Chapter 4
Everything had been beautiful, perfect ... Gil and I had spent the weekend together. Most of the time we spent in bed ... and most of the time we spent loving ... spent it in each other's arms.
But then, as if by some predestined plan that neither of us had any control over, things started to happen ... things I didn't understand. Things that started me wondering again, about what I was doing.
It was Monday morning when the phone rang. I was exhausted. Gil and I had been up until all hours of the morning making love, and he'd awakened me only a short time before and we made love again.
The phone jangled my nerves and I stumbled out of bed, glancing at the clock on the night-table. It was eight-forty. Who could possibly be calling at this time, I wondered.
I picked up the phone and I guess my anger was evident.
"Hello!" I snapped.
"Hi!" The voice was happy; cheerful.
The voice was Linda's.
I'd forgotten about her. I had become so wrapped up in my own feelings for Gil that I had completely forgotten about Linda. For a moment I had a pang of guilt. But then, I remembered that it was Gil who had started it ... Gil who had wanted it so badly in the beginning. And, if it was over with Linda, why shouldn't I ...
"Hello?" The voice on the other end of the line cut into my thoughts. "Are you there?" she asked.
"Yes ... Yes, Linda. I'm here. I'm just a little sleepy," I said, trying to sound cheerful.
"Oh, I'm sorry I woke you. But I wanted to let you know I was driving back today. I should arrive early this afternoon."
"Great," I answered, trying to sound like I meant it. "How's your mother?" I asked, with honest concern.
"She's much better, thank you," Linda answered. "In a few days she'll be back to her old self again."
"That's good," I said.
For the first time I realized that for the whole weekend I hadn't called once to see how Linda's mother was. It dawned on me that I didn't care. Suddenly I was wracked with guilt-not because of Gil and I, but because I was so damned wrapped up in me that I didn't have enough room to care about anything or anybody else.
My mind slipped back to the time when my own mother was ill, when I had to fly back to New York during the middle of the term. Linda had called almost daily; she had even offered to fly down to New York if she could be of any help. I remembered how she'd sent flowers ... get well cards to my mother.
Frantically, I searched my mind for an excuse ... anything that would sound realistic enough for Linda to believe.
"Hey! You falling asleep on me?" she asked.
"Forgive me, Lin. I haven't been well myself," I lied. "As a matter-of-fact, I've been in bed most of this weekend," I went on.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," she answered, real concern sounding in her voice. "How're you doing now?"
"Oh, I'm all right ... As a matter of fact, I'm waking up now, and I feel great. I guess whatever it was, is gone."
"Good. When I get back we'll do something real wild."
"Sounds interesting," I giggled.
"Speaking of interesting ... " Linda went on, " ... I've been meaning to ask you something." Her voice became almost whispering, very personal; intimate. "Do you have any tiling to tell me ... "
"About what?" I asked, contused by what she had said.
"You know what I'm talking about, silly!"
"No, Lin. Honestly. I don't have any idea ... "
"Bob! Stupid ... " The line went dead.
"Oh, that ... " I sighed, with relief. "Yeah. I have plenty to tell you," I went on, "but in person. It's not conversation for the telephone."
"Gotcha!" she answered, laughing softly.
"Have you seen Gil?" Her voice was casual.
Panic set in, instantly. I couldn't speak. My throat was dry, burning.
"Are you there?" she said.
"Yes," I answered, quickly-a little two quickly. "I was getting a cigarette."
"Oh, boy ... you really are full of all kinds of new habits," she giggled, again.
"No," I lied, "I haven't seen Gil." I knew as soon as the words were out of my mouth it sounded like a lie, unrealistic.
"He called a couple of times and one night we were supposed to get together, but I had a date so we couldn't make it," I went on, compounding the lies I'd already told.
I felt like a real jerk. I had just told her that I hadn't spent any time with him and that I had spent most of the weekend in bed; that I wasn't feeling well. And then, in the next breath, I told her I couldn't see Gill because I was going out. I hoped that she didn't put two and two together.
"Oh, alright," she trailed on. "Do me a favor, will you?"
"Sure," I answered.
"I tried to call him but there hasn't been any answer. If you should see him, or if he calls, tell him I'm coming back today, will you?"
"Sure," I answered. "Oh, Rosalie ... One other thing ... "
"Yes ... "
"Tell him I love him ... " I nearly dropped the phone ... nearly fainted on the spot. "Sure. I will." I managed. "Okay, sweetheart. See you later."
