Chapter 10
Lonny had just gotten home from another very good one-night stand when he heard the telephone ringing like it was going to jump off the hook. He fumbled with the keys and cursed the instinctive quirk in man to be clumsy when he was in a hurry. He hadn't heard from Gilda in five days and he had only really thought of her in the first three so he felt a little guilty when he heard her voice come over the line.
"Hi, big brother. How have you been?" she tried to sound cheerful.
"All right. I didn't call because you asked me not to, but I've thought of you and hoped that you were doing all right," it was mostly the truth and she sounded like she needed to hear something like that.
"Well, I was going to say that I was doing just dandy but actually things are not all that great now," she said, sounding like she was confessing to committing a major crime.
"You see, the first two days were really great and I had a lot of fun. I also met one of the nicest men that you could hope to shake a stick at, but, it hasn't been so hot after that. I could have called Phil up-that's the guy that I mentioned, but I didn't want to get hung up and defeat the whole purpose of what I was doing. So I finally decided that I would call you and at least we could talk and maybe I would feel better," she ended it sounding very hopeful that he would see her.
He couldn't very well refuse her although he had a funny feeling that more than just talking was going to go down. He only hoped that he was going to be strong enough not to get trapped again and that maybe he could even help her become free. It was such a glorious feeling that he really wanted Gilda to know all about it
"Sure, baby, can I come over and see you? I have a lot of things to tell you. How's Gene?" Lonny realized that he really wanted to know, that he even cared for his brother-in-law.
"That's one of the things that I have to talk about. How soon can you be here?" she sounded like she was bordering on desperation.
"Ten minutes O.K.?"
"Great, love you," she blew a kiss into the phone.
Lonny hung up the receiver, grabbed his coat, and dashed off to the elevator. It was while he was on the road to Gilda's house that he realized that she had met another man, Phil, whom she had apparently really liked am he hadn't even felt the slightest twinge of envy or jealousy. At that exact moment he knew that he was never going to have any more trouble and that he very definitely could help Gilda come through a whole, complete person.
He saw her waiting in the driveway when he turned the corner. He knew that she must feel badly to do that, knowing how she felt about her nosy neighbor. Her face looked worn and pinched, like she hadn't slept in a couple of days. He didn't like that, since usually nothing could disturb her enough for her to start messing around with her physical health.
She ran up to the car and threw her arms around his neck. Lonny thought that she would have done that even if he hadn't had the top down-she would have just gone through the window. Her breathing was ragged, labored, like she was having a hard time doing it.
"Hey! Untangle yourself and let me get out of the car," he was really worried about her now.
"Oh Lonny, Lonny, I. . . I. . . ." She couldn't go any further, the sobs were coming too fast.
"Hey, hey, baby, slow down there, remember I have no idea of what's been going on and what hasn't. Let's go into the house. Come on, honey." He took her by the arm and led her into the living room. When they got inside he gently set her down on the sofa and went and mixed her a drink.
"Here, this will help. Now, tell me all about it. Why you look so pale and sick and why you can't breathe right and why you are in hysterics."
"Oh Lonny, it was such a great idea, and the first day really worked out well. Gene called just before I left to go out and it was a great conversation-then I met this really nice man and I thought that the whole thing was going to be fine.
"I came home the next day and I got a telegram from Gene and I made it with the messenger boy, who was a sweetheart. But that was the end of the goodies. I decided not to go out that night, I would go out the next. O.K , that's what I did. I went to the same place that I had be in the night before only this time there was no nice warm Phil. There were nothing but creeps.
"Well, I turned to go and find someplace else when this guy comes up to me and grabs my arm. He had a grip like a gorilla and he had the nerve to ask me how much I was charging. Now, I don't think I look like a whore. Do I?"
"As if you really need to ask, of course you don't. Never have and never will. I would like to clobber that man for even insinuating such a thing about you," Lonny hotly replied.
"If you feel that way now-listen to the rest of it I very coolly replied that I was not a whore, and I would thank him kindly to take his hands off of me. He doesn't like this so he takes it into his head that I'm laying a rap on him and that I'm refusing to service him because I don't like his looks.
"I assure him that this is not the case and repeat what I had said before. At that point he slaps me. You would think that somebody would try to stop this man-there were lots of people standing around watching this whole scene. No way! Not one single offer of help or even questioning whether this man was right or wrong in his judgment of me or not
"I know that the place wasn't a pickup joint the first night that I was in there so something was definitely screwy there. Needless to say I was pretty mad by then with him and the whole place, so I bit him to make him let go of me. He did all right and knocked the shit out of me in the process.
"Well, to make a long story short, he knocked me out, took me apparently upstairs to a bedroom-and raped me. I woke up in the middle of it and tried to get away so he knocked me out again, giving me a concussion, then he finished and left He also left a one hundred dollar bill on the bed.
