Chapter 7
Jane's first question after Rick slid into her car was, "How is the easy life going?"
Rick looked at her a long time. She had made wonderful love with hind on the sailboat, but he had not called her since or made any effort to get in touch with her. She had become another Linda in his life. He thought he would like to make it up to her, in some way, and perhaps by making it up to Jane he could also ease his conscience somewhat about Linda, far away now but still nagging in the back of his mind.
"It's going great," he lied. "I'm making a fortune and there's nothing to it."
As Jane drove along the narrow road, she laughed at him. "What were you doing out here at the junction this time of night? You know, life isn't as easy as you make believe it is."
He acted surprised. "You mean that?"
"Come on, Rick. Anybody can see right through you. You're having a miserable time. You're not fun anymore."
"I've gotten serious," he said, not knowing what else to say. "I've settled down to a career."
"If it's so great, how come you didn't rescue me from a life of setting tables and clearing dirty dishes? I had the impression that as soon as you got organized with the ladies you were. going to find a few that wanted a little female companionship, or maybe a threesome."
He looked at her a long time, trying to decide whether or not she was serious. He decided that she was kidding, that she knew what a lousy summer Rick had gotten himself into and that she wanted no part of it. A long sigh escaped his lungs as if he were an old pioneer who found it hopeless to explain to the youngsters exactly how it used to be in the old days.
"It's shitty," he said. "It's a lousy life."
"That's the first true thing I think I've ever heard you say. What went wrong with your great plan?"
"I don't know. I think the plan was all right, it all worked just like it was supposed to. It's just that I've gotten so damn horny I can't seem to stand it anymore."
"With all the women you've been getting? According to rumor, that is."
"I've been getting a lot, maybe that's the trouble. Quantity with damn little. quality." He looked at her. Her young breasts were firm. She wore only shorts and a triangular cloth over her breasts, tied around the neck and waist. She wore no brassiere since her breasts vibrated a little as she maneuvered the steering wheel. He thought he sensed the nipples firming as he looked at them. Her body was altogether tight, no part of it dangled in loose folds of soft flesh. Her hair was thick, blond, and he remembered the strength of her cunt, its depth, the excitement that had rippled his body as Jane had kicked off her shorts that time on the boat, his almost breath-taking sensations as he bad gently Iain over her, his balls grazing the hair over her Venus mound.
"Isn't it Easy Street," she asked, "what you wanted?"
"It is Easy Street, and is what I wanted, I guess, but there are times when I want something else." He made the mistake of laying his hand on Jane's bare thigh.
She moved his hand back to his own lap.
"I won't let you make love to me again," she said, sadly. "I did once, and I liked it a lot. An awful lot. But I just can't let you do it to me again. You're like a drug. I could get addicted to you and I don't want to. If you stay with the old ladies, you just won't have time for anybody else and I can't afford a part-time boyfriend."
Rick thought he noticed a weak link in her theory. "I'd be going away to school again at the end of summer anyway, even if I wasn't going with the old ladies. Some of whom, you might be interested to know, aren't so old in bed."
"I'm not interested."
"Anyway, I couldn't be anything but a part-time boyfriend. Since I'd be going back to school. Why can't we just have something going for the summer, then call it quits in the fall, like adults."
"I don't want it, that's why. I thought we had a chance, earlier, but I don't want it now. Thanks anyway. You stay with your old ladies this summer and see if you want to go to Florida with them, or if you'd rather go back to school."
Rick had thought he was close to making up his mind in the interests of higher education, but she was making him mad enough to chase off to Florida in pursuit of the sixty-year-old quail.
The party was not what Rick had expected. It was better.
Held in one of the older houses on the inland side of the highway, away from the wealthy section, the party seemed to have attracted every person in the area under the age of twenty-five. As if they had all decided to get it together for one night, rich and poor alike, as if they had all gotten fed up with the artificial separations imposed by their parents and guardians and said to hell with all that crap.
Not only were all the waitresses from the resort on hand, but so were the kids who sold popcorn, the gas-station attendants, and kids Rick had never seen except when they stepped out of their father's yachts to order more liquor. And what was more surprising, they were all talking to each other and seemed to be having a good time.