"Yeah ... bye."
"So long."
I held the phone to my ear until I heard the click of the receiver. And then I slowly dropped it back into its cradle.
I stopped, dumbfounded. There were so many things I had to do; so many tracks I had to cover before Linda got back. I didn't know where to begin; what to do first.
Gil and I had spent a lot of time making love, had spent a lot of time fucking, but now that I thought about it, we spoke very little about what we were going to do, about what was going to happen when Linda returned.
Slowly I reached for the pack of cigarettes on the table and brought one to my lips, lighting it. I had to pull my head together. I had to think, so that when I woke him, I would have some plan, some scheme as to what I was going to do.
My mind was blank. I couldn't think. I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried. Nothing made sense.
The harder I tried, the more difficult it was for me to think. It seemed like everything shattered into pieces, all at once. I'd made no plans as to when this time came around. I had completely dismissed Linda from my mind; had totally forgotten that as far as she was concerned, everything was fine between Gil and herself.
Before I knew what I was doing, I found myself walking toward the bedroom, moving up to the bed and sitting gently on the side.
"Gil," I called softly, my words coming out almost a whisper. .
He didn't stir; didn't move. He looked so peaceful ... so calm, lying there like a child. I needed to feel the comfort of his arms, to hear the words of comfort from his lips.
"Gil," I called, again, letting my hands rest on his huge biceps and squeezing gently. I shook him.
"Yeah, what is it?" he called, in his sleep.
"Wake up, darling," I said.
He turned over onto his back and sat up. His eyes were half-opened, half-closed. "What's the matter?" he asked.
"Nothing, I hope," I stated frankly.
"What's wrong," he said again. "I can tell something's bothering you." He opened his arms and I willingly moved into them.
"Linda just called," I said.
It didn't seem to register, for a moment But then, his tight grip became even stronger. "You poor baby," he went on. "Did you say any tiling?"
"No. Don't worry. I wouldn't do that"
"I wasn't worried," he said and pulled me onto the bed with him.
The covers shifted as my body moved over his onto the mattress, and I could see his evident hardness, could see his prick standing straight out from his body. And I knew what was coming.,..
I wanted to say no. I wanted to talk, now. I wanted to find out what we were going to do. In a few short hours Linda would lie here and everything would have to be different.
"Gil," I started. But before I could continue, his lips were on mine, silencing the rest of my words.
His hand moved downward over the swell of my hips and he moved his body onto mine. His form ground out at mine.
Automatically my legs spread and I allowed his prick to move in between my legs.
It was sinking, quick and hard, now, to the bottom of my cunt. I was used to it I had had a whole weekend of his cock. A whole weekend of his screwing and now he moved into my body with great ease.
He was pumping away, sensuously, moving the entire length in and out of my tight pussy. He was moving on top of me, quicker, now. His arms surrounded my torso holding me tight, the coarse hairs on his chest rubbed and irritated my sensitive nipples. But, also it was stimulating them.
"Oh, baby, I love you!" he moaned.
"I love you, too. I really do, Gill. I'm so frightened."
"What are you scared of?"
"Linda."
"What can she do to us?"
"I don't want to hurt her, Gil."
"Don't worry, we won't if we play our cards right."
"What does that mean?"
"We have to be smart about this."
"I don't understand," I said. "I really don't"
"As far as Linda knows, she and I are still going together; still engaged."
"Yes, I know. That's what bugs me."
He'd stopped his screwing altogether, now, and he'd pulled his cock out of me. He was lying next to me, reaching for two cigarettes on the night table.
"Look, Rosalie, we can't just come out and tell her that while she was gone the two of us fell in love. It would kill her."
"I know, Gil. But what are we going to do?"
'We'll just pretend like nothing happened."
"What do you mean?" I said, feeling alarm rising inside of me. "You mean this is all a game and we're through?"
"No, sweetheart. Don't be silly. I don't mean that at all. I could never give you up now-not after I know you. Not after I've found out you feel the same way about me."
"Oh, Gil ... I do. I've wanted this for so long."
"Don't you worry. We have it now. Nothing's going to separate us."
"Okay. So what'll we do?"
"Like I said. When Linda comes back, we act like nothing happened. I keep going out with her ... seeing her and n
"Making love to her," I chimed in, my voice shaking.
