Chapter 8

Teddy knew nothing but the moment. When he pressed against her body she gasped in sudden pain. But there was also ecstasy, and in this she lifted herself to meet him. She thought he'd never stop. But when he became a part of her there was contentment, and she held him there with her legs curling about his, moving just enough to gain maximum pleasure from their union.

Conway forgot all thought of fear as he moved to the girl. She was fresh and new, and her body clung to him unlike anything he'd ever known.

There was a moment of peace, and in this Teddy opened her eyes and looked up at the man above her, feeling her labored breathing press her breasts deep into his chest. "That's lovely," she murmured. "Give me everything. I love you."

And then she cried out in passion and wiggled and pressed at him with all her strength, seeking more, wanting more, demanding more.

It was the beginning, and before it was finished the two naked figures on the bed had become dedicated to the ritual of sex. Her hips followed his until they became a blur of motion.

But even this wasn't enough for the young girl. She wanted everything, anything he had to offer. She offered him a breast and he took it, drawing at it while he fought to give pleasure.

There came a time when Conway wondered if this girl would ever peak. His muscles ached from pounding at her. Sweat blurred his vision. His control was on the verge of being lost.

And then she pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him. It was a devil's kiss, unlike any he'd ever had, trading air into each other's lungs, her jaws wide until she could almost swallow him, the tongue down his throat.

"Now," she hissed. "I'm there." Her body stiffened, giving emphasis to her panting statement.

It was all Conway needed. He lost his control and they peaked together.

Teddy laid her head back on the bed and moaned at the wonder of what was happening within her.

Conway was gasping for air as he finished the girl. She looked up at him briefly, a fog over her eyes, then collapsed onto the bed in a contented sleep.

Conway joined her. Had he ever been so tired?

An hour later Conway was back in the living room smoking a cigarette, reliving the experience he'd just had. Every muscle in his body ached, but he didn't mind. He'd never forget. He and Teddy were going to get along fine. She was the kind of mistress that any man would be proud to have.

Of course she'd probably want to get married. That was standard procedure with dames. But he knew if he stalled her off long enough she'd get hooked on his body and drop the idea.

Wasn't that the way he'd worked with Margo? Conway smiled and leaned back in 'his chair, fingering his cigarette. In a way it was lucky that Teddy had come along, Conway reflected. If she hadn't he might have been stuck with Margo. Now he'd have some fresh material to go with his forty grand instead of used merchandise.

Conway was pleased with Conway. Everything was working out just fine.

He glanced nervously at his watch. It was almost eleven. He hoped Margo had meant it when she'd said she'd be home in the afternoon. He was living dangerously.

Conway heard the shower and knew that Teddy was up. Realizing that she'd probably want some fresh coffee, he went into the kitchen and put some on the stove. When he returned the young girl was standing in front of the hall mirror, combing her long, luxuriant hair. She'd put on the skirt, nothing else. Her bare breasts rose and fell with the motion of her arm.

"Hi," she said, smiling, looking at him through the mirror as he approached.

Conway put his arm around her, cupping one of her fullnesses, pulling her against him. Her skin was damp and warm. "Hi yourself. How do you feel?"

She nuzzled his cheek with her lips. "Wonderful," she sighed. "I'm warm and contented like a cow."

Conway chuckled as he hefted a breast from beneath, testing the weight.

Teddy continued combing her hair. "You can kiss me if you'd like."

"You're asking for trouble."

Teddy smiled. "Perhaps I like the kind of trouble you give me. You make me feel all woman."

Conway had thought he was too exhausted for any more sex today. Now, the way she was talking, he wasn't so sure. He could feel himself tingling again. "Believe me," he grunted, kneading her breast, "you are all woman."

"I'm glad," Teddy said. "I want the man I love to feel that way."

"Why'd you get dressed?" Conway complained.

Teddy put her comb down and turned around. "I'm not dressed. I'm covered. I'd feel strange walking around here in the nude. Suppose someone should walk in?"

"You aren't exactly Mother Hubbard above the waist," Conway reminded her.

Teddy made a face and ran her lips lightly over his. "A woman's breasts are considered public property. The rest of her belongs to her man."

It was the first time Conway had heard that philosophy. "What's beneath the skirt?" he persisted.

