Chapter 5
"I'd like to see you when you get a chance, Mrs. Baker." It was Kim wearing a worried look at the door of her office as Trudy prepared for a busy Tuesday.
"Kim, I'm sure it'll keep," snipped Trudy, not up for playing the understanding betrayed wife. "I've got Derk Fredericks coming in just about now."
"He's already here." Kim's expression pouted, which somehow amused Trudy. Ever since she had been with Bud Sloan she had been a different woman.
Jack had caught the difference. With utter nonchalance she had turned off his overtures for sex when he'd come home from work. No nasty cracks to make him suspicious that she knew of his fun and games at the office. Just the opposite. She was giddy with excitement over the renovation plans she'd wrapped up with Mr. Hedling's associate, Mr. Sloan.
"Send Derk in, will you, Kim?" Trudy smiled reassuringly at the green eyes and the dark hair. Kim was stunning competition for her husband's affections, but so soon after Bud, Trudy didn't really care.
"In here, ma'am?" A handsome face poked around the opened door and smiled self-consciously when Trudy straightened from her crouching position. "I'm here for the braces preparation."
"You're Derk Fredericks?"
"Right. Gang's gonna call me Jerk Fredericks when I make the scene in all that metal."
She nodded toward the recliner chair and busied herself collecting picks and probes and setting up her work tray. "I can't imagine that you'll have one bit of trouble from the gang once you see how much of your braces are hidden. The doctor is very good," Trudy said, feeling the strange tremor of a remembered time when she felt love for the doctor, as well as respect for his work.
"Naw . . . well, it's my fault. Could'a had the braces when I was a kid but I waited. Hoping the teeth would sort of straighten themselves, I guess. But they kept on comin' out farther and more crooked . . . sooo, here I am. It's really girls who make me sweat the braces though."
"Do you date a lot?" She fastened the neck apron and noticed the redness around the nape of his neck. He was blushing. That seemed hard for her to believe in one with the obvious college polish of Derk. Older than most of her patients. Well beyond adolescence, he was still thinking in terms of the "gang" and "jerk" and life at the juvenile level.
Neither his body nor his face looked juvenile. The slight protrusion of his upper teeth was apparently the source of great embarrassment and may have retarded his maturing. But Trudy doubted it was the teeth at all. His eyes as he cased her quickly several times said he was very sexually oriented.
"I may date more when I get my mouth put together, so it looks decent. But I doubt it. Most of 'em don't go for what I like."
Trudy was afraid for the moment to ask what he liked that his dates didn't. "Oh, well, females are funny sometimes," she observed tritely, picking and probing at his teeth, twisting and angling for position to study the best brace locations.
For a reason she couldn't analyze, she felt a curious attraction to her patient. He wasn't her type male in physique or looks. It wasn't her libido acting up. Bud Sloan had wiped out her need for sex, she was sure, for at least a week. They had finished laying the plans for the renovation and then both of them had come unglued as he started to leave.
Even after the copulation walk and the bed-room frenzy, they'd needed more. Three times on the deep pile of the main hall foyer. Trudy knew that every time she walked on that forest green carpet to answer the main door of Baker mansion, she'd think of the coital craziness that took her with Bud Sloan there just before he left.
Yet the persistent quivering in her vagina was back and it was worse than ever, intensified by the way Derk's eyes focused on her mouth when she bent across him doing her prep work. Most patients closed their eyes as she worked, or else stared to the side or to the front. Derk stared at her mouth. At first she wasn't sure, but when it continued for fifteen almost unblinking minutes, Trudy was disconcerted.
It was partly his fascination with her mouth and partly the awareness it forced on Trudy of his. Normally a patient was a person with a dental problem behind heir lips. Oddly, Derk's staring made Trudy herself conscious of his own lips. Rich and fuller than the average male's lips and curiously attractive to her.
To break the curiosity she felt growing, she opted for a return to his puzzling observation about women. "So what is it most girls don't go for that you like, Derk? Or am I on too dangerous ground?"
A peculiar smile danced at the corners of his mouth. "I'm the one on dangerous ground. You'd probably kill me, if I told you."
