Chapter 6
Jill lived in a tiny apartment on Fountain Avenue in Hollywood. It was light and airy and looked out on a central courtyard filled with tropical plants. It was adequate for a single girl and cozy for a couple, in case the single girl decided to have a guest in for the night or over a weekend.
Tad Marshall had been such a guest, and he counted himself lucky. It had been so natural the first time they'd gotten together sexually. They'd kissed warmly and embraced, and before long he had his hand on her naked breast and another hand up her legs massaging her warm, moist cunt, while her own hand was busy massaging his cock. It had occurred on their first date, and the problem of whether or not to kiss never came up. He had fucked her instead, and neither of them had ever had any regrets.
Now as he parked his car in front of the complex of apartments and walked into the courtyard, Tad felt an excitement fill him such as he hadn't known for a long time. He wondered if she'd changed at all, and if he'd changed without knowing it. Perhaps she'd taken on a lover herself, as he had had many girls during his time away. He felt an unreasoning pang of jealousy at that thought.
When she threw open the door, smiled, and hugged and kissed him, he knew that nothing had changed. He said, "You look good enough to eat."
She laughed and said, "Talking sexy again, eh? You're a fast worker."
He went in, thinking he wouldn't mind eating her. He loved to nuzzle her dark pubic hair and smell the intensely female smell of her delicious cunt. She seemed a little fuller than he'd remembered her, but it only made her more voluptuous, and he told her so. She still had the same slim, curved legs that he loved to have around his body, the full breasts that he enjoyed kissing, the dark brown hair that swirled tantalizingly along his belly when they made love.
She was wearing shorts and a halter that showed off her legs and the promising fullness of her breasts. "How about something to drink?" she suggested. "You intoxicate me enough, beautiful," he said, palming her breasts.
Laughing she leaped away. "Have you eaten lunch, I mean?" And when he shook his head no, she said, "I'll make us some sandwiches and we can talk. The booze is in the cupboard. Make us some tall, cool ones, will you?"
Strange, Tad thought. He returned to his father's house to find himself a stranger in a strange land. Yet here with Jill it was as though he'd never been away.
While she busied herself at the counter making sandwiches for them, Tad got glasses from the cupboard along with a bottle of whiskey. He paused then and looked at the brown-haired girl. She was cutting up some meat and the motion made her ass wiggle very enticingly. He let his gaze roam over her bare legs, her naked midriff, the tight cloth that showed the crack in her ass, the halter through which the nipples jutted in bold relief against the cloth. She was every bit as good as Hilda and Laura and everyone else.
She glanced over at him and smiled. "A penny for your thoughts, mister."
He glided up behind her, pressed his groin tight against her rounded ass, and reached up under her arms with his hands to massage her breasts.
He said, "I want to fuck you, Jill. Now."
She sighed and turned to face him. "I thought you'd never ask."
He mashed his lips on hers and pulled her close. Then he lifted her in his arms and carried her across the living room to the bedroom, where he gently deposited her on the bed. As she wiggled out of her shorts and halter, he stripped off his own clothes and then lay down beside her.
"Oh, Tad," she murmured, "I've missed you so."
"I've missed you, too, Jill, more than you know."
It was funny, but he had missed her more than he himself knew, and he hadn't realized it until just now.
His lips moved hungrily over her mouth, her cheek, her throat, along the slopes of her breasts.
Greedily, he sucked each of her nipples until they stood up aching with swollen need. He rained a stream of kisses along her writhing belly and shifted his body around so he could rest the side of his head on the slim, beautiful legs she opened wide for him.
He gasped with delight as he felt her hands reach for his balls and his cock and take them gently between her hands to rub. Her face lowered over his crotch and she began kissing his stiffening male flesh, licking him all over his genitals, finally opening up her mouth and taking his cock between her lips.
Inches before his eyes was her lovely cunt, softly quivering, moist and warm with increasing passion, surrounded by soft brown hairs. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He bent his head forward and inhaled the delicious perfume of her female crotch, extended his tongue to lick the outer lips of her cunt, and delved into the opening to search for her clit, because he knew that would please her.
He felt as though he were on fire with desire for this girl he hadn't had in too long a time. Her mouth sucked flames into his cock as she worked him over with her lips, her tongue, and her teeth. He returned the favor with gratitude, nipping at her clit, tonguing it back and forth until it stood up, overcome with passion.
After a moment, she raised her head and gasped, "I can't take any more of this, Tad. Fuck me, please."
