Chapter 5
Jim, the artist, tall, lean, tanned from his many excursions through the city and the woods in search of subject matter, with blue eyes that missed nothing and an easy charm that swept me off my feet. Once inside his apartment he wasn't blushing anymore, he was in his element! Oh, how he talked. Nothing fancy or florid, he just told me what I wanted to hear. He told me how lovely he thought I was, how he detected a touch of the tiger in my movements, he told me about balance and poise, and about my powerful sex presence. That's how he put it. "Just being in the same room with you sets my teeth on edge," he said. "I don't often get like this. I have friends, close friends, who are women and I could be in the same bed with them and not feel a thing. But with you-phew! t tell you, I can hardly take it!"
"You're just saying that," I parried. I looked over the drawings and paintings on his wall and pretended not to care about his smooth talk. But what I really wanted was to hear more. Jim, on the other hand, was a red-blooded male and what he said counted. His work was good as far as I could tell and his apartment was a mess. There were canvasses all over the place, pots of dirty water and tubes of paint, books and magazines stacked in comers, and in the center he'd piled a few mattresses together and thrown an army surplus blanket over them to make it into a bed. Since there was no other place to sit I had to make myself comfortable on the bed. And after a brief interval he sat down beside me.
"You're staying with that bull dyke next door, aren't you?" he said, his voice soft and urgent now. "I don't know what she's got on you but you can't let her take over your life. You're young and beautiful, don't let her ruin you."
"How could she ruin me? And what's a bull dyke?" I asked.
"She's a lesbian, she likes young girls like you and she hates men. Now I know you're not a lesbian, I can tell! All you need is one good man and you'll see you're wasting your time with her."
"Really?" I thought of uncle Arnie and how wonderful he had made me feel. But then, Anna had done things to me that made Arnie's efforts look pale by comparison. Well, maybe Jim knew different tricks. He was young and strong, who knew what lie was capable of? In any case, I was bored and ready to try anything.
"Sure! And I want to prove it to you," he said, taking me into his arms. He smelled of paint and cigarettes and his beard felt coarse as it brushed against my face. Anna was sweet and soft all over, Jim's arms were hard and muscular. The change was nice. I nestled into him by way of showing my approval and he took my face in hand and kissed me ardently on the lips. I wanted to like him so much that when his moustache tickled my nose I fought desperately not to sneeze. But I couldn't help it.
"I'm sorry, Jim, your moustache...." I said, helpless in the throes of another sneeze. Before I was halfway through it he had gone into the bathroom and at the end of my fit he came back clean-shaven. "Oh Jim, no, I didn't mean for you to do that!" I exclaimed.
"It's nothing. I can grow it back in days," he said, embracing me once again. I melted inside. If a man was willing to go that far for me how could I not give myself to him, body and soul? On top of that, he looked a lot more handsome that way with his strong, square jaw and the resolute set of his mouth. The corners were turned slightly to give him a cruel appearance but then it only served to quicken my pulse. Damn, he was good looking! I returned his kisses with as much ardor as he bestowed on me, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and opening up to him wide, hugging him tightly and breathing in harmony with him.
I couldn't restrain my curiosity. My hand moved down to his lap and felt around for the bulge that was sure to be there. At first I couldn't find a thing. Only after a lot of feeling did I come upon a soft lump in his pants, and when I squeezed it he groaned happily. So there it was. I felt a little disappointed. He was so tall and lean that somehow I had expected him to be as big as uncle Arnie, if not bigger. "Take it out," he whispered, "and make it good and hard for me." So that was it! What a relief! He wasn't hard yet! Pure gratitude alone motivated me to undo his old jeans and to pull them down halfway to his knees. His cock lay curled up in a nest of dark hair, brown up to the edge of the pink ring below his glans, rosy above it. His balls hung low, two fat eggs suspended in a wrinkly sack, and his thigh muscles rippled powerfully when he moved his legs apart to give me a full view of his assets. "Get it hard for me," he urged, and I nodded that I would.
