Chapter 13

It had been a difficult night. After a half hour of silence while they'd undressed, they'd fallen into bed and slept without moving more than ten hours. When he awoke it was late Sunday morning and Greg blinked as he sat up.

For a blessed few seconds he didn't remember a thing and then it all came back. The orgy-the total orgy that had lasted far too long and had involved all the wrong people. He swiftly turned his head and looked down at Karen.

Her golden hair was fanned out on the pillow and her lips were parted as she breathed deeply. She lay on her back with the covers pulled down to her waist. He watched the rise and fall of her breasts, their nipples pushing against the gossamer material of her nightgown.

Breasts. He thought about Sigrid and then about Diana. Diana. She had been the last straw and Karen's wrath had been brought down on the young girl. Before she had driven her back to her own apartment she'd made the child promise to return that morning for a long heart-to-heart talk with Karen.

He glanced toward the bedside clock. Almost eleven, the hour which had been set. Gently he touched Karen s shoulder and her eyes opened at once.

"It's getting late," he murmured as he lowered his face close to hers. "Almost eleven."

"Eleven?"

"You remember. Diana's coming over for her lecture."

His wife sat up and rubbed her eyes. Then she stretched and yawned and, exhausted as he was, Greg couldn't keep his eyes from her body. Yes, he could make it one more time that weekend, if she were willing.

Karen looked at him, seeming to sense his question, which was more perception than she would have shown before the lengthy encounter with the Taylor clan. She shook her head now. "I'm sorry, dear. Not now. We...I have too much to do."

"I could handle it. I think I could keep on top of things all right."

Again she shook her head. "No, this calls for girl talk. I'm going to get them both over here to have it out."

Greg swung his feet to the floor and scratched himself. "What's the purpose? It's done. It isn't-likely to happen again."

He was surprised when Karen touched his shoulder, for she had gone to bed angry at him. "I did a lot of thinking during the night, darling. We both made the mistake. All we can do now is try to put it behind us, learn from it, and do our best not to let it happen again."

He frowned. "Sigrid thinks it'll do us some good."

"Maybe it will, but right now I'm not so sure."

They dressed slowly and Greg padded into the kitchen to make coffee while Karen showered. Then he dressed and went into the front room. At the door he was picking up the Sunday paper when the door to 5-B opened. Diana came out and turned toward him. She was alone.

She looked differently from the night before. No longer was she wearing an old shirt and jeans. She had on a child's miniskirt and a crisp white blouse. She looked as though she were on her way to Sunday school to sing in the choir. She squinted in the morning sunlight and chirped a hello to Greg.

He nodded. "You're right on time. Where's your mother?"

"Having another cup of coffee." She smiled more broadly. "Want to pop in and see her?"

Greg shook his head. "No, thanks. Come on, my wife's waiting to talk to you."

Karen was in the parlor. She had cleaned herself up, put her nightgown back on, and then she'd tied a white robe around herself. She looked sophisticated and sexy with her golden hair falling around her shoulders. She seemed very much in control of herself and Greg almost pitied poor Diana.

Karen waved at a chair and Diana sat in it. Greg remained by the front door, half out of the way. This wasn't his scene. "Where's your mother?"

"She'll be along. She thought I ought to talk to you alone first."

Karen shrugged. "I don't see why. Diana, you know you did wrong last night, don't you? You know we all did the wrong things. We behaved like animals."

Diana also shrugged. "I had a good time. I know Mr.

Eastman did, too. I thought you had a ball, personally. Maybe you think it's sinning but my mother says it's nature's way to have a good time with everybody loving each other. She says that when you two are together alone later you'll love each other better than ever before."

The kid made it sound so innocent that Greg was inclined to buy it. After all, the Taylors seemed to thrive on free love, among themselves and with their neighbors. If Sigrid missed her ex-husband, she gave no sign.

"It's still sinning," Karen insisted. "You are a little sinner. I am even more at fault because I am old enough to know better. But I behaved like a child."

Diana's lower hp went out in a sullen pout. "That's not what my mother says."

To hell with your mother!"

Diana leaped up and no longer did she look like the child she was. She looked like a tough adult masquerading in a child's costume. She marched up to Karen and thrust her small breasts toward her. "My mother is the wisest person in the world."

The most evil, you mean," Karen countered, and it was her turn to thrust her own breasts forward. They easily outmatched Diana's underdeveloped pair.

"Not true!" Diana blurted and she looked ready to cry.

Karen stepped closer to the girl, reasserting her seniority. She thrust her breasts again and they collided with Diana's thin chest. The younger girl bounced back and she began to backtrack until her buttocks came up against the back of a couch. She was halted and, as she leaned back, Karen leaned menacingly over her.

"I don't want any of you over here ever. And I don't want your mother seeing my husband. Ever. Is that clear? Will you take that message back to that...that person?" She was almost shouting into the small white face and Diana was clearly losing the battle. Who said the Taylors were so tough?

He thought the thoughts too soon, for something began to happen. Trapped, unable to retreat, Diana obviously decided to fight. Karen looked surprised when the child's lips began to curl in a smirk. It was very slight, but there was no doubt about it

Karen straightened. "What's so funny?"

"You are, Mrs. Eastman," Diana blurted, her voice close to laughter. "You're a hypocrite, you know that?"

"Me? What?" Karen snapped, but there was a faint note of uncertainty in her tone, as though she might be afraid the child had spotted a chink in her armor.