She lifted the material to her waist. "Me," she said softly.

Looking at her display Conway wondered how come it'd gotten so hot in the apartment all of a sudden. He could see beads of moisture still gathered on her from her recent shower. He reached out to touch her but she danced nimbly away, laughing.

"Not now," she smiled. "Let me enjoy you for a while." She sat on the couch, demurely tucking her skirt between her legs. "Can I have some coffee?" she asked.

Conway didn't press the issue of sex. He wasn't at all sure he could give her another jolt quite so soon. And he didn't want to begin anything he couldn't finish. He handed her a cup. "You sure aren't the girl I brought up here last night," he said.

"You're right," Teddy agreed. "I love and I've been loved. I have a future, and I'm terribly happy."

"What's the future?"

"You. We're going to be married."

"You're awfully sure of yourself."

Teddy nodded, balancing the edge of the saucer on the swell of her breast. "I am," she admitted. "You couldn't have thrilled me like that if you hadn't loved me. You would have been more concerned for yourself."

Conway was amazed at her naivete. He'd never worried in his life about women. Most of them wanted to go all the way anyhow. Still, Conway wasn't about to disillusion the young girl. She could think any way she wanted as long as she continued giving it to him.

"You do love me?" Teddy asked. There was sudden concern in her expression.

"Hell yes," Conway answered quickly.

"It's funny," Teddy said, smiling again. "I don't even know anything about you."

"There isn't much to tell," Conway admitted. "I'm just an average guy. My parents weren't much better than yours."

"Weren't?"

"Dad died an alcoholic. I don't know where my mother is. I ran away when I was old enough to earn a living."

"We are alike in many ways," Teddy murmured.

Once Conway got to talking he couldn't stop. He went on for the better part of an hour, telling her about himself, soft-pedaling the rough stuff, playing the angles so that she'd feel sorry for him.

It must have worked, because when he'd finished her face was somber, as if she were deep in thought. "You say that this Shorty threatened to kill you if you didn't go along with him on this bank holdup?" she asked, breaking a momentary silence.

Conway nodded, fingering his cigarette. "That's right. I really didn't have any choice."

"Did you tell the police this?"

"I did, hut you know how police are."

"I know," Teddy agreed. "I grew up in the same place you did. They only want to pinch apples and girls. But what about die money?"

"Shorty tossed it in the car before he died. I hid it."

"You are going to give it back, aren't you?"

The directness of her question threw Conway off balance. "I haven't made up my mind," he lied.

Teddy left her chair and sat beside him. "You've got to," she said softly. "It's only honest thing to do."

"We'll see," Conway stalled. "I want more time to think on it."

"And I don't want you going back to prison," Teddy said soberly. Tears welled in her eyes. "I'd die if I lost you now."

This kid was really hooked on him, Conway reflected, please with his success. He reached out to touch her breast, but she pushed his hand away.

"Wait," she pleaded. "I've got to tell you something about myself first."

Here it came, Conway thought. She was about to let her family skeleton out of the closet. "It can't be that bad," he said aloud.

Teddy nodded and wiped tears from her eyes. "I'm not as pure as you seem to think I am," she said hesitantly.

"A boy friend?"

Teddy shook her head hopelessly. "I never saw him."

Conway had a premonition of what was coming.

Teddy continued, her words rushing over each other in her haste to get them out. "I was down at the lake the night before you and I met."

"Thinking of killing yourself."

"Yes." Her voice was but a whisper. "When I started to leave, this man came at me from the bushes." She trembled. "It was horrible. He pulled my sweater over my head and dragged me into a dark place and raped me."

Conway struggled to keep the amusement he felt at the confession from showing in his eyes. "All the way?"

"Yes," she said slowly. "Completely and absolutely. I was a virgin before that night."

Conway drew her to him and held her tightly. She was shaking. "You poor kid," he sympathized, hoping the words didn't sound too trite. There was something he had to know. "Did you report it to the police?"

Teddy shook her head. "I was too ashamed. Besides, they might have asked me what I was doing down there alone."

Conway felt relief. Now he knew why he'd seen nothing about it in the papers. Out loud he said, "Forget it. I'm no angel either."

Teddy looked up at him. Her eyes glistened with tears. "You really aren't mad at me?"

