Chapter 17

After that thrilling night behind the willows, Lissa and Gloria got quite chummy. There seemed to be something very appealing and relaxed about a joint fucking match that developed friendship easily and naturally. They started taking in movies together and going to Willow Springs for a dip when Vic and Dudley weren't available.

Late one warm evening they stayed indoors at Gloria's snazzy little apartment and played love and rock records. One record was especially exciting, and when it stopped playing Gloria blew out her breath and cupped her titties through her blouse. She got up from the davenport, shuddered and began taking off her clothes.

"Damn it, Lissa!" she blurted, "I need, well, can't you guess what I need?"

"I don't have to guess," Lissa said, sighing. "My cookies are begging to come out of the jar, too. I don't want them to get stale."

"You said it, honey," Gloria answered, taking off the last stitch of her clothes. She spun before the mirror then faced Lissa again.

"I need a good, stiff prong," she declared. "Wonder why Dud and Vic haven't been around for the last couple of days."

"Last I heard they were driving Vic's big car to a baseball game down state."

"Well," Gloria said, sitting naked beside Lissa on the gayly colored bedspread, "I guess we'll just have to get our jollies without 'em." She gave Lissa a searching look. "You game, honey?"

Lissa shrugged. "Why not? It will be something new to me, but so what? Let me get my clothes off. It's nice and warm in here."

Gloria laughed. "Honey, it'll be hot before we get through!"

Lissa skinned out of her clothes, then posed before the mirror, gazing at her dazzling figure.

Gloria stared at her. "Honey, you got it, and I mean it in a big way. No wonder Vic's pecker is always poking against his zipper when he's with you." She sighed and blew out her breath. "Come on, hon, let's see what we can do."

She got up, turned off the bright light and switched on the ruby nightlight. Then she sat down beside Lissa. They embraced and rolled onto the springy bed together. Gloria started kissing Lissa's enticing lips, her plump cheeks and her flowerlike throat. Then to make certain Lissa was enjoying herself, she pushed her face into her friend's beautiful golden hair. This forced Lissa's face down between Gloria's flawless titties. The bright moonlight was shafting across the bed, overriding the rosy nightlight.

Gloria pressed her tantalizing boobies against Lissa's lips. Lissa kissed them and drew and laved a large cherry-hued nipple.

"Lissa, honey," Gloria murmured hoarsely, "I love that."

Lissa said nothing, keeping her lips on Gloria's nipple.

After a few moments, Gloria urged Lissa to turn on her back, then bent over her and kissed her lips and throat.

"Lissa, honey," she exclaimed, "I'm nuts about you. Why did we have to wait so long before meeting?"

"I'm glad we did, finally," Lissa said. "I go for you, too, Gloria."

Gloria's kisses sent flashes of overpowering desire through her body.

"Love me, honey," Gloria murmured, fondling Lissa's back and spidering the alluring flesh of her buttocks.

"Now just lie still," she went on, "and I'll try to give you the most wonderful thrill you've ever had."

"Will it be anything like having a man?" Lissa asked.

"Of course, honey, maybe even better. And you won't get stuck with all his cream!"

The next moment Gloria started kissing Lissa again, moving her velvety lips all the way from Lissa's tantalizing, white thighs to her luscious lips. Her soft fingers fondled the golden curls, partly concealing the pink lips of her box.

Lissa writhed and moaned. She couldn't lie still.

Her hips twisted on the spotless bed sheet, and all the time Gloria's hot lips ranged up and down over her thighs and stomach. Finally, her lips settled on Lissa's pussy and she laved and tongued it. Then she clutched Lissa's neat buttocks in both hands and spanked her clit with her stiff, probing tongue.

Lissa's alluring thighs relaxed and she clutched Gloria's head fiercely and strained it to her. Lissa realized her moment was imminent, but wondered if it would be as thrilling as when Vic was screwing her. Then she could think of nothing except the ecstatic thrill that was building up in her pelvis. It was hot and breathtaking.

