Chapter 5
Gilda paced impatiently by the phone, it was late and Gene still hadn't called her. She had watched Lonny drive off and had just barely been able to restrain herself from calling him back. She had then unpacked, taken a bath, cooked dinner, and gotten ready to go out and still no word from him. Maybe it was raining and the plane had had trouble landing since it was summer and he was going to New Orleans where they often had heavy summer storms. All the rationalization in the world wasn't doing her a bit of good.
Suddenly she was stopped short by the sight of her face in the mirror. She was worried-actually worried about Gene, did he make it all right, did the plane crash, had he forgotten?
"Oh damnit, why don't you call?" she blurted out loud. "I'd better make myself a drink or I'll never make it," she thought to herself, "Besides, I don't want to be a nervous wreck on my first night out. I certainly wouldn't be to score that way." She walked over to the bar, made herself a stiff scotch, went back to the couch and sat by the phone waiting.
Visions of all the horrors that could happen to a plane kept popping in front of her. She took a big gulp of her drink and felt the slow fire travel down to her stomach.
"This is ridiculous," the saner part of her mind mumbled, "I could drive myself crazy this way. Maybe I was better off when I didn't care, at least I didn't go through this kind of crap!"
Then the phone rang, its sound slicing through the air like a knife. It was so abrupt that it made Gilda jump half way across the room. She took a deep breath to try and calm herself down, then went and picked up the black receiver.
"Hello?" she waited for Gene's voice but it never came.
"Gilda, darling, when did you get home-I just now drove in and saw your lights on ... how's Gene? I hope that those in-laws of yours didn't drive you completely bats ..." she paused to take a deep breath. It was Helen, Gilda's next door neighbor.
"Oh my God," Gilda thought, "she could stay on the phone for hours without even trying. What if Gene is trying to get through to me right at this moment. And this damn bitch doesn't take broadside statements-let alone hints. Please Lord, what did I do to deserve this? Please rescue me from the inane yakking box."
"I got back this afternoon, Helen and listen, I'm expecting a call from Gene any minute now, so I'd really appreciate it if you would make this very short!"
"Expecting a call from Gene? I hope that every thing is all right," Helen simpered.
"Nosey, malicious witch!" Gilda cursed under her breath, "Everything is just fine, Helen, couldn't be better.
It's just that Gene's company really needs him to do these business trips since he is the best man that they've got. We were both bitterly disappointed but have promised ourselves a second honeymoon after this one."
"There! That ought to hold her for awhile!" Gilda chuckled, knowing that Helen would be green with envy. Ernie, her husband, would never take her on a second honeymoon, but Gilda couldn't blame him.
"A second honeymoon! Oh Gilda, how simply divine!" Helen gushed into the phone. She hated Gilda with her graceful body and beautiful face. She hated her manners that always attracted people to her, men and women alike. "Where are you going planning on going, dear? I hear that the Riviera is terrific this time of the year."
"And I hope the plane crashes with you in it," Helen thought maliciously, "if only I could get ahold of something, anything, that would make all those people who adore her turn around and hate her. Something that would make them really sick and disgusted by her. But so far it's been like trying to find a snowball in hell!"
"We haven't decided where we are going, ah* we know is that it is going to be far far away from people," Gilda replied, "listen Helen, I really don't want to sound rude, but I honestly have to get off the phone, I don't want to miss Gene's call."
"Oh, of course, Gilda. Bye now." Helen put the receiver back in its cradle, "How come her husband calls her when he goes on a trip? Ernie wouldn't call me, he never has when he is away! I'll get her yet."
Gilda hung up laughing, she wished that she could see Helen's face at that moment. Murder would be written all over it. She knew that Helen thought that life had dealt her a raw deal and that she, Gilda had much more than she deserved. The phone rang again, only this time Gilda didn't jump out of her skin.
"Hello, darling," Gene's warm voice floated into her ears, "I hope you weren't too worried. The plane ran into some air turbulence and a storm right over New Orleans and we had to be rerouted to another airfield."
