the paper.
"Such as what?"
"Oh -who gets loaded; who vomits on whom, whose wife it is that gets laid, and by whose husband."
"They haven't changed very much then, have they?"
"Not so you'd notice," Alain said drily.
"You'd really print all that?"
"Mon Dieu, no. I quote: 'A fine time was had by all at Denise Lefevre's party.' "
Raul turned slightly and let his glance roam the room. Against a far wall a small bar had been set up. Most of the people were collected around it, and among them he saw Denise and Edouard, whose face was flushed. Apparently he was well on his way to getting smashed. He wore an expensive dark Italian silk suit. Denise was in a white cocktail dress that billowed and swirled about her fine thighs as she moved.
"Edouard looks as though he's been living pretty high on the hog these days."
"From what I hear, the hog's damn near eaten up." Alain said with a sly laugh. "At least as fair as Denise is concerned. But you wouldn't know, about that, I suppose?"
Before he could answer, Raul received a whack on the back that sent him reeling into Despres, and a big voice boomed, "Raul, you old fish."
Raul straightened up to find Charles Peronel ready to give him another smack.
"Charles." He wrung the police officer's hand.
They had gone through school together, and if Raul had any close friend in the village, it had been Peronel. He was a big man, well over six feet, with a cheerful, horsey countenance. The years had fattened him, but he looked more slow-moving and amiable than ever.
"Why haven't you been in to see me?" He demanded. "You've been back in town for a week or more."
Raul finally pulled his hand free from the iron grip. "I've been meaning to, Charles." He threw a playful punch at the man's big belly. "I see that gut of yours hasn't shrunk any too much."
Charles chuckled. "You know me and the bottle. I've even got an icebox in the office these days. Drop around and we'll uncap a few."
All at once Raul knew that he would take up the offer. The last piece of his plan fell into place. Tuesday morning, while Roger and Lamar were busy at the bank, he would be in Peronel's office drinking wine. He would be there when the police chief got the word. What better alibi could a man ask for.
Suddenly, close to his ear: "Raul, I didn't think you were ever coming."
He looked around at Denise. Dimly he heard Charles say, "I'll see you then, Raul," and he sensed the men moving away, leaving him alone with Denise. A room packed with people, yet they were alone, strangely alone.
The music from the stereo had a wild cadence, almost an erotic beat. The couples on the floor were waving and pressing, breasts and loins pressing closely together. As Denise led him to the floor, she kicked away her shoes.
"This one is only for you, darling," she said softly.
She snapped her fingers and picked up the beat of the music. She raised her arms high, the position lifting her marvelous titties until Raul feared they would pop out of the lowcut dress. Then she began.
With lips parted, the pink tip of her tongue darted in and out. She brought her hands all the way down her sides, then moving them, fingers spread over her pelvis, she performed a lascivious bump. Her gaze never left him. She followed the bump with a rolling grind, making her almost exposed breasts dance on their own. She ran her fingers to her hair, lifting it above her head, then gathered it into a knot on top. She executed several expert bumps and grinds, her titties heaving one way, her full rounded behind, another. All the time she looked hypnotically into his eyes.
He wondered where she had learned to dance like this. The demure Denise he had known wouldn't have known how -or if she had she wouldn't have had the boldness to dance this way in public. But five years is a long time, and Raul knew that even he had changed.
Suddenly he was aware of a slow withdrawal around them. The couples were pulling back to watch. There were low appreciative calls from the men and whispered comments from the women. Raul stepped close to Denise and caught her hand.
"Slow it down, baby," he whispered as he drew her off to one side.
"Why did you stop me? I was just getting warmed up."
"Every penis at the party is getting warmed up, too." He glanced past her and saw Edouard approaching. "All but your husband. I'd say he's warmed up but not quite the same way."
"That was a cheap and vulgar exhibition, Denise."
Calmly, without change of expression, she stuck out her tongue at him. Edouard reddened furiously. Without thinking, Raul began to laugh.
Edouard whirled on him, his eyes narrowing until they nearly disappeared in folds of fat. "How much longer are you going to be around, LePlaise?"
Raul quelled an urge to slam his fist into the fat face. Instead he said bluntly, "I certainly appreciate your concern, Edouard, and I know that if I do decide to stay, I can count on you for any help I need."
Edouard's plump cheeks quivered with outrage. He said, "After what you did to my wife, I don't see how you had the nerve to come back. I should think you'd be ashamed-"
"What I did to her." Raul felt his temper boil. Denise's hand descended gently on his arm and he subsided. She said, "Come along, Raul. Let him stew in his own bitterness."
He went with her. Looking back, his anger lessened as he saw how apt her description had been. Lefevre in his rage did indeed look like a stewpot about to boil. He was bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet as he glared after them in frustration.
The small bar was, for the moment, deserted. Denise went behind it and Raul leaned on the end, watching her mix drinks.
He said, "Why does he put up with that kind of treatment from you? Why doesn't he...?"
She looked up with a wry smile. "Whack me around? He wouldn't dare. Besides, he's deathly afraid I'll get angry enough to leave and get an annulment. He cannot have children. Oh, he'd like to catch me screwing another man, so he'd have a hold over me, but if it ever comes to a separation, he'll have to give an accounting of the estate."
"Well, that shouldn't present any problem for him." Larry took the drink she held out.