"Gloria, Gloria!" she cried, "do it! Do it hard. I'm just about. . . Oh, now, now honey! Oh, God, I'm going to faint!"

And she did. When she came to, Gloria was gently slapping her cheeks and lying partly upon her. Gloria started kissing her lips in little dabs. One of Lissa's flawless thighs was clasped between Gloria's, and she was moving her pelvis in little suggestive palpitations.

"Lissa, honey," she moaned, "if you really love me, you'll do something to ease my suffering."

" You mean for me to—"

"Yes, Lissa," Gloria begged. "Kiss me, kiss me like I've kissed you, and make me climb the walls as you did."

"I've . . . won't it be-"

"Not at all, honey. You'll be surprised. Please, Lissa!"

Gloria turned over and Lissa crowded her face down between her friend's enticing thighs. She laved and drew upon Gloria's alluring pussy in a way that she hadn't believed possible. It was sweet and thrilling.

"Put your tongue inside, Lissa," Gloria begged. "Thrust hard. Make me thrill."

She grasped Lissa's golden-hued head with both hands and pressed it against her pelvis. Lissa's tongue thrust hard and fast, and in a few moments, Gloria gave a sharp cry. Her body stiffened and she pounded the bed with her fists. Lissa glanced down at her friend's tantalizing pussy. Its lips were quivering, apparently eager for more thrills.

In a few moments, an odd thing occurred. Gloria lifted one of Lissa's legs over her own titties. Her hands went to Lissa's alluring buttocks and Lissa felt Gloria's seeking tongue glide into her enchanting pussy, and though, at the time, she didn't know what it was called, she later learned it was a thrilling sixty-nine. Both girls came at least three times before breaking their embrace.

After that, they lay there relaxing and murmuring sweet words to each other, words that inevitably follow the ecstasy of mutual sexual gratification.

For the moment, thoughts of Vic and Dudley never entered their minds.

CHAPER EIGHTEEN

Nell kept after me about Lissa and Vic. Of course, we both knew they were screwing, and Nell seemed to blame me for it. She kept telling me that Lissa was a carbon copy of her sex-crazy father. Well, I'll admit I like my nooky and have fucked plenty of other men's daughters, but when they screwed mine, that was something else.

"You simply must do something about it, Wade," Nell told me one evening at the supper table. "You promised me you'd go to Vic Miles' father and make him keep Vic away from Lissa or tell him to marry her."

I shuddered and shook my head. "I can't make Elza Miles do anything," I said. "He's hard as nails."

"Well, Wade," Nell glared at me, "if you don't get him told and things get back to normal you can just forget all about—"

"Yeah, Nell," I broke in, "you don't have to tell me. I might as well have my balls cut out!"

"Don't be silly!" She threw her fork down. "I'm just not in the mood, and won't be till you do something about Vic and Lissa. And—"

"Oh, all right, Nell. All right!" I jumped up from the table. "I'll go beard the old lion in his den!"

When I entered the front office of the Atlas Building, most of the lights had been turned out. In the back room only two wire chiefs were working. I nodded to them, watching the circuit monitors as I walked by. I gazed at the long switchboard with its green and red cords, crisscrossing in a maze that only trained men could understand. The hum of motors reached my ears. There was a mild odor of heat rising.

Slowly, I climbed the stairs to the sixth floor. No use taking the elevator for one flight. I rapped on the frosted glass of the door marked "Private." A dim glow came from within. No answer. I rapped again, louder. The door glass brightened and a voice said, "Come in."

Elza Miles was seated at his desk, a long, wide one, its waxed surface shining. A desk lamp illumined some papers stacked neatly beneath it. "Oh, it's you, Excell. Sit down." I sat down opposite him. Elza Miles! There was something striking about the old man. His eyes were big and dark, his nose long. He kept up a continual sniffing. His red neck bulged against his white collar. His thick lips only partly covered his long teeth, yellowed by nicotine. He lighted a fresh cigarette and stared at me through a smoke cloud. "Something wrong on the line, Excell?" "No, sir."

