Chapter 6

John paid the bellhop and stood at the door nervously for several minutes. Finally he reached up and fastened the night latch. He turned around at last and stood immobile. An overriding sense of ruin gripped him-but the ongoing compulsion was still there coursing through his whole being. He looked at the girl standing primly in the middle of the room.

"I can't believe it," she smiled brightly. "It's too marvelous, John. Isn't it wonderful?"

"I don't know, I don't know," he murmured.

"Come here, darling. Let me touch you for the first real time. Here we are-it's our own private world and it's beautiful."

He went to her, embraced her lightly, and muttered to himself that it was all wrong. Why hadn't he put a stop to it when he had the chance? How had he let this daring girl talk him into such a thing? But it was true: like any desperate male he had sneaked off on a rendezvous with a willing young girl who tantalized his every thought. And it was all so wrong, he knew. He should have brought his wife with him -he could see that she had needed him, and there had even been a chance for them to come to grips with their problems. He couldn't help himself; something of late had taken hold of him, changed him into a different person. And now the object of that transformation stood in front of him in all her sensual splendor.

"I'm crazy about you, sir," she said. "I can't wait to get you in that bed. Oh, you do things to me I never thought could be done."

"We might as well make ourselves to home," he said blandly. "I feel strange."

"Don't worry, darling. It will be fine, you just wait and see. Let me take care of you. That's all I want to do-take care of your needs."

He walked around the room as though in a trance. Try as he might he couldn't forget the state he had left Jill in; he felt intractably caught in the dilemma of his own inept making. And here he was, shacked up with a chick who might well be blackmailing him right out of his career. "I certainly was ripe for this," he said to himself cynically. Sooner or later it gets to all teachers who try to live that phony existence. Nobody, goddamn it, could live heroically and courageously, having to go in those classrooms every day and stare down at those sweet syrupy legs and thighs.

"Well, I suppose this sort of thing isn't unusual," he said.

"It is for me," she said, dogging his steps.

"I guess we ought to turn it into an orgy. Isn't that what's supposed to take place?"

"Oh, I certainly hope so," she said in her sultry voice.

Immediately she began to undress. He simply couldn't understand it, but she turned him on so completely that he could think of nothing else. Guilt or duty or responsibility had no meaning-it was only her, the thin, suppleness of her body, her voice, the way she hunched her cunt upon his cock, the way she could do all the things that blew his mind.

"Join me?" she asked.

He gave up to it. Again.

She proved to him that it was no sin to make love. Of all the manifold couplings in the world that were possible, this one could not be judged anything but well done-so much for relative morality.

In short, and in long, he fucked her a total of four times during a short duration before midnight. They teased about the bed for almost an hour before doing it the first time. She even played it a little coy at first, but then she wanted it bad. It was not that she was oversexed -it was just one of those things where two people really turn each other on. He went down on her first, tasted the honey scent of her, and she went crazy with her first orgasm. Just as she was finishing the first clitorial climax he climbed upon her, slipped his dick in quickly, and they fucked harder than even on the hard desk that strange night. She whimpered for almost half an hour at the joy of it.

About an hour later she asked him to fuck her again. This time she wanted on top, and she climbed aboard, showing all her juicy cunt spread above his head. She rode him hard until her pelvis ached and still she fucked him down. His come juice spurted hard up into her, setting out a wave of her own. She sat atop him until they were finally stilled of all energy.

An hour after that she asked him if he wanted to fuck again. He didn't even believe he could until she began kissing his body wetly all over. Last she came to his cock, took the thing deep into her throat, and it came out stiffly alert. She was on her hands and knees and he held her that way until he could move around behind. She asked no question about it whatever, but waited for him to shove his prod in from that direction. She immediately began to come and he found he was stirred up completely. He pumped hard, as if trying to defeat her this time. When he shot off she vibrated violently all the while, and held his dick inside long afterward.

Before midnight they both awoke. He felt all the horns of lust had left his body forever. He turned to her and she smiled sweetly and simply. He felt ashamed now for thinking all those terrible things about her. No girl could do that much and be putting on an act. He couldn't understand this turn of events at all-but he didn't particularly care there in a secluded room hundreds of miles away from his habitat.

"I've got to give a goddamn paper tomorrow morning," he said. "God, that's such a bunch of crap."

"Why don't you just not give it?"

"I've got to give it. It's part of the big show that I'm involved in."

"Is it necessary?"

"Not at all."

"Then just don't do it. What is necessary anyway?"

"What's necessary?" he asked. "One thing. Fucking you."

"I feel a little bit bad about one thing."

"Phil?"

"Yes."

"You think I'm doing him dirty by turning him in?"

"You've got to do what you have to, John."

"No I don't."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's so simple that I just couldn't seer it, Kathy. It's my choice and nobody else's. So I really don't have to turn Phil in if I don't want to. And I don't want to, that's all. So by God I think I'll just tell the goddamn bums in the dean's office to go hump it."

"Do you really mean that, John?" she asked excitedly.

"Yes, damn it! It's a great relief!"

"John, are you doing it because you want to, or maybe because you think I've done all this just for ... Phil."

"I don't worry about motives anymore, Kathy. I just feel so goddamn good about it all of a sudden."

"You're beautiful," he said, smiling.

"So are you. And listen, since I don't have to turn in Phil, I don't have to give a damn paper tomorrow either. Fuck the honkie history paper and all the funkies too! Say, what's say we get out of this place? It's served its usefulness, hasn't it?"

"You mean go back home?"

"Yes.