Chapter 1
It was a cold, windy day and the bitter air swirled around her calves and made her coat flap open. She walked quickly, her head bent down, eyes squinted against the sting of wintery gusts. The faded black pavement beneath her feet made her feel gloomy and sad, and her skin felt thirsty for the sun.
"Mandy, hey, wait a minute," a voice called. She stopped abruptly and turned around.
"You going to sociology?" Adeline asked, her bright blue eyes shining as she ran up the walk.
"I guess so," Mandy said, sighing. "I don't know why I bother, though. It'll just be the same as yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that."
"Oh, I see you're in a terrific mood," Adeline said. "What's the matter?"
"I'm just bored, and cold," Mandy replied. The two girls started walking toward the liberal arts building.
"You going to do anything tonight?" Adeline asked as they entered the huge stone building and started walking down the corridor.
"Oh, I don't know-probably not ... what's there to do?"
"Well, Carole told me that some guys from State are going to be around."
"State ... big deal. You know, every time I see any of those guys I just want to turn around and split. Very quickly."
"So suggest something better," Adeline replied shortly.
"Christ, I'm so sick of this place, and the cold and the rain and the snow ... and the total lack of men."
"Ah, now we come to the truth," Adeline said, somewhat sarcastically. "Men ... or the lack of them. But if you're so anxious to see some men, don't put down the guys from State."
"You know something," Mandy said as she pushed open the door to room 207, "I was with one of them about a month ago. It was the most boring evening I've ever spent, including nights when I didn't do anything but wash my hair and stay in the dorm."
"All right, ladies, all right, let's take our seats," a small but very shrill voice cut in.
Mandy and Adeline looked meaningfully at each other, then toward the front of the room at Miss Oakley, standing behind her desk with her neat gray hair all pinned in place and a sour smile plastered on her lips.
"I just love it when she calls us ladies,'" Mandy whispered as Adeline turned to her seat
"Today, ladies," Miss Oakley began, "we shall begin with a brief look at what is termed a 'ghetto.' Does anyone in the class know what a ghetto is?"
Mandy groaned.
"A ghetto," Miss Oakley continued, answering her own question, "is a section of an urban area which houses exclusively one race or ethnic group. Harlem, in New York City, is a ghetto. The Watts district of Los Angeles is a ghetto. Almost every American city has sections like these, where the poor, the blacks, the Spanish people, and certain economic levels of Jewish families live. The housing is always substandard, frequently there is no plumbing or electricity, and hot water and heat are often scarce. Now you must understand that the people from these sections are economically depressed, and therefore education is almost nonexistent. The family, however, is a strong unit in ghettos, and the children are usually very close to their parents, although sometimes juvenile delinquency is a problem. Now, does anyone in the class have any familiarity with juvenile delinquents? ... No? Well, juvenile delinquents are children from . .
Mandy groaned again, then reached around for her pocketbook and spent a good half hour rummaging through it, sorting out little slips of papers with notes on them, assorted bobby pins and lipsticks, candy wrappers, tampax wrappers. She became totally absorbed in it, and when the class was over it was only the sound of chairs scraping against the floor as they were pushed back underneath desks that caught her attention.
She looked up as Adeline walked toward her, balancing her armful of books in one hand as she tried to wiggle her other arm into the sleeve of her coat.
"Want to go over to the cafeteria and have some coffee?" she asked, finally putting down the books so that she could get both arms into the coat sleeves.
"Yeah, okay," Mandy said softly, staring out into space.
They waited impatiently for all the other girls to leave the room, and when the doorway was clear they headed toward it, obviously very relieved that the class was over.
"I swear," Adeline said, "I never, never heard Oakley talk such absolute crap. She makes me so angry the way she refuses to look at reality. She just reads her little sociology texts and then talks about things like life in ghettos, and I doubt very much that she's ever set foot in a lower-middle-class neighborhood, much less a ghetto!"
"Yeah, you're right. As a matter-of-fact, I remember one day last semester when she was talking to someone-after class, I think-and I overheard her say that she grew up in Manchester."
"Well, there you are. Manchester's about as far from a ghetto as Mars is."
"Oh, shit, it's so cold I think I'm going to die," Mandy said as she pushed open the heavy glass door and the wind came whipping into her, bringing tears to her eyes. "Come on, let's run."
Together they charged out of the liberal arts building and ran across the quadrangle to the cafeteria, not slowing up at all till they reached the cafeteria door, panting, their cheeks red from cold, their noses shiny and almost running.
They elbowed their way to the front of the line, feeling annoyed by the loud, high-pitched female chatter surrounding them. Fragments of conversations assaulted them.
They managed to get their coffee, and after three or four minutes of searching, found an empty table.
"So," Adeline said as soon as they had their coats off and were seated, "you think you might change your mind about the guys from State?"
"I doubt it," Mandy replied. Then, after a moment's pause, "But just in case I do change my mind, where will everyone be?"
"Well, Carole told me that Hank-the guy she's been seeing for the last few weeks, and who, incidentally, is supposed to be fantastic in bed-will be in the lobby of Smith Hall at around nine o'clock."
"So?"
"Don't rush me," Adeline said, laughing, I'm getting to that. With him will be five guys from the basketball team-all very tall, all reported to be good-looking, and all reported to be-"
"Fantastic in bed," Mandy cut in, her voice clearly giving away her lack of interest. "Every guy I've met from that school is supposed to be great, but so far all I've met are real losers ... slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am types, you know what I mean?"