"Promise I won't. I won't even knock your teeth out, as the guys say," Trudy said, faking a tiny punch at her own chin. "I want you to see that you're wrong about braces."
He grunted disbelievingly, took a deep breath and looked down at his hands folded across his lap. "Okay, so I'm telling. But don't you say I didn't warn you. I'm crazy about girls' mouths. I mean those with special mouths. Yours is out of this world. I wouldn't have the guts to tell you why."
Trudy choked back for the moment the instant need to know why. "Is that why you're anxious to get your teeth straightened? It's more cosmetic than necessary for you, you know that. You're handsome and I'm sure you know that without my saying it."
"Thanks. Guess I better stop right here. If I tell you it isn't cosmetic but really something I gotta have, you'll make me tell why."
"Huhunnnhhh . . . no I won't," disagreed Trudy. "It's your business. I'd love to know. I also keep secrets. Really love to know too why you're crazy about girls' mouths, 'stead of other parts of their figures. But I'm not going to ask."
He was staring at her mouth again and there was a peculiar light in his eyes. "Don't know what hooked me on mouths. It's made me trouble most all my life, least since I tried to do some-thing about it." Dots of perspiration appeared on Derk's forehead. "Wow! Like even talkin' about it makes trouble for me . . . Okay, here goes." His expression had a desperation determination and he was staring fiercely at her lips. "See, your lips make me think of the prettiest part of your body. I look at their smooth, silky kind of softness. The way they pucker and the way they open. Some-times a little. Sometimes real wide. Always kind of rounded like they were made that way just to . damn!"
"Go on, Derk." Trudy was staring into the pained and tortured face with pure fascination, knowing he was hurting in telling her the truth. "Please, tell me . . . everything."
"Here's where I get wasted!'" he groaned. "See, I look at your mouth and I see your love center. I mean it! Your lips are like your lips down below must be and to me they're even sexier. You say nice words with them and you kiss other lips with them and you put lipstick on them to make sure people notice what you want them most to see. And you probably don't even think yourself what it is you want them to see. Or why."
"You tell me whys" Trudy felt her vagina trembling with the shock of Derk's interpretation of her mouth. Strange lightning-like tremors of erotic excitement raced from her lips to her vulva.
"It's because I think most females would like to make love with their mouths lots more. Just like most males would like to use their mouths lots more on girls."
"Honestly?" Trudy sank to the edge of her stool and stared openly at Derk's mouth. "You're talking about fellatio and cunnilingus and oral love?"
"Don't care what people call it." Derk shifted uncomfortably and glancing down, Trudy saw why. His hands, crossed casually at his crotch, no longer hid the swelling. "It's mostly trouble for guys who really want to get it or give it."
Trudy debated daring the next question. She knew in common sense the conversation probably should be ended. But common sense had gotten very little for her in places where she'd always thought common sense was very big--marriage, home, the job. Now maybe was the time in her life when she should shuck common sense and just go on her senses. Her erotic senses and her touch and taste senses. She knew exactly what Derk was saying and now his groin was advertising what he wanted. Ask the question, Trudy, the mischief teased deep inside her.
"Have you gotten much oral love, Derk?"
He snorted. "You kiddin!? Girls I've even got-ten up the nerve to talk like this to act disgusted. Some even call me a pervert."
"Have you given much oral love?"
"Aw . . . now you're really bein' funny." His eves surveyed her face suspiciously, looking for a sign of tease. There was none. "Okay, so it's dumb Derk barin' his soul. No, I never loved a girl down there like I'm dying to. That's why the braces. I actually had one girl who let me start. I had her down on the car seat and her panties down and all I did was . . . wow! This is embarrassing!" He was sweating profusely and Trudy sagged against the edge of her stool to show him how nonchalant she felt about their very intimate talk. "Okay . . . here goes. I had my lips pressed right against her, well, her pussy, if you want to know. Never forget her squealin' when she smacked me!"
"She smacked you?"
"Sad it was dirty and she said she could feel my teeth touching her flesh and it hurt. Damn it! See why I say I'm a jerk?"
