Chapter 12
It hadn't been all that late, and he awoke at eight Saturday morning, slid slowly and partially back into sleep, and drifted in and out until nine. Then he reached up and flipped on the radio.
He learned that there was snow outside, plenty of it, and that it just might not be through coming and accumulating.
The snow had started last night, coming down from Canada. It must have been snowing in Poughkeepsie since five or six o'clock. And they now had five inches. Also, the roads weren't cleared.
He jerked up into a sitting position and stared at the far wall while some yoyo started off his song in a deep voice by saying-"Ah'm a truck."
Then Ross pounced out of bed. He started the shower, plugged in the coffeepot, poured a glass of Start, showered and shaved, standing there naked. Then he put on the velour robe and poured coffee and started shoving pieces of sandwich meat into his mouth. He stung his tongue on the hot coffee and snarled, sloshing some.
He put on a dark blue shirt and blue flares and blue socks and a pair of black shoes. As an afterthought, he knotted a figured Laredo scarf-mostly blue-around his neck. He combed his hair carefully.
There," he told himself, studying the all-blue guy in the mirror, combed and shaved and not at all bad-looking. "If they did make it, I definitely look presentable enough to meet a mommy and a sister!"
He shoved keys and wallet in his pockets and took off.
Four minutes later he was knocking at the door on the first floor.
He had to knock twice, and he was chewing into his hp when he heard the encouraging sounds of lock and latch being let off.
Without makeup, glowing fresh from the shower, wearing her hair in a towel and a white terry robe pulled around her, Kathy looked absolutely great.
"Ross!"
"Good morning, Kathy. I wanted to come down and check with you. Is our date for this evening off?"
"Our date?"
He rolled his eyes. There wasn't a sign or a sound of anyone's being inside. He smiled and spoke in a low voice. "They didn't make it?"
She shook her head. "Mother called Just a few minutes after you and I hung up last night. Too much snow. I called you back, and...." She looked down. "I called a couple more times, later. No answer."
"No," he said uncommittally.
She looked up with the slightest hint of reproach on her face. "You sure didn't waste any time ... I'm sorry!"
He grinned and nodded. "No, and you were right And don't ask if I was with a woman. I was."
She sighed and he saw her white teeth, setting themselves into her lipstickless lower hp and denting it slightly.
"I was busy kissing her off, Kath. You want to be my girl?"
Her face softened. "Oh, my gosh! I just came out of the shower-you have no right to see me like this! Oh, damn! Why didn't you call? Good grief I must look like something the cat brought home." Then she lunged against him and her arms went up and around his neck. "Hell, yes, I want to be your girl!"
He kissed her, long and with a fervor she returned in spades. Then he began to become aware of a slight discomfort....
"Oh gosh! I forgot ... my robe came open. I'm still all wet and oily from the shower!"
He pushed her back, followed her in, and heeled the door shut behind him. Then he looked down at himself, following her wide-eyed gaze.
Yeah. She'd got him all wet again.
"Oh lord," she breathed in a small chastened voice. "I did it again! Damn! Are we going to go through life with me getting you wet?"
"Beats me. We don't even know if we're going through life together or not."
She looked at him with an expression of complete seriousness.
"Oh, I hope it works out that way! I think I sure would like to...." She looked down at him again. She sighed. "Well. Here we go again. Uh ... you'd, ah, better get out of those wet clothes before you, um, catch a cold."
"Yeah. You too."
Her eyes widened. "Now? You mean ... do it? Before breakfast?"
He was pulling off his shirt. "Why the hell not?"
She jerked off her shorty robe to reveal a glowing, wet-shining body, and he loved every humid inch of it. "Why the hell not!" she echoed.
They kissed again, rubbing their bodies against each other, naked this time. She did everything he did, including fondling his ass when he did hers. Her almost-hard breasts punched at his chest. Her belly pulsed against his growing cock, and she rocked her hips slightly to rub against him in a belly-undulating, crotch-circulating movement.
"Oh, Rossi All day and all night and all day tomorrow and all night and all day Monday, too ... can we?"
"We can. We will."
Her eyes sparkled. "Listen, let me tell you what I did last night!"
"Who gives a damn?"
"I want to. I read three books!"
He was walking with her to her bed, which was rumpled. Their arms were around each other and each toyed with a pistoning ass cheek.