"Sure, I know," Adeline confessed. "That guy I went out with last week was a real pig, and Carole told me he was supposed to be so terrific ... what a disappointment. You know what?" she lowered her voice to a near-whisper, I'd have had more fun with my vibrator."
"Well, that's exactly what I mean. All semester Carole has taken it upon herself to personally screw every male student at State, and then to make recommendations. Well I've taken a few of her recommendations, and each one's been worse than the one before him."
"But they're the only guys around. I guess those are the breaks when your parents send you to an all-girls college in the middle of Vermont."
"That, Adeline, is the root of our problem."
"Our problem? What do you mean?"
"Well, don't tell me you like being stuck up here any more than I do ... I know you hate it. And I hate it. I feel like I've been put in cold storage for four years, with no possible chance of escape. Christ, it amazes me that I've already put in ttvo years. In some ways the time went so fast, but then, at other times, it seemed to take so much longer than just two years."
"I know what you mean," Adeline said. "About being in cold storage-that's pretty much the way I feel."
"Last summer I went home, and it was such a drag-everyone I knew from high school was either in Europe or in California, having fun, and there I was stuck at home with my parents. I actually looked forward to coming back to school."
"Well, it's March, so there's only a few more months till summer vacation comes around again," Adeline said. "You think you can stand it that long?"
"Do I have a choice?" Mandy asked sarcastically, stirring her coffee and staring down into it.
"No, I suppose not ... Anyway, what do you say about tonight?"
"I feel like saying no, that I definitely won't be there, but then when night comes and I'm sitting alone in my room, probably feeling like being with a guy, I'll change my mind."
"So just say yes now so that Carole won't try to get another girl ... try? ... what am I saying? She wouldn't have to try-all she'd have to do is put a notice on the bulletin board-they'd come flocking around from every dorm on the campus with their mouths hanging open."
Mandy laughed, picturing thousands of college girls running into Smith Hall to attack five basketball players from State University.
"Okay, I'll be there," she said reluctantly, dreading it and looking forward to it at the same time.
"Good, now that that's settled, what are you going to wear?"
"Oh, Christ, Adeline, how the hell do I know what I'm going to wear. Ask me tonight, right before I get dressed."
"Okay, okay. Wow-you're really acting touchy, you know?"
"Yeah," Mandy said, her face crumpling into a little mask of annoyance. "Yeah, I know. So?"
"So nothing, Mandy, so absolutely nothing....I'm going back to the dorm now-stop by my room later, when you get out of this mood you're in."
"Uhhh."
"Is that the best you can do? A grunt for an answer?"
"Uhhh."
Adeline took one last look at her friend's obviously miserable expression, then slipped on her coat and quickly left the cafeteria.
"Oh, Mandy, I didn't see you sitting here. Mind if I sit down?"
She looked up to see Carole, squinted her eyes, and said: "Would it make any difference if I did?" Then she shrugged her shoulders and stared down into the dark brown coffee in her cup.
"Well!" Carole said huffily as she slid her bottom onto the seat, "You don't have to be sarcastic."
"Oh, no? Why not?"
"Really, Mandy, I don't like it when people talk to me like that."
"No? Well, who invited you?"
"Now look, I'm not going to let you get me angry," Carole warned. "In fact, if you must know, I came over to invite you to a little party tonight."
Mandy, knowing that Carole was terrifically eager to tell her all about the boys from State, couldn't resist ruining it for her. "A party?" she said mockingly. "A party? Could it be the same party that's supposed to be over at Smith Hall at nine o'clock tonight with five basketball players from State?"
She scrutinized Carole, waiting to see the crestfallen look of disappointment; it was not long in coming.
"Who told you?" Carole squealed, looking surprisingly and ridiculously close to tears. "Who was it? Mandy, you tell me who told you!"
Oh, this is priceless, Mandy thought. Unable to resist, she continued teasing: "I'll never tell."
"Mandy-you tell me who told you about my party or I'll-I'll-"
"What? What will you do, Carole-refuse to let me come?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I'll do," Carole replied, feeling more and more angry by the minute.
"And how do you propose to stop me?" Mandy asked, looking directly into Carole's eyes.
"Well...."
"Oh, go sit somewhere else," Mandy said suddenly, her voice sharp. "Go find another table."
"Mandy," Carole said, her voice taking on a new tone of grave importance and concern, "is something bothering you? Whatever it is, you can tell me."
"Fuck off."
"Mandy? Such language!"
"Oh, Christ, will you please leave me alone!"
"Don't you want to come to my party tonight? Don't you want to be with a guy?"
"Carole, you're really becoming a pain in the ass, you know? And as for your party-I don't know whether I'll come or not, but it really doesn't matter-those guys are from State."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Carole demanded.
"It means that I've tried a few of your 'highly recommended guys from State,' and they aren't worth shit."
"But-"
"That guy you told me about last month-Eric-well, I was with him a few weeks ago, and all I can say is-if he satisfies you, you're not much of a woman."
"But-"
"Yeah, yeah, I know-you were with him and he fucked you senseless."
"Now look, Mandy, this is going a bit too far. I've sat here and heard all your insults, but that's really too much-no one says things like that about me. I like to think of myself as a liberated young woman, but I don't like people to talk about me that way."
"What way?" Mandy teased, enjoying the game.
"You know what way-saying things about me-well-fucking."
