Chapter 6

Roy called her at the office the next afternoon, a Monday. She'd been hoping that if he did call, it would be later in the week, after she'd had a chance to lay plans. She had some very special plans to lay.

"How about having dinner with me tomorrow night?" Roy asked. He was giving himself one full day's rest, she thought, smiling to herself.

"Sorry, Roy. Can't tomorrow night. And the couple of nights after that are sort of up in the air."

"All right. I'll call you later in the week."

"Good."

Well. That had been painless. She wasn't about to go out with Roy on Tuesday night, because she wanted to be home by the phone. Because of her hasty little note to Steve.

"Dear Steve," she'd written, "Please call me at home Tuesday evening. 639-4298. And don't mention this to your uncle. Or to anyone, for that matter. Let's keep this just between you and me."

But she'd wanted to give him something to think about, to make him want to call. And she couldn't think of a better way than to write something that might, just possibly, give him a hard-on when he read the note, at home.

"As you must know, Steve, I like you a lot. And I love your beautiful hard young cock, love the way it keeps stiffening up again so quickly, and coming back for more. So I have something very special in mind for us, for you, and that lovely hard prick of yours. I'm keeping my pussy primed for it, all tender and soft and warm and juicy. Ready for you. Anytime, after you call Tuesday.

Yours for more generation-gap fucking, Toby."

She was pretty confident, about what the note would do to Steve. And she was sure he'd call Tuesday, but found herself thinking about it, much more than she'd anticipated. Before Monday was halfway over, she was sorry she hadn't told Steve to call that night. But there were some old friends she had to have dinner with, that night. She'd just have to be patient. After all, she was a big girl now. Steve was the sixteen-year-old. With the hard-on.

When Steve finally did call, on Tuesday evening, it was so late that Toby had almost given up. And not easily. She couldn't remember ever being so eager to hear a phone ring, even as a teen-ager. Toby picked up the receiver halfway through the first ring.

"I'm here," she said.

"Toby?" Steve sounded younger on the phone than he looked in the flesh.

"Sure is. I'd almost given up on you. I was composing an ad to put in one of the Lonely Hearts columns of the swingers' magazines."

"I couldn't get any privacy with the phone earlier. I've been trapped all evening with my parents. They've finally gone to their room to watch the eleven o'clock news, or whatever they do after they retire for the night."

"Now, Steve," Toby said.

"They can be an awful pain in the ass, parents," Steve said.

"I think I can remember."

"Anyway. When can I see you?"

"That depends," Toby said. "I've been having a lot of wild ideas, the last couple of days. I've been doing a lot of constructive thinking."

"About me?" Steve asked, not sounding so young anymore.

"Mostly about you. All my thinking started with you, anyway." Which was perfectly true, Toby realized, surprised at herself. The Cool One, who could Take Men or Leave Tim Alone, all in a flap about a teen-age boy.

"What's that mean?" Steve said, sounding confused.

"Well, to begin with, I'd like very much for you to come down here tomorrow evening."

"Sure," Steve said. He didn't quite say "Oh, boy" or "Hot shit!" but he sounded as if he had.

"And I've been wondering," Toby said, wondering now about the best way to phrase what she had to say, "have you any friends you'd like to bring along?"

He was silent for a long moment.

"I don't quite know what you mean," he said, finally.

"Well," she said, "you know I used to be a college instructor."

"No, I didn't."

"Well, I was. For three years. And I guess what it amounts to is, once a teacher, always a teacher."

"I'm still not sure..." Steve said, his voice trailing off.

"You thought I was a pretty good teacher the other night, didn't you?"

"Jesus," Steve said. "Don't put me on."

"And I enjoyed it as much as you did. So I've been wondering. Maybe you have a few young friends who'd like to take some of the lessons you took, the other night."

"I think I'm beginning to see," Steve said, and all at once his voice was trembling. "You mean we'd have sort of an orgy."

"In a polite sort of way, yes," Toby said. "If you want to call it that. Do you know any boys who might enjoy a little friendly fucking with me?"

"I'll ask around," Steve said, finally. He had his voice under control.

"You won't mind sharing?" Toby asked.

"No." He paused again. "It ought to be great. But you won't neglect me?"

"You're my love," Toby said, almost meaning it.

"I'll be down there around eight," Steve said. "And I probably won't be alone."

"Good," Toby said. "I'll be waiting for you. You know what?"

"What?"

"My pussy's panting for you already," she said softly, and hung up.