Trudy remained absolutely motionless, her tail pressed against the edge of the stool, eyes averted from his when he looked up into her face. Her hand cupped gently under the curve at the back of. his head and her fingers toyed listlessly for a moment with his soft curly hair.
"I think that's one of the cruelest things I've ever heard," she murmured. Her eyes were moist. "Makes me ashamed to be a female. You know she lied."
"Hell no, I don't. But I don't want to take any chances if I ever get a chance to be that close to honey lips again."
"You are that close." The words drifted eerily from Trudy's is. "Why don't you let a girl prove most of us are different."
"Huh?" Wide-eyed disbelief stared at Trudy's next move. Her fingers tugged her white mini-skirt an inch, two inches higher on her thighs as she gave the message.
A light fragrance of Estee Lauder bath oil crept tantalizingly from her most intimate self to the nostrils of a dumbstruck Derk. Simultaneously he saw the delicate thinness of translucent panties as the skirt continued to creep upward. No word from Trudy. Just maddeningly feminine fingers toying the mini higher and higher to expose her panty-concealed love center.
Derk gawked spellbound at golden thighs tapering into the vee of her crotch. A hint of dark triangle showed beneath the undies. Now her fingers tugged suggestively at the top of the scanty panties. She was going to bare her sex center! Derk fought the wild shudder of excitement.
The light elastic dragged down slowly, revealing the rise of her love mound, then the silken pubic down, dark and mysterious. Inviting! Suddenly, as if driven to act quickly lest she lose her nerve, Trudy tightened her buttocks cheeks against the ledge of her stool and dragged the panties low, scooting them down across her. thighs and kicking them away from her foot.
"Show me what kind of jerk Derk is?"
For a hypnotized half second Derk gaped at the magnetic center of Trudy's affection, mesmerized by the passion he sensed pulsing in that play center, dazed by the delicate fragrance of her body odor. Sensing his shock, Trudy urged slightly for-ward on the stool ledge and now the target was inches from his lips. "Kiss me," she whispered. "Please, kiss me. Maybe I'm a jerk, too."
His lips were warm and moist and full against her vulva. He tasted the darling tenderness of labial flesh, felt the quivering urgency of her palpitating vulva and he was gone. Twisting in the chair, he grasped the wide, wonderful roll of her hips and squirmed downward in the recliner for a better angle of attack.
"Oh . . . godddhhh . . . yesss!" Her body trembled feverishly as his lips molded to her pussy cleft and his tongue speared hungrily through to the clitoris.
"Oh, you beautiful devil!" Caught by the unexpected frenzy, Trudy barely had time to grab the edge of the stool to keep from falling when her orgasm took her. In relentless, demanding totality it racked her body, and Derk, feeling her instant creating to his oral love, was at the mercy of his own lust.
Licking, nibbling, munching the yielding, stiffened clitoris, he milked the taut trigger and forced her through climax after climax. A wild and uncontrollable reaction boiled through Trudy's loins, so possessing, she almost missed the phenomenon in Derk's pants.
His penis had gone rock hard along the inseam of his slacks as he first tasted her honey. But as vision blurred in a delirious Trudy, she saw the dark wet spotting appear below his crotch. Derk had ejaculated from the spontaneous combustion of her coming'
She rocked urgently against his eager lips, letting him spear deeply into her vagina, hearing his delighted moans as he ravaged her willing plea-sure pit. Finally slowing. Feeling her body wilt as the intensity of end-over-end orgasms eased, he relaxed the grip around her tail.
Trudy sagged slowly to a kneeling position at the side of the recliner. It was hard to believe that she had dared, that he had taken, that it all felt so natural. For long seconds she rested her cheek against the cool metal frame that edged the patient's chair. Then she looked over the top of his slacks at his groin.
The ridge pole was softened and there was al-most no discernible bulge in the checkered slacks. Wondering if her sanity had left her once and for all, she let her hand walk over the curve of his thigh and stroll casually to his zipper.
