Chapter 7
Before he left Jill's apartment, Tad and the girl returned to bed for another fast, furious, and absolutely delightful session of hot fucking. After all, he hadn't seen the girl in years, and he truly enjoyed the feel of her breasts rubbing up against his chest, the nipples stiff with passion, the way she rubbed his cock with her mouth and legs, and the way she opened up her slim legs invitingly and let him shove his cock deep into her warm, moist cunt.
Then he was off to see Dr. Miles Johnson, the family physician. Dr. Johnson had doctored the Marshalls ever since Tad could remember, and the youth recalled him as a rather large man with a big head and large sensitive eyes that peered through thick-lensed glasses. His office was in Santa Monica in a good location. The doctor had built up a good practice over the years.
When Tad entered the reception room, he was pleased to see a familiar blonde sitting at the window. She smiled when she looked up and saw him.
"Tad Marshall," she enthused, "when did you get back?"
"I arrived in town here only yesterday, Mary. It's good to see you."
It would be good, Tad thought, to see a lot more of her. In her crisp white uniform, she looked as pure as the driven snow, but he'd seen the girl in a bikini that showed off her full breasts and long slim legs in a way that had made his blood pound. On more than one occasion, he'd been tempted to make a pass at her. He'd had dreams of removing the bikini and kissing her breasts, sucking the nipples with his eager lips, and then moving down across her rounded belly and placing his mouth between her legs. He'd never seen her crotch naked, but he had the feeling she was a natural blonde, with just a few wispy blonde hairs surrounding her cunt.
"Uh-oh," she said, "you've got that look on your face again."
"I've been overseas a long time," he told her with a laugh.
"Without a woman either, I suppose. You've been saving yourself for me-all this time."
"Of course," he said.
It was harmless banter, but there was an undercurrent of truth to it all. Tad had the feeling that if he really pressed his luck, Mary would spread her delicious legs for him. But he also had the feeling that Dr. Johnson had thoughts in that direction. They'd never discussed it, but Tad wouldn't put it past the old duffer to be fooling around with his receptionist, not that Tad blamed him of course.
"Why don't you wait in his office," she said, "and I'll see if he's busy."
Tad nodded and went in just as the girl got up from her desk, showing an inspiring flash of female thigh along the way, and preceded him down a corridor. He couldn't resist reaching and patting her ass for a moment before he turned into the doctor's office.
"Fresh!" she called back to him, but he knew she'd enjoyed the caress as much as he had.
"Tad! Tad Marshall!" Dr. Miles Johnson's voice said a moment later from the corridor. The man himself appeared in the doorway.
They shook hands, sat down, and talked small talk for awhile before the doctor said, "I was sorry to hear about your mother, Tad. How's your father taking it?"
"He seems to have recovered pretty fast," Tad said, trying to keep bitterness from his voice and failing. "Of course, he has a new wife now to keep him occupied."
"So I've heard. A pretty woman."
"Yes." Tad leaned forward in his chair. "Listen, I've got to ask before I go nuts, no matter what my father says about it. There was something strange about my mother's death, wasn't there?"
Dr. Miles Johnson hesitated. "I had the feeling that someday, Tad, you'd walk through that door and ask me something like that. I was going to say you were wrong, to spare you any more grief."
"I'd appreciate it if you'd tell me what you know."
"I checked your mother just before I went on vacation," Dr. Miles Johnson said slowly. "Her heart, her liver, the works. Except for a slight backache, she was in perfect health, with every possibility of living to a ripe old age. I always thought it was remarkable that she waited until I'd gone before she became ill. And when she died-that was unthinkable."
Tad was very excited. At last somebody else was voicing suspicions similar to his own. And there was nothing that Laura could say to him that would dissuade him from his suspicions, though she'd certainly try. She'd spread her legs and give him a view of her crotch and suck his cock all night long-but he still wouldn't think she was innocent of any wrongdoing!
"I left a forwarding address with your mother, but I never heard from her. Instead, I got a letter from the servants-the Bakers-who said they'd been let go after years of service. They said they were worried because your mother had gotten ill and this secretary-Laura something-or-other-who worked for your father, had taken over, was doing all the cooking and everything. They said your mother complained about the food she was being fed and the way she was treated. Actually, at the time I thought it was just sour grapes because they'd been fired, but if I'd known-"
Tad said slowly, "If someone wanted to cover up a murder, cremation would be a good way to do it, wouldn't it?"
Dr. Johnson stared at him thoughtfully for a moment. "It would be an excellent way of getting rid of the evidence, Tad. No autopsy could be performed."
He shook his head. "But it's too unbelievable .that someone could be doing this under your father's nose."
"He was grief-stricken, remember, at her illness, and busy taking care of his investments," Tad reminded him. "Do you have the Bakers' new number?"
"Sure," Dr. Johnson said. He consulted a rotary index and then scribbled a phone number on a sheet of paper along with the address. He shoved the paper across the desk. "You can use the phone in here if you want. You'll have to excuse me, but I've got to get back to my patients. Let's get together sometime later, say next week."
"I'd like that, sir, and thanks."
They shook hands and the doctor went out, leaving Tad to dial the number given him. The phone rang several times before it was picked up and a woman's voice said, "Hello."
"Shirley, this is Tad. Tad Marshall."
For a moment there was stunned silence. Then: "Tad, you're home. How wonderful."
"I'd like to talk to you and James as soon as possible."
"Come over tonight," she invited. "Well have dinner together and talk over old times. Seven all right?"
"I'll be there," Tad promised.
He hung up and stood thinking for a moment. Finally, it seemed as though he was getting somewhere.
At a sudden movement, he looked up to see Mary standing in the doorway, a sensuous smile on her pretty face.
"Ready for me now?" she asked.
He laughed. "Any time, baby."
He thought she was kidding, but he found he was wrong. She came in, closed the door and locked it, and began unbuttoning her white uniform.
"The doctor will be busy with a patient for at least ten minutes," she said. "I want to show you a new technique I've developed."
She removed her white uniform and her bra and underwear and stood in front of him naked. Then she sat him down in the chair and unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. It had gone limp, so she rubbed it between her hands, rolling it over the palms, until it stiffened. She had extremely large breasts. She leaned forward now and pressed his cock between her breasts, filling her cleavage with it, and rubbed her mammary flesh up and down over the throbbing sides of his cock.
"Have you ever been jerked off between a girl's breasts before?" she asked him.
"No," he said, gritting his teeth. "It feels good, Mary."
"Glad you like it," she laughed. "Another first."
She continued rubbing his stiff cock with her breasts held on either side of the male flesh, and on the downstroke she lowered her face and stuck out her tongue to lick the droplets of moisture collecting on the very tip of his organ.
He gritted his teeth harder. Between them he muttered, "I can't take any more of this. Come on, let's fuck!"
It took only a few seconds before Mary had an orgasm and Tad quickly followed with one of his own, coming big and strong deep inside her cunt with such force that he groaned and she squealed her pleasure.
Then they separated, and she hastily pulled on her nurse's uniform again. She kissed him before unlocking the door. "Don't be such a stranger," she said.
"I won't," he promised.