"Don't you like to get fucked?"
"Mandy!"
"Carole!"
"I've had all I'm going to take ... and you're not invited to my party tonight!" Carole said indignantly, getting up and starting to walk a way.
Mandy called after her: "That's okay, I've got a dildo."
Carole was blushing terribly by the time she reached the cafeteria exit.
Now why the hell did I do that? Mandy asked herself. Oh well, at least it broke the boredom for a few minutes.
She finished her coffee, which had grown lukewarm, and then left the cafeteria, the feeling of boredom and restlessness returning. When she reached the quadrangle she pulled her coat tightly around her and lifted her face to the sky, her eyes searching fruitlessly for the sun, hidden behind heavy gray clouds.
Mandy threw her books on the desk, slipped out of her coat and threw it on the chair, then threw herself on the bed, face down, and hugged the pillow tightly to her breasts. The muscles in her legs were flexed, and there was a small but spreading heat between her legs.
She began to rock her hips from side to side, feeling her clitoris harden as she ground her pelvis against the mattress. Oh God, why do I stay here? she asked herself, why? why? She repeated the word over and over in rhythm to her hip movements. The gentle swaying motion eased the tension gathering in her mind and body, as if she were an infant being rocked in a cradle.
Her thoughts drifted off as she calmed and soothed herself, but soon a restlessness started to grow again, and she found herself rocking her hips in a hard, steady motion, her arms straight down at her sides, her face smothered in the pillow, her fists clenched tightly. Making a concerted effort to relax again, she mentally directed all her muscles to loosen. But the concentration in itself caused even more tension.
Disgusted and suddenly noticing a cold draft seeping into the room from the window over her bed, she turned over and stood up in one motion. She opened her eyes-they had been shut so tightly that now she saw bright splashes of colors as her pupils contracted. "Oh shit," she said aloud, then reached up and pulled the curtain closed. The action made her realize how cold she was, shivering and wrapping her arms about herself, so she crossed the room and pulled a sweater out from beneath a heap of clothes on her desk chair.
As soon as she lay down again someone out in the hall called, "Mandy! Hey, Mandy! Telephone!"
Again, in one motion, she turned over and stood up, then walked sort of woodenly, pulling her sweater tighter around her breasts, out into the hall.
"Who is it?" she asked the blond freshman holding the receiver.
"I don't know," the girl replied, putting her hand over the mouthpiece, "but it's a man."
A jolt of heat charged her body. A man. Rob.
She reached out and snatched the receiver from the girl, who looked very surprised, then turned toward the wall and held it against her ear.
"Hi," she said softly.
"Hi yourself."
"Where are you?"
"Well, I'm downtown now, at a meeting, but it looks like it'll break up in another hour or so. You planning anything for tonight?"
"No."
That's my girl," he replied.
"I was hoping you'd call-I thought you might-so I didn't make any plans." She lowered her voice to the softest of whispers, "Rob, you know I'm always free when you want to see me."
"Be a good girl and look real special, okay? I thought we'd have dinner at Gino's, then drive to Manchester...."
"What timer
"Oh, wait a minute," he said, and she heard voices in the background as a few men seemed to be telling him something, "Look, Mandy, I've got to get backwe're about to vote on the stock option-anyway, about eight-thirty, in front of the dorm."
She made a kissing sound at him, then hung up the phone, pulled off the sweater and raced back to her room.
She stripped quickly, slipped on a robe, then took a large plastic bag and began filling it with things from the top drawer of her bureau: bath oil, bubble bath, powder, and a pre-wrapped packet of lilac-scented douche liquid. Racing back out into the hall and down to the bathroom, she felt happy and relaxed, all traces of her earlier mood having disappeared.
She closed the door and started the tub, poured in the oil and bubbles, then filled her douche bag at the sink, added the scented liquid, hung it from the tub faucet, and gingerly stepped into the hot water. She sank down into it, feeling the silkiness of her skin as it soaked up the perfumed oil, swirled her arms a few times through the bubbles, then leaned back and with one hand parted the lips of her vagina and with the other inserted the nozzle of the douche.
Her eyes closed slowly and her thoughts hung suspended as the heated water caressed her body and the douche liquid spurted up her cunt and bathed her cervix. She let the back of her hand brush back and forth across her clit, making it hard and deep red in moments.
She pictured Rob's face, that incredibly handsome smile and his twinkly blue eyes, the whiteness of his teeth, the strands of gray hair mingled with dark brown. And then suddenly she was seeing his face buried between her legs, saw his tongue running up and down along the sides of her cunt lips, darting in and out of her hole, pulling and sucking her clit. Her hand began working faster as the douche splashed again and again against her vagina walls, cleansing and stimulating every tiny, fleshy fold.
She pictured the top of his head contrasted against her belly, envisioned his face wallowing in her crotch, and she came, pulsing and throbbing around the douche nozzle, her clitoris twitching uncontrollably.
When the climax subsided she sighed softly, finished rinsing out her cunt, then washed slowly, loving the feel of the soapy washcloth gliding along her skin.
When she was through she hurried out of the tub and back to her room, closed the door, then sat down on her bed and as quickly lost in deep, heavy thought. And then there was a knock on her door.
"Mandy, hey, you in there?" came a high-pitched female voice. "It's me ... you in there?"
Although she was tempted to remain silent, she called back, "Yeah, come on in."
"You out of your mood yet?" Adeline asked as she entered the room.