It was so nice to go down on a person and to get something on which to suck and nibble instead of finding a hole. His cock was long and limp, but when I took it into my mouth it grew and grew and grew, just like Pinnochio's nose, and when it had reached its full extension it made Uncle Arnie, Ted, the cop, and the travelling salesman, look like babies! Nine inches, ten maybe, it was impossible to tell! All I knew was that I could fit a third of it in my mouth without trouble and that I was determined to get the rest in somehow.
"Enormous!" I sighed, licking his cock up and down to make it gleam wetly from one end to the other. "Doesn't that hurt girls?"
"Yes, but they like that kind of pain," he said. He was smiling broadly as he watched me pay homage to his cock. My tongue ran over his balls, his knob, the slender, potent stalk, even his belly just to get to know him inside and out. I wanted to sense his masculinity to see what difference it made. Because if Anna were as good a lover as I could expect to find in this life I would stay with her. I had decided I liked her smell and feel better, and that with her I sure as hell couldn't get pregnant. The tip of his cock rested on my lower lip and I exhaled slowly to titillate it with hot air before shutting my mouth on it and mauling his rubbery flesh with both my lips. Jim lay flat on his back, hands behind his head, his eyes half-closed and his mouth slack, just enjoying the action. His cock lay back against his belly, a splendid shaft waiting to be used, and I could hardly wait to find out what would happen when he poked it into me. My pussy was soaking-wet already, as if watering at the mouth!
"Oooohhh Jim!" I groaned, giving him head the best way I knew how, "You're so big! You could never fit in me, never!"
"Well manage somehow," he said vaguely. His body twisted this way and that and getting his cock sucked, he seemed too happy for words. I knew that look from my limited past experience and I knew that it wouldn't take much to persuade him to blow in my mouth. But that wouldn't answer the many questions I had about sex. No, no, I wasn't going to let him get off that easily. I let go of his dick and stood up to take off my clothes. Jim looked disturbed for a moment but he found my strip most interesting, too. "Look at those lines," he said, assessing me with an eye that squinted over the tip of his extended thumb. "I'd really like to paint you soon, Donna, a nude study, yeah, I could really work into those curves. You have to sit for me, okay?"
"Okay, but later," My clothes fell to the floor and I crawled back onto the bed next to him, pressing my body against him to let him know it was his turn. He took my hand and made it rub his cock. That was fun, too, but I soon discovered that he didn't like it rubbed too hard. It had to be just so, nice and gentle, moving the skin over the edge of his glans and maintaining a steady rhythm. Only when he had me doing it the right way did he turn to me. Now his hands slid along the contours of my body, sampling my flesh here and there, squeezing, touching me reverently in all those places where Anna had wined and dined for hours on end, places that were very much more sensitive now than they had been a week earlier. I caved in whenever he touched me, my resistance crumbling like mighty cliffs tumbling into a roaring stream and dissolving out of sight. He was a bit rough and awkward but that made it all the spicier. And when he touched my cunt he took the whole thing into the palm of his hand and squeezed it as though it were a sponge. Then he brought his hand to his face, sniffed at it, and ran his tongue along the moistened section with relish, all the while looking at me. "Yum, yum," he said.
I blushed a little but I hoped he meant it. How would he eat me? Not like Anna, no, he'd be more impetuous, hungrier. And when he did get down to it he proved me right, eating me with big bites and licking me with generous strokes of his fully-extended tongue. He pushed my legs back so that my cunt bulged out at him and his long, strong tongue dove right into the gaping hole down there, pushing and shoving until I thought he was already fucking me.
"Now!" I moaned, wriggling my body so as to beckon his cock to come closer. His hardness and his strength, even his selfishness, had inflamed my appetites precisely because he was Anna's opposite. He was going at it for his own pleasure and he would fuck me in the same way; but while he pursued his climax I was sure to get mine. "Come on, Jim, do it to me now! I can't wait any longer!"
