Chapter 2
May Hardwicke had her Tuesdays free for herself to do as she thought fit. This was Aunt Denton's day out and May could roam around the house stark naked. Aunt Denton lived in, taking care of May when she was home from school and the aunt was a square pain, and a deterrant to wanton voluptuous naked freedom.
"You'd better watch ,Bill," her aunt often told her. "He's just spoiled and he isn't up to any good with you."
May laughed to herself as she went for the liquor. If Aunt Denton could see them in the back of Bill's car she wouldn't just think that Bill wasn't up to any good. She'd know that as a stud lover, physically, he was way out in lots of ways.
There was a bottle on top of the liquor cabinet and May poured a shot. It was early in the day to be drinking, ear her than she usually did, but Bill would be along about noon and then they would have a time of it Aunt Denton always spent the day with her friend on the other side of town and they could really mow the grass up in her bedroom, neither one of them dressed in anything and their desires boiling all the way.
She sat down on the sofa still holding part of her drink, and she wondered why she went with Bill. Oh, he had money, money to burn, but there were other fellows in town who had money and she could have had just about any one of them she might have wanted. When she went down to the pool, for forty-two inch breasts covered as little as possible, the males stopped swimming and started staring at her bikini.
"You ought to get a different suit," Aunt Denton had told her.
"What's wrong with this one?"
"It shows most of what you've got."
May had forgotten the discussion until now and she didn't care about the suit. When she had been in her teens she had been as big as most women and at seventeeen she had been bigger than most. Now at the age of twenty they stuck out like twin melons, yet they were tilted and firm and she didn't have to wear a bra.
With her free hand she touched one of them, sort of cupping it, and she thought of the time when she had been sixteen and she had spent her last summer with her father's show.
"Don't wear short shorts," her father had told her.
"How come? Some of the others do."
"I know but-well, you're rather overly developed for your age and some of these men may-. I don't want them getting any ideas about you and I don't want you getting any about them either."
Her father hadn't told her anything about sex, and she had been pretty dumb about it. Some of the girls in school had talked of sex, saying that it was just swell with the right guy, but she had been so ignorant about the subject that little of the talk had meant anything to her. But at sixteen she had been such a long ways from knowing what she should have known.
That last summer had been good-until possibly that night and she was sorry that her father had kept her away from it since then.
"The way I live is no life for a gal," he had said during her final year in boarding school. "You should have regular friends and be settled. I know a woman I can get and she can stay with you during the summer months."
She hadn't seen much of her father since then, not even when she came home on winter vacation when Aunt Denton opened up the house for her, and when she had suggested that she visit him he had come up with one excuse after another. She strongly suspected that he was living with some girl and she didn't blame him for that. Even at his age he probably had some sex drive left. And there was only one way for him to take care of his needs. Sometimes she wondered if the girl was old or young but, actually, she didn't wonder about it too much. She missed seeing him, of constantly growing away from her father, but he was good to her and he sent her money right along. The year before had been a fair year on the road and he had bought her a convertible car.
"Now you're in my class," Bill had said.
But it hadn't put her in his class and she had known it. Just owning a good car hadn't put her in the class with any of the others. Despite the nice house they had her father was still an outsider and the older residents looked down on them. Any date she was offered was for one thing only and she was aware of that. Bill had probably talked and the fellows knew that she didn't say no, that she liked what they did for her perhaps even more than what she did for them.
"You're stacked," Dave Moore had told her that last summer.
"Leave me alone."
"You've got a pair of lamps on you. And no fat. You're all woman up and down."
"Cut it out or I'll tell my father, Dave."
"I should run because of that?"
Dave Moore had been in his late twenties, a giant of a man, and it had been said along the midway that he had forced more than one girl to go the limit. He had bragged that they might fight him at first, like those who were married and who wanted to remain true, but that they always came back for more once they had a sample.
One night her father had gone ahead to see about some business in a distant town and she had been alone. It had been a hot night and she had stretched out nude on her bed, the sweat pushing out of her skin and the sounds of the music drifting outside.
She hadn't known he was there until he was standing over her, fumbling for the light, the smell of whiskey strong in the tiny wagon.
"I promised myself I was gonna have you,"
Dave Moore had said as the light came on."
"And I'm gonna. I'm gonna give you somethin' to remember me by baby-"
She had reached for the sheet, hoping to cover herself, but he had ripped it aside with one hand and working at his own clothes with the other.
Of course she could have screamed and she supposed later that she should have, but she had been too frightened to even think about it as he stood there nude.
She had closed her eyes, and she had remembered that the girls in school had said it hurt the first time.