"My turn to be me," she said simply. "And if you're getting your teeth fixed because you think you even a little bit offend a girl down there when you love her that way, don't get them fixed!" Her eyes met his and he knew she was sincere. "I've never been loved more perfectly by a more beautiful mouth."
"Golly . . . thanks." It was all he could see as he watched the platinum loveliness of her hair turn when she leaned across his hip.
Her fingers were bold and very curious as they scrabbled through his opened fly and dragged a limp white penis into view. He lay transfixed in the reclining chair and watched her thumb and forefinger mold the flaccid cock-flesh meditatively. Momentarily paralyzed by the sight of her beautiful face profiled to him as she studied his organ, Derk simply stared at the magic taking place before him.
Her eyes never left his groin. "I think I know why you never have had a girl love you with her lips." She slapped the baby-soft organ impertinently against her cheeks. "It has to look different than this before a girl can do what your owner wants. 'Course, it could make a girl a very nice meal. Long as she liked spaghetti or maybe shrimp." Mischief dancing from her eyes, Trudy popped the curled inches into her mouth and clamped tightly on the prisoner penis.
Low throated moan of male in extremity! Warm saliva and wriggling tongue deviling the sleeping giant. Sudden, elasticized spring to life and a little cry of disbelief from Trudy as she spewed the sopping erection from her lips.
"That is purely beautiful!" She gripped the base of the phallus and squeezed, forcing the trapped blood to the tip of the organ and doubling the size of the glans. "It's so huge, Derk! Aren't you proud of it?"
"Awwggg . . . yeah . . . gosh!" He gaped at the darkening hue of the fattened cap and watched a drop of semen squeeze in agony through the eye-let.
"Look at my mouth, Derk." She looked at him over her shoulder and a tumble of lovely platinum lengths almost obscured her left eye. He stared at the puckered richness of pretty lips, slightly ovaled, pursing gently in suggestive siphoning. "Does it really remind you of me down below?" Her tone was skeptical.
"It does . . . it does!" he panted. "It's no prettier than down below, but your mouth is where everyone sees it all the time and thinks . . . well . . . " His face colored as his voice broke.
"Thinks what, Derk?"
He squirmed in the chair and his bared and gleaming cock quivered stiffly in expectation. "Aw, gee! You're too much of a lady for me to say it out loud."
"Would I still be a lady, if I said it out loud?"
"Yes! Please!"
"Then I want you to stay right where you are on your back and shove your lovely cock into my mouth vagina. I want you to copulate with me through my lips. And you know why?"
He gagged wordlessly as she angled the erection toward the yearning oral port. "Why?" he managed when she diddled the dark satiny chest-nut to-and-fro across her lips, waiting.
"Two reasons!" hissed Trudy. "So I can taste and suck your sweet penis. And so every time you look at Trudy Baker from now on and see me go like this," she puckered saucily, you'll know she's thinking about how you'd feel fucking into her face right that minute. So there, Derk Fredericks! Are you shocked?"
"Please," groaned Derk. "Please do it!"
She mouthed thirstily around the corona and a distended cock crown ballooned formidably. With torturous strokes she licked the thick shaft and forced moans mercilessly to his lips as she delayed the ultimate.
"Now, Derk! NOW!" Her mouth ovaled round the fat cap and took it totally from sight. Quickly, inches ,of bone-hard barrel followed the wildly inflated cone.
For inflaming moments she nursed the engorged portion of his penis with a soft, moist whirl-pooling action, hardly moving her head as she forced a to-and-fro action of the organ. In an inch . . . out two inches . . . back and forth till at last the hyper-sensitive prick had worked almost completely from its mouth port. Only the darkened cap remained buried between her lips, and her fingers darted to claim the root of the cock. Now she propelled the tortured length in and out in a steady stroking rhythm. The rhythm of fucking, thought Derk, staring at the beauty of sensual lips, sensitively carved facial lines, exquisite grace of throat.
She began to speed the siphoning, sucking more fervently. Cheeks expanding and contracting with mounting urgency, she clamped determinedly on her target, lest it leap for freedom. He came slowly out of control. Not wanting to, longing to delay the orgasm, but unable to slow the build up.