"You've had your fun. Now you want out. Well, it isn't that easy."

"It certainly is," Karen snapped. She pointed toward the door. "You can march out of here right now, and forever. And tell your mother what I said."

"I'm staying."

Karen stared. "For what reason?"

Again Diana was smirking, her green eyes flashing in some mysterious triumph. "I think you know why."

"Get out" Karen hissed and, in a blur, she drew back her hand and slapped the girl across the cheek. The impact was loud and Greg jumped, but he said nothing.

Diana gasped once, touched her red cheek, and then there was another blur. She'd drawn back her fist and launched a stiff punch into Karen's stomach. His wife gasped as the air swished out of her body and she staggered back, holding her belly with both hands.

Diana waited by the couch until the older woman had regained her breath and then Karen advanced again. She stopped as the two locked eyes. It was Diana who spoke first

"I think you know why I'm here. You know why I'm not going to leave for a little while."

Karen continued to stare, her blue eyes popping, her jaw working soundlessly. She turned once to stare at Greg, but he had no idea what was going on. He could only shrug and stare back. He might have been in the dark but, once again, his crotch seemed to have an insight. His prick began to rise. It was expecting a fresh spectacle of some sort. But what? Greg wondered. He sure as hell wasn't going to perform with Diana while Karen was in the house. What else could it be?

He found out soon enough. The child continued to smirk at the woman and the woman was shaking her head. "You're crazy. You're all crazy over there. Go back to your mother and tell her..."

"Why don't you go tell her, Mrs. Eastman?" Diana drawled, her voice high and even more child-like.

"I...I'm busy today. I have things to do."

Greg saw Diana's face change. The cheeks became more drawn in, the jaw more firm, the green eyes more hard and glittery. The face was more like Sigrid's than before-strong, menacing, unwavering.

"Go ahead, don't be afraid. You know what you want."

Karen was licking her lips and again she turned her head this way and that, as though looking for help. Diana took her by the shoulders, turned her around, and they exchanged places. Now Karen's bottom was trapped against the back of the couch and when she leaned back her hips jutted forward. It was Diana's turn to lean over her.

"Go ahead, I'll give you the same break my brother did. It's up to you to touch first."

Greg gasped. Jesus! So they were going to go through it again, but Diana was going to make Karen do it with her! He shook his head. Impossible. Karen might be attracted to a young boy, but to a young girl? Never!

But Karen was wringing her hands now, holding them before her defensively, as though she feared a frontal attack. But Diana, though she leaned over her older victim, kept her own hands linked behind her back. Instead she was thrusting with her budding breasts. Karen could have slapped or punched the child at will...but she did not.

Greg was shocked when he saw Karen's hands come up. They turned toward the child, looking like claws for a moment before they softened again. Then they were placed on Diana's cheeks, tenderly, holding that beautiful young face. Karen began to lean forward, her head tilted, and Greg expected them to kiss. But at the last instant Karen whipped her hands away and turned her face to the side.

"Still too modest?" Diana teased. "All right, I'll take the lead."

She straightened Karen's face in her own hands now and when she leaned forward Karen went back so that her hips jutted still more. The two females were touching hips now, and Diana gently wormed her middle back and forth, raking her bony hips over Karen s unprotected crotch. It was certain to start a fire down there, Greg knew from experience.

Diana's face came close and Karen's eyes were wide open as the child kissed her full on the lips. She held the kiss, a long and tender experience, for a full minute before she lifted her mouth from the older woman's.

"like that?"

"I hated it!"

"Sure, that's why you struggled so much," Diana giggled. "Come on, we have a way to go."

"No."

"Yes." Diana said the word as though she were trying to make a backward student understand her grammar lesson.

Again she kissed Greg's wife and this time she allowed her hands to drop from the older woman's cheeks to her throat. She gently held that throat, still pushing with her body, still grinding slowly with her hips. Greg could imagine the friction building the mutual heat down there. Diana was as excited as Karen, only she willingly recognized it and was allowing herself to fully enjoy the experience.

Again Karen shot a frantic glance at Greg and he wondered for a moment whether he should step in. No, he decided it wasn't his fight. If Diana had been holding Karen prisoner with physical force it would be different. But she was holding her with her sexual attraction and Karen would need to cope with that, to turn away or break down and enjoy.

Greg, shoving his hard-on down between his legs, rather hoped his wife would enjoy the experience. Total sex among women and men was a desirable goal, he had decided. He knew damned well they were both learning, and he knew that when the element of true husband and wife love was injected into their sexual passion, well...they'd see stars like they hadn't seen since the honeymoon.

So he remained by the front door and watched and, as he watched, his prick grew until it was secreting its lubricant down the insides of his thighs. He knew if he got much hotter he'd simply go off in his pants, something he hadn't done since he'd been a hot-blooded high school boy.

He squinted as Diana again kissed his wife, those young lips moving tenderly. All right, so what was wrong with a tender love kiss between two women? Karen wasn't being hurt, and it might unlock her sexual hang-ups all the more.

But then Greg watched those grinding hips. They were still on the move, very slowly in their back and forth motion, but paced in a primitive rhythm that was certain to get results.

And Diana's hands were still on his wife's throat, holding her head in place, not letting her pull away. Karen's eyes were half closed now, as though she were giving up to this concentrated sexual treatment.

Then Diana went a step farther, a big step. Her hands slipped down that white throat and into the bodice of the filmy white negligee.

Greg heard a sound. It was his own gasp.