Chapter 8

Janis stared up at the ceiling, her body lying naked beneath the sheet. "He's got to come," she whispered. "He's got to!" It was more than two hours since she'd heard Van and Peggy come upstairs for the night, yet the only sound after that had been her own restless turning in the bed.

Van had agreed to nothing that afternoon, but she was positive that his silence was its own consent. It was obvious he resented her little blackmail attempt and several times during the course of the evening Janis had thought he was about to shatter it by confessing to Peggy himself. He had said nothing, however, and neither did Janis. Not that she wouldn't if he didn't show up, though.

She promised herself that she would wait for him all night, if necessary, and if he didn't come she would tell Peggy about the incident at the lake first thing in the1 morning. Why not? she thought bitterly. I've tried everything I can think of to get him. If this doesn't work, there's no reason in the world why I should spend the whole summer in this dump. But if he does, our man Van is going to be doing double-duty around this house for a long while!

She began to smile with contentment as she thought of how happy she would be able to make Van. Maybe, once he'd had a taste of the joys her young body could give him, he'd even decide to leave Peggy and marry her. Its possible! Janis told herself. After all, I've got, so much more to offer!

As her fantasy took shape in her mind, she began to imagine what life with Van would be like. Of course she'd throw out nearly all of the furniture already in the house. Her own taste was so radically different from Peggy's that when she got finished redecorating, it wouldn't even look like the same place. She'd put in a lot of the trim, modern furniture she'd admired in store windows and decorating magazines. Lots of big, fluffy pillows scattered around the floor, too, she decided, so when the mood came over them they could just stretch out and make love wherever and whenever they felt like it.

She'd pamper Van outrageously, do things for him that Peggy didn't do and make him truly feel like the lord of the manor. Things like bringing him breakfast in bed and washing his back when he took a bath. They'd make love every morning before he went to work, too, she thought as her fantasy expanded outrageously. And when he came home at night they'd both get into the bathtub and make love again, right there in the middle of all that soapy water! She pictured herself and Van making love all over the house. On the kitchen table, out in the yard on the soft grass he was so carefully, nurturing, going up the stairs, in a closet, while she was bent over the sink washing the supper dishesl

As her erotic thoughts blossomed, Janis felt her body beginning to stir with renewed desire. She was already keyed up in anticipation of having Van come to her room, but her imaginative ideas were quickening the tension. Her hand slipped in under the sheet and softly caressed the inner surfaces of her thighs. The skin was moist and hot, ready to be taken by a man's strong loins.

Her fingers gently touched the center of her softness and her belly jumped in shock as a sharp thrill raced through it. He better hurry, she muttered. I'm so hot I'm going to set the sheets on fire in another minute!

She tried to console herself by toying between her legs, but that only made waiting so much more difficult to endure. The temptation to slip her fingers into that warm, quaking center was all but overpowering, yet she resisted it. She wanted to keep herself triggered, ready to fire as soon as Van possessed her.

She started to reach for a cigarette, hoping that would relieve some of her anxiety, when her ears perked to attention. She thought she heard the sound of a door creaking open down the hall. She sat up and listened. A moment later she heard the soft pad of footsteps moving slowly down the hall. They stopped outside the door and she held her breath. In the semi-darkness she could see the knob turning and then the door pushed open. Van stood naked in the doorway, his body outlined by the hall light behind him.

"Janis?" he whispered.

"Come on in. I'm waiting."

He stepped uncertainly into her room, his eyes blinking against the sudden darkness, and shut the door. "Are you in bed?"

"Of course! Where'd you think I'd be?" She held out her hand to him. "Over here." Van approached the bed and stopped just alongside him. "What took you so long?" she asked.

"Does it matter? I came, didn't I?"

Janis laughed softly and reached out to clasp his manhood. "Not yet, honey," she purred. "But you will." She pushed back the sheet and tugged gently on his flesh. "Come on, crawl in."

Van got into bed and lay rigidly on his back. "I don't know why I'm doing this," he muttered. "I should just let you tell Peggy and get it over with. This is just complicating matters further."