Rick took a can of beer from a tub filled with ice. It fizzed when he opened it and the brew tasted cold and clear. It was . . . well, he tried to find the right word . . . it was good, delicious . . . no, there was no way to describe it other than that it was very refreshing. He had drunk so many absinthes, brandies, cordials, old lady drinks for so long that a good long drink of cold beer tasted like a breath of fresh air.
He wondered if Mrs. Witherdine had given up on him yet and gone to bed, or if she was impatiently pacing the floor. He imagined briefly that tonight might have been the night she would have swallowed his load, let him come in her mouth while he held her by the ears, but the idea of traipsing up her back stairs after Marie and going in and out the back way like a delivery boy turned him off.
Jane left him as soon as they arrived. Rick began to circulate, carrying his beer. All the girls were pretty, he thought, but maybe he had a prejudiced viewpoint since he hadn't had a young cunt in his arms for so long. He was indeed hungry for one, and he thought he saw one he wanted but while she was talking to a boy in the corner, the boy who ran the carousel for the little kids while their mothers cavorted on the beach, she squatted down on her heels and he leaned into the corner slightly and she pulled out his penis and started sucking on it. Rick turned away quickly, rather shocked and embarrassed but pleased as well. If it was going to be that kind of party, he thought, let it begin with me.
When someone touched his elbow, he jumped as if he had been hit with an electric shock.
When he turned and recognized Jenny Roman's long aristocratic face smiling at him with her perfect teeth, her mouth that looked sweet enough to bite, he nearly suffered a severe brain dislocation. He had been thinking hard about a fuck, and suddenly his most desirable fuck appeared in front of him and she reminded him instantly that he was standing up her great-aunt, his passage through the old lady's vagina onto Easy Street secure if he did not screw it up.
She waited for Rick to speak and when he didn't, she asked, "How's Auntie?"
"I don't know," he said. "You probably see her more than I do."
"I might see her more often, but you see more of her, I'm sure."
"I haven't seen her this week at all."
"Oh, really?" Jenny acted surprised. "Well, I suppose you've been very busy with other details of your work."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Do you still have time to teach sailing?"
"It's my job, you know. Sure I have time for it."
Jane, having seen them talking together, crossed the room to join them. It was her only chance to show rich Jenny Roman that little Jane the waitress could date Rick Temple, the famous gigolo.
Everyone ignored the boy getting his cock sucked in the corner. When he started pumping fast and leaned against the wall, those closest to him turned their backs so as not to be obvious about the kid getting his rocks off.
Jenny looked at Jane, who stood looking very sweet in her shorts and the silk shawl tied over her bare breasts. Jenny looked back at Rick. "When are you going back to school?"
"I'm not sure."
Jane said, "He's not going back. I told him he's stupid. You agree?"
The girls smiled at each other. They had more in common than simply physiognomy. Despite their differences in wealth, they might have been friends had they known each other except as waitress and customer. Both were open and forthright and both thought Rick was making a fool of himself acting like a grown-up gigolo.
"Yes, I agree," Jenny said. "He's not only stupid if he doesn't go back to school, he's a damn fool."
"What do you two care," Rick asked, "what I do?"
Jane said, "We like you." She looked at jenny and changed it to, "At least I do. Or did. I'm a waitress and I'll be one for a long time, but you've got a chance to do something else and if I were you I'd take it. Don't take the easy way out."
Rick looked at jenny, but he had little hope that she would help him.
"She's right," Jenny said. "If you stay with what you're doing, keep pretending that you like it, you're a damn fool."
Rick wanted to tell them that he was almost ready to agree with them, that he didn't care about the money he was paid for letting Mrs. Simpson wash his balls, but the words stuck in his throat. He felt that would be almost like saying he was a virgin, had never been able to get a girl.
He looked at Jane and jenny and wanted to be able to kiss them from their eyes to their knees. If anything, Jenny's breasts were even nicer than Jane's. Probably the result of better nutrition when she was a child. Their bodies curved out at the hips, slanted down toward that fine mysterious place between their legs.
