Chapter 7
Jeff sat like a statue while Rick wandered around, seeming slow and befuddled but making progress, setting up the screen in front of the couch, putting up the projector and threading the film into place, then going behind the bar where he worked with some equipment out of sight, dimming the lights and bringing in soft stereo music. Jeff sat listening to the music that seemed to go forever. Again things seemed as if they were happening in a living dream. Time was suspended and he watched his wife and Carol on the couch. Carol was kneeling with one knee on the couch, offering Anne still more of the hashish-laced candy.
Anne was accepting as if she were in slow motion, all her concentration on selecting a piece from the plate, and all the time her hips moved slowly and so slightly it was barely perceptible. He watched her lovely hips twist and writhe and undulate under her dress and found his prick hardening as if it was turning to stone. They were actually doing it! It was going to happen!
His heart pounding, Jeff wanted to get up, to take his wife out of this place, to take her home and... what? Fuck her! Yes! He actually got up, walked to his wife, looked down at her munching on the candy and thought of fucking her right now while they watched. A shudder ran through his body and he knew that was what he not only wanted to do, it was what he was going to do.
Carol was watching him with an amused smile on her face as she put one hand on a hip and offered him the plate. Anne was oblivious to everything around her except for the candy, which she ate with concentration, her eyes glazed and unfocussed. Jeff took another candy and felt Rick's hand on his arm. He turned to see Rick grinning at him. "Come on, you've been standing staring at your wife for minutes. Later," he whispered.
Jeff allowed himself to be led away. His conscious mind was numbed and he couldn't think, only feel.
"We're going now. You know how to start that damn thing," Rick said, waving at the projector.
"Of course I do. 'Bye. Have a good time. We'll call you when we're through."
Jeff and Rick filed out the door, Rick leading the way in the semi-dark. The door closed with a click and Anne, hearing the sound, looked up. "Where did they go?"
"They'll think of something to do. Maybe watch TV." She sat down next to Anne and took her hand and held it. "Isn't this exciting? Just think, now we're going to know what men get all steamed up about."
Anne looked at the screen and remembered. "Yes, I've never seen one." She giggled and looked around. They were alone and a delicious sense of doing something forbidden came over her. She let her head fall back on the couch and smiled up at Carol, who was still holding her hand. "This is going to be fun."
Carol gave her hand a little squeeze. "Just you and me." Her hand reached out and touched Anne's cheek. "You've got such beautiful skin."
Anne blushed again and looked away.
"I'll lock the door so they can't get back in until we want them to and we can watch without fear of them bothering us. Aren't you excited? I wonder what it will be like?"
As Carol went over and locked the door, Anne tried to think about the film and what it would be like, and her brow knitted in a way she had when she was trying to concentrate. It was so hard to think, it was so hard to keep her hips and buttocks still. The feeling in her was growing, getting larger than life. She simply had to get some relief. A film, the Johnsons, Jeffnothing mattered as much as getting some relief from the feeling she had. Carol dimmed the lights even more and Anne looked down to see that her dress was well up above her knees. Darting a glance over her shoulder, she saw Carol bending over the projector, looking for the switch. Her hand snaked up her dress and to her crotch. She hooked one finger under the band of her panties and pulled them down, freeing herself. In so doing, her forefinger touched the excited, fluted edges of her vagina and wandered over her clitoris, and a deep lascivious thrill ran through her body. She gritted her teeth and pulled her hand out quickly as Carol snapped a switch and a cone of light stabbed across the room. She looked at the screen as the numerals 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, and then an X appeared on the screen, and then a shot of what looked like a cheap motel room appeared.
It came into sharp focus as Carol adjusted the picture. Then she came and sat next to Anne on the couch, holding her hand and squeezing it. Without thinking, Anne squeezed back. A small dark-haired girl appeared on the screen, walking into camera range, reaching behind her and unclasping her dress. She stripped quickly, turning to look at a man who was half in the camera frame and also undressing.
Anne felt her breath coming heavily, and her palms were sweaty as the girl stripped quickly naked and the camera prowled over her body, focussing on her breasts, which were fine but not too big, and at her hips and then zoomed in for a close-up of her crotch and the beginning slit of her vagina.
Now the girl moved to the man and helped him get undressed. As his shirt came off, Anne could see tattoos on both his arms, and this excited her. Men with tattoos always excited her; they seemed so rough and crude. Then the girl was undoing his pants, unzipping them and pulling them down, kneeling as she did so. Then, naked, on her knees in front of the man, she pulled his jockey shorts down, and Anne gasped as she saw his cock and balls in a close-up. The man had half an erection and the girl seized it, her eyelids fluttering, and began to play with it. Arching her back, she ran the cock all over her breasts, then sank lower, running the rapidly inflating prick all over her neck and face. Then, opening her mouth, she let her tongue snake out and lick it. Anne took a sharp breath and squeezed Carol's hand and got a reassuring squeeze back.