"Yes-I'll tell you about it, but first close the door."
Adeline did, then crossed the room, lifted the pile of clothes from the desk chair, placed them on the floor, and sat down.
"Well?"
"Well, Rob called."
"Oh-You going to see him tonight?"
"Uh-huh. We're having dinner at Gino's, then going to Manchester. That's where we've been going the last few weeks. The Hilltop."
"Oh? That's supposed to be a really beautiful place. Sharon was telling me that her parents stayed there when they came to see her last month."
"Yeah-it's incredible. The lobby is all marble, and there are bellhops and maids and clerks all over the place, waiting on you. I really love it. Last week we went there and Rob got us a room on the top floor, and there was a fantastic view of the mountains. When we went to sleep we left the curtains open so that when we woke up the first thing we'd see would be the snow and sun."
"Sounds nice," Adeline said, without much enthusiasm.
"Something wrong?"
"Well, I'd like to know what you were so uptight about this afternoon."
"Oh, I just feel really bored and unhappy here-like I don't belong. The girls here-except you, really-are so immature. I just can't stand it."
"But you're getting an education," Adeline said.
"Yes, but the education itself isn't enough. I want experience, too. Even the courses here, the teachers-everything is such a little dreamland. Reality has never touched Green Mountain College. The only relief I get is when I'm with Rob, but that's such an indefinite thing. He has to lie to his wife, and sneak around, and I love him and he loves me, but I know he really thinks of me as a kid. I mean, if he were seeing a woman on the side-a woman of his own age-he'd still have to sneak, but at least he wouldn't feel funny about people thinking she was his daughter."
"Does he feel that way with you?"
"I think so. He's never actually said that, but I have a strong feeling."
"So why do you stay with him?"
"Because," Mandy said, "I love him and he's the only man around. The guys from the other colleges in this area are so-so-"
"Yeah, I know," Adeline sympathized, "but they're all that's available."
"Not if you find a man like Rob," Mandy replied. "It's like-well, when I'm with Rob I feel like so much more than just a girl-I really feel like a woman. He treats me in a way no college guy I've ever known has treated me."
"But you know the situation with him-you know he's not planning to divorce his wife, that you can never be anything more to him than you are right now."
"What I am to him right now," Mandy said, "is plenty. It's enough for me ... I don't think I'd want to mean more to him....I'm his plaything-but he's mine."
"But that's just male chauvinism in reverse," Adeline said.
"Maybe, but so what? I'm bored, I like good sex, and I can't stand to stay around here alone-or with the guys from State-on the weekends. Rob offers me an alternative to that-a very attractive alternative. And as far as the thing about nothing ever coming of our relationship-I wouldn't want anything to come of it. Marriage, to Rob or to any man, isn't my idea of-well, of life, I guess."
"Well, I won't say that I don't envy certain aspects of your relationship, because I do, but I really think that you'd be better off steadily dating-if you want to have a thing with just one man-guys who have a bit more potential."
"Potential for what?" Mandy asked, rising from the bed and crossing to the bureau.
"Potential for a possible commitment-a commitment in terms of marriage or living together."
"But that isn't what I want," Mandy said, stepping out of her robe and standing naked before the bureau. "I want a man who'll give me what I want, satisfy my emotional and sexual needs, and let me satisfy his, without any strings attached."
She bent down and pulled open the bottom drawer. Adeline glanced at her upturned ass, her eyes following the crevice between the cheeks from its point of origin at the base of Mandy's spine right on down till it disappeared in a dark, furry patch between her legs. Then Mandy stood up, clutching a blue and silver sweater, and held it in front of her as she faced Adeline.
"What do you think? Is this nice enough to wear to Gino's for dinner?"
"Sure," Adeline replied, her eyes settling on Mandy's breasts as she put down the sweater.
"What pants?" she said absently, walking to her closet and rummaging through. "You think my black pants-the tight crepe ones-are okay?" she called from the closet
"Sure," Adeline called back, then realized that she hadn't even heard Mandy's question. "What?" she called.
"Nothing-never mind!" came the reply.
Then she reappeared, black pants in hand.
They talked on for a while, about other girls on the dorm, classes, teachers, and then Adeline asked, "Do you really have a good time in bed with Rob?"
"What makes you ask that?" Mandy replied.
"Curiosity, I guess," Adeline said. "But tell me."
"Okay-yes, I have a very good time in bed with him."
"What's he like? I mean, what does he do? What are his preferences?"
"Well, he loves to go down on me, and he loves to have me suck him, but he won't ever let himself come in my mouth-he says that turns him off, though I can't understand it. I love it when a man shoots in my mouth-it's so incredibly sensual."
"What else?" Adeline prodded.
"Well, when we ball he's very tender at first, but then he gets more and more demanding, and sometimes he rams himself into me with such force that I'm sore all the next day ... but I don't mind. The soreness always reminds me of the sex, and then I feel horny again."
"Does he ever ask you to do anything weird?"
"Like what?" Mandy wanted to know.
"Oh, I don't know....But to change the subject-does he like your breasts?"
"Well, he likes them, and he loves to chew my nipples when they get hard and tough, but that's only when we're first starting. By the time we get around to actually fucking he's lost interest in them completely. But now that I think of it-he does play with them a lot, squeezing and pulling them, when I sit on him. You know, when I sit on his cock and he's lying on his back, he likes to reach up and pull my nipples."