"It has to be like this, Rosalie. Let's face it. Both of us sdll care about Linda and don't want to hurt her."
"But what about us. How do we work it?"
"We'll see each other. Don't worry about that. I'll make sure that we're together every single day and I'll let Linda down slowly. If we play our cards right, she should be able to see the logical thing that would happen would be that you and I would pick up the pieces."
"But she'll still be hurt."
"Maybe. But she'd be able to get over that. She'd be able to understand that better than this."
"You're right, Gil. You re always right. You're so smart."
"We'll just go on like nothing happened and she'll never know."
"I hope not," I said sincerely. "I wouldn't want to hurt Linda for anything in the world."
"Don't worry. We won't. But at the same time, we have to remember our own feelings. We have lo remember that you and I love each other-and that should be first and foremost"
"I hope I can do it."
"Don't worry. You'll do it," he answered with such confidence that even I felt I'd be able to.
"Now ... you and I have some unfinished business," he said, taking the cigarette from my hand and putting it into the ashtray.
He went to kiss me again, but suddenly pulled back.
"I'm sorry," he said, "excuse me for a moment." He got out of bed and moved towards the bathroom. "There's some things that can't wait," he said, chuckling.
When he returned I was smoking my cigarette again, lying there on the bed, engrossed in my problems.
"Come on, Rosalie," he said. "No more of that. Everything'll be fine. You'll see."
"I hope so," I answered.
He was back on the bed, his arms around me, his cock hard as a rock.
"I'll make you forget," he smiled. "Guarantee ... We're going to try some new tricks."
"Like what?" I asked.
"You'll see," he answered, taking my hand and leading us from the bed. , '
"Where are we going?"
"Into the bathroom."
"What for?" I asked. "A nice warm morning shower."
"Mmmmm," I answered. "Sounds dreamy."
"It's great," he said, smiling.
"Have you done it many times before?" I asked, re sorting the fact that Gil had shared these things with so many other women.
"No," he answered. "Maybe once or twice."
"With who?" I asked, masochistically.
"That's not important now, is it, Rosalie?"
"No. I'm sorry Gil. You're right."
"Come on," he said. "Let's forget all this."
"I'll try," I said, sincerely and stepped into the shower.
Gil set the water temperature and the warm pellets of water shooting outof the nozzle were like thousands of little fingers easing ... massaging all my tired flesh, helping, temporarily, to ease the pain in my brain.
Then Gil's hands reached out to me, touching me, feeling my skin, moving over every inch of my body.
"Move back a little," he said, pushing me directly under the shower spray and then falling to his knees in front of me.
"Open your legs," he demanded.
Willingly ... anxious now for relief, I spread my legs as far as I could. As his head moved up between my thighs, he made contact with my hot, aching pussy.
"Oh, eat me," I cried. "Make me feel alive ... make me feel like a woman again, Gill."
Gil had the same idea. His tongue moved out, snakelike, from his mouth and began to lick the sensitive flesh, high on the inside of my thigh.
He was teasing ... kissing up and down my legs, letting his thumb slip dangerous close to my pussy, agonizingly slowly it inched upward but never touched me there. Never eased the desire, only increasing it.
"Please, Gil," I said, "I need it. I have to have it now."
As he didn't hear me, he continued licking and sucking the flesh of my legs, letting his hands massage, squeeze, rub my skin.
I spread my legs wider and reached down and tangled my fingers in his hair. "Now, Gil," I nearly screamed, making sure that he could hear me over the roar of the shower.
But he didn't respond. He continued doing what he wanted to do, and I knew no matter what I did ... no matter what I said, he would continue at his own pace. He wasn't the type of guy to be intimidated* to be directed ... ordered by anything or anybody. He was his own man and did what he wanted when he wanted.
I nearly screamed as his thumb hit home, touching me, opening me. As I looked downward, I saw his eyes open wide with excitement, watching my tortured flesh. A strained grin came across his features just before he moved in for the kill.
"Oh ... Oh, that's good," I whimpered as his tongue touched my clit, licking the full length of it.
"Oh, so good ... so very good!"
His thumbs spread me now, wide-opened me up so that he could get at me completely, so that his tongue could work its magic ... its wonders on that hot aching cunt of mine.
My knees were weak. I was afraid I was going to collapse right there in the shower; afraid I wouldn't have the strength to maintain myself through the entire episode.
