Chapter 3
As Selina mounted the stairs to her West Hartford ranch house she was seized by pangs of fear and guilt What if John was already home. What if he asked her where she was coming from. John was just like a pro-securing attorney when he asked questions. He kept pushing. He kept goading. He was never satisfied until he got the truth.
What if he asked her where she was? What if he would ask here where she had spent the afternoon? What could she say? It was already past seven. He would certainly be suspicious.
Selina felt like crying. What would happen to her if John found out about her affair with Wendell. Most certainly he would divorce her. In fact, there was no question about that in her mind. After the way she had been treating him, refusing him access to her bed for over four months she couldn't blame him. She couldn't blame him if he divorced her. No, she couldn't blame him at all.
Selina took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. Once. Twice. Again and again she rang it. There was no answer. That could only mean one thing, he wasn't home yet. That seemed strange. John always came home at six thirty sharp. She reached into her purse and found the keys.
Sighing a breath of relief she pushed open the heavy oak door, stepping into the dark hallway. She was certainly glad that John wasn't home. He probably stopped into a bar with a couple of friends for a drink. Sure, that's why he was late. Just having some drinks.
Still that was not like John at all. He was always very prompt In fact thinking back, she couldn't remember a single time when he'd come home later than seven. Not a single instance. And now it was almost a quarter to eight
Kicking off her shoes Selina padded to the upstairs bedroom to remove her French garter belt. She always wiggled out of it in relief, before taking off her dress. She hung the dress, unfastened the hooks on her brassiere, placing it neatly beside the dress, then stood nude and cool for a moment staring at the rack of clothes. She selected the dark blue silk lounging slacks, and a matching see through blouse. Wouldn't John be surprised when he saw her? He loved her breasts. He loved to look at them. He loved to kiss them, and put his mouth around them. She had denied that pleasure to him for a long time. But now she would change that. She would change her whole attitude toward him. She'd treat him good. From now on she would let him sleep with her. She would let him have his rights over her body. So what if he didn't satisfy her? With time he would learn. All he needs is a little more time.
Walking down to the kitchen Selina felt a tingle of sensuality, as the sleek fabric of the blouse rubbed against her nipples. All of a sudden she was in flames once again. She was in the mood for some sex. It was an overwhelming desire, like the rush of a hurricane that engulfed her.
All of a sudden she was thinking of Wendell once again. She saw his face in front of her and his hard muscular body pressing against her yielding flesh. He was so delicious, his face rugged and unflinching. What was it about Wendell that was so appealing? Selina couldn't quite place it but she knew she was trapped by him. She was his, to do with as he pleased. He could satisfy the lust in her body. He could stop that crazy itching in her vagina. He could make the whole world go away. He could make her lose herself, and forget about everything.
There had only been one other man who had been like that. Of all the men she had been with, and there were quite a few, in spite of what she had told John, there was only one other who had made her feel what it was to be a woman. Only one other.
Selina thought back, to when she was still a young girl of fourteen She remembered Pedro. He was seventeen, and he was a next door neighbor. He had never really taken any kind of interest in her but now as she was beginning to develop and mature things were changing.
Her breasts were beginning to grow large and her awkward gangly body was beginning to fill out with the curves of womanhood. Selina was aware of the change that was beginning to take place inside of her and she was proud and at the same time a little embarrassed. She wasn't sure how she could cope with her desires. She satisfied the longing in her vagina with masturbation. It was a habit which her girlfriend, Anna, had taught her.
"At night I do it," Anna had said. "If I don't do it I can't fall asleep."
Anna had told Selina to stick her finger into her pubis and to rub vigorously.
"You have to keep rubbing until you come. It's the best feeling in the world to climax. There isn't anything quite like it in the whole world."
Selina had first discovered the pleasures of masturbation when she was thirteen years old, and it had been her constant companion. After the first time, it was a hard habit to break.
But still, if masturbation was good, then how much better would it be to ball with a guy? How much better would it be to feel his firm erection as it pierced the outer folds of her vagina. It would be like heaven itself. It would be the most delicious thing in the whole world. It would provide her with the greatest amount of satisfaction.
Sitting on the steps of her house Selina brooded and wished the boys would start talking to her. She was now fourteen, almost fifteen. She sat there watching as they kicked the soccer ball around in the dusty, cobble stoned streets and she wished one of them would approach her. She saw their sleek dark bodies, glistening with sweat and shimmering in the sun, and she was filled with a longing which swept through her vitals. Just to touch a man's testicles. Just to place her mouth on his penis. That would be the greatest pleasure in the world.