Janis scrambled onto her knees, hovering over him and straddling his body with one leg over each side. "You know why you're doing it," she murmured, bending down to kiss him quickly on the mouth. "You can't resist me."

"Hah!" he laughed sharply.

"Don't laugh! It's true! You know you can't resist me! I'm more woman than you've ever had in your life!"

His eyes looked coldly into hers in the darkness. "Baby, I doubt if you're even half the woman your sister is."

Janis's back bristled at the challenge. "Oh, yeah? We'll see about that! We'll just see about that!"

She slid herself quickly down, squatting on Van's knees. Her hands tickled their way over his hairy stomach and down to his groin. He was soft. She lifted him, working him in her fingers, but there was no response.

"Forget it," Van urged. "I'm a one-woman guy."

"Like hell you are! No man is!"

She played with him for several minutes more, but when it seemed apparent her fingers were getting nowhere, she decided to try her mouth. She moved further back on him and drew her head down. Her long hair fell like strands of silk across his belly. Holding him up, her tongue began to stroke up and down Van's length, circling him and nibbling on him in a way that had never failed to work with any other man she'd encountered. She felt a slight pulsing response, but still not the effect she wanted.

Twisting her head to the side, she lay her cheek on the man's thigh and brought him to her lips. She captured him and pulled him all the way into her mouth, so deeply that her nose was buried in the thick patch of hair below his belly. She held him in place for a moment, then began a furious motion with her tongue, washing over him in every possible angle until at last she felt htm beginning to stiffen in response.

She continued to suck as her fingers dropped to the pouch dangling between his legs. She tickled the hairy orbs with her fingertips, tossing them gently up and down and adding another dimension to the excitement she was showering on Van. As she teased him, he swelled in answer, until Janis could no longer keep all of him comfortably in her mouth. She backed off and lifted her head from his thigh.

Poising herself directly over him, she began to bob her head up and down from his lap, taking him as deeply as she could without choking. Her tongue tickled back and forth with the steady strokes of a metronome. Her lips tightened and relaxed as she fed him in and out of her mouth. In a matter of minutes Van was as excited and ready as any woman could want a man to be.

Under other circumstances, Janis would have stayed down on him until she'd finished what she started. But she didn't have to remind herself that these were far from normal circumstances and she'd been disappointed right at the crucial moment far too many times to take a chance- on losing him again. Her vow to make him beg for it was completely forgotten as she slipped him free of her mouth and swung her body up, straddling him with her thighs poised in mid-air just above him.

She reached down and captured him with her hand, lifted him up straight and held him as she began to settle her weight down.

"Oh, God!" she gasped, as the bigness of him began to enter her. She felt as though she was sitting on a flagpole! There was pain-more than she'd felt with a man in a long, long time-but the pleasure that accompanied it was more than worth the effort. Slowly, inch-by-inch, she lowered herself on him until she wasv sitting on Van's stomach and the strength of him was buried deep inside her.

She leaned forward and kissed him hard on the mouth. His tongue resisted at first, refusing to do battle with hers, but as Janis began to move herself up and down on him he weakened and surrendered himself completely to the erotic thrills they shared.

As they kissed, his hand groped blindly for her breasts. He caught them and squeezed them hard, making her squeal in pain as his thumbs and forefingers pinched the nipples with such force it seemed he wanted to pluck them from her tits.

"Not so hard!" she cried, tearing her mouth from his.

"What's the matter, baby?" he grunted. "I thought you liked it hard! Aren't you the girl who said she could take it that way?"

"Van, please . . ." The pain he was bringing to her tits was unbearable. It was all she could do to keep from screaming and bringing Peggy running down to the room on the double.

She struggled to get away from him, when suddenly he wrapped his arms around her waist and threw her over onto her back, covering her instantly and pinning her flat to the bed.

"Let's see just how good you are, baby," he growled. "You wanted it, now let's see if you like it!".

Her eyes flew open and she had to bite down into the pillow to keep from screaming as Van lunged into her; throwing the full force of his strong body behind it. He drove so deeply that she feared he was going to split her right down the middle!

"Like it?" Van snarled. "Huh, baby? Like it?"