"Oh Gene, I'm so glad to hear from you. I had thought of storms, along with every other gory detail in the book! Did you just try to call me-I mean like a few minutes ago?"
"No, why?"
"Oh, Helen called, and you know her, she won't get off the phone even if you say you are dying," Gilda laughed lightly.
"I suppose she wanted to know every last detail of what you did and where was I and are we going to get a divorce -no I take that back, she would want to know when is the divorce going through," Gene tossed back.
Gilda broke out in a fit of giggles, "It was just about that. You know I think she tries too hard. Did you know that she has been dedicating her life for the last three years to finding dirt on me? Any kind, she's not fussy, just as long as it will turn people against me. She doesn't even care if it's true or not."
"I had no idea," Gene said with great surprise, "it must not be too rewarding for her. Not to mention disappointing. But I suppose it keeps her occupied and off the streets."
"I miss you; Gene. Try and finish quickly so you can come home," Gilda softly said.
"That's almost enough for me to junk it all and hop the next flight home," Gene replied with enthusiasm.
"I wish you could, darling, I wish you could," Gilda murmured into the uncaring instrument. "You'll never know how much I wish it, Gene," she thought.
"But I know you can't-so just think of me and I'll dream of you."
"I'll think of you every minute of the day and night, darling," he said sincerely, "I have to go now. I don't want to but I have to. Sweet dreams." "Goodnight, Gene, and sleep well-give me a ring tomorrow if you can," she blew a kiss into the phone and then hung up.
She wondered if it was even worth going out, then looked at the clock. It said ten thirty and that was just plainly too long a night. She finished off her drink and walked out of the house.
She had felt out of place at first, but shortly after her arrival, a charming man had struck up a conversation with her. His name was Phil and he had bought her several drinks and now they were at his apartment. It was a typical bachelor setting except with a little more class than most. She felt comfortable and relaxed, there was soft music on and Phil was making her a nightcap. He had driven her there in his car and had promised to drive her back to hers whenever she wanted to go.
For some reason she wanted to leave that opening, even though her whole purpose in going out was to find a bed partner. She watched him move, he was more graceful than most men and she trusted him. She knew that he would keep his word, maybe because of that she would go to bed with him.
"You know, you are really quite a lovely woman," Phil said, handing her her drink and sitting down beside her.
Then suddenly the flash came, that spread through her like raw gin in a starving stomach. She felt an uncontrollable urge to grab him and tear off his clothes and rape him. It was like a savage beast had suddenly taken over her personality. What he was saying was not making the slightest impression on her. All she wanted was to get him into bed as quickly as possible.
Phil felt the surge of electricity shoot out from her. He let it ride for a minute, not wanting to rush things too much. But her passion was too strong, He picked her up in his arms, with no warning what so ever, and carried her off to the bedroom. He threw her down on the sumptuous bed and began to strip off his clothes.
Gilda wasn't one to delay or stall for time, so she quickly followed suit, practically tearing them in her hurry. She spread out on the bed, letting her body sink into the sensation of the satin sheets, which were slightly cool due to the air conditioning in the room. The smooth material enveloped her and made her juices flow down her legs. She squirmed and wriggled around, waiting for Phil to join her.
He watched the gorgeous creature on his bed, watched her in absolute delight. Her long lithe body, with her silvery blond hair that sparkled in the dim light, was having a vibrant reaction on his bouncing tool. He loved each movement that she made and felt himself magnetically drawn to her. He climbed up on the bed and began to nibble on her toes.
"He's torturing me," she thought, "he's going to do this all night long and drive me bananas."
Her long fingernails were clawing at the sheet, clawing, ripping, tearing. He had slowly worked his way up to her kneecaps and she was beginning to snarl. Her pussy was burning with desire, begging to be touched, caressed, gnawed, anything to relieve the aching. Her nipples were so hard that they seemed to suddenly become her whole chest.
Finally he reached her pussy, his tongue teased and circled all around it, lapped at the edges, then stopped. She thought she was going to scream, never before had anyone played with her like this. He got up and went to a drawer, pulled it open, and took out a box. He brought the box back to the bed along with a vibrator.