"Three! Good lord!"
"Three sexbooks, Rossi And I learned some things. And boy, did some of it turn me on! Have you ever heard of ... anal intercourse?"
"Yes," he said, and that was absolutely all.
"Well, that sounds a little scary, but it's just absolutely fascinating, too. And next time you put your head between my legs, I won't he there on my back like a female chauvinist! We can get side by side and I can kiss and lick you that way, too!"
He shivered. "No argument from me, Kath."
"You ever read any sexbooks?"
I'm subleasing my apartment until the other guy's lease runs out. He left to get married. He left behind about a hundred."
"About a hundred sexbooks?" She squeezed him.
He nodded.
She clung to him and danced up and down beside him, rubbing her body against his like a delighted kitten. "Oh, Ross! Wow! Can I borrow them? Can we maybe read some together? Are you going to stay here all weekend? Listen, if you do, could you bring some down so we can read while we're not, um, you know, while you're rejuvenating? Okay? And listen, could you sort of start in warming my bottom up, breaking it in, I mean, making it a little wider and getting it ready so we can try, you know, anal intercourse? Would you mind that? Does sticking it up my, ah, back put you off? Ross?"
"Kathy."
"Hmm?"
"Kathy, shut up and get on that bed so you can get yourself fucked into silence."
She squeezed him, then bounced onto the bed and flopped. Thinking better of that, she rearranged herself. She adopted a sensuous posture and look and held out her arms to him, smiling lazily in warm sexual invitation, all quivery with seething sensuality.
His eyes dropped to the gleaming folds of her groin and the trough between the puckered fullness of its lips He grasped that smooth, almost shorn-looking cunt and squeezed. She gasped in instant excitement Then his fingers were gentle as he moved them constantly over the tender flesh of her cunt's soft little lips.
She wriggled her hips and sighed in delighted satisfaction as his hand clamped tightly down again. His finger slipped up inside her and she jerked, only once, at the little twinge of pain in a passage that had been opened for the first time less than two days ago.
Then she half shuttered her eyes, in a self-contained world of erotic sensual feelings.
His hand squeezed and probed and toyed. Then he bent and set his mouth to the pink-lipped crack. Her violent responsive jerk nearly knocked him free, but then she moaned apologetically and reached down to press his head between her hands. He sent shivers of passion racing all through her by blowing into her cunt, then slithering his tongue into the slightly expanded slot.
"Darling?"
He flicked his tongue in and out, then raised his head a couple of inches to look questioningly at her.
"You know I love that. But ... right now ... I'm burning up! Would you please just pile on and screw me dizzy?" .
He didn't mind. "Did you read about the woman squatting or kneeling astraddle her man and screwing him?" he asked, moving onto the bed.
"Yes! I almost forgot! I want to try that ... next time. Right now I'd like to be crushed and half smothered with man ... my man!"
He pushed up between her thighs, grasped her hand and pulled it down, and let her guide his cock into her. The soft rubbery tip, swollen violently like a gleaming red helmet, nudged up against her pubis. She sighed, and pulled. His prickhead entered the sweet crack dividing the softly firm bulge of her pubic mound.
He rammed deep and she moaned in swift pain, then almost immediately in aroused lust.
Rolling her hips, she grasped his hard body.
He skewered, grinding himself into her, dimpling the very firm resilience of her tits with digging fingers and smacking her belly with his. He concentrated on whipping in and out of her juicing, flooding pussy lips and the fiery cunt beyond.
Lunging hard, he drubbed her, knowing with joyous certainty that she reveled in the constant deep impalement of the open, sticky gash that had been closed until he had opened it himself, on this bed, day before yesterday. Now all it wanted was to be spread and forced open around the heavy, feverishly inflamed probe that had first breached its virginal bastion.
She began arching sinuously up to him, smiling, vibrating to the lustful beat of his body drubbing hers in searing physical intimacy. The audaciously overdeveloped clitoris came slipping up between the top of her labia and rubbed itself joyously against him. She strained hard to stab him with her hard conical breasts, smiling and sighing and gasping out encouragements that grew increasingly, delightfully obscene.
He sent her squealing and shuddering over the edge, and followed almost immediately with a madly spurting blast of copious sperm that rushed into her and drooled out around his imbedded prick.
And the weekend was only beginning. Life was only beginning.