Chapter 5
Jenny's lips formed a nice little pout as she looked at him.
She stared straight at him with her black, very deep eyes. She did not wear any makeup at all, but her skin was perfect, smooth, as tanned as her long legs that smoothed out of her white shorts. Rick looked down her face to the thin yellow T-shirt she was wearing. It was made of a rayon-like material, thin and stretchy and very clingy, and where it rose on her chest to cover her breasts Rick could see her firm little nipples. She looked wealthy, sure of herself, and very beautiful. Rick said, looking at her tits, "Hi."
"Want a lift?" she asked.
"Did you finish the cake?"
She had a lot of her grandmother's directness about her. She said, "I asked you first."
Rick laughed, then stepped over the car door, sliding down into the leather bucket seat.
"What's your name?" Jenny asked, slipping the ear into gear.
"Answer my question," Rick grinned.
Looking over at him, as she let out the clutch and started down the road, she inspected his eyes, his mouth. "Yes. Marie makes very nice cake. Now, what's your name?"
"Rick."
"Rick Temple, isn't it? Don't you work at the club? Teach sailing, or something?"
"Right." Rick liked the way she drove: sure of herself, carefully, fast but not too fast as if she had something phony to prove to herself. Rick, thought she was just like the old lady had been, thirty or so years ago. He wondered about her in bed, if she hungered for it as much as her great-aunt did, and he imagined she was just as hungry as he looked again at her tits, her slim bare belly under the bottom edge of the T-shirt, the full hips inside the white shorts and the firm, long tanned legs. Rick imagined her hairy lips and wanted to slide a few fingers between them, feel her moisture start to flow.
"Is this your first year at the club?" she asked as if she was unaware of Rick's thoughts.
"Yes." He cocked his right foot on the door ledge; sending her messages with his body. He turned more toward her.
"How did you meet Auntie?"
Rick looked down the road. The resort was not far ahead. He did not have much time to move in on the niece as well as the great-aunt. He wondered if it would be possible, if perhaps he had not blown everything, that maybe she wanted some of what the old lady was getting, that maybe she would like to try out the old lady's fucking, see what her great-aunt saw in this mere child of a man. "I met her through a mutual friend," he said.
Jenny negotiated the turn easily and slowed clown to pass through the resort area between the carousel and the popcorn stand. She said, without looking at Rick, "That's how she meets all her lovers. That's what you are, aren't you?"
Rick was too stunned for a moment to negotiate an answer. As jenny slowed to a stop in front of the sailing club, he managed weakly, "Huh? W h a t was . . . that?"
Jenny stopped the car. Her long tanned legs worked the clutch and brake beautifully, gracefully, as if they could not make a mistake. "Aren't you her gigolo? Her new one?"
Rick didn't know whether a gigolo admitted being one or not. If he denied it, how was he to find new business? If he admitted it, wouldn't he be blowing his cover and make all the old ladies afraid he would gossip about what they did in the secrecy of their bedrooms? Would grand-nieces screw their great-aunt's lovers? But all the time he knew there was no doubt that Jenny knew what he was doing sneaking down the backstairs with an envelope in his hand. And if that hadn't told her all she needed to know, the guilty expression on Marie's face certainly had, exposed everything the maid had been trying to keep secret.
"Yes, I am," he said, having figured it was better to say yes than no.
Jenny smiled. "Does she pay well?"
Rick was only a couple years older than Jenny, if that much, but suddenly he felt that he was about forty, that he was nothing more than a dirty old man trying to seduce a kid. He felt himself aging in front of her. He imagined her imagining him naked, coupled in bed between her great-aunt's legs. He felt that she looked at him with accusing eyes. He said, "What she pays is none of your business."
He wanted to tell her he didn't sleep with old ladies, that he wasn't a male whore, that he only got it up with young, firm and sweet young girls like Jenny herself. He knew that Mrs. Witherdine's cunt had been finer, better, more experienced than many of the younger things he had dipped into, but how could he explain that to Jenny, or even persuade her that it was true? How could he defend himself by telling Jenny what a good lay her great-aunt had been?
He felt naked but unable to get an erection. Defenseless. He opened the door to get out.
"I hope you're nice to her," she said. "She needs men once in awhile and it is hard for her to meet them, decent men, in her position."
Rick thought that she was being kind, but he did not want that now. He wanted to have met the great-aunt, the Grand Dame, because he was dating Jenny, not the other way around. He could have had the whole pie, instead of merely the crust.