"Hell no," Conway soothed. "Now dry those eyes and put on some clothes."

"So soon?" She seemed disappointed.

Conway glanced at his watch. "Margo said she'd be back this afternoon. The least we can do is to greet her dressed."

Teddy got to her feet reluctantly. "She'll know what's been going on."

"You don't seem to care."

"I don't," Teddy admitted. "You may have been hers before, but you're mine now. I wouldn't mind if she walked in and found us on the floor."

"I'm not so sure that she'd appreciate your sense of humor," Conway grunted.

Teddy leaned down and kissed him on the top of his head. Her breasts swung forward, brushing his face. "You never did kiss me," she reminded him.

Conway stared at a nipple in front of him. It was smooth and unused, pink and enticing. He stuck out his tongue and teased it, watching it tremble.

"I like that," Teddy said softly from somewhere above him. "It makes me weak all over." She moved gently until the fullness brushed back and forth across his face like a pendulum. "It's so different when you've had a man. You no longer want to be modest. You want to let him use everything you own."

Conway looked up at her. His chin leaned against the breastbone, her fullnesses now on each side of his face. "Everything?" he questioned.

"Of course everything," Teddy agreed. "I have no secrets from you. I'm still burning." She knelt in front of him and laid her head in his lap. "Do it to me again, darling," she pleaded.

Conway felt the beginning of fresh passions, passions he wasn't sure he could complete. And of course there was the time. Damn the time. If there was only more of it. "We'd better wait," he said regretfully.

Teddy didn't hear him. She turned and looked at him. There was something wonderful about a man. He was at the same time beautiful and ugly.

Conway watched, fascinated, as the young girl tugged at his clothing. Her hands probed, found him, and he no longer cared what time it was. "Don't do that," he warned her, his voice husky. "Things will happen."

Teddy leaned and caressed him, her fingers fondling, probing, possessing, never ceasing in their activity until she'd almost driven him crazy.

Finally she looked up at him. There was a strange expression in her eyes. "I feel sinful," she said softly. "I feel as wicked as all of the women who have ever lived."

And with that she scurried to her feet and began an impromptu dance to an invisible beat. Her breasts bobbled in furious motion. She raised them toward him, dropped them, pinched them, let the full flesh slap against her body. She came closer, her hips working with a pagan motion, lifting her skirt, pulling him closer, drop ping the cloth over his head and trapping him against her body.

Conway nearly exploded with pleasure as she ground his head against her stomach, pushed it further down until his lips were against the smoothness of her thighs. The girl moaned contentment as he kissed her. "I like that," she panted. "More."

Conway willingly gave her more.

Together they lost their balance and went tumbling onto the hard floor, Teddy above him, her eyes glazed as she stared down at him. "It's wonderful," she cried. "You're wonderful." She ran her hand down his stomach and again touched him. "You're ready for me."

At this point Conway realized that she'd spoken the understatement of the week.

Teddy stood up, straddling him with her feet. She stripped off the skirt and stood there naked, a half smile on her face as she looked down at him. Her heavy breathing seemed to push her breasts out half a mile. "Touch me," she commanded.

Conway reached up. He laid his hand on her knee and moved it upward, sliding it along the smoothness of the thigh. His hand closed over her, and she bore her weight downward to gain more feeling.

Now she collapsed to the floor and lay beside him, her bosom a mountain of heaving flesh. Teddy turned her face to his. She smiled. "I want to watch."

Conway knelt above her and felt her fingers guide him. Once there she drew her legs against her breasts.

Teddy watched intently what was being done to her, watching the man. This time there was no pain, only the pleasure of a thousand stars descending in her head.

And when they were together, the couple on the floor became animal, clawing at each other to reach the maximum of feeling.

This time it was over quickly. Teddy screamed aloud when he exploded, writhing on the floor is the the ecstasy of what had happened between them.

Minutes later she opened her eyes and smiled at the man whose head was resting on her breast. A nipple nuzzled his ear. "Now I'll get dressed," she said, smiling. "But I won't wear any pants."

Conway licked the available tip of breast. "You never get enough, do you?"

"Never." Her eyes drifted away from him and suddenly they widened, and her face went the color of chalk.

It was no wonder. Margo was standing in the doorway looking down at them.