Jenny suddenly got tired of talking to her great-aunt's gigolo. "Oh hell," she said in her upper-crust accent, dismissing Rick's foibles as so much child play. "Jane, why should we give a damn whatever the hell he wants to do. It's his life to screw up. Come on." She took Jane by the arm. "Let's get acquainted."
Rick knew his chances by now of getting into jenny's pants were nil. He did feel that he had a small chance of getting into Jane's, so he said, "Jane, when you're ready to go I'd like a ride back to town."
Jane stopped moving away. She came back to stand in front of him. "I'll loan you a dime, if you need one. Maybe you can call Mrs. Cruise. Maybe she would like to give you a ride. Or is it Mrs. Simpson's turn tonight? Or somebody else's? Call them, Rick, not me." She walked away, arm in arm with jenny.
Jenny smiled back over her shoulder as only the rich can smile. "Tell Auntie hello for me, won't you, Rick? I'd appreciate it."
Rick stood fuming with anger as he watched them walk away.
He watched Jane's ass and imagined it naked again. He thought of calling after her and reminding her that one of her fits was smaller than the other, but he stopped himself when he realized that even he wasn't that much of a heel. Jane seemed to have gotten over her hang-up, so much so that she now felt strong enough to tell Rick Temple, famous lover, to go to hell.
And he watched Jenny Roman, the rich heiress, and tried mentally to strip her but she stubbornly kept her clothes on and he could only imagine her laughing at him as he struggled vainly with her buttons.
He imagined also Mrs. Witherdine, Auntie herself, fidgeting impatiently as she awaited his arrival. Well, he just wasn't going tonight. He wanted something young, something that would remind him that he himself was only twenty, and he went looking for it.
He saw Shawn Cruise on the edge of the party. Shawn was drinking beer and seemed morose and unhappy. Rick said to hell with him. He got himself another beer and it tasted even better than the first one had. He relaxed more, now that he had given up the idea of trying to force his way into Jane's panties. Instead of making him unhappy, it only freed him to make his way through the crush of young people, talk to this. girl or that one, and try to find one who would do all he wanted for tonight and would forget him in the morning.
He didn't have to look far.
Her name was Emma Buck. She was about seventeen, and her small frame made her seem frail but she stood well in her middie-blouse and jeans and smoked a cigarette as if she had been doing it for a year at least so Rick was confident he wasn't getting a virgin. He hoped she wasn't a virgin. He thought he was tired of virgins. They hoped for so much, and expected so much more. Emma's jeans came only part way up in front and her smooth stomach was exposed with its solitary eye of a belly button.
She had just finished high school, she said. She was going to the University of Rhode Island in the fall. This was her last summer of playing around, she explained, because come September she had to get serious, buckle down, study hard, and be a success. But until then she wanted to have fun. , "You look like you're built kind of nice," she said, looking at Rick's frame, at the bulge in his tight pants. "Do you have plans for the rest of the night?"
"No." He took her by the arm and led her toward the door. "But I do have plans for right now."
She laughed. "Good. So do I."
Holding hands and laughing, they walked outside and down a path that led toward the small inlet from the bay. They stopped finally when they were away from the house, near a pile of driftwood.
Rick turned her to him in the dark and brought his lips down across her cool forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, and at last to her mouth. She met him with parted lips and a tongue eager for his.
They could hear music from the house, distant and faraway. Occasionally cars passed over the highway bridge at the head of the inlet.
Rick's hands passed down her back, hovered for a moment where her ass began to swell, then he cupped her cheeks and pulled her to him. He: pressed his hardening cock against her crotch and she wriggled against him.
"Oh, I love it," she whispered into his mouth. "I love it.
Her breath was warm and moist, sweet, and she covered his mouth and cheeks with kisses and nibbles.
