Chapter 13
It was Thursday morning. Vickie had spent a long, tearful night with Connie. She had filled her roommate in on all the details of the Appleton's proposition.
As she expected, Connie immediately began tearing holes in the plan. She had pointed out the many flaws of such an arrangement. Vickie had countered with logical answers. Connie had been unconvinced. She had finally turned on the tears and had begged Vickie not to leave.
Several times during the night Connie had made love to her teenaged darling in an effort to get Vickie to change her mind and stay.
Vickie had almost succumbed to Connie's arguments and love. She wasn't quite sure in her own mind that this was what she really wanted. The session with Peter and Agnes the other night had been wonderful. Peter had risen to new heights and had set a new record for himself for a one night stand. Five times he'd come in Vickie. Twice in her ass, twice in her cunt, and once in her mouth.
In return Vickie had given the odd couple all her love. She'd sucked Agnes off several times and had been sucked in return. All in all it had been a thrilling experience and she emerged three hundred dollars richer. But some doubts remained about the setup. Would it always be like that? Were the Appleton's insatiable? Not that she couldn't cope, but the thought was nagging. Vickie shoved the thought aside finally. Obviously the older people couldn't keep up that pace. She figured they would cut down to maybe twice a week.
Finally Connie had ceased arguing, and had gone along with the idea of her leaving. She even helped Vickie pack her suitcases. This had been accomplished when Vickie had pointed out that she would still be available to make love with Connie. After all, she would be like a daughter to the Appleton's. She'd be allowed to have her friends visit her. Connie could very well be one of her friends.
Any time Connie felt in the mood to love Vickie, all she'd have to do would be to call her, and make a date. Connie had finally agreed to the arrangement.
The girls paused at the front door of the apartment. Vickie was all packed. Turning to Connie, she whispered, her eyes filled with tears, "S'long for now, dear. I'll call you in a few days. We'll have a nice session. Maybe I can talk my new parents into letting you join us for a wild party. Just the four of us? I think they'll go along with it." She smiled. Vickie had a hunch that Peter and Agnes would go along with anything she desired.
"S'long!" Connie pressed her lips to Vickie's in a soul kiss. She forced a smile. "Be seeing you. ..." She broke off as the doorbell rang. Frowning, she opened it, "Who the hell is that?"
She peered out between the crack of the chain. "Who is it?"
"Me. Mike, Is Vickie there?"
Connie frowned. She closed the door, and faced Vickie. "It's Mike. I meant to tell you. He's been calling here almost every hour while you were at the Appletons. Shall I let him in, or send him away?"
Vickie's heart pounded. In her excitement of arranging her future With the Appleton's, she'd forgotten all about Mike. Squaring her shoulders, she sighed. "Let 'im in, I guess. I'll have to face up to him, too."
Connie unhooked the door. Mike barged in. His eyes lit up when he saw the suitcases, packed and ready, and Vickie dressed for going out. "Vickie! Darling! You're all packed and ready to leave with me!" He reached for the bags. "Come on, darling. We'll put your things in my car. Then we'll take your car downtown to that guy and sell it. You can stay with me tonight. We'll leave for the West early in the morning."
Mike, the take charge guy, picked up the bags and ushered her toward the door. His handsome face shone with pleasure.
"Hold it, Mike. Put those bags down!" Vickie's voice cut in on Mike's pleasure. She shook her head. "I'm not leaving with you, Mike!"
"You're not? But your bags are packed?" He frowned. "Where are you going?" He glared suspiciously.
"I'm ... I'm moving in with some relatives," blurted Vickie. "An Aunt and an Uncle. They've invited me to live with 'em. I'm accepting their offer. Good-bye, Mike. It was nice knowing you." Vickie stood firm, though the sight of Mike sent her mind to churning and her heart to thumping.
"But you can't do that!" Mike protested. "I want you to go with me. You sorta half promised you would."
"I changed my mind, Mile. I can't go along with you under those circumstances. What do you take me for?" Vickie blushed, and hastily added, "Don't answer that! Anyway, I'm not going along with you and pre-tend to be your wife. That's final!" She glared.
"Aw, gee!" Mike stood before her, a puzzled expression on his face. "But I love you, hon!" he explained.
"If you loved me, you'd marry me!" Vickie cut loose with the unassailable logic that had been tossed at men since Eve.
Connie eased close, shoved an arm around Vickie's waist and added moral support. "She's right. Mike. Why don't you marry her? It's the only way she'll go along with you."
"Me? Get married!" Mike was horrified.
Vickie sighed. Reaching out, she eased Mike to-ward the door. "Good-bye, Mike. I'll be seeing you sometime, maybe."
"Wait!" Mike drew back. He stared in disbelief. First at Vickie, then at Connie, then back to Vickie. He sighed and sagged resignedly. "Okay, damnit, we'll do it your way. We'll get married!" He brightened. "Maybe it won't be such a bad idea at that! I've been giving the matter some thought. Maybe it's about time I settled down." Drawing Vickie to him, he crushed her to his embrace and showered her with kisses. "I love you. I love you. Will you marry me? Now? Then we'll head West?" He babbled incoherently between kisses.
Vickie smiled happily. Through tears and sobs, she said, "Yes. Yes. Mike. I'm so happy. You won't be sorry. I'll be a wonderful wife."
"Then what are we waiting for. Come on, before I change my mind. Let's go!"
"Wait for me, I'll go along as the bridesmaid." Connie rushed to get dressed. "And while I'm getting ready, dear, you call the Appletons."
Vickie snuggled up to her new husband. They were on a turnpike, heading due West. It was early morning. The morning after their first night together as man and wife. Wrapping an arm through his while he drove, Vickie pulled his well-battered cock out and began toying with it. "I love you, husband mine," she whispered, "And I love this bastard!" She kissed it.
Mike grinned and raised her cocksucking pretty face from his throbbing prick. "Hon, I'd love to have you suck me off, but now? Doing seventy-five miles an hour? On a turnpike?"
"I just wanted to prove how much I love you, dear." giggled Vickie, happily. "Besides there are no other cars on the road this early in the morning."
"And I want this car to stay on the road!" chuckled Mike.
"I see your point!" Vickie tucked his point back into his slacks. She leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes dreamily. She'd have her whole life-time to pleasure her man. And pleasure him she would.