"Someone must have remembered seeing him carrying me upstairs and got to wondering why I hadn't come back down when the guy had a long time before. So they came up and found me a bloody mess, and called a doctor who patched me up. By that time I was conscious and wishing that I wasn't, and then the doctor wanted to know who the manager or owner of the place was."
Lonny couldn't keep still any longer, he had to interrupt her, "Baby! Do you know who this man is and why he did this? Because he's going to pay and pay good for it!!"
"I'm coming to that" Gilda sighed and smiled wanly at Lonny, "Thanks for the drink, it's helping and your being here is helping the most." Her voice threatened to break and become tears again. Lonny reached over and put his arm around her and held her very tight and rocked her back and forth, until she calmed down again.
"O.K., I'm all right. The owner came rushing into the room and demanded to know what was going on and was I trying to get him busted-hooking in his place and then screaming about it when I got beat up. The doctor had a it! He said that obviously I was no hooker, he had seen enough of them and there were definite ways of physically telling, and if the owner didn't find out what was going on that he was going to be in a lot more trouble than he already was."
."Then the owner took a good look at me and turned about ten shades paler than he was. He said that it was obvious that there had been some big mistake, and to prove it he pulled out a picture of a girl. Lonny, I swear she was my double. Apparently this man, the one who raped me, had fucked this other girl who is a part-time high class prostitute, and so he thought that she was giving him the brush off. I gather she would have had good reason to do so if it had been her.
"Anyway the cops were called in and the place was closed down and I have charges registered against the guy with witnesses who are willing to testify that I was unconscious when he took me upstairs against my will. And the doctor can vouch for rape and assault so it really is taken care of.
"Then, you see, I tried to call Gene and he wasn't at the hotel. I left a message for him to get in touch with me as soon as possible. He did, but only to tell me that he was going to have to stay longer and there was nothing that he could do about it. I knew that he was telling me the truth because his boss had hinted at something like that when I had called earlier. Now, I haven't heard from him since the last call and I can't get in touch with him."
"O.K.," Lonny said, "but that doesn't explain why you are in the condition that you're in today if this was three days ago. Or else you should have gone to a doctor and seen if there were complications. I'm not trying to sound unsympathetic but I know enough about medicine to know that you are not just in bad psychological shape, but physical as well. I know you're still shook, but I can't buy that that's all. Has this guy gotten out on bail and come looking for you because you pressed charges? Is that what happened?"
"No, it turned out that he was wanted for murder of another prostitute in another state. But! A friend of his came around last night and pulled a gun on me. He said he was going to kill me if I went through with my charges because this creep could beat the other charge, he had pull or something, but this one was too airtight. "I gathered that the other witnesses were not able to be intimidated, or they weren't home, or they were under police protection, otherwise I couldn't see why this guy was so worried. Then I thought it was odd, that I, the one who had been raped, wouldn't be under police protection if this guy was that dangerous.
"Well, I took a wild chance that this man was bluffing and told him to shove it. I wasn't thinking too well and I was mad and I was very foolish. He shot a hole in the wall-you can see it. That made me hold very still and not say a word. He grabbed me and the whole scene from the night before started to go down again, only this time I was conscious and there was a gun on me.
"Thank God for nosy neighbors, sometimes. Helen heard the shot and of course had heard the whole story already. She didn't even come to check, she just called the police and told them to get their asses over here. Meanwhile, I'm trying not to go to pieces.
"He managed to accomplish what he had really come for, but the cops got him, too. Now I've got two suits. I tried to call you, but you weren't home and I tried to call Phil but he wasn't home. I still couldn't get Gene and I couldn't have stood to have Helen here on top of everything else in spite of what she did for me.
"If you look carefully, you'll see a car parked a little ways down the road. They've been here all night and day. That's why I met you in the driveway. I was letting them know that it was all right. I didn't mean to go to pieces on you, but I've been under an awful lot of strain."
"Hey, what's with the apologizing, what else are big brothers for? Do you think that Gene is all right? I mean since you haven't been able to reach him." Lonny continued to rock her back and forth.
"I called his boss this morning and told him what happened and he said that Gene had to go into an area that still doesn't have phones. He wasn't sure when he would get back to civilization but that he would let Gene know as soon as he came back."
Suddenly Lonny knew that the only thing that was going to keep Gilda's head in one piece was if they made love. It would wipe out all the bad memories and there would only be a dull ache every once in awhile. He slipped his hand off of her shoulder and down to her breast. Very very gently he began to squeeze it and fondle it. He took his other hand and turned her face towards his and kissed her lips.