"She's a nice lady," Rick said, "but I don't know her too well yet." He got out and closed the door. "I imagine she was just like you are, when she was your age.
Jenny smiled. "We are a lot alike. But not really. Auntie was a virgin when she got married."
With that, she let out the clutch and her twin exhausts roared away up the street. Away, Rick thought, from the sailing club and its kids waiting for Rick to teach them to sail, away from jobs and hours and away from Rick and old ladies' gigolos, and toward a rendezvous with some young, strong and virile collegiate type who was just like Rick had been before' he started fucking old ladies.
Rick spent the half hour before his first class shooting billiards and he felt better when he heard the loud crack as he broke the balls, but he thought to himself that he was only twenty and too young for his life to have come full circle already. Because of the cheap way he had felt with Jenny, he remembered Linda Long and how badly he had treated her the summer, only four years before but seemingly ages ago, when they had both been counselors at the same camp.
He took his class into the boats and showed them spinnakers and tillers, explained the necessity for the proper ratio between mast and keel blade. As he moved into open water with the three advanced students, he went through the motions of teaching them but his mind was on Jenny Roman and how he had felt when he realized for certain that she thought of him only as her great-aunt's lover.
Her great-aunt's lover.
He thought he could have managed it if he had been screwing her mother, or an older sister if she had had one. But to be dicking the grand old dame herself? It might have given him a little class if he hadn't decided he wanted the grand-niece herself. He felt as if Jenny had kicked him in the stomach, or, more precisely, as if he had kicked himself in the balls.
He thought he was very young for life to have been getting even with him.
The summer he was sixteen he had worked as a counselor at Camp Wexamach in Maine. Linda Long was a local girl who had been hired as a substitute counselor for the camp kids, who ranged in age from eight to fourteen. There hadn't been much of a town nearby, so Rick had invited Linda to go canoeing with him one evening after the kids had been bedded down and other counselors were on night duty. They paddled across the wide lake, following the moonbeam at first, then put in at a secluded cove and lay down on a blanket on the grassy slope just above the small sandy beach. They drank some Pepsi Rick had brought and smoked two cigarettes. Rick apologized for not being able to find any grass in the little town, but Linda said she was glad because she would not have smoked it anyway and would have been frightened if Rick had., Rick studied the way her pink shirt buttoned clown her front. She was sixteen, a small-town girl, innocent, trusting, naive. And she was thrilled to be on such a sexy date with Rick Temple, who lived in Boston.
She was nervous when he kissed her. She smelled sweet, like fresh lake water. Her hands shook slightly as she placed one tentatively on the back of Rick's neck. Rick remembered clearly all the steps he had gone through with Linda.
She was a virgin, innocent and trusting and willing but scared. Rick had thought he was a good cocksman, despite the fact that he had had only two pieces of ass in his whole life.
His first girl nearly got away from him, as so many had previously. They were in a drive-in movie and Rick had her naked from the waist up.
He kept kissing her tits, sucking her nipples, running his hands up and down her back. He was afraid to try to get into her pants, afraid for two reasons: one, she might give in and he wouldn't know what to do, and two, that she might get mad and make him stop sucking her nipples. But this girl was different and solved his problem by saying, rather sarcastically, "Don't you know how zippers work?" She opened the front of her jeans, pushing them off her hips, and raised herself up from the seat so that Rick had no choice except to put his left hand between her legs. He remembered how surprised he had been at how wet she was, how easily his fingers slipped inside her. Later he managed to get his own pants open and the rubber on his dick and he flicked her. His second piece of ass had been only a few weeks before he left home for the counselling job. A maid his mother hired to come once a week had caught Rick at home alone and without even turning off the vacuum cleaner she had pulled his cut-offs down around his ankles and given him his first blow job and as soon as his still-stiff prick got over being sensitive she lay on the living room rug and let Rick shove it up her cunt So he felt he was a real cocksman, out on the lake at night with Linda Long, the country girl.
She lay with her one hand behind her head, the other on the back of Rick's neck, as he unbuttoned her shirt. He tugged the tails out of her jeans and opened her skin to the moonlight. She wore a small, maidenly white brassiere. Rick traced a finger across her throat, down between her breasts, over a little bow in the middle of her bra, down her mid-section to just below her belly button.