There were enough stars and a small crescent of a moon overhead that when Rick brought his hands from her ass to open her shirt he could see that her breasts were pointed, did not rise in soft maidenly curves but came almost to direct points and the nipples hid soft and invisible within their large brown circles. He kissed her neck, his hands again on her ass. He bent over and sucked her left breast into his mouth. The nipple rose fast and hard against the thrusting of his tongue. He caught it between his teeth and nipped very gently, then moved his lips across her chest to her other tit and brought its nipple also to a stand.
Emma did not bother, with Rick's shirt. Her hands slipped the end of his belt through the loops and expertly unhooked it. She touched his hard penis through his pants, squeezed it, passed her hands along its length. She unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down and pushed both her hands around his hips to ease his pants toward the sand.
Still holding her ass and kissing her tits, Rick tried to ease Emma down to the ground.
She resisted, but hooked her thumbs in the elastic band of his shorts and pulled them down too. Her cool hands found his cock and she held it against her bare stomach, pulling on it.
Her jeans were held up only by a short row of buttons in front and would have opened as easily as a box of popcorn, but when Rick tried to unbutton the first one she moved her body away. She brought her hand back to cradle his balls in their tight sack.
"You don't think I'm going to fuck here in this sand," she said.
Rick felt a little silly with his pants around his ankles, but her hands on his balls comforted him. "I did have that in mind," he said.
She brought both hands out the length of his prick. "You have a fine cock, it's very hard, isn't it?"
"Listen, Emma, you don't know how hard it can get. You've got fine tits, and I love the way the nipples come up hard when I kiss them. I love your belly button and the way your stomach is hard and tight and I'll bet your cunt is ready, I'll bet it's sweating right now for my cock, you could spread your legs and I could slip right inside you without the slightest problem."
"I know that's true," she whispered. She seemed to want to lean against him again, to thrust her hips against his, but she hesitated. She touched herself between her legs. "You know I'm ready. You know I'm wet for you."
She kneeled at his feet. "I don't want sand in my cunt. I'm simply not going to fuck out here in this sand." She held his cock with her fingers and kissed its tip, licked quickly across the tender underside.
He lifted her up. He didn't want a quick blow job like the kid inside the house. He wanted to fuck. Desperately. "Let's go inside then." He kissed her mouth.
"Hey, hey, big cock. Don't get in a hurry. I'll take you somewhere tonight that will blow your mind. You willing?"
Rick put her hand back on his dick. "You feel that and you know damn well I'm willing."
"Hey, you really want to go. I hoped you would as soon as I saw you at the party. You'd be good, I think. You look like you're all right in bed. Are you?"
"Let's try it, then you tell me."
"Okay. There'll be four, counting you. I won't tell you where we're going, but you'll get enough fucking to last at least until morning. And they pay ten bucks, okay?"
Rick smiled at the thought of fucking for ten dollars. "Who pays?"
"We do it in a room by ourselves, the four of us, and the mistress of the house watches with her boyfriend through a one-way mirror. You still willing? It's ten bucks."
Rick smiled again. He had made over a hundred just for letting Mrs. Moorhead kiss his ass while he stood on his head. "Just one thing," he said, having a sudden fear that he would be led to a secret chamber in Mrs. Witherdine's house and she would burst through the one-way mirror and cut off his balls when she saw him with Emma, "where is the house?"
"Fisherman's Walk."
He relaxed. That was even more exclusive than Mrs. Witherdine's house. "Sure, I'll go." He put his hand between her legs and felt dampness through her jeans.
She quickly knelt again with her mouth forming the timeless O and slipped the round, engorged head into her warm cunt of .a mouth. To Rick's surprise, she swallowed nearly the entire length of it, her lips nibbling along the hard shaft, her tongue pressing against the underside, her mouth sucking at it all.
And just as suddenly she slid her mouth away, his prick bounding up when released.
"Let's go then," she said. "I'm horny enough to jack off."
Rick was more than ready. He shook the sand out of his pants and pulled them up again, tucking his erection down his pants leg. He followed Emma inside, his eyes feasting on the tight globes of her ass as she walked, his imagination running riot at the idea of fucking a young girl again. It was almost as if he had had a glimpse of life at sixty, but had suddenly been reborn.