He put his arm back around her and pulled her closer to him, then slid his tongue into her mouth and began to probe around for her tongue. He teased and played with the tip of it once he found it, drawing her out, getting her to respond, getting her to want him. He could hear her breathing calm down and then speed up, but this time he knew it was from passion and not from fear. Gilda thought that the last thing that she would want to do was ball and yet, when Lonny started to stroke her breast and kiss her, she knew that that was what she wanted. She wanted Lonny to say that it was all right and that he didn't think she was unclean or terrible. She wanted to know that he still loved her in spite of it all. She felt her juices well up inside her and begin to flow from her cunt. She felt her whole being become a part of his.
It was all so simple-Lonny touched her and she was him and he was her. There was never any doubt in either of their minds, why would she fight that, why would she want anything different, why should she want anything different? She had been very foolish in trying to change destiny and it was the gods of their world punishing her when she was attacked. She pulled him down onto the couch and wrapped her legs around him. She pressed her beautiful body against his and moved her hips slowly around his crotch, feeling his cock grow and become hard. Her fingers tore at his clothes shaking in their hurry to have him all to herself with nothing between them. Her panties were soaked and clinging to her pussy, she felt like she was burning up and had to get rid of the confining clothes that wouldn't allow her to breathe.
Lonny helped her shed her clothes then he took her breasts into both hands and began to flick his tongue back and forth, from nipple to nipple. He built the speed up until he was going so fast that Gilda could hardly follow him. He was biting and tugging and slapping them as fast as he could go. She was moaning and writhing beneath him, spurring him on to bring her to the point of orgasm.
He felt her hand squeeze between them and take hold of his stiff shaft. He felt her hot fingers slide up and down on the swollen rod, making it tingle, making it ache, making it rise in passion, in wanting, in bursting! Suddenly the creamy liquid was spurting all over them.
Gilda immediately began to rub against him, keeping him hard and smearing the sticky substance totally over them. Then she grabbed his cock and shoved it into her cunt. She felt that overpowering ecstasy once more, the absolute totality of Lonny never ceased to amaze her. She loved it and she loved him and she wanted as much as she could possibly get.
Their movements were swift and easy, they flowed with each other, never did they have to guess what was going on or who was going to move where, they just knew. Faster and faster they drove themselves. Harder and deeper they probed into each other as if to find some secret- some unknown, uncharted land, but they knew that there was none, they knew that they were one and had no secrets.
Lonny thought of Kate and of the gift that she had given him. He was going to give this gift to Gilda, he was going to give it to her through their passion, through their lust, through their wantonness with each other. He was going to show her that there was new land to seek out and explore.
He could feel it coming, he could feel the beauty, the freedom, the raw, razor-edged joy! The pit, the abyss, the orgasm, the heaven or hell-whatever you wanted it to be. He felt the energy that was and could either drive people mad or keep them sane. It roared out of him and into her, out of her and into him, out of him and into her then again out of her and into him!
Gilda raised up on an elbow and looked at him, puzzled.
Lonny had changed, he said he had and now she knew it for sure. She had lost him in a sense and yet she had actually gained him back. She even thought that she might have more of him than she had ever had before. If she was going to really know that, though, she was going to have to try and learn what he was talking about.
She was going to have to try and really find out about this freedom thing. They had had four glorious days so far, but she knew that she was going to have to find this secret door. It was funny, she was the one who had wanted to try and break their bond and now Lonny had done it she had to learn how. He said that she almost had with Phil, so she sort of knew what he was talking about and how it felt
The cops were still watching the place, but this didn't bother her. What did, though, was that Gene was still gone and no one had heard from him. It was on the fourth day that she knew that she really wanted to learn this freedom with Gene. Not to tie herself up with someone else all over again, but because that was the way it should be, by her rules, not anyone else's.
"Lonny?" she turned to him after having just thought of this, "You know what?"
"No, darling, what?"
"I want to learn this freedom with Gene, no one else but him."
"Hey, that's beautiful, honey. I think that you just might be able to. I think that you and Gene could really make a go of it," he said happily.
"But the only thing is, I don't want to stop being with you either. Do you think that Gene will ever be able to accept you as part of the family and we could all three live together?"
"Baby, I have no idea, probably not for awhile. I think that you should work out your own thing first and then suggest it to him. That doesn't mean that I don't want to be with you-obviously I do since I'm here and I could have gone. But I think that it would be unfair to both of you if I stayed around or if you asked Gene the first thing when he walks in the door."
"You're right. We have a lot of catching up to do," she mused.
Then Gilda sat in silence for awhile, thinking about all the events that had happened to her since she had last seen Gene. She thought about how she used to think that he was the one that was trapped and that she was free Now she knew that they both were in traps and they weren't all that different, either.
She was also very worried about Gene. It wasn't like him not to at least write her a letter and let her know that he was all right, especially since they had become so close But maybe this place didn't even have a mail service.
