Chapter 5
It turned out that Elaine ended up in bed with the dark haired boy, although she liked the looks of the driver better. He had a clean-cut college boy face and wore his blond hair in a crew cut.
But the other boy wasn't so bad. She could have put up with a lot worse for a place to sleep, at least she could have until the drinks wore off.
After a coffee stop halfway between Sacramento and Lake Tahoe, the dark-haired boy climbed in the back seat with Elaine and Lola got in front with the driver.
They smooched a while, and then he told her his name. It was Chuck. She liked the way Chuck kissed, and she opened her lips to his prodding tongue.
In a moment his hands began to explore. She held him off for a while until she began feling like a prude. She wanted him to feel her breasts, she decided, so she let him. In the alcoholic haze it made little difference.
Chuck gave a gasp of surprise when he discovered that her breasts were bare beneath the loosely fitting sweatshirt she was wearing.
"Now that's what I call cool," he said, mashing her left breast with his cupping hand.
"Latest style," she murmured.
Chuck made free with her breasts, his hands were both soon under the loose sweatshirt.
She relaxed in the back of the car with a lazy glow from the liquor she had drunk and felt the blood within her heat up from the teasing contact of his fingers.
Lola had slid over in the front seat and she was kissing the boy's neck while he stared ahead at the dark road and the sweeping headlights. It was very nice in the car as they spun along the road in the night, now and then flashing past lighted houses and approaching lights from other cars.
Chuck seemed to be an expert lover, despite the fact that he was probably younger than Elaine was herself.
She enjoyed his kisses, the touch of his lips, the soft massaging of his hands on her breasts. Now and then he would take a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and roll it into hardness.
The prickling, delicate pain was exquisite, and very soon Elaine was panting heavily.
Chuck forced her lips open with the hard point of his tongue and began deep kissing her, nibbling with his lips, darting his tongue deep into her mouth.
She returned the kiss, savoring it. Their tongues met and became entwined. It grew into a battle of tongues, which made both of them gasp and pant for breath after only a few minutes of kissing.
She became a raging inferno inside. She began to feel the gutty, lowdown excitement building in her stomach. She wanted to be loved. She wanted Chuck to undress her right there in the back of the car and take her.
She was ready to give him anything he wanted for what she would receive in return. She had made up her mind to do anything for him.
The prudishness was gone. She no longer had to struggle against her conscience. It had dissolved with the alcohol that was still in her veins, and with the wild, carefree excitement she had begun to feel the moment they left Sausalito on their journey to Mexico.
It was a kick.
Now she began to understand the meaning of the word. There was a lot to be said for it. This was the easy way-take things as they come and to hell with tomorrow.
But tomorrow she knew that she would again be burdened with worry over Brenda. Tonight Brenda was far away, sleeping in some motel with that spider, Warren Lasswell. Probably Brenda was in a beatific trance from a fresh jolt of the needle.
Right now Elaine could forget that she had to look after Brenda and protect her from Warren Lasswell. Tomorrow would come, and with it the anxiety like a terrible hang-over from a three day drunk.
But tomorrow was tomorrow.
Right now she was in the back seat of a car with a strange boy named Chuck on her way to Lake Tahoe where it had already been decided they would stay the night together.
Chuck's hands were still caressing her breasts, the fingers digging gently into the soft flesh, sending flashes of electric shock into the extremities of her body.
She ached for him to crawl over her right then. She wanted to feel the touch of his nude body on hers, tighten her legs to him and ride.
When his mouth came away from hers for a gasp of air, she kissed his cheek, then buried her tongue in his ear.
"Oh, baby-" he panted. "That's wild."
"Chuck," she said in a hoarse whisper. "What?"
"Let's love now...."
"We'll soon be there," he said, giving her breast a hard squeeze that was more pain than pleasure.
"I want you now," she insisted. "Undress me. I want you right now. Love me...."
"Here in the back seat?"
"Yes," she murmured.
He laughed and kissed her cheek, "We'll be better in bed."
"But I can't wait..
"If I can wait, you can," he said. "When we get to bed we'll blow off the lid, baby. It will be a lot better than here. You'll see."
"All right," she said resignedly.
But the pulse of excitement was building in her, not dying down. She wanted him now, but she had to be content. Usually it took her longer to become aroused, but tonight it was different.
There was something in her blood. It must be more than the drinks, because she had been drunk before and yet she had never felt this almost unbearable fever in her limbs, this hunger to be taken violently.
Chuck was still at her breasts, and it was becoming almost maddening.
She turned her body to give him better access. His hands rubbed and lifted them both, his fingers pinched the hard cores.
Then he began rolling them around in circles, slowly at first, and then harder. The pressure of his hands increased. The things he was doing to her breasts seemed to stir her insides until they were a flaming cauldron.
She was a quivering mass of jelly in his hands, aching to be taken right there and then.
"Love now, Chuck," she pleaded.
"Not yet, baby," he said with a laugh. "Just let us wait. Enjoy me now and think what you've got to look forward to when we get to that motel."
"I can't wait," she gasped.
"It won't be long...."
He was still toying with her breasts, and now her hips had begun to move in a slow rotary motion, keeping in time with the gentle rhythm of his hands.
The torture was beautiful.
But it was too much to bear. He was carrying this too far, teasing her without giving her the final satisfaction she was craving.