"Here, put these in your pussy," he handed her two bony balls linked together on a silken string, "you have to shove them way up inside so that they are touching your womb."
Gilda looked at them but didn't ask any questions. She did as she was told and then lay back down. Phil set the vibrator to one side. He leaned over her, picked up her lips and began to suck on her burning cunt. He licked and sucked on her clitoris as he gently rocked her hips back and forth. At first she didn't feel anything except his glorious tongue lapping at her fiery nob of flesh when all at once she sensed a slight jarring deep inside of her.
It was the balls, when they were moved from side to side, they would send a vibration all through her. It felt fantastic! It was the most unbelievable sensation in the world. She felt her juices pour out of her hole all over Phil's hands-she felt like she was going to become a vanilla milkshake, she felt like she was going to give the clouds a run for their money.
She moaned and groaned and tried to move faster, but Phil had ahold of her hips too tightly for her to be able to have much success. He was beating his tongue against her faster and faster and spasms were slamming through her as the world kept fading and jerking back into focus. She thought she was going to go crazy, she felt herself slipping away from reality and then suddenly the universe burst in upon her, the milkyway became her playground, space became her bed.
She started to pull the magic playtoys out when Phil said, "No, no, you haven't experienced them to their fullest. Here, take the vibrator and push it up against the balls."
She took the vibrator and pushed it against the round objects.
"No, not that way, put it inside of you then turn it on."
She did so and all of a sudden jerked straight up. She got up on her knees and then sat down on the vibrator, shoving it even harder against the rattling balls. Phil nodded approval, got up and stood over her. He reached down and pulled her head up, making her mouth pop open. Then he shoved his cock inside. She felt it ram its way down her throat, she almost gagged but couldn't because of the position she was in. She had to gasp for air and finally she was able to relax her throat and begin to suck on the huge shaft invading it.
Her tongue circled around the tip, slipped up and down the length of it, and back up to the tip. She sucked on it, played with it with her lips, teased him and tortured him as he had done to her. She reached up with her hands and
began to fondle his balls. She rolled them around between her fingers, brought them up to her mouth and ran her tongue over them while still sucking on his cock at the same time. She tasted tiny spurts of his semen and was determined to get more. She milked his balls, sucked his cock, and twisted around on the vibrator shoved up inside of her. She was no longer a human being, but instead an entity of pleasure, an entity of pure sensation, a creature of wanton passion. Her velvet walls felt like they had engulfed the whole world within them. She felt the orgasm build inside of her, higher and higher, so she sucked on Phil faster and harder, impaling his sword into her gaping orifice. The vibrator quivered, the balls rattled, her teeth chewed and nibbled at his rod.
Faster and faster she drove the two of them until they erupted like the volcano on Mount Vesuvius. Their molten lava spreading and firing off all around them. Phil's gushing into the hole of her mouth, hers down over the and vibrator and onto the satin sheets. Spasm after spasm wracked their bodies which were ramming against each other as if they were tied together. Garbled screams chocked forth from Gilda, long deep groans crawled out of Phil's gut and filled the air.
Phil pulled out of her mouth, still shooting his semen, and pushed her over onto her stomach. He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart then took his prick and slammed it into her. Pain, exquisite pain soared through her! He reached around and took hold of the vibrator and began to move it in and out simultaneously with his cock.
She felt the vibrator, the balls, his rod, all converging together and against each other with only a thin, very thin wall separating them. She felt like she was filled to tee brim, that her body was absorbing everything in the world-that she was the world, that the world was her.
He felt the vibrator, the balls, her burning ass all pounding against him. He felt like he was flying, he felt like he was jet-propelled. Her ass was so tight that he could barely move in it and the motion of her screaming writhing body was only forcing him further and further to ecstasy.
They twisted and turned against each other, they writhed and bucked against each other, each determined to outdo the other. Faster and harder, deeper and deeper, more and more-until they could stand it no longer, until the earth opened up and swallowed them alive. Then they collapsed into each others arms and swiftly fell asleep.