She was so deeply engrossed in her thoughts that she wasn't aware that Lonny had gotten undressed, or that he had started to caress her thigh. It was only when he
touched her clitoris that she realized that he had other things on his mind other than just sitting. She looked at him and smiled a warm, tender smile. Lonny was so beautiful, she loved watching him for hours" at whatever he was doing, it didn't matter what he was doing, it was him. He had to be the most beautiful creature on earth.
Lonny's fingers crept up her thigh and nestled themselves in her cunt. He always loved the warmth and sweet wetness of her pussy, he loved to taste it, to take it into his mouth and suck on it, to feel the plush softness of it squish around in his mouth. He loved the feeling of her cunt walls closing over his shaft and drawing it into the deepest depths of her being.
Gilda stretched out and began to purr like a kitten. The gentle ministrations of Lonny's fingers were lighting up her body and making her feel all tingly and excited. She reached up with her hands and began to play with her own breasts. She rolled her nipples around between her fingers, pulling at them, pinching them, squeezing them, and pulled them far enough so that she could lick on the nipples.
She was intensely aware that Lonny was watching her and that he had a great big smile on his face. She also knew that his cock was hard as a rock from watching her actions. She slowly began to move her hips around and around, urging his fingers to explore further, to take more liberties with the soft hole that they cradled. Her long lithe body, with her silvery blonde hair, seemed to be lit up from inside, radiating a special signal that only she and Lonny knew.
Lonny pulled her legs apart and started to bury his head in her crotch when he suddenly stopped. He got up from the bed and went over to a drawer. He rummaged around in it for a minute then he pulled out some ribbon. He came back to the bed and took Gilda's legs and tied them to the corners of the bed, next he took her arms and tied them to the upper corners of the bed. She was spread out in an V shape and couldn't move.
He climbed back onto the bed and resumed where he had been going in the first place ... to her pussy. He slowly started to lick all up and down her slit, his tongue flattened out, a teasing stroke, a torturing stroke that made her writhe and groan with the pleasure of it. He took her twat lips between his lips and began to suck on them. He sandwiched his tongue between them and slid it up and down. Faster and faster he sucked on her, dipping quickly into her hole, rolling over her clitoris, slapping the little knob of flesh back and forth.
He could feel it get harder and harder and begin to burn with an intense heat. He could feel her writhe and twist more and more. He could hear her groans become louder and louder and her juices flow faster and more abundantly. He could feel her really struggle to be loosed from the velvet bonds that held her. They were going crazy they struggled with each other more and more, they twist ed and turned and the more Gilda struggled the harder Lonny clamped down on her clitoris.
His teeth were pressed in to the hard little flesh biting and scraping along it. He could feel her building and building and he knew that she was on the brink and that the slightest touch would send her over. He stopped and was softly breathing on it, waiting, waiting, until suddenly he flicked across it with the tip of his tongue. Over and over she went, the screams resounding on the four walls, bouncing and echoing as was her clitoris.
Lonny wasted no time at all in slamming his aching rod into the pulsing greedy hole. It swallowed him up and buried him up to the hilt. He felt that her hole would almost gulp his balls down if it could, too. He felt it tug and pull, suck and milk, squeeze and clutch his swollen cock. He felt the edge of orgasm, the overpowering waves of delight, the sea of pleasure, the yawning chasm of lust opening up and engulfing him. He knew that this was going to be a hard and fast fuck or he was going to be consumed by the flames of desire.
She felt the marble shaft enter her and probe deeply into her. She felt the muscles of her cunt ripple all up and down the long pole in her. She moved her body to go with it, then against it, turning from side to side as much as she could. She felt her back draw up and arch like a crossbow ready to fire. She felt the scream of the ages rise in her throat and rip forth from it. She felt Lonny impale her over and over again, faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper as if he was drilling for oil. She, too, knew that it wasn't going to take long for the world of passion to open its doors and welcome them home.
The room shifted from side to side and they were oblivious to anything or any sound, they only knew each other and only wanted the ultimate end. They saw lights flash around them in sparkling shooting colors, then Lonny rocketed off! His semen shot through her and pierced every crevice and place there was in her. It filled her and flowed out again. Her spasms rolled and convulsed over them until they finally lay still.
Lonny lazily reached up and untied the ribbons that held her hands and then untied the ones around her feet, He leaned over and kissed one of her breasts-suddenly there was a sound at the bedroom door. Gilda sat up with a look of terror on her face, then she saw that it was Gene. She started to relax until she saw the look on his face.
"What-what are you doing?" he asked in a seriously puzzled voice.
"We were just finishing making love, Gene," Gilda replied. She couldn't really think of anything else to tell him, except the cold hard truth.
Lonny just looked at Gene, he felt sorry for him because he knew that Gene wasn't going to understand-not for a long time-maybe not forever.