The dark intense girl in the picture closed her eyes as if she were ecstatic, and as the camera came in for another close-up she opened her tips and the now rigid prick slid into her mouth and she sucked, her lips tightening around the shaft. Anne stiffened and Carol put an arm around her and hugged her reassuringly. She turned to see Carol's face right next to hers. They were so close she could smell her perfume. "Did you see that?" she asked in a whisper.
"Yes. Does that excite you?" Carol asked in that throaty suggestive whisper of hers.
"Yes. No. I... I don't know," Anne said. Her eyes darted back to the screen. The man was lying down on the bed, his legs hanging over one corner and spread apart as the girl was bending to her task, holding the prick in position with one hand while her head bobbed up and down and her lips slid the length of the man's cock, leaving it wet and glistening. As the two of them watched, the girl shifted her knees, spreading her legs as wide apart as possible. She had strong, well-formed thighs and her free hand was running up and down them now as her head bobbed faster and the man's hands and tattooed arms reached down and held her head in place while his hips began to pump obscenely and the girl's hand was running up and down the insides of her thighs and finally settled on her vagina which she began to caress.
Anne's mouth was open and dry as she stared, amazed, at the screen. The whole thing she was watching was obscene and lewd, depraved beyond belief. She couldn't believe that two people would behave that way in private, let alone in public for all to see. It was disgusting and fascinating and, as the girl began to pump and gyrate her own hips obscenely, it was exciting.
Such raw blatant obscene behavior was shocking and overpoweringly exciting. The feeling that had spread through her body and ignited her mind seemed to have been waiting for such an opportunity to really explode. She felt great waves of excitement and desire sweeping over her. Whether it was the heat of the room, the proximity of Carol or just her own excitement, she felt herself breaking out in a sweat and a droplet trickled down her stomach, snaked its way slowly through her pubic hair and found its way to her swollen and inflamed cunt.
Anne ground her buttocks down into the couch, trying desperately to rid herself of the torment. Her vagina was wet now and, as she twisted and moved, it felt terribly sensitive, arousing her even more. The more she was aroused, the better it felt, and she sat staring at the screen with a glazed look, grinding her hips down into the couch while Carol had her arm around her shoulders and was squeezing her land.
"What's the matter?"
Anne laughed embarrassedly. "Nothing. Just... that... what they're doing."
Carol was looking at her, only nodding toward the screen. "It excites you, doesn't it?"
Dumbly Anne nodded as she saw the arms pull the girl's head away from the rampant cock and the girl climb eagerly on top of the man, straddling his body in a kneeling position as the camera panned around to catch her fanning naked buttocks in a close-up. Anne saw her tight puckered anus and her cunt with its lips parted as the girl's hand came down and gripped the man's prick and guided it to where she rubbed it up and down the length of her slit and the mushroom head glistened with her cunt juice.
Anne was twisting in her seat more and more as she felt moans and groans of frustration and desire building in her throat. With a suddenness that startled her, Carol jumped up and went to the machine and turned it off. Anne sat up, staring at her. "Something wrong?"
With a throaty chuckle, Carol came back to the couch. "Plenty. I never realized it, but this stuff is exciting. It's so hot in here and I'm so uncomfortable, I want to take off some clothes before we go on. You're uncomfortable, too. Why don't you take some things off. That dress must be hot."
"Do you think we dare?" Anne said, darting a look at the door.
"It's locked. They can't get in. If they knock, I'll just tell them we're not ready and to come back later." She pulled her sweater off over her head and stood in a black half bra that made her breasts billow out and revealed the half moons of her nipples. Quickly she stepped out of her tweed skirt and stood in black bikini panties that were little more than a G-string. Anne hesitated, trying to think. Yet to see so much of Carol's milky white flesh framed by her panties, bra and red hair was as exciting, in its own way, as the film. Obscenity, nudity, was on her mind. Before she could summon her thoughts, Carol was kneeling in front of her, saying, "God, do I feel better. Here, let me help you."
She was reaching behind Anne, her breasts quivering right in front of Anne's face as she unzipped the back of her dress and pulled it down over her shoulders, revealing her white bra and full lissome breasts. Still kneeling, she giggled as she helped Anne to her feet and helped pull the dress down until it was a heap around her ankles.
Anne responded without thinking, letting Carol make the decisions. And odd excitement came over her as Carol kneeled in front of her, her look slowly taking in all that was revealed to her. Anne stood in her high heels and stockings and garter belt and panties and bra. Softly, in a low voice that sent a spasm of pleasure through her, Carol said, "You have a nice body, Anne, a lovely body."
Anne couldn't answer. There was something so weird about the way Carol was taking in her body and the way her fingers gently touched her and ran, like feathers, up and down her legs and thighs. She shivered and was about to back off when Carol reached out and took her panties with the fingers of both hands and slowly pulled them down to reveal her blonde crotch hair.
Carol was looking at her crotch with a steady gaze and Anne felt powerless to move. In her drugged mind, it was pleasing as she felt her panties slipping lower and lower under Carol's gentle tugging. It was all so exciting and lewd! One final tug and the panties fell free and she stood naked and couldn't help pumping her hips ever so slightly. It was obscene to do but it felt so good!