"That really turns me on," Adeline confessed. "Any guy who lets me sit on his cock while he plays with my nipples-wow! I get all wet just thinking about it." She tossed her head and her yellow-blond hair sparkled softly as it swirled across her face.
"Well, I'm sure you'd dig Rob," Mandy said.
"When do I get to meet him? You know, you've kept him so hidden from me-from all of the girls. I'd really like to meet him, or at least see him. Why don't you bring him into the dorm some night?"
"You've got to be kidding," Mandy answered. "And let him see the girls I go to school with-this whole part of my life? Never!"
"Well, how about if I go out to the car when he comes to pick you up....I could pretend I was just walking along when you come out, and then you could act surprised to see me and introduce me to him."
"No," Mandy said, very simply and very directly. What she didn't say, directly or otherwise, was that Rob had been asking her to introduce him to some of her girlfriends, with the thought in mind that maybe he could get Mandy and the other girl to participate in a three-way scene with him.
"Why not?" Adeline wanted to know.
"Just no-that's all. Now let's forget it, okay?"
"Okay," Adeline replied, then rose and walked slowly out of the room, half waiting to hear Mandy call her back. But Mandy didn't, so she went all the way out into the hall and closed the door behind her, then went to her own room.
Mandy got dressed slowly and sensually, thinking constantly of Rob, anticipating their evening together. She hadn't seen him for a week, she realized as she stepped into the frilly lace panties she'd bought the day before. One entire week since she'd had a man inside her. An involuntary quiver started at the base of her spine and crawled all the way up to her neck.
She dabbed on perfume behind her ears, along the underside of her chin, along her neck, beneath her breasts, around her nipples, on her hips, along the outer lips of her cunt, behind her knees and ankles.
Then, feeling terribly horny and sensual, she pulled the silver and blue sweater over her head and down, then stepped into the black crepe pants. She went back to the closet, picked up a pair of silver sandal-type shoes, then realized that her feet would freeze in them, put them back and selected a pair of soft, black leather boots.
She sat on the bed and pulled them on, then went to the bureau and faced herself in the mirror. She applied her makeup carefully, almost reverently, then stood back a foot or two and looked at her reflection. She was pleased, but not satisfied. She wiped off the eyeliner and reapplied it heavier, put on more eye shadow, then stood back again. Now she was satisfied. Her blue eyes twinkled beneath the silver eyelids, her cheeks glowed with a soft, warm, fleshy hue, and the rosy hp gloss sparkled and reflected little beams of fight, almost like a diamond.
"Now," she muttered under her breath, "my hair."
She reached for her brush and began to pull it through her thick mane of dark, rich brown hair, twirling the brush as it reached the ends, flipping her hair under slightly. She called it her Heddy Lamarr look.
Again she stepped back from the mirror to get better perspective. Yes, everything was just right. All that was left was selection of jewelry, which was really no selection at all. She only had three good pieces, and she had no choice but to wear them. A gold and pearl necklace, an emerald and diamond ring, and a pearl bracelet.
She put them on lovingly, then crossed her room, switched on the radio and danced back to the bureau.
Funny, she thought, how I can feel so down at one minute and feel so terrific an hour later. She fussed with her hair and makeup for a few more minutes, wiggling her ass in time to the music, then looked at the clock, grabbed her coat and bag and dashed out into the hall.
Then, holding her body very erect and feeling sexy and beautiful, she walked nonchalantly down the hall and down the stairs, through the dorm lobby and out onto the front steps.
It was freezing, and she pulled her coat tight around her body, glad she'd decided on the boots rather than silver sandals. A few girls passed her on their way in or out of the dorm, but other than that everything was still and peaceful, the wind howling softly through the trees.
Rob finally arrived, about twenty minutes late. Her heartbeat quickened at the sight of his car and the instantly renewed anticipation of the evening ahead.
He pulled up before the steps, leaned over and opened the car door for her. She stepped in gracefully, aware of her every move.
"Hi," he said, smiling, then leaned over and placed his lips against hers, parting them slightly so she could feel the heat and warmth of his mouth.
"Mmmm," she replied, returning his kiss and feeling the moisture between her legs.
He pulled back, put the Porsche into gear, then drove off quickly.
"How was the meeting?" she asked him, not really caring how it went but wanting to make conversation.
"Oh, it was okay-you know," was all he replied.
"Did you vote on the stock option?" she prodded.
"Don't you worry your pretty head over business matters," was his answer.
Feeling annoyed at being taken for such an unsophisticated, empty-headed woman, but afraid to allow her feelings to show, she changed the subject.
"I'm looking forward to going to Manchester-it's so beautiful there." Then she felt foolish, for she knew that the only reason she cared one way or the other about Manchester was because that's where they'd make love. And he knew it, too.
He smiled, looked shyly at her for a split second, then returned his eyes to the road.
"Aren't you going to say I look nice?" she asked him, pretending to be offended that he'd neglected to notice.
Slick, as always, he replied. "I didn't think there was any need to tell you-you always look beautiful, tonight and every night."
Annoyed again but still afraid to show her feelings, she tried again.
"It's supposed to snow tomorrow-it'll be so nice in the hotel room, looking out at the mountains behind the falling snow."
"Oh-didn't I tell you? I have an early meeting in the morning ... we have to check out by nine o'clock."
"Oh," she said, disappointed. "I was hoping we could spend at least part of tomorrow together."
"Maybe next weekend. But I've got some pretty complicated business deals happening now, and I can't afford to not show up at a meeting as important as this one."