"Here we go, then," he said through clenched teeth. He held my legs back so that my knees pressed hard into the clavicles and he reared up over me like a stallion, bringing his cock nearer to my throbbing pussy. From where I lay I had a great view of that swollen knob approaching its goal, and for a moment I regretted that I wouldn't be able to bring him off in my mouth. But it was hardly a sacrifice. That big knob slipped into my distended hole, so wet and open from his vigorous tonguing, and then he grunted hard and pushed the rest up me with one big shove. I let out a cry of pain but oh! how good that big cock felt! It filled me choc-a-bloc with hard meat and his pubic bone gnashed into my clitoris with such force that it caused the rest of me to reel dizzily. No, this was the best, the ultimate, the rest was only foreplay!
"Oh darling, darling, darling!" I heard myself cry out. "Give it to me good, give it all to me, oh you're so big, so hard! Fuck me hard now! OOOOOOOOO-WOOOOOO-WOOOHHHHHH YES!! PUSH IT RIGHT IN! OH YOU STUD! YES, YES, YES, I LOVE IT!!"
And I wasn't lying. His cock rode in and out of me speedily, hardly giving me time to take a breath in between the delicious eruptions of pleasure that welled up from deep down in my loins: big colored clouds of fun that blotted out everything else. I yelled and I writhed, but most of all I concentrated on all the wonderful feelings he created in me. I was so glad that I had found a man who could make me feel that nice. I wrapped myself around him and told him how great he was, how big he was, and then it got too much for me and gibberish replaced compliments.
Jim just fucked and fucked. He said nothing, just panted and grunted, driving his dick into my sloshing pussy and spraying the juice over my thighs. What a worker! I was so impressed and so grateful that I wanted to give myself to him totally. My legs flailed wildly about in the air, open as far as they could go, my arms hugged him tightly to my chest so that his hard muscles aroused my nipples to the bursting point, and suddenly he was the-one talking gibberish. "Hold it, hold it, oh Jesus, wait, wait, no, here comes, hold on, yeah, too late, OOOHHH BABY! HERE IT IS!!" And with that he released his load inside me to flood my pussy with the warm cream of his balls, filling me up and soothing the raw emotions that came in the wake of my violent climax. We lay in a sweaty huddle, panting like racers at the finish line, and I kept kissing his face and moving my hips until he told me to stop. "It gets sensitive when it's over," he explained, and I felt very foolish.
As thoroughly as he had fucked me, I still had lots of energy left, and nothing would have made me happier than to have him resurrect his limp cock for a second session. But Jim lit his pipe and puffed at it while sitting in the center of his bed in the lotus position, and the expression on his face showed that he was satisfied with the day's work. I had to express my affection for him somehow. It was too embarrassing to voice my feelings for Wm but I wanted to suck his cock or lass him all over or just toy with him, anything for contact. But when I placed my hand on his thigh and made a grab for his cock he gave me a look of irritation and pushed my hand away.
"Can I make you some lunch?" I asked. "How about a cup of coffee? Don't you want anything?"
"Well, to tell the truth I don't have anything," he said. "My work hasn't been selling all that well lately and I had to buy a lot of materials the other day."
"But how do you eat?" I asked. "You can't just starve!"
"Oh, I manage," he shrugged and gave me a helpless little smile. I couldn't let it go at that. Anna had tons of food and it wasn't right that we should have so much while he had so little. I invited him to come into my apartment and after some hesitation he followed me to Anna's kitchen. She wasn't due home for a few hours yet so I Went all-out for him, cooking a lunch that would have impressed even my mother. It was a treat to see him eat and drink to his heart's content. I didn't eat, I just sat there watching him put it all away. When I had cleared away the dishes and washed them, I went back to his place and cleaned up for him. This strange restlessness had me in its grip and I couldn't stop myself even though physically I was tired. It seemed to please Jim so much to see me sweeping and washing.