It was crazy, but it was doing the job it was supposed to. The splashing water was distracting me. The roar of the shower, Gil's thumbs, his tongue, his presence.
I couldn't stand it any longer; couldn't bear it. I pushed his head away.
"Now it's your turn," I murmured through clenched teeth, re-arranging our positions, pushing him under the shower and getting to my knees in front of him.
He didn't need any coaxing. He enjoyed this kind of sex as much as anything and held his prick out with one hand as he reached for my head with the other.
"Go to it, sweetheart. Do a good job," he moaned, pushing his hips forward until the tip slid past my lips and into the warm comfort of my mouth.
Inch by inch the entire massive flesh slid into my mouth. I couldn't believe I was doing it. I couldn't believe that I was gobbling the whole thing down my throat. I couldn't breathe; couldn't do anything but savor every second of the hardness of him in my mouth; the wonderful taste of male flesh-Gil's flesh.
I felt small drops dropping onto my tongue as he slid out of me. I licked hungrily at the tip, taking every bit of the sticky fluid, the lubricating agent that nature provided.
Once we were working together, once we were comfortable, one fitting into the other, beautifully, I allowed my hand to wander and roam over as much of his body as I could reach.
Instinctively, I reached behind me and look the bar of soap from its well and held ii under the spray of the water until it was good and wet. Then I began massaging his body with the soap ill my hand, taking special care to soap his balls, his thighs, and his tight ass hole.
He reached up behind him and directed the spray of the water away from us so that soap would not be instantly washed from his body.
I had soaped every part of his flesh that I could reach, and was sliding my lingers over the hard muscle, through the thick hair, enjoying the tactile sensation of his body, enjoying the hot cock in my mouth, enjoying the mouth fucking I was getting.
Gil reached out and took the soap from me. Then he bent over and began soaping my own body, working up a thick lather over all of my flesh, over my tits, my back, my neck. Bending lower, his lingers could reach my thighs, my lower belly.
Then I heard tire soap drop to the floor. His body moved in closer; the hair of his legs rubbed against my rib cage. His fingers worked on my fleshy tits that were sliding through them.
With one hand I moved to his balls and let them slide and glide,, in and out of my fingers, gently. I began my journey upward ... inward, toward his ass hole.
He moaned, low in his throat. A moan that never passed his lips, but vibrated through his body. I could feel him shaking ... could feel his legs weakening as I felt the muscle there tense ... hard as a rock.
I never wanted to stop. I wanted to suck him off forever. I wanted to go on eating, stay with him, here, like this. I didn't care about Linda. I didn't care about eating or sleeping-or, amazingly enough, my parents. I would give all that up for Gil.
It was certainly a new trick for me. I was getting intense excitement out of my finger sliding into the tightness of his ass hole; feeling the soft tissue inside, feeling the hardness of his cock ... of his entire body as his own fingers massaged and rubbed my own skin.
Suddenly he changed his position. It was difficult for me to lower my head, the strain was immense, so that I could keep sucking him. But it was all worth it. His finger moved up in between my legs and he began to fingerfuck me. It was delirious. I was in ecstasy and I began moaning with every stroke of his cock that he took.
"How's that?" he asked.
"It's good," I tried to say. "Fantastic ... " I mumbled, without taking his cock out of my mouth.
I let go of his tool for a moment and grabbed onto his thick forearm, egging him on, trying to get him to increase his speed, trying to get him to give me another finger. t;
He got the message and extended another stiff, thick finger, sliding it up into me. His motions became quicker ... harder, and his every movement made me more excited ... hotter.
I felt one of Gill's hands disappear, and then the stinging spray of the shower, again, rinsing our bodies free of their slippery ness.
I felt his strong hands on my head, pulling me off him, lifting me up to meet him.
I spread my legs instinctively, thinking this is the time, now I would get it, now I would get his tremendous cock right between my legs.
I was wrong! Gil held my head in his hands, his lips moved in, covered mine; his tongue darted out and moved swiftly toward my throat, swirling ... turning inside my mouth.
I reached down and grabbed hold of his joint, putting it between my spread legs, trying to maneuver myself so that I could get it inside of me. Trying to twist, squirm ... anything necessary to get it inside of me ... to get the feeling that only his dick could give me.
But each time I got close, Gil would pull back.
"Not yet, baby. I want to get you in bed. I want you spread out, this time."