"Is it about the stock option?" Mandy asked.
"Like I said," Rob replied, "don't worry about business. That's the last thing in the world I want to talk about with you."
"What would you prefer talking about?" she teased.
"Sex."
"Oh, shit, I thought it was going to be something interesting," she joked.
He took his right hand from the steering wheel and shoved it between her legs. "Isn't that interesting enough?" he asked.
"Well, when you put it that way...." She felt her clitoris harden the moment his hand pushed its way between her legs.
He laughed and removed his hand.
"I missed you a lot this week," she said.
"I was away most of the week-didn't I tell you last weekend that I was going to Vegas?"
"Las Vegas?"
"Yeah. I was sure I told you about it."
"No, you didn't. It doesn't matter, though. Tell me what it's like there."
"Well, it's very hot," he said, then flicked on the turn signal and made a right, another right, then a left. "And it's pretty strange, really. Gambling fever-it gets everyone out there. Little old ladies pouring dimes into slot machines, big-time gamblers sweating it out at the crap tables ... it's quite a sight."
"I can imagine," she said, though she couldn't imagine at all.
They pulled into Gino's parking lot. He got out and locked his door, then walked around the car and helped her out.
"Hungry?" he asked, taking her arm and walking toward the restaurant.
"Starving," she replied. "I could eat a horse."
"How about me?"
"You too," she answered, laughing.
They entered the restaurant, checked their coats, then the maitre de showed them to a table.
They each ordered a martini, then sat back and talked quietly, privately, about the evening ahead of them.
"I can't wait to get you into bed," he said, holding her hand. "I want to ram myself inside you till it pops out of your throat."
She blushed, squirmed around on her seat, and nodded.
"And I want to take your nipples into my mouth and suck and chew them, and I want to run my tongue along your slit, and poke it into your twat, and rub my nose on your clit and hear you cry out when you come."
"Rob," she said, her voice hoarse and low. "Rob." She squeezed his hand.
They ate their dinner quickly, not even tasting it, so eager to get to Manchester.
When they returned to his car she pulled off her coat and boots, then snuggled beside him, pressing one tit against his arm, allowing one hand to stray to his cock.
It shot up immediately, and she slowly unzipped his fly and took it out.
"I hope we don't have an accident," he joked. "I'd die of embarrassment if I was found with my dong hanging out of my pants like that"
She squeezed it; it pulsed back at her.
She removed her hand for a moment to turn on the radio, then put it back on his cock and began to stroke it softly with the palm of her hand, humming almost inaudibly, her nipples stiff beneath her sweater.
He sat back as much as possible, spreading his legs as far as he could without taking his foot from the gas pedal, and sighed.
Her hand worked slowly on his cock, rubbing the sensitive, nearly transparent skin, running the tip of her thumb over the crown of his rod, squeezing and pulling it every few minutes just because she loved to feel it pulse at her as the blood rushed through it.
His balls were heavy, and as she gently cupped them and pulled them out of his shorts a small sound escaped his lips.
"What?" she teased.
"Nothing ... nothing. Just don't stop!" he said, his voice urgent and demanding.
"I wouldn't stop-even if you were dead," she replied matter-of-factly, then realized how it must have sounded, felt foolish, then got back into giving him a hand job.
She made a fist around the hard, hot cock protruding from his groin, then began to beat the fist up and down, pulling the foreskin of his prick as she did so. Her fingertips reached down to tickle his hairy balls and heft them, one at a time.
They were such delicate sacs, yet she felt almost as though they were begging her to be a bit firmer, harsher with them. But she resisted and continued to be gentle, stimulating him to near-climax as they sped through the night toward Manchester's Hilltop Inn.
The heater was going full blast, and it made them both feel hornier, yet sleepy at the same time. His cock, in her hand, felt hard and ready, and his entire body, enveloped in the heat coming from beneath the dashboard, gave him a sensation of all-over stimulation. Yet he had to keep his hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road, for the Porsche was new, and he considered it one of his most valuable possessions-not in terms of money so much as status and virility.
Mandy's hand was joined by her other hand, and together they worked on him, pumping, pulling, squeezing, offering every sensation possible from the contact of hands and cock and balls. He arched his hips a bit, thrusting himself into her hands, thinking how well he'd taught her, what an expert at sex she now was. He remembered their first time together, how she'd been so unsophisticated, and how he'd carefully and patiently shown her how, and when, and with what amount of pressure at what time-all the little nuances and subtleties that meant so much to him. In a way, he felt that Mandy was his possession, that he'd brought her up, so to speak, and that it was his right to demand and get whatever he wanted from her. And she'd grown to accept it, too, maybe because she was grateful for the sex, the companionship, the away-from-campus life with which he provided her.
He felt terribly manly and virile behind the wheel of his Porsche, a beautiful young brunette jerking him off as they drove, the heat and music soothing them. Yes, he thought, this is the way I always wanted it to be, and now I have it; I have everything I've ever wanted. But it didn't occur to him how sad it was that it'd taken so many years to achieve, that he could have enjoyed his wealth and power that much more had it been within his reach at age twenty-five rather than age forty-five.
His thoughts rambled on, private thoughts, and every few minutes he lost himself in the sexuality, in the feel of the tender young hands caressing his cock and balls. He took his eyes from the road and looked at her, thought how bittersweet the beauty of her face and body was-how he longed for it even when the longing was pointless, when she was there beside him.