"My God, it's . . . you better . . . I . . . Look . . . ouuuutt!"
His semen ejaculated in hot bolts of desire, deep into her throat, spraying and spurting in frantic response to her sucking frenzy. When he tried to yank the discharging length from her lips, she tightened savagely on the base and instantly converted Derk's reaction to a passionate humping to give her everything.
Very quietly it ended. His ejaculation slowed, . then stopped, and she was reluctant to let go of the softening member. Nursing it tenderly to limp nothingness, she bit lightly at her lower lip as the penis slid from her mouth. Disappointed and sad to lose her plaything. She swallowed and her eyes were on his as she savored his semen.
"You're . . . you're beautiful!" He leaned suddenly and cupped the sides of her face gently in his palms. "Thank you!"
"You're the beautiful," she murmured, pursing her lips as he studied the delicate loveliness of ivory skin and the tilted impudence of her nose and her chin. "I hope you will do that a zillion times to many girls, Derk Fredericks. But I hope you'll remember the first was Trudy Baker."
She was on her feet, smoothing her nylon uniform. A curiously changed Derk watched her take the Cavitron and begin to fiddle a cleaning drill into its socket. There was an odd reality about everything around him. Had it really happened? Or were his daydreams hallucinating out of control in his long time passion for the gorgeous dental hygienist of the Baker Clinic?
Baker Clinic! The name swirled idly through his dizzied mind and abruptly his thought came to a grinding halt around the name. Baker. BAKER? Trudy Baker must be Mrs. Baker!
He glanced at the empty ring finger and' knew that made no difference. A professional in the dental world probably would wear no rings. Trudy Baker had to be the wife of Dr. John Baker--the guy who was shortly going to do his brace job.
He tightened his grip on the arms of the chair and stared puzzled and uncomprehending at the woman who had just turned his life around. No sign of self-consciousness or guilt or even that anything out of the ordinary had happened. But it had! Derk Frederick had just been treated like an adult human being for the first time in his life. His phallus had been honored and thirsted for, and after years of feeling like the kook on the block, Derk had been handled like a man. By a lady.
"No kidding, you really don't think I need the brace bit, do you?"
She rested the hand holding the Cavitron on the round metal tray edge. "I don't, but that's not what's on your mind, is it? You're putting some uncomfortable facts together in that busy head of yours. Like . . . I'm married. Isn't that it?"
Derk shrugged. "Doesn't matter. But some-thing tells 'me I'm not going to like your husband."
"Join the club." Trudy tilted the chair back to go back to work on his mouth. "Tell you what I'd like you to do. Come back for several more appointments and by the time we're done with the preliminary work, you can decide. I might even whisper you a secret about some fun that might be around my husband's office if you do go ahead with the braces."
"Can't guess what." His eyes were fixed on her mouth again and she smiled softly.
"I like what you're thinking, Derk. It makes my lips tingle to know you're thinking about them that way." Her eyebrows arched appealingly. "But please stop staring that hard! Find something else to look at while I'm concentrating on cleaning. It drives me right up a wall!"
Back in Trudy's home at the instant Mel Campbell, confident of his aloneness in the house, had prowled the inner walls for most of the morning. He wanted some point of access into a hall, or one of the rooms, from the between-the-wall passage. Only one possible access and that from overhead in the master bedroom through a vent once used for access to the attic. But to reach it through the bedroom vent meant he had to stand on the shelf headboard of the king-size bed, push the ceiling trap door to the side and hoist himself up. With no one around, it would be easy to experiment, thought Campbell. He kicked off his shoes, feeling the headiness of intruding into the Baker's bedroom as he stepped up onto the crimson satin bedspread.
He shoved the flush mounted trap door to one side with a grunt and a musty smell reached him, announcing it had to be a crawlway to the hidden passage. Leaning carefully for balance, he hefted himself the few feet above the bed board, feeling smug than his conditioning made the effort nothing, in spite of sixty years.
Once through the overhead trap, he crouched in the darkness above the bedroom ceiling, looking down through the vent square onto the huge bed. Like watching an empty stage before the curtain rising. Tableau without people. How often from across the way in his own house he had voyeured action on this bed. What a show the vertical view would give! Visions of fantastic camera potentials were already spinning through his mind.