Almost angrily she reached for him. She fumbled until she found what she was after.
He gave a gasp of pleasure and squirmed beneath her touch. All at once his breath began to gush from his lungs in wild, heated gasps.
"Oh, baby," he muttered thickly. "Damn, that's crazy. You don't know what you're doing to me."
His hands melted away from her breasts and he began to toss and squirm on the seat as her hand did many things to him without ceasing for a moment.
Now, she thought with some satisfaction, the shoe is on the other foot. She would have him pleading soon if she continued what she was doing to him-pleading for the same thing she had been begging him for only a moment ago.
She turned in the seat and with one hand she did one thing to him, and with the other she did something else.
"Oh, baby--that's too much," he gasped. "You'd better stop before you go too far...."
She gave a laugh, feeling a wild kind of satisfaction at the power she had over him at this moment.
Then she squeezed her fingers tighter.
She began a hard, rhythmic motion with one hand while she squeezed with the other.
Chuck gurgled in the depths of his throat and let out a startled cry. He was almost off the seat. His body was twisting and turning as though he were trying to escape the torment of her hands.
And yet she knew that he didn't want to escape.
She gave a sudden twist, then pinched hard with her fingernails. Chuck let out a cry of pain.
"Ouch-don't ruin me," he pleaded.
"Are you going to love me now?" Elaine panted.
"Sure-sure," Chuck replied. "Anything you want."
"All right then," she said triumphantly. "Take my clothes off and love me. Right now."
She felt Chuck's hand searching in the dark for the zipper of her jeans. His hands fumbled desperately until he found it. Then he gave it a quick pull.
She felt the sudden wash of cold air on her, and all at once she realized that they were driving through the mountains and the night air was cold.
Chuck had his hands inside her jeans. She felt his cold fingers searching the soft flesh of her legs. She moved eagerly to assist him.
The contact was startling when he found his goal.
She gave a panting sob. "I want you," she whimpered.
"Lift up," Chuck said excitedly. "Raise your hips so I can get the jeans off."
The boy in front with Lola turned around for an instant and shot a glance into the back seat.
"Hey, knock it off," he said. "We're coming into Tahoe now. Just keep your drawers on for another couple of minutes. Then you can give her hell."
Chuck heaved an exasperated sigh.
"O.K.," he said. "But hurry up and find a motel. I've got a live one back here, and she just can't wait."
"Shell wait...." the driver said.
"Don't be too sure, Dave," Chuck said from the back seat. "This gal is really on fire. I've had a wrestling match for the last fifty miles. It's like trying to stuff a wet noodle up a wildcat's nose."
Lola looked back and grinned.
"Me and Dave will race you to bed as soon as the car stops. Last one in is a sissy-"
Chuck had slid away from Elaine into the opposite corner. He was busy arranging his clothes. They were coming into the lights of town, so Elaine zipped up her jeans.
In another minute they pulled in at a brightly lighted motel. Dave went inside and came out in a minute with the key to a unit.
"Number thirty-two," he announced. "Two double beds in the same cabin."
Lola giggled.
"Sounds like a winner."
Dave wheeled the car around the drive until he found a door with the number thirty-two. They were all put of the car in an instant.
As soon as they were through the door, Chuck grabbed Elaine's hand and pulled her toward the nearest of the two beds which stood side by side.
Without a word he flung her down on the mattress and fell on top of her.
His mouth closed hungrily over her, his lips parted and his tongue drove deep into her mouth. She clung to his neck and returned the kiss.
She was alive again and ready for him. Her body squirmed involuntarily as his hands reached under the edge of her sweatshirt.
"Do that," she gasped against his cheek. "Play with them. Squeeze them with your fingers."
"You're going to get loved now, you little witch," Chuck panted. "You asked for love, and you're going to get loved."
"You know that's what I want," she replied.
His hands were playing with her breasts, caressing them. The palms rotated on the nipples, rousing them to hardness. His fingers dug into her soft flesh, painfully. She knew there would be bruises from the violence of his hands, and yet the pain was lovely.
She didn't want it ever to stop.
The torture increased as he pinched her hard nipples with his fingertips, twisting them around until she thought there were sharp little daggers cutting into her flesh.
The need was building in her until it was out of control. She had to be taken now, to reach fulfillment. It he stopped before he was finished with her she knew that she would go out of her mind and run screaming through the night, searching anywhere for satisfaction.
But Chuck had no intention of abandoning her now. He was panting and moaning as he lay above her. Then she realized that her hand had reached once more to him without her being aware of it.
Chuck began yanking at the bottom of her sweatshirt, trying to pull it over her head.
She sat up on the bed to help him, bracing herself with one arm. They both tugged at the shirt and it came away with a sudden release. It slid over her head, tossing her dark hair in a tangled mass.
With a sigh of pleasure, Chuck tossed it across the room. His eyes were instantly on her breasts, his lips slack with anticipation.
She looked down at her naked bosom with satisfaction. They were lovely, upright domes with delicate circles of pink topped with hard cores of a darker red. At least they were darker when they had been caressed as Chuck had been caressing them.
She was startled by a sudden shriek as Lola came running across the room. Dave was behind her, reaching for her waist, trying to pick her up.
They were both nude.
Lola laughed as Dave locked his arms around her from behind and lifted her off the floor. She