Mandy felt secure and warm, the college-girl attitudes of intellectualism and boredom no longer within her. Her hand was wrapped snugly around a big, thick prick, a pair of heavy, hairy balls beneath her other hand, and a hot, urgent wetness spreading between her legs. Sometimes she felt she really loved Rob, but in her more lucid moments she realized that their relationship was more just a case of mutual usage-he used her for sex, she used him for money, sex, and freedom from campus life. But it worked out satisfactorily, they both got what they wanted from each other ... there was only that one little obstacle.
As if reading her thoughts, Rob broke the silence by saying, "Have you given any thought to what we talked about last weekend?"
"What was that?" she replied, feigning ignorance.
"You know-about bringing one of your college girlfriends along some weekend."
"No," she said, feeling a sudden surge of resentment, "I haven't."
"But, Mandy, I asked you to. I specifically asked you to think about it and try to select someone."
She removed her hand from his groin. "You know, I still don't understand why you want to do this. Aren't I enough? Don't I satisfy you?"
"Of course you satisfy me," Rob answered, reaching over and taking her hand, placing it back on his still-hard penis. "I just like a little variety."
"Variety at the cost of forcing me to do something that turns my stomach?"
"But why should it?" he said, thrusting his hips forward so that his cock frictioned against her hand, which was limply holding it and making absolutely no effort to excite him further.
"Because I want to be with you alone," she countered. "If I wanted another girl in on it, I'd just have a private thing with her. But I don't want that."
"But it's not really very mature to condemn something before you've given it a try."
"Why should I try something when the very idea of it makes me sick?"
"Mandy, you're being very obstinate," he said, a note of anger creeping into his voice. "I said that I want another girl along, and I meant it." His tone left no doubt whatsoever that he expected to get his way.
"And what about me?" she asked defensively. "I should do everything you ask just because you ask it? Bullshit!" Again she removed her hand from his cock.
This time he didn't put it back; just shifted his weight around, keeping his eyes straight ahead, and pushed his softening cock back inside his pants.
They were silent, uncomfortably so, for a few minutes. Then, she said meekly, "I'm sorry. I really don't want to argue with you."
Seeing that he had her where he wanted her, Rob replied, "Does that mean you're willing to give it a try?"
"Well, I guess so," she said, angry at herself, angry at him, but still terribly horny and eager to get to the hotel.
"When?"
"Maybe next weekend," she replied.
Again, silence hung heavily in the small car. Thoughts raced through her mind-about the proposed menage a trois, about the sex they'd have within a matter of hours, about who she'd choose to bring into their relationship.
Finally they arrived at the inn, parked, and walked slowly to the hotel lobby without saying a single word.
She stayed a few feet behind him when he approached the desk and registered, smiled what she hoped was a wifely-looking smile as the bellhop escorted them up in the elevator and to the room, then at last they were alone again, the door closed, the do-not-disturb sign hanging from the knob.
"Let's take a shower together," Rob said as he loosened his necktie and removed a bottle of twelve-year-old scotch from his attache case.
"Okay," she answered, without much feeling.
"Look, Mandy, I really don't want this thing to become a major issue. I'd like to make love to you and another girl at the same time-as simple as that ... it really doesn't have to cause such problems or make you feel depressed."
"Oh, I don't feel depressed," she said acidly, "just a little put off."
"For Christ's sake, why?"
"Because, as I've already explained to you, it makes me feel that I'm not enough for you, that you need more than I can give you."
"Not need, want," he corrected. "And let's stop talking about it, okay? Your reactions are starting to make me feel like a dirty old man."
"Okay, let's take a shower," she replied, her anger beginning to dissolve.
He watched her undress, as she knew he would, his eyes riveted to her body as it was slowly revealed to him, inch by inch. She first removed her jewelry, slowly, toying with him and knowing fully that his cock was hardening. Then she stood up, tossed her dark hair, and pulled her sweater up and over her head, revealing her large, firm breasts and pink nipples. He gave a low, significant whistle as she bared them for him.
Then she unbuttoned her slacks and stepped out of them, her long, smooth, shapely thighs coming into view. She looked at him, sitting in the chair, his hand on his groin, the bottle of scotch resting on the arm of the chair, then quickly peeled off her panties and stood naked before him, eager for his admiration of her young and beautiful body.
She walked over to him and thrust her hips forward so that her cunt was just a few inches from his face.
"Like it?" she asked playfully.
He growled at her jokingly, then wrapped his arms around her hips, placing the palms of his hands on the twin cheeks of her ass to pull her forward, burying his face in her pubic bush.
"Mmmm," she murmured, looking down and getting wetter just from the sight of his head in her crotch.
He began to move his face back and forth, rubbing it against her twat. Her nipples began to stiffen and throb slightly, and mentally she could feel his face there, too, rubbing back and forth between her tits, making them bounce and wobble. His hands were firmly grasping her ass-cheeks, squeezing and pulling them hard, and as she looked down she could see the huge bulge in his pants as his hard-on grew and grew.
Suddenly he pulled back, lifted his face from her sex-wet vagina, and said, "Come on, let's get into the shower." His hands gave her buttocks one last sensual squeeze, then he released her and rose, stripped quickly but not without noticing her look of arousal as his cock came poking out through the opening in his shorts. Then Rob pulled them off too and together they stood naked in the middle of the room, arms around each other, looking out the window at the night-black sky and the millions of twinkling stars.