"Anything," I moaned. "But now, Gill. Do it now."
He rinsed the rest of the soap from my body and I reached for a bath towel.
"Not now, sweetheart," he said as he shut the water off. "I'm too hot to wait for you to dry."
I didn't know what he was doing. He was getting something from the medicine cabinet, taking my hand and leading me, dripping wet, back into the bedroom.
I still didn't know what it was when I saw. him put the tube on the table next to the bed and then push me gently backwards, onto the mattress.
In a Hash he was next to me, kissing me, his hands moving over my whole body.
His stiff, extended middle finger found its target and moved into me. Swifdy he worked until he had me whimpering and moaning, on the bed.
"I never got a chance at this when it was cherry, baby, and I wanna make sure I get something. I want to break you in one way or the other."
I didn't understand what he meant. I didn't have any idea of what he was talking about ... at least not until I felt the pressure on my arm. Felt him turning me over onto my stomach.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm gonna fuck that little ass hole of yours," he said. "No, Gill. You can't. Honest. I'm afraid."
"Don't be afraid. I've never hurt you, have I?"
"No," I answered, "You haven't. But not that. I can't."
"I wanna bust that ass of yours, baby ... I want that cherry hole!"
I had never seen Gil like this. He was almost an animal; demanding. But yet, I was excited by it. More excited than I ever knew possible. I wanted to please him; wanted to do whatever it was that would make him happy. I knew what it meant to him to get into virgin territory ... my virgin territory!
Gil pulled his finger out of my easing cunt and turned me over on my stomach. He spread my legs, wide, and buried his face between my soft buttocks.
I felt his tongue moving through the crevice of my ass. Then I felt his strong fingers pulling my cheeks apart; felt his tongue making its way downward, again, to the tight muscle.
He tried pushing his tongue in, but had tremendous difficulty. He tried over and over, but it was really impossible.
"You're really tight, baby. It's gonna be some ball to fuck that."
I didn't answer. I couldn't. I was much too excited to talk now.
Gill repositioned himself. He knelt between my wide spread legs. I saw his strong, muscular arm reach out for the tube and heard the squirting sound as he squeezed some of the lubricant from it and spread it over th< entire length of his tremendous cock.
"You gotta help me now, baby. I gotta do it. I gotta have you this way."
"Anything," I moaned, meaning it. "Anything you want. Anything this man wanted I would do willingly ... happy no matter what the cost to myself was.
The tube dropped to the floor and then Gill was kneeling over me on all fours. I felt his chest on my back felt his legs opening me even wide. And then, I felt the tip of his prick!
"OH, MY GOD!!" I screamed. "It's so big. Don't do it You'll tear me apart!" I raved, unable to prevent the words from coming out.
"I have to, Rosalie. I gotta have you. Gotta have this cherry!"
Suddenly I felt the white hot searing pain crashing through my whole body as the tip slid in.
He wasn't gentle: wasn't kind or considerate, the way he usually was. I felt it plowing into me, pushing 11 inch by inch. He continued to push forward, to pump the horse-cock into my asshole.
I couldn't talk; couldn't breathe; couldn't move. I was paralyzed with pain.
At last I felt his pubic hairs scraping my ass; felt h balls swinging down between my legs and I knew that he was in me, all the way. His whole dick was stuffed into my ass.
"That's the girl! That's the way I wanted it. It's good ... real good. Now ... just don't move. Now, I'll make it feel good for you," he promised.
He shifted his weight on top of me, slightly, and then I felt his hands moving under my belly, pushing downward until he found my cunt. And then, suddenly, his fingers were moving inside my box. Two fingers worked frantically on my pussy.
The combination of his fingers and his battering ram stuffed up my ass was weird ... excruciating, yet fantastic. And I felt my own body starting to respond to his fingers. I felt my body moving ... twisting. Felt my hips arching upward so that he could get at my pussy better, but yet, at the same time, giving him a better target at my ass.
"How is it " he breathed against the back of my neck.
"I love it," I screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck that ass hole! Fuck it silly! Use those fingers!"
I was a mad woman! I was going crazy with ecstasy. It was better than ever.
Suddenly ... my whole being was shook. My body seemed to release, and I arched up high, in the air.
"Now! Shoot that load!" I screamed.
His hips worked frantically. He plowed in and out )f me at raceway speed. His balls banged against me, and hen, together, we exploded.