But for some reason none of the boys seemed to take any kind of interest in her. They were indifferent to her. They didn't even answer her when she spoke to them. They didn't want their friends to think they were sissies.
Selina got up from the steps and started walking to the plaza to get a loaf of bread for her mother. And, suddenly, out of nowhere Pedro appeared. He spoke to her a little and walked around with her that morning.
"Let's go to the park together," he suggested.
"But I have some bread to bring home," said Selina, a little nervous.
"Then after," he said.
"All right"
In the park, with nobody looking, Pedro took Selina's hand, leading her off the pathway into the bushes. Selina didn't resist, her insides were tingling with anticipation. She knew what he would do. She had heard her older sisters talk about their boyfriends.
"They take you by the hand very gently," one of them had said, smirking, "and before you know, he's got his pants open and he's ready to fuck you. All these guys are interested in is getting laid."
Selina was ready when Pedro pulled her close to him. His hands slid down her back and onto her buttocks, as he kissed her hard on the mouth, sticking his tongue into her. Selina could feel herself getting wet on the insides. She was wetting right through her bloomers. She wondered if the stain would show on her dress.
Pedro's hand slowly slid between her legs. He began rubbing her buttocks and her white hot thighs.
"No ..." she protested, as he began to undress her. He was unbuttoning the back of her blue print, and already his fingers were fumbling with her brassiere.
"No ..." Selina said again. "Someone will see us. They'll think I'm a tramp if they catch us."
"Don't worry," Pedro said reassuringly. "Just put your hands right over here and feel it. Doesn't it feel good? Your friend, Anna, liked it. She said that you would also like it Just trust me. Soon you will be able to hold it and kiss it. Isn't that what you want?"
"Uh-huh," Selina nodded.
"That's my girl," said Pedro, kissing her shoulders, and the nape of her white neck, as he removed the cotton dress, folding it neatly and hanging it on the branch of a nearby tree. Selina now stood in her bra and bloomers in full view of Pedro. She didn't even feel ashamed. Not in the least bit. She only felt the lust of her body. She hungered for satisfaction. She wanted to bury herself in his arms. There she knew she would find the pleasure she sought There she would find the Garden of Eden. Inside of Pedro's trousers was a delicious snake. He was the forbidden fruit. He was what she had sought and longed for. Soon she would taste him. Soon she would eat him and feel satisfaction in her belly.
Pedro stared at Selina incredulously. He had always thought of her as his little sister. He had never taken her seriously. It was only at Anna's insistence that he had taken her to the park at all. Anna had told him that she was lonely and she was feeling badly that none of the boys were taking an interest in her. Pedro felt sorry for Selina and it was out of pity that he had taken an interest in her.
But now, as he stood gaping at her smooth white body, he was amazed. He hadn't realized how beautiful she was. She was like a pearl, lost on a sandy beach. He had always passed her by. And now, staring at her, he realized what he had been missing. She was a treasure of a girl.
"You're all wet," he said, staring at her bloomers.
"I'm always like that," she answered. "Just seeing a boy makes me go crazy. Just being touched arouses me. I'm very easily aroused. And my pussy always gets wet I can't help it I guess it's just my nature."
Pedro unstrapped Selina's brassiere, caressing her small budding breasts with his experienced hands. He had been with many girls before. Though he was only seventeen he had already tasted the pleasures of life. He had already made love to a great many women. He knew the secrets of their bodies-what they liked. He knew where they liked to be touched. He knew where they liked to be stroked. He knew what would satisfy them.
"Tell me," said Selina nervously, as Pedro's hands slid into her bloomers, squeezing her trembling buttocks, "tell me if all girls are like me. Are they all so easy to seduce? Am I the easiest one? Am I a tramp just like my sisters? Is that why I can't wait for you to stick it inside of me? Is that the reason I want to pull down your pants and suck your cock? Am I a whore?"
Pedro kept silent, not saying anything. He knew better. He knew that it would be suicide to say anything. All women had the same doubts the first time. If he had a peso for every time he had heard the same thing from a young girl then he would be a very rich man.
Instead Pedro pulled down Selina's bloomers, lifting her in his powerful arms, smothering her in a deluge of kisses. Hot exciting kisses. All planted in the right place. A kiss for her lips. Then all around her face, on her eyes, and cheeks, and temples. She wriggled and squirmed in his arms, nuzzling closer and closer to him, as his mouth descended across her body.
A girl's developing breasts are a very sensitive area. Pedro spent a lot of time there, laving her nipples with his adroit tongue.