To test how easy it was to enter and leave via his discovery, Mel went down the inter wall passage to the long tunnel and all the way to the cellar. It was damned exciting! Just the way the earliest Bakers meant to use it to escape Indians. Never the way any Bakers thought to see it used as he was using it, he was sure.
A devil-may-care confidence began to infect him as he made his way back through the passageway to the trap into the bedroom. No longer did the dampish tunnel give him the ominous, claustrophobic sense of danger. Now it was a fun place, even in total darkness having to feel his way. It was a way to rid his days of Ariadne as he prowled the private life of Trudy Baker.
All things equal, he had no doubt now that given a few months cultivating time, he'd find the guts to storm the life, of this platinum blonde sex-pot. He peered over the edge of the trap down at the massive bed, just to the side of his entry hole. Maybe, by God, he'd give her the surprise of her young life and drop in on her from outer space up here. Maybe while she slept in some morning.
A daring he'd never known before bolstered Mel as he found his footing on the headboard, stepped carefully onto the towel he'd put down on the spread to protect it from dirt marks from the tunnel. He hopped gaily to the floor.
"Just a damned Tarzan!" he exulted at the bathroom mirror as he rinsed his hands and washed the dirt streaks from his face. "By golly, that'd shake Trudy-girl up. I could pop in naked right through the fuckin' ceiling! Maybe I'll even practice it right now."
The wild notion grabbed him and peeling his shirt and tie, dropping his pants, feeling like the friendly neighborhood rapist, he stood starkly naked in front of the bathroom mirror.
"Damned if you aren't a good-lookin' old fart!" he sneered at his bared body, privately pleased that he looked so in tune at sixty. He shook his head worriedly at the little paunch that all the diet tricks he'd tried hadn't removed. At least the daily exercise with sit-ups and push-ups had him muscle toned and damned tough.
He eyed the bedroom through the open bathroom door and marveled at how far he'd come already. From behind the drapes peeking across the distance that separated the Baker and the Campbell residences--to this. It wasn't too far from the bathroom to that bed where he'd some day have Trudy spread and screeching for his cock. Not a damned daydream, mused Campbell, watching his penis swell away from his front at the thought.
"Look out Trudy doll . . . your Tarzan's comin'! " he chuckled, strutting boldly across the bedroom rug to the side of the bed and stepping up onto the spread as if it was his own property.
He reached overhead for the ledge of the opened trap door, balancing brazenly naked on the shelf of the headboard. His fingers tightened and he felt the independence remembered from youth when he used to swing hand over hand in his father's barn loft. Looking down his front, he tingled to the youthful excitement of an erection mounting just from the sheer exuberance of going against social mores. He was a Keller as a kid. He could be a better heller now.
"Me Tarzan . . . you Trudy!" he howled at the empty hugeness of the bed, putting full weight on the handgrip and hefting upward. At just the second he thought he was safely over the lip of the opening, a rotted board gave way, sending him crashing backward. Ricocheting from the corner of the head board to the bed table, to the floor, he felt no pain. Black nothingness had washed away his vision and he lay crumpled in a twisted pile on the aisle between the edge of the bed and the wall. Where his head had cracked against something en route, a nasty welt showed.
"I'm going home early," announced Trudy when Nomi answered her intercom buzz. Walking back to Jack's offices was suddenly distasteful to her. Derk had left and somehow the afternoon appointments for routine cleaning were more than she could take.
"I think Kim is very anxious to see you, Mrs. Baker."
"It'll have to wait. I have a headache. Will you tell the doctor for me?"
New mood, thought Nomi. No clue from Kim that they had been seen by their playmate's wife, but no one had to warn Nomi there was some-thing very icy between Trudy and Jack and even a chill toward his assistants.
"I hope you'll feel better tomorrow. I'll tell Dr. Baker. Can I do anything for you?"
Trudy restrained the sarcastic reflex. "Just cancel my afternoon appointments please. I'll see you tomorrow."