"Well, then?" he demanded. "It's a personal matter." The old man leaned forward. "Personal?"

"Your son and my daughter." "Oh, is that all?" Miles relaxed. "I thought it must be something serious." "It is serious."

"I suppose they've been playing Tom and Pussy?"

"They've been intimate if that's what you mean."

He laughed and shook his head. "So what? Surely you don't think they're the only unmarried couple at it in today's merry-go-round? Get onto yourself, fellow! The old moral code is down the drain."

I was getting mad. "Maybe not altogether, sir," I retorted. "Anyway, I insist you call your boy's hand, make him stay away from my daughter. Either that, or make him marry her."

The old man's eyes glittered. "Just a darn minute, Excell. Vic can't be hurting her. If it wasn't Vic, wouldn't it be some other punk?"

"Punk?"

"Sure! He's not worth the dynamite it would take to blow him to kingdom come!"

"You talk like that about your own son, Mr. Miles?"

"Facts are facts, fellow. I've given up on him."

"All right, Mr. Miles. Just keep him away from my daughter."

The old man waved his hand, and his teeth bared. "Forget it, Excell. The kid's only having his fling, just as you and I did. Maybe your little girl will be a good influence on him. Maybe he'll marry her and settle down." He sighed. "God, I hope so!"

I got to my feet, my nerves jangling. I could hardly see Elza Miles through the fog of cigarette smoke. "Then," I said, "you refuse to keep him away from Lissa or order him to marry her?"

He exploded in red-faced anger. "Hell, yes, man, and that's my last word! Far as I'm concerned, the file is closed!"

"My file isn't closed, Mr. Miles."

"And just what will you do?" His lips smiled but his eyes didn't.

"If you don't stop your son, I will."

He walked around the desk and towered over me. "Hands off Vic, Excell. Why don't you make your girl stay away from him?"

I winced. "I'll certainly try, but I'm warning you to have Vic lay off her."

Miles' neck stiffened. "You are warning me?"

"I am."

He backed off slowly, eyes blazing. "Excell, yours is an appointive job. You have no union protection. One word from me and the wall comes tumbling down."

A chill hit me. A good job like mine didn't come easily, and I wasn't exactly young anymore. I was silent.

Miles was cutting me with a black stare. He didn't speak.

I stood up and reached for my hat. "I'm sorry, Mr. Miles. I lost my temper. Forget it."

The old man sniffed. He walked around the table and sat down. He threw out his arms as if to rid them of something unpleasant. "All right, Excell," he said, sourly, "but let's watch it, shall we? Now, if you don't mind, I'm very busy."

Out in the street, the buildings and traffic lights seemed unreal. I'd been humiliated almost beyond endurance. Yet I'd have to bend my back and take it. Miles' word was law. Another job? I knew it would not be easy to get, certainly not one as well paying I'd just suffered a browbeating to retain.

Elza Miles had said, "The wall will come tumbling down." The words bored into my mind as I walked farther up Main Street. I went against a "Don't walk" red light, drawing a blast from angry drivers.

Lissa? What would she do if and when I ordered her to stay away from Vic Miles? What would Vic do? Probably thumb his nose at me and accuse me of being the hypocrite that I was. Anyway, youngsters nowadays were unpredictable and used to having their own way. They would not accept frustration. Should I interfere at all? Perhaps I'd best keep silent and give them a chance to marry.

I saw a passerby hesitate and stare at me under the street light. Did I look as upset as all that? "But," I told myself, "I'll have to try to stop Vic Miles. If I don't, nobody else will!"

When I got home, I hesitated at the door of the living room. The lights were out and I heard Nell breathing unevenly. I didn't think she was asleep. Maybe there was a chance for relieving my hard-on.

"Nell?" I called softly.

No answer, though I heard her stir on the couch. I stood there for a moment, undecided. Then I tiptoed up the stairs to our bedroom, and sank to the edge of our bed. My head was aching and throbbing. I felt myself trembling, so I got up and started pacing the floor, as if that could help!

It was a long time before I could sleep.