She had started fighting him as he came to her though, his hot breath on her face and his mouth seeking hers. She had hurt him some but he had been too much for her and then she had felt the pain, her whole body ripped by him. But the pain hadn't been unpleasant, soon she had lost die sense of pain and she had found something, else something that had been driving her with the fury of a stallion. Again and again she had cried out with pleasure, the emotions of her body separated from all reason by then.
The twirls had been right about Dave Moore with their gossip.
Only minutes later, she had asked him to be good to her again.
After that she had seen him whenever she could get away from her father and often they had used the seat of Dave's truck for their love.
"Just don't give me a kid," she would say. I'm only a teen-ager and I don't want any just yet. I'll die."
Boarding school had been terrible following this, all girls and no chance of meeting any boys, but the first year in college had been fine. The first night out with a boy she went all the way with him, eager to have him please her, and the boy had been surprised.
"This is some present," he had said.
"Make the most of it."
He had undressed her there in the woods and then he had taken her on the leafy ground. It had been three in the morning before she had gotten into her clothes and they had left for her dorm.
Now she got up from the sofa and went to the cabinet to get another drink. She guessed that she wasn't any good-only in one way. Bill said she in that special way and so did the boys. She never lacked for a date and if she could get away for a weekend she sometimes went to a hotel with one of them, checking in early and hardly leaving the room until Sunday afternoon. She liked a room better than a car but no matter where she made love it always sent her. That was why she had dated Bill during the past two years. He always sent her, sent her down that wonderful jumpy road.
"Marry me," Bill kept saying.
She had to admit that she thought about it. His parents might not approve of her but Bill had plenty of money in his own right and living with him might not be too bad. She was a little sick of college and she couldn't see much sense to what she was doing. For all she could see it was a waste of her father's money. If she didn't marry she would return to the show train after graduation. There were a lot of things she could do to help him and he had been good to her, keeping this house so she had a place to stay when she came home and sending her money and buying her that car. She had another drink and she knew that she missed the circus life, the moving every week and the challenges that had to be met-not only the physical challenges but the challenges of making an income. Regardless of what she had to do she would be willing to assist him. Like the girls in the girlie show, for instance. They had always fascinated her, their outer warmth and their hardness inside. They got out front and sheok it for the customers and when they got the men inside they shook it even more. She wasn't much of a dancer, not in a sexy way, but she had the equipment and the dancing was only part of it. When she had been with them they had gone down naked in the towns where they could and she didn't think she would mind doing that. A lot of men had seen her in the nude and a few more wouldn't matter. All it was, was a show and it didn't have to go beyond that. Sure, some of the girls slept around for money but they were tramps. If a beautiful girl fired up a man until he had to go out and give his wife or girl friend some hard hell, she had done her job, she figured.
Leaving her empty glass on the cabinet she turned and started upstairs. Not that Bill wouldn't see all there was to see before he got finished with her for the day, but it was more fun if she was dressed and he had to help her get out of her clothes as a tease.
Once she was in her room she looked at herself in the full length mirror on the back of the door. She had it all right. Several times she had thought of having her brunette hair bleached but she hadn't done anything about it. When she put one side back behind her ear it made her very lovely face seem not quite so full and it caused a glint to come into her eyes, like she was all hell to be had. Bill and other men had told her that she had a glorious face, as well as a tremendous body. Her nose was small, and her lips were always curved sensually and full. Just at that moment she smiled. Bill and the other men didn't want her face. They wanted something else and only if a man was a smart aleck with her did she refuse.
Turning a little she thrust out her breasts, their tips presently at ease, their centers that held the red fire of the tips all wrapped up and still.
She remembered three or four weeks ago that the top part of her suit had become undone at the pool and the men had gotten a real thrill.
"I'd have fainted," one girl had confided to her.
"How come? You can buy almost any man's magazine and find a pair of naked breasts. They just like it better when it's right there in front of them all to see in 3D."
It was true or, anyway, she thought it was true. Bill bought the magazines and all of them went in for the two big parts on a girl. If she ever married and she had a kid she guessed she'd nurse it.
Thinking of marriage and what it meant, getting bigger and bigger with a seed that kept growing, she put her hands to her stomach and she smiled again as she did so. She didn't have to pull it in to keep it flat because she was small there. She wondered how big she would get if she ever got big and the thought rather frightened her.
Well, she told herself, she had been lucky, lucky more than once. The first time she had been lucky with Dave Moore and there had been times after that, careless moments. The only thing she didn't like about her body was her hips. They were thirty-eight inches, thirty-eight inches that rolled and bounced just a little when she walked. She thought she ought to be thirty-six and once she had gone on a diet to try and get that way but the diet hadn't done any good.