Just after five I knew I had to make my move if I were going to get him before Anna came home. He was still in the center of the bed, his favorite spot apparently, sucking on his pipe and staring at the painting he had standing on the easel. "I have to go now, Jim," I said. He nodded and waved. "Do you want me to come back tomorrow?" He nodded again. "Hey Jim, shall I kiss you goodbye?" He proffered his cheek, his eyes far away, his mind doubtlessly plotting the intricacies of yet another work of art. "No, not there-down there!" Now he emerged from his ruminations and eyed me strangely. I took that as consent and right away I went down on my knees and unzipped his paint-encrusted jeans. Jim offered me no resistance but he didn't seem all that enthusiastic. I figured that could be changed.
His cock came out limp and smelling of my pussy, and when I took it into my mouth it felt so good that I didn't care if he ever got hard. I suckled it like a pacifier, chomping on it with my lips guarding his flesh against my teeth, drawing it out and swallowing it whole, playing with it using my tongue, and Jim just sat there and let me have my way. I couldn't have asked for more. My face was buried in his lap and my nostrils twitched as the aroma of his manly sweat and the remains of my pussy juice rose from his hairs. His cock grew very, very slowly, a throb at a time, filling my mouth with soft flesh, then firm flesh, and finally hard, pulsing meat that made me quiver all over. Now my head moved up and down and my lips dragged along his smooth cock skin, masturbating him with my lips. Jim remained cool for a long time, even after his cock had swelled back up to its magnificent maximum. But when my tongue spiraled up and down the length of it he began to relax and go with it.
Out of the corner of my eye I checked the time. Ten minutes left before Anna came home. I had to hurry! She detested Jim. Not that she ever said so right out, but when she mentioned him she always pulled a face. I'd keep my secret for as long as I could just so I could have her and him all to myself. How perfect that would be, Anna all the evening long and Jim during the day! I shivered again and set to sucking him off with extra energy. Jim reclined luxuriously and let me lick his dick for all I was worth. His cock stood up out of his crumpled jeans like a beacon and I was attracted to it like a moth. Fluttering all around, kissing and licking and touching it with my fingernails, adoring the mighty phallus and regaling it with my finest tricks, all-the-while hoping he would come and yet also hoping he would never come so I could suck him off forever.
But he came just as I was licking the base of his cock, and white juice blew up into the air only to alight all over my face like a shower of cream, thick dollops that dribbled very slowly along my nose and cheeks, and when it reached my lips my tongue flicked out to collect it and taste it. I licked my way to the top, cleaning him of his sperm and sucking the rest out of that little slit at the top of his dick. The whey saltiness made me crave more, and my fingers closed around his cock to jerk more out of him, squeezing and vacuuming until he made me stop again. "That's enough now, baby, let it rest," he said Again that thread of irritation in his voice. Hadn't I pleased him? I must have because he had cornel It was confusing but I didn't dare ask him what the trouble was.
"I have to go now, Anna will be home in a minute," I said. He sneered and turned his back to me when I left his apartment. What an odd fellow, I thought, but what a wonderful lay! I could hardly wait for the next day to come so I could see him again. Just as I turned the key to the apartment door, I heard the elevator door slide open. I hurried inside and closed the door as softly but as quickly as I could. Sure enough, it was Anna. She came in before I had a chance to wash myself, and then she took me into her arms to give me one of those deep, long kisses. I was scared and tense but I did my best to act normal. Suddenly she stopped kissing me and sniffed at my face.
"What's this!" she demanded. "You've got come on your face! How did that happen? Did you blow some guy, you fucking little bitch? Answer me!" I was too scared to say anything. Anna's eyes spelled trouble with capital letters. "What else did you do? Come here!" She tore at my clothes and sent me sprawling back on the floor. My legs opened and she stuck her nose right up my pussy for a big whiff. "He fucked you, too! Jesus Christ, can't I turn my back on you for a minute? Or did he force you to do it?" Her voice became soft and wheedling now. "Is that it, my poor little darling? Were you raped? Tell me who did it and I'll kill the son of a bitch!"