Tad felt the same way. He twisted around on the bed and rolled between her spread legs, reaching down to guide the tip of his throbbing cock into her pulsating cunt. She moaned and moved her full breasts across his chest, the nipples teasing his flesh unmercifully. He thrust his cock in and out with a steady rhythm, not ramming it in the way he had with Laura, but doing it with a gentle persistence that imparted not only physical pleasure of the most intense kind, but also a deep-abiding affection. His hands moved over her flanks, under her writhing ass, up over her breasts.
She clamped her legs and arms tightly about him and began rocking and rolling under him. He recognized the symptoms in her. She was about to have an orgasm, and more than anything else right then he wanted to have one with her.
It wasn't difficult. The sight and the feel and the smell of her body had worked him up to the point where he was ready to come at any time. He thrust into her, matching her rhythm with his own. When she moaned and stopped still, hugging him tight with her entire body, he forced his cock into her cunt as far as it would go and let it spurt spasm after spasm deep inside her.
They collapsed then and for a moment said nothing, just content to be in each other's arms. He was afraid she'd ask him if he'd had any other women while he'd been away, but she didn't. He wondered if she'd had any boyfriends, but he was even more afraid of asking her.
After awhile, without a word, she kissed him and returned to the kitchen to fix the sandwiches. He lay there for a while, thinking how wonderful the reunion with Jill had been, and then he got up and went into the kitchen with her. She hadn't bothered getting dressed, possibly because she was hoping for seconds, and the sight of her naked ass and the long sweep of her smooth legs was quite inspiring, even to a man who'd just had one of the biggest orgasms of his life. She stood with her legs still slightly apart, so he could see moist strands of pubic hair dangling between them at the crotch.
"Are you going to stand there all day?" she said without turning around, "or make me that drink you promised?"
He laughed and went to make the drink. A few minutes later they sat nude at the kitchen table, eating sandwiches and sipping drinks.
"How was your homecoming, Tad?" she asked finally.
"Grim," he said. "It was a shock to me to find out that not only was my mother dead but my father had remarried."
Jill stared at him. "Your father has remarried? But it's only been a couple of weeks since-"
Tad nodded. "I know. That bothers me, but not as much as something else, something I can't quite put my finger on. There's something mysterious about my mother dying as she did. I have the feeling that some place along the line there was negligence that made her die. Or else-" He hesitated, then went on, "-she was murdered,! "
Jill's pretty face registered shock. "You can't mean it, Tad."
He shrugged. "Honestly, baby, I don't know what to believe." He told her about the conversation he'd overheard in his father's bedroom. "Apparently there's something you might be able to tell me."
She thought a moment, then shook her head. "I haven't the faintest idea what I could tell you, Tad. But I do know why your father is angry around you and his new, young wife. He's jealous."
"Jealous?"
"Sure, it's the classic situation. Don't you ever read books? The older man and the younger wife and the young male farmhand or gardener-"
"I don't think that's it," Tad said, knowing it was one real factor and not wishing to admit it to Jill. How could he tell the girl he'd already fucked his new stepmother more than once on his first day home? He couldn't, not now especially, after she'd welcomed his cock into her body.
"Well, I hope he doesn't have any reason to be jealous," she said.
Tad felt irritated by her persistence. "What the hell does that mean?"
"It means," she said, "simply that you're a man and she's a woman-a very lovely and desirable woman, apparently-and you're both living in the same house. It would be only natural for you to be attracted to her."
She was feeling him out. He grabbed her and held her close. "With a hot female body like you've got, Jill, you don't have to worry about me going to anyone else."
That pleased her. "You really like my body, Tad?"
"You know I do, baby," he said. "I love to feel your breasts on my chest, to have your lovely cunt go over my stiff cock. I can't fuck you enough, you know that."
"Well, I just hope you can resist your stepmother, that's all. I wouldn't be at all surprised if she made a play for you-you know, accidentally let you see her body when she was going from the shower, or maybe opening her legs at the moment you're looking in her direction."
He couldn't help but blush. He couldn't tell her that Laura was forever giving him glimpses of her cunt and breasts. He said, "You sound-like-an expert."
"I'm an expert on lots of things. For example, if you were really suspicious of your stepmother, I could have some of my lawyer friends check on her background for you. They might turn up something interesting."
Tad's impulse was to say yes. But then his father had lots of lawyer friends, too, and if the old man ever learned that the son was snooping around, digging up dirt to throw in his face-what if he were wrong, and everything was on the up and up with Laura and his father and with his mother's death?
He didn't want to hurt the old man any more than he'd been hurt already.
He shook his head. "No. Not now. I'll let you know if I change my mind."