She put both hands around his head and kissed his mouth, possibly hoping that would stop the downward plunge of his fingers, but his hand did not stop, slid over her belt, across her firm abdomen and down between her legs. Her mound was big for a young girl, dropped off suddenly into the crevice that led to her ass, and Rick held on there as Linda thrust her ass off the blanket, planted both feet squarely on the ground and pushed up hard against his palm, against his fingers that pressed her soft parts. And Rick discovered that she was not thrusting up to get rid of his hand, but to push harder against it.
Within seconds he had her belt open, was sliding her pants off her hips, and Linda kicked them off her bare feet. They rolled together a moment, Rick's hard-on stretching along his pants, Linda's naked legs locking his hips, his fingers fondling, holding her ass. Then they broke free of each other so Rick could stand up quickly and strip off his own clothes and lie down beside Linda again, their flesh touching, their legs blending together. She slid her open shirt off her shoulders and Rick's tongue crossed her naked tits. She touched his cock, gently, at first timidly, then roamed down to his balls. She helped him lie over her and as she spread her thighs she guided him into her, raising her cunt to meet him again as she wanted it, wanted to be fucked. Rick worked into her slowly, fucked into her with just the head, pressed harder and he felt her virginity parting, giving way, and when her mouth fastened on his he pressed in harder and his cock was sliding all the way up her virgin, willing, hungry cunt.
He was pleased to find how nice it was to fuck a willing virgin, that she took all his cock easily. She came quickly and when she was riding into it again Rick couldn't holdback anymore and let go and as he flooded her full of his come she held onto him as if he was the only firm grip in a slippery world, her small frame quivering with excitement, tensing and relaxing, joyful, her own coming passing over and over her body. It was the first time he had come without a rubber inside a girl and the thought of his come shooting far up inside her, farther even than his long cock could stretch set him on fire, and before he withdrew, his cock let him know it wanted more and he fucked her again, slower this time, able to draw it out and build up gradually until their brains were filled with nothing but the idea of their own fucking. After they dressed and paddled back to the camp, Rick flicked her once more, lying on burlap sacks in the boathouse, his cock seemingly longer and harder than it had ever been in his life.
Within a week he had started screwing the camp director's wife, a tempting seductress of twenty-six who taught Rick most of what he knew about fucking and sucking, and being fucked and sucked. The camp director's wife spent entire nights with Rick in an empty bunkhouse and one night while Rick had to stay on duty she even crept into his bunkhouse where he was asleep with all his charges and woke Rick by touching his sleeping fingers to her soaking, wriggling cunt. That was the first time Rick sucked her off, as she lay spread-eagled on his narrow cot.
And Linda? Well, Linda was a nice kid and a good fuck but she could not compare to the camp director's wife, who had had years of experience and knew how to lead a sixteen-year-old kid around with his fingers aching to get into her hole. So Linda spent the rest of the summer trying to date Rick again, trying to get him at least to take her canoeing. Once she coaxed him into the boathouse and might have gotten a fuck out of him but he was late for a rendezvous with the director's wife. All other times he was too busy, going here and there and always winding up in the empty bunkhouse with the wife and he forgot about Linda as if she had been an old pair of pants that had gotten ripped up the crotch. He was interested only in the new pair, the ones that wrapped so nicely around his hips as he fucked and fucked and fucked. He was sixteen and thought life would be like that always. One night he came five times, twice in her mouth and three times in her cunt. And the next morning, before reveille, he woke to find her sucking on his cock and he fucked her once more, from behind, his hands playing in her cunt as his cock plunged in and out of it, his fingers tweaking her clit.
He didn't know if Linda spent the rest of the summer jacking off against a tree, or what.
And now he realized that he knew why he was thinking of her. He wanted Jenny Roman the same way Linda had wanted him, and now there was as little chance of that happening as there had been, from Linda's view-point, when he started dicking the camp director's wife. It had been completely beyond Linda's control, and now through his own actions Rick had let Jenny Roman get completely beyond his fucking.
He felt slightly sick, out on the bay teaching the kids how to sail. He felt out of it, like he was suddenly too old to take part in fucking young girls. He felt almost as if he would like to slip over the stern and let the ocean envelop him, as if he wanted to fuck the ocean and sink deep into it and never come up.
But when the kid who was fanning the tiller came about suddenly and nearly capsized the boat, Rick grabbed the rod and righted the craft, knowing he didn't want to fuck the ocean at all. That was for losers. He wanted to win. But how?