"Augghhh ..." she cooed, closing her eyes.
Pedro was satisfied with himself. Everything was proceeding just right. Slowly his mouth descended across her stomach and down to her young voluptuous tummy. He stared at her belly button and inserted his tongue into it, licking and kissing all around it He could feel his throbbing pulse matching hers. Her heart was beating nervously, excitedly. He could hear it as he placed her on the ground.
Selina's body was as white as alabaster, and just as perfect. It was the most beautiful body in the world. A treasure. A thing of rare beauty.
Pedro's mouth descended on the girl's private areas. His mouth was on the crisp triangle of pubic hair which lay beneath her belly button. He kissed it very gently, very carefully, like an expert surgeon preparing a patient for an important operation. Nothing must go wrong. Nothing would go wrong. Just as long as he followed the correct procedure. Selina was a nymphet a baby filly, young. She would need all the care that he could muster. He would have to be patient with her. She was only fifteen and this was her first time. Just one slip and he would botch the whole job.
Pedro spread the girl's legs carefully, burrowing his head between her legs. He knew that he would have to eat her. He had to loosen her up. There's nothing worse than a girl that's too tight. It can spoil the whole thing.
Before he slipped his cock inside of her he had to be sure that everything was ready. Just the slightest mistake, the slightest miscalculation and he would be out of luck. Pedro knew that and that's why he was so careful, so cautious.
His tongue licked Selina's young, delicious vagina. He licked and kissed the sweet meat of her vagina. Slowly his tongue made penetration. He was inside of her, licking the warm sour tasting cavern. It was like heaven itself. No, it was better than anything he had ever experienced. There could be no comparison to anything. A girl's young body is in a category all by itself, nothing can compare to it Not even heaven itself. Of that Pedro was certain. There was no doubt in his mind.
"I'm ready," Selina whispered.
She couldn't stand it any longer. The boy was tormenting her. Her body was taut and ready to explode, just like a bomb. She wanted to feel his cock inside of her. It was time. The time for appetizers was finished. Selina was ready for the main course. And what a delicious main course it was. Young cock meat, seasoned just right.
Selina winced as Pedro dropped his trousers. She almost screamed when she felt him make the penetration. Her body tightened, gyrating like a wooden top. She breathed in deeply, gasping for air, as she felt the explosion of orgiastic delight mount on her insides. Her clitoris was throbbing, bouncing up and down like a rubber ball. The sweet meat of her labia tingled with sensation, as Pedro's penis slid back and forth inside her.
The exhilarating friction, wrapped itself around her, budding for the moment of final orgasm. Then finally it came. He was shooting off inside of her while her insides were caught in the cataclysm of convulsion. Tremors shook across her body. It was beautiful. It was the most beautiful thing which she had ever experienced. She kissed Pedro's wet penis in appreciation.
But that was so long ago. Though Selina was still a relatively young woman, it seemed like an eon had passed since her childhood. Pedro, her boyfriend and lover had left her, though they were supposed to get married. He had a dream.
"I don't want to be stuck here," he used to say, "like my papa. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in Madrid, picking up nickels and dimes from the American tourists. I want to make something of myself. One day I go to America and I, too, will make something of myself. You'll see. I will be rich."
To Selina this had all been the talk of a young boy trying to impress his girlfriend. Selina never thought he would go.
One day she found a note under her door. He had left.
After Pedro's departure things moved fast There was the courtship, marriage, and the house in West Hartford. Selina wondered where the time all went Just a little while ago she had been a silly young girl, playing with toys, and doing all sorts of nasty baby things. Now she was all grown up, with a husband, and she was still playing games.
Only she wasn't playing children's games any more. She had graduated from dolls. Now she was playing "Adultery." A very tricky, dangerous game. And for a lover she had chosen her husband's brother. That almost smacked of incest.
Selina was wrapped up in her own thought and she hadn't seen the time fly. But it was already nine thirty. John still wasn't home. She was worried. What could have happened to him. Surely he would have called if it was extra office work that was keeping him.
Thousands of things flashed through her head. Maybe he was hurt. A car accident. John was such a fast driver. He might be crippled, lying delirious in some hospital ward. Thousands of possibilities flashed through her mind. She was terrified.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. It was John, her husband. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"Where have you been," she asked, taking his hat.
John stared at her, a twisted smile creeping across his face.
"You're a fine one to ask questions," he roared. "Why don't you tell me where you have been?"
"What do you mean?" whispered Selina. She was as pale as a sheet.
"Lying won't help you," he said. "I know about everything. I've just had a very long chat with my brother Wendell."