Janis clung tightly to his shoulders as he hammered at her, his body pounding down with such force that the old bed began to shake and the headboard bang against the wall. He was ruthless in his strokes, mindful of nothing but his own raw pleasure. He seemed, in fact, to be trying to punish her with his body, make her scream for him to stop.

But that cry would never come from Janis's mouth. She had waited for this too long, wanted him too badly to end it now that she had him. She was positive she could turn the tables on him, make it as pleasurable for herself as it was for him. She began to grind her hips up at him,~ opening and offering herself to the brutal lunges in the hope of finding some pleasure in them.

Slowly, her body began to respond. She felt her in-sides turning to hot jelly, her stomach quivering as wave after wave of throbbing desire shot into her. Her head began to twist on the pillow, her legs flopping weakly up and doWn from the bed. Drool dribbled down from her mouth and all she could do was whimper incoherently as Van's big body continued to thunder above her.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" she gasped, as she felt herself finally surrendering completely to him. She clung tighdy, pouring out every bit of her resistance as the savage lovemaking overpowered her. A moment later, she felt Van answering.

She held onto him for several minutes afterwards, listening to the harsh sound of his breathing as he struggled to get control of himself again. Slowly he lifted off her and rolled onto his back.

"Well?" Janis whispered.

"Well what?" he said tiredly.

"Was I better than Peggy? Aren't you sorry you said that about me now?"

His hand patted her sweat-moistened belly. "Baby, you were just fine. But you're still a girl and Peggy's still a woman."

"What?" Janis shrieked.

"It's nothing against you," Van explained. "It's just that you don't have the experience she does. In time, I'm sure you're going to be just fine."

"I'm just fine right now!" she cried. "You're lying! You're just afraid to admit that I'm better than she is!"

"If that's what you want to think," Van yawned. He started to get up. "Now that I've kept my part of the bargain, if you don't mind I'm going back to bed. I'm tired."

"Well, I do mind!" Janis swore. "And you're not that tired! I'll make you admit the truth if it takes all night!"

She swung herself over him, trapping him in the bed. He was still semi-aroused and she thrust herself down on him with a fury. Working her muscles and bouncing on him in a way she knew was sure to reassert his masculinity, she felt him coming back to life and in another minute Van was just as strong as he'd been before.

This time it was Janis whose lovemaking knew no bounds. Hovering over him, she writhed and twisted and drove herself into a dozen different contortions, using her body like a machine to assault Van's flesh in every way she knew. She bounced up and down on him until the springs creaked with one long, steady song and the picture on the wall behind the bed flopped wildly back and forth.

He squeezed her breasts and stroked her stomach, urging her to slow down before she killed herself, but Janis wouldn't listen. She drove herself mercilessly, determined to give him a night such as no other woman had ever done or would possibly be able to duplicate.

When the end came, it was with the violence of a fireworks explosion. Janis's head flew back and she had to bite into her arm to keep from shrieking the roof down. She had never felt such dynamite go off in her life and when it was over she slumped weakly onto Van's chest, her body covered with perspiration and every muscle in her limp with exhaustion.

"Well?" she gasped. "Did I prove my point?"

"You were great, baby," Van said, patting her bare behind and urging her off him.

"That's not what I want to know! It was better than Peggy gives you, wasn't it?"

Van looked away and swung his legs off the bed.

"Wasn't it?" Janis shrieked, catching him by the shoulder and forcing him to turn and look at her.

He shook his head slowly from side to side. "No, Janis, it wasn't."

"Wh-?" She was speechless, too stunned to do anything but gasp and gape at him in shock.

"You were great, Fin not denying it. But you've still got a lot to learn about loving before you can come close to matching Peggy."

"Get out of here," Janis muttered. "Get out of here before I kill you!"

*Tm sorry."

She picked up one of the pillows and threw it at him as hard as she could. "Get out!" she shrieked. Hot tears were brimming in her eyes as she watched him leave the room and shut the door behind him. The moment he was gone she doubled over and began to cry more bitterly than she had ever cried in her life.

"It's not true!" she sobbed. "It's just not true!"