Slowly they entered the bathroom, and as she turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature he lifted the toilet seat, took his penis in hand, and let out a long, steady stream of piss. Then he shook off the last few droplets that clung to his cockhead, kissed her lightly on the mouth, and they entered the shower to stand beneath the hard, beating rivulets of hot water.
He soaped her first, lathering the washcloth and then rubbing it all over her body, savoring the feel of her sensual young curves beneath his hands, every now and then stopping momentarily to lean down and place his mouth against hers and push his tongue between her lips. She accepted it readily, sucking it into her own mouth and rubbing her tongue against it, loving the feel of their saliva mingling.
He spent quite a while on her breasts, lathering them, rubbing them with the washcloth and then throwing it to the floor and using his hands, feeling her up, stimulating her, pinching her nipples hard, loving their deep red hue as they stiffened even more and got all crinkly around the edges. Then he leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, realized he'd neglected to rinse off the soap and quickly drew back, spit out the soap, directed the shower spray against her boob and watched intently as the soap thinned and ran off, then put his mouth back to suck hard on the nipple, pushing his head against the fleshy tit as he chewed on it.
She reached down and grasped his cock, rubbed soap on it, then began her hand job, making a fist and running it up and down the shaft, using her thumb to titillate the head, picturing the spear pushing into her cunt as she would he beneath him within a matter of minutes.
They finished washing quickly, Rod making a concerted effort not to shoot his whole creamy wad into her hand while she jerked him off, then toweled off and ran to the bed, fell upon it, he on top of her, and began grinding their hips together in a slow, sensual rhythm. She could feel the hard, long cock digging into the soft, smooth skin of her belly, and it excited her even more. The manliness of it, the demanding, aggressive, urgent pulsing made her clit throb in anticipation of his penetration of her cunt.
Their mouths met and joined in a fevered clutch, tongues dueling, lips nibbling and sucking, saliva smearing over their chins as his hands roamed all over her body, reacquainting themselves with her curves.
She arched her hips upward, raising his body slightly in the process, her pussy growing more and more heated, wet, demanding....
She placed her hands on the sides of his head and gently began to push him downward till his mouth found her breasts, then let go and allowed him to gobble them to his heart's content. He took one, then the other and, using both his hands and his mouth, he mauled them, pulling and squeezing and biting and sticking. His cock pulsed with desire to get into her cunt, but he held off a while longer, savoring the sweet youth of her big, firm titties. His mouth enveloped one nipple, then widened as he tried to get the entire, fleshy breast into it.
Her body began to feel hot and moist all over as a thin film of perspiration formed and coated her skin.
"Rob, Rob," she moaned, tossing her head from side to side, "please, come inside me now." Her clitoris ached for stimulation and her inner vaginal walls seemed to scream at her for relief. It felt so empty up there-an emptiness that could be filled and satisfied only by a big, thick cock.
And he complied, glad to unleash his desire. He reached down, grasped his cock, guided it to her cunt hole, and pushed. She lifted her legs all the way up and draped them over his shoulders, allowing him total penetration. The tip of his cock bumped against her cervix and she moaned again, then began to rock her hips up and down in rhythm to his own hip thrusts, and they fucked quickly and furiously, so anxious to become part of each other's bodies.
They screwed hard and steadily, pushing and pulling, occasionally grunting from the exertion, and then she felt her orgasm approaching, felt that familiar freezing heat spreading from her cervix down the walls of her cunt and culminating in her clit, which by now was so hard and supersensitive that it could almost have been a miniature cock.
Her whole being became a spinning, churning pool of sexuality and heat, and as it engulfed her she cried out her willingness for it to overtake her....
Spasms started deep inside, then quivered their way downward, tingling and tickling every nerve, drawing her into a cyclone of sex, making her entire being dissolve into nothing but a furry mound of climaxing cunt.
The vaginal spasms made Rob fuck her even harder, eager now to let go his own climax, and he pushed and shoved, loving her cunt, loving his cock, loving the way they joined, and then his balls began to tighten, and within moments he felt the hot, white semen begin its journey from his balls up through his cock. It seemed to take forever for the come to reach his cockhead, but when it did it came shooting out with incredible force. It splashed against her womb, coating the insides of her twat, depleting his strength and making him feel thoroughly drained.
He kept shooting and shooting, spurt after spurt injecting itself deep within her cunt, till finally her last orgasmic spasms subsided and the last creamy white drop of semen had been spent. Then, panting from the effort and intensity, he rolled off her and they lay side by side on the bed, their heads touching as they rested against the pillow.
Her cunt felt tingly and wet, and when she coughed slightly a little drop oozed out from between her cunt lips, trickled down her inner thigh, and suddenly turned cold from exposure to the air.
"I love you," she said simply, but she knew it was a he. For the first time since she'd started seeing him she realized their relationship for what it was, without the pretext of love. She did not love him-her feelings for him could never be deep enough to even approach love, but she did like him, and mostly she liked getting laid, and so far, he was the best she'd had.
I love you, too," he replied, equally aware of his own dishonesty. No, he did not love her, but then he'd never deluded himself into believing that he did. He loved his wife, he loved his money, power, and even his children. Mandy was a sexual toy-sure, he thought, he cared about her, but love didn't enter the picture at all.
Content with their deceit, they fell asleep, she thinking about the intensity of her orgasm, he thinking about his meeting in the morning.