"Other people's money, yes. But when it comes to his own, he's a dimwit. He's gone through most of what Papa left me. I don't want to talk about him. Not now." She glanced around the room, then took his hand from the bar and drew it down, pressing it against her snatch. He could feel the curly crisp ness of the pussy hairs as she rubbed it against his hand. "Since last night I've thought of nothing but you, Raul," she continued in a throbbing whisper. "Let's go where you can put your darling shaft into my cunt and where I can feel your hot sperm in my body."
Raul pulled his hand away reluctantly. "I'm for that, baby, but I fail to see how we can manage it right now."
"Darling, remember the boathouse? We can go there."
Raul looked around the room again. Edouard was talking with two men. From the way it looked, he would be occupied for some time. Then he saw Peronel approaching the bar.
"We can't get away now," he said.
"I'll go out the back way," Denise murmured quickly. "I'll wait for you in the boathouse. Get away when you can. But please hurry."
She was gone so quickly that Raul doubted that Peronel had noticed her. "Well, Raul, drinking alone?" he said in his low bellow. "Pour us both a good drink.?
Raul poured him a generous drink. Then he pulled out a cigar, unwrapped it and lit it. Under cover of activity, he raked the room with his eyes. Denise had indeed disappeared.
Edouard was still talking.
"Excuse me a second, Charles. I see someone I want a word with."
He clapped the big man on the shoulder and made his way slowly through the dancers until he was sure Peronel could no longer see him. Then he dodged mt the door, hurrying along the veranda and started for the boathouse.
He went along the lake's edge. He tossed his cigar into the water, watching until the spinning red coal was dovsed, then went into a room at the rear of the boathouse proper, a small area used for storage.
"Denise?"
"Over here, darling. And close the door; you're making a draft."
The room was pitch black. He moved toward her voice, the scent of her perfume. He stumbled over things, cursed aloud. The low sound of her laughter guided him. Then his hand encountered the webbing of a deck chair, and his fingers brushed bare skin, moved down and found more bare skin, plus some curly, silky hair which could be only an eager cunt yearning for his prick.
"Ooooh. Your hands feel like ice." she cried. "Here darling, give them to me and I'll warm them." She took his hands and pressed them between her breasts, crossed her arms and squeezed. Her flesh was soft and warm and resilient. "Ah, that's better. They're warming right up."
She groped for and found his mouth in the dark. Hers was hot and sweet, flavored with liquor. She darted her tongue in and out of his month.
Then he felt her hands fumbling about at his belt. "Wait, now. I can do that."
"But darling. I've got a head start on you," she said thickly.
For the first time, he realized she was a little drunk. That could explain her earlier behavior. He pulled away, "I could do with some light."
"Whatever you want, you're going to have to find in the dark." She caught his hands again, rubbing them between her legs and high up along her cunny lips which parted moistly. "Please, darling, I want everything just like it was the other time."
Women and their romantic notions, he thought with mild irritation always wanting to relive the good moments of the past.
He began removing his clothes. Completely naked now, he started for the chair again, bumping his shin sharply. He swore aloud.
He felt young as springtime as his hands brushed her big breasts, moving across the velvet plain of her stomach and to her thighs then down between them to 'the moist opening of her honey snatch. She was astraddle the chair, one leg on each side. He slid his hands together and grasped her heaving cunt-lips.
She cried out sharply as though in actual pain. Her legs came up, thighs closing like a vise upon his pussy-titillating fingers. At the same time her arms looped around his neck.
"Mon Dieu, Raul, you can't know how I've missed you...how I've missed this. You think Edouard could make love to me like this. If you can call his little half-limp prick shooting three or four weak drops of semen in my cunt making love. If you only knew how many times I've lain awake and cursed myself for not going away with you. Forgive me, darling. And don't ever leave me again."
He grunted. "The way I am now, I'm not in much a position to go anywhere."
She tightened her arms around his neck. Already overbalanced, he tumbled on to her soft nakedness, and for a moment they were a tangle of thrashing limbs. Then somehow -he was never sure just how she managed it -he was sitting in the chair and Denise was straddling him, her hot palpitating cunt sliding down his outthrusting organ in silken tightness.
There was one thing he knew for sure: She was just as agile, if not more so, as she had been five years ago.
"She said gleefully. "Now I've got you." She slid her hot slick pussy up and down along his burning prong.
Even as she spoke, she raised herself just far enough, then shimmied down, down... In a burning grasp, her vaginal muscles contracted hard around his inserted shaft.
Slowly, Denise began to grind her thighs and buttocks, resting her hands around his shoulders and bracing her body with each lifting writhe of her hot snatch. As Raul felt the passionate warmth of her womanly heat, the upward thrust of his peter made Denise gasp with pleasure. She massaged his chest with her breasts. Her belly and buttocks churned furiously, her thighs riding his piercing lunges as if his lust were a bucking bronco she had to saddle-break.
He groaned, "This is better than ever, darling."
He convulsed into one final lunge, clutching her buttock cheeks to bring her vagina fully on his spurting cock as completely as pos sible. Denise screamed happily as she felt his volcanic surging into cresting joy. Her hips and buttocks shook with wild spasms as her body thrilled into joining Raul's fiery-peak.
When she stopped biting his shoulder, she panted into his ear, "We were made to love each other -don't ever leave me again, Raul darling."