Chapter 12
Jeffs mind was still churning. ineffectively the next morning when he got up. Get it together, man, he told himself as he sat on the patio and drank his coffee.
Anna. What about Anna? That was the real question that he was dodging. His feelings were jumbled, just like his thoughts. Certainly he and Anna had loved each other back in New Mexico. But since coming down here she had changed. Had his feelings for her changed, too? What was it that Cal said last night? Some people can't seem to stay on an even keel when they immerse themselves in another world.
He got up and went back in the house for more coffee. In the corner of the kitchen on a counter he sighted the ribbon that Concha used to tie her hair back at the nape of her neck when she was working. A surge of excitement went through his groin, causing his limp cock to raise a bit. He rubbed his hand over his crotch and whistled softly. The head of his cock was sensitive from the tight chafing it had received the day before, but he was eager for more.
Yeah! What about Anna? He got his coffee and went back outside, but his mental fuzziness irritated him. Maybe work would help. Even working, though, his mind kept shifting back and forth between the two girls. Reason, man, use your reason, he told himself. In a few years Concha will look like all the rest of these barrel-shaped women with only her beautiful eyes to remind herself, when she looks in a mirror, of what she once was-a gorgeously-contoured young woman with the latent passion of a smouldering volcano.
But would Anna become herself again? He hadn't argued with Cal's determined statement that he and Ada would send her home at once.
Ah, screw it! He forced his attention to the work in front of him, and actually managed to lose himself in it.
The three came around the side of the house, noiseless in the grass. "Jeff!"
Jeff dropped his brush and pad and stood up. Part of his mind registered the noon position of the sun and wondered at the swift passage of time; the other part focused on Anna. She stood a few feet away looking at him, while Cal and Ada drifted quietly to one side of the patio.
"I'm sorry, Jeff," she said simply. "Terribly sorry." Her torn shirt and jeans had been washed for her during the night while she slept, and she had bathed long and carefully this morning, combing her mane of walnut-brown hair back in its customary ponytail. But her face was washed out, chalky pale, and her eyes were dull and red-rimmed.
She bit her lips and moved a hesitant step nearer. "I don't know what went wrong, honey. Something just blew my mind and I went ape. I'm leaving now, to go back and try to get my head together." She looked down at her battered sandals, then wheeled suddenly and went inside to get her suitcase.
"Coffee?" Jeff asked Ada and Cal who stood on the edge of the patio, looking out across the lake. What the hell did they expect him to do? Throw his arms around the girl and beg her not to go? He wasn't even sure he wanted her any more. Something that had held them together unobtrusively but certainly, some intangible bond-a rapport, rather-was gone now, ruptured, perhaps forever. He didn't know. He simply didn't know.
"No thanks." Cal half-turned toward him to nod his head, then looked over the lake again.
In a few moments Anna returned. Without setting down the suitcase she carried, she looked at Jeff again. "I'm all mixed up, Jeff," she said. "I feel sure I still love you as much as ever, but I know you might want to drop the whole thing." Carefully she kept back her tears and her face remained calm. "I'll be around when you get back home. If you want me, call me."
Without another word she turned and walked quickly away, followed by Ada and Cal. They turned the corner of the house and disappeared from sight.
Jeff stood a long time staring at emptiness. He had to stay in the casa for another three weeks at least, until Val and Donna returned. Maybe in that time he could begin to work out some sort of decision, work out his own thoughts and desires.
He let out a deep, long-held breath and shook his head to clear it. The watercolor on the table couldn't pull back his attention. He needed to forget the whole mess for awhile and let things follow their normal course. Muttering a curse he walked off the patio and strolled around the side of the house.
Then he glimpsed a flash of sunlight on the burnished smooth ebony of Concha's hair and the girl came through the gate, a happy smile of anticipation on her luscious lips and a fervent promise in her eyes. A load lifted from his spirit and he hurried toward her.
"Jeff!" Her arms went about him and her face pressed against his chest while her loins thrust against his.
He squeezed her hard for a moment before tipping her chin up to kiss her inviting lips. Finally she backed away from him, laughing breathlessly. She had felt something prodding at her impatiently. Looking down, her laugh became a grin of lascivious delight. She looked back up at him, then slipped her arm about his waist and led him toward the house.
His own arm went about her shoulder, then downward and his hand slipped under her armpit to cover and squeeze a firm young tit
"Hurry, darling," she said huskily. "I want you so much."
Jeff smiled. Whatever the future held for him and Anna, he had three weeks before him of indescribable bliss in the torrid embrace of Concha.