"No, it's not his fault." My first urge was to protect Jim. "It was me, I was bored sitting home all alone with no money or anything. But it won't happen again, Anna, I swear it!"
She sat down heavily and began to cry. Perhaps I should have told her it was rape. But she was likely to go off half-cocked and call the cops oil even take the law into her own hands. It was weird to see her cry. She was such a big strong woman and yet she looked like a little girl at that moment. I went over to her and comforted her as best I could, and she responded to kindness. Soon her tears had dried and she was fondling me and kissing me again, even smiling with relief. For the first time I realized that she was really crazy about me, and that I could get away with almost anything!
Just to make sure she wouldn't bear grudges I gave Anna her favorite workout that evening. She kept a long rubber dildo in a secret drawer, about twelve inches in all and easily six inches around. It was shaped just like a cock except that the features had been grossly exaggerated, thick veins that lay along the surface like telephone cables, a knob that would choke a horse, and of course it was much longer than any cock I had ever seen. The few times I had used it on Anna she had only let me put half of it to her.
And when she had cleared up after dinner I told her to go into the bedroom and to undress. She lit up at that and rushed into the bedroom to get ready. I had a cigarette first so she would build herself up for a bit, and I thought that the roles had certainly changed since I had moved in with Anna. In a way she wanted to be the boss but she liked me so much that she didn't want to take any risks. I only had to frown or pout and she'd be on her knees, begging me not to take it personally or whatever. My respect for her had diminished in inverse proportions but ft suited me to have her so respectful of my wishes. If she ever stopped to think about it she would see that I had a lot more to lose by upsetting her than she had.
The time had come. I stubbed out the cigarette and entered her room. Anna lay on the bed, naked, her face gleaming with expectation, her legs spread apart so that her hairy muff split in the center and. the pinkness indicated the spot where I would start the routine. I took the big rubber dildo out of the drawer and slipped it against my palm a couple of times, just like a cop threatening someone with his nightstick. Anna shivered and looked up at me with dewy eyes. "Be gentle, darling," she whispered. I thought back to the night when I had fist-fucked her and grinned. A donkey had to be gentle but I couldn't injure her.
I reached out and squeezed her big cunt once just to see another thrill ripple through her body. Then I sat on the bed, my legs over one of hers, leaning on an elbow so that I had a clear shot at her cunt. One finger -rimmed her for a moment, testing for wetness. "Very dry," I said. "Are you sure you're in the mood for this, Anna?"
"Oh I am, I am!" she exclaimed. "You know how I love it when you do this to me. Go on, darling, make me wetter, you can do it so easily."
"Then lie still." I bent over and casually kissed her cunt. She tenses up for a moment and then, with a deep sigh, she relaxed utterly. Now the moisture appeared at that gaping little mouth at the bottom of her hairy maw and all I had to do was flick her clitoris with my tongue to make it stand up and get her cunt to drench itself. I knew her body very well, so well that I could operate it the way a seamstress used a sewing machine. A fiddle here and a tickle there, and Anna was putty in my hands.
Her pussy was opening up like a sunflower in the morning. My fingers kept entering and leaving her hole, widening it and spreading her juice around the rim, and my tongue lavished her clitoris with rapid-fire licking that made her groan like an old ship at sea. The big dildo lay by my side and a small jar of fragrant lubricant stood next to it. Not long now. Anna gasped her way through the first climax, a kind of primer that got the rest of her in gear. When three fingers were able to slide in and out without resistance I knew she was ready.
I smeared some of the lubricant over the giant knob, turning it from matt-black to shining ebony, and then I held it up like an Amazon's trophy before Anna. She looked at it with eyes made glassy by an overdose of excitement. "Now then, open wide!" I said. Her big legs pulled away from each other like whales swimming in opposite directions, and the gleaming knob came to rest against the lower section of her cunt. Her hole was obscured by the artificial member but one push got it settled into the correct depression. Both my hands gripped at the rubber cock and pushed it forward like a ramrod. Anna was struggling. Her feet were flat on the bed and she was lifting her ass up to make her cunt hole bigger. This was the best part for me. I worked that big thing into her with callous thrusts and insensitive pushes, gritting my teeth and chortling at her anguish. But then she took a deep, agonized breath and the helmet moved inside to be trapped by her nipping cunt muscles.