"Wait until tomorrow," Bill had said the night before.
They had been parked on a lonely country road and they had been in the back seat of her car.
"Who wants to wait until tomorrow?" she had countered.
"Why don't you let that old dame go out to the movies? If she wasn't there we could really shack up good."
"I don't have anything to say about it."
"She doesn't like me," he said.
"So what? You aren't getting anything from her, are you?"
"Stop kidding, nobody ever got anything from her."
She walked to the dresser and found a bra, her favorite one. The cups were the right size and the thing didn't hurt her, not even when she had to reach up and stretch for something. Next came the panties, a pair with Bill's name on the side. He had bought them for her and he was crazy about them. She didn't know why. It seemed to be sort of nuts but maybe his name so close to her was sexy.
In less than an hour he would be stripping her naked and all of this work was a waste of time.
The dress which she selected was a number that was about-two sizes too small and which highlighted every curve that she had. It was low in front, the tunnel of love between her breasts partially exposed, and when she took a deep breath she felt the strain on the fabric.
Back downstairs she had another drink, a bigger one than before, and she lit a cigarette. Outside the sky was clearing from the recent rain and it felt good to have the sunlight spill in through the windows. She hadn't heard from her father in a couple of weeks. She hoped that it was clear on the road for him and that he was doing all right. His last letter had said that he had been caught in bad weather, and that wasn't good. Every night had to count for him. If the rain came down the expenses piled up.
She sighed and hit the bottle again. Monday, she thought. Monday with Aunt Denton out of the house and it would be the same as always. First there would be a few drinks, maybe some talk, and then there would be a lot of love. A couple of times he had made her there in the living room on the sofa but generally they went up to her room, kissing and undressing each other and going out of their minds. Then, before he was with her, it would be an ecstacy of torture, her passion like a great fire.
"Don't keep me waiting any longer," she would plead frantically.
"I thought you liked to wait."
"Until I'm ready but not beyond that."
That was the trouble with her. She was always ready. Day or night she was ready, willing and able. How she'd like to be one of those girls in the show. She'd show the guys something they hadn't seen.
She relaxed near the cabinet, the bottle handy, and she knew that she wasn't ready for marriage to Bill or to anybody else. That Dave Moore had lit the bomb and it was still going off. Even some of the boys she hadn't cared about had gotten their share. She knew what they said about her. They said she was a bum. Maybe you didn't have to take money to be a bum. And maybe if a girl gave herself to enough men she found the right one.
She was on her seventh drink when the front door opened and Bill came in. He gave her a wide smile.
Bill wasn't a terribly big man, a few inches under six feet, but he had broad shoulders and when he took her in his arms she thought he was going to break her ribs. His hands went down to the small of her back on to her buttocks pulling her into him.
"We've got time," she said, removing her lips from his mouth and leaning backward. "This isn't a case where you have to rape the girl."
He kissed her again, harder against her than before, and then he let her rump go then.
"You into the drinks already?" he wanted to know.
"Just a few."
He walked over to the bottle and helped himself to one.
"Batteries need charging."
"You know better than that," she said. "The trouble with me is I've got too much life in mine yet."
She had looked forward to this wild day with him. Maybe it was what she had been drinking. She didn't know. She just knew in that instant that she wanted to be alone, that she wanted to be able to think. Not think just about today but tomorrow. The sooner the better she was trying to make a decision.
"We ought to get straightened out," she said to Bill. "Seriously. This is the second summer for us and we're right where we started, aren't we?"
The next shot he poured was a bigger one.
"You name it and you can have it, May. If you're ready to settle down I'm ready to do it with you. The folks might not approve but I've got the money that was left to me and we wouldn't have any worries. We can drink and make love and kick the sides out of the barn if we want."
She was close to what he wanted, close to giving in, close to giving up the life of a pampered girl and of becoming a wife who had only one thing to offer.
"Well, Bill, I don't."
She stopped talking as the phone rang. It was strange for the phone to ring since she didn't have any local friends, and the fellows knew that she wasn't avilable to them.
"Somebody selling something," Bill said as she started for the phone.
She picked up the phone. It was long distance and the operator wanted her.
"I'm May Hardwicke," she said.
And then some fellow by the name of Earl Wyatt was one the line saying hadn't her father mentioned him in some of his letter? and this Wyatt was telling her that her father was in a hospital and to come as soon as possible to his side.
"I'll show up."
After he had hung up she thought to herself, that she had wanted to return to him but not like this.