"Oh my God!" she sighed. "It's getting bigger every day, Donna, I swear, it's growing!"
"This dildo or your cunt?" I asked.
"Don't be awful to me," she said absently. I smeared more lubricant on the shaft so as not to chafe her innards, and then I began to push it right up her, working it back and forth to let the thing blaze a trail for itself. Anna rollicked about on the bed and carried on like a cow getting mounted by the biggest bull in the lot. A quarter of the big cock was up her and I was going for broke. She could protest as much as she wanted, she was going to take the full twelve inches! In and out, shoving it up her as though I were stoking a giant boiler. Sweat drenched my clothes; I sat on my knees between her legs and leaned in to add my body's weight to the dildo. In and out. Her cunt slurped and stretched. In and out. Now her pussy disappeared altogether but for a ring of hair, and then it came back up, bulging pinkly as the outer lips folded back. I was having a. ball.
"Easy now, easy," puffed Anna. "It's starting to hurt me, darling. Let it rest for a minute."
"No, no, this is it," I said, pushing even harder. Tonight you're going to lose it."
"You can't be serious!" If she'd had the energy she would have pushed me off the bed but her gesture stopped halfway through and she sank back to plead with me from her pillow. That's far too big. Donna, please, it's dangerous to go too far. You wouldn't want to hurt me, would you?"
"I only want to make you happy," I said snidely, and now the dildo moved in beyond the halfway point. Already Anna's cunt had swallowed more than it had ever held before. I pulled it out until only the tip of the rubber knob touched her and I could see the relief relax her. Not' for long. I pushed it right up her again, so hard that about eight inches disappeared into her body. It was like a boa constrictor wriggling into her body, fucking her ultimately, and I was just holding its tail so the beast wouldn't whip her thighs into a bloody pulp. Anna's face expressed fear and pain, and her hands tried to pull the snake out of her body, but the boa kept right on going.
I left enough sticking out of her cunt to make it possible to retrieve it, and sat back to watch what she would do. Her body was shaking and jerking up and down, her mouth was wide open and her eyes tightly shut, struggling intently under the pressure of that oversized snake. She didn't seem to be making that much progress so I came in closer and began to tickle her clitoris with one rapid finger. That helped her. Now the pain was forgotten and ecstasy swamped her. She Just lay there breathing in, that was all she could do until her body was rocked by an explosive climax, after which she rolled over on her belly and cocked her ass up at me to remove the dildo.
I pulled the giant cock out of her and looked at her yawning cunt in awe. A big hole had formed between her legs, big enough to swallow my fist in one go. And when the light hit her in a certain way I could see some distance into her cunt, shiny pinkness fading away into mysterious blackness. I felt my own orifice and it was tiny compared to hers. Women were really adaptable, I thought, but at the same time I shuddered at the idea that someone might ever open me that wide.
"That was very naughty of you," Anna said, "but I'm glad you did it. I thought it would kill me at first but then it became such a sweet, fulfilling sensation that I didn't care if it killed me or not. You really ought to try it."
"No, thanks." I took off my clothes and crawled into bed next to her. It had been along day and I wanted to rest up so I'd be pretty for Jim the next day. Anna took me into her arms and cuddled me but I wriggled out of her grip and turned my back on her. I didn't want to think about her-it was Jim I wanted, his long, hard arms and his long cock! Anna didn't seem to realize that. She turned out the light and started to feel up up. I tolerated her hands for as long as I could, but then, I'd had enough. "Please, Anna, I'm dead-tired. Can't you let me get some sleep?"
"Oh, sorry," she said sarcastically. "I know you've got a hard day ahead of you and all that. What do I know about the rigors of sitting home all day?"
"It's not that, I'm just exhausted, that's all."
"Sure, sure." Nothing more was said but the tension was still there when we woke up the next morning. She didn't say a word to me and I didn't know how to break the ice. I lay in bed and watched the big woman go through her morning routine. Her body had no appeal for me any longer. I could only think of Jim and his hairy arms, the way he had shaved off his beard, his ice-blue eyes, and that fascinating new toy between his legs. It was as though Anna looked deficient to me, that there ought to be something dangling between her legs.
She must have sensed my withdrawal because she came home from work that evening with presents for me. A new dress, some beautiful earrings, shoes, things that would normally have made me jump for joy. But I was depressed, nothing could cheer me up. Jim hadn't been home all day. I had knocked on his door a dozen times in the course of the day, and I was wondering if he had been trying to avoid me. Didn't he like me? How could he not? I was young and pretty, and I was willing to do anything for him! Anna was disappointed with my cool reaction to her presents, so she tried in other ways to cheer me up and to draw me closer to her. My favorite meal, sweet wine, a movie afterward, and when we came home she made no demands on me. Strangely enough, the more she tried to be nice to me, the less I felt inclined to do anything in return.
I hardly slept that night. I kept my eyes closed though, in case Anna noticed that I was still awake. Other than that I was as far removed from going to sleep as a person could be. On the other side of the wall lived Jim, so near-yet so far away. What was he doing? Did he have another girl? I kept seeing visions of Jim rolling about on that grubby mattress with someone else, a blonde beauty whose breasts were bigger than mine, and it was driving me crazy! I wanted him so much, why didn't he want me?
As soon as Anna left the next morning I got out of bed, slipped on a robe, and went over to his apartment. At first there was no response to my knocking but when I kept it up the door suddenly opened. Jim stood there in a pair of old shorts, his eyes red from sleep, his hair tousled, but all I could do was look over his shoulder to see if there were someone else in his bed. There wasn't! A sigh of relief escaped me.
"What do you want?" he asked. He didn't try to hide his irritation but I was so happy that I'd found him alone, that I didn't care about it.
"I just wanted to see you again," I said. "Yon weren't home yesterday and I didn't know if you were alright."
"Of course I'm all right. But an artist has to work now and then, and that's what I was doing. Now it's time for me to sleep so I wish you'd give me a chance."
"But when can I see you again?"
"I'll call you." He closed the door on me and I went back to my bedroom. I knew there was no reason to be happy and yet I was. He had spoken to me, he said he'd call me! I'd be so happy if he did! But until he did there was nothing for me to do. I didn't even consider making the bed or washing the breakfast dishes. Anna would do that when she came home from work. No, I only had to sit around the apartment in my robe and dream about the moment when Jim would summon me. An hour or so was given over to making myself beautiful for him and then I sat some more, staring out the windows and smoking, waiting for the master.
I sat up in bed and lit another cigarette. That period in my life had been painful at the time but when I looked back on it I couldn't help but grin at my silliness. I'd been so crazily in love with Jim, and where did it get me?
"Aren't you getting up today? It's noon already and I still have some cleaning to do in here." Thelma re-entered the room, hands on hips, daring me to wallow for just another second.
"You can make the bed if you want," I sighed, "But that's all that needs to be done." I got out of the bed, nude now, aware that my pussy hair was matted and slick against my cunt from the lingering and the juiciness, and aware that she would notice. Her eyes rested between my legs for a moment longer than was decent, and when she looked up at me she seemed to be smiling but I couldn't be sure.
"Nothing like taking it easy on yourself," she observed. "But you're gonna get yourself a case of writer's cramp if you keep that up too long, girl."
"I'm just travelling down memory lane and letting my fingers do the walking," I retorted. That shocked her for a second but she turned to the bed and began making it professionally. Her back was to me and her lower cheeks were sticking out from under the hem, arousing me just that little bit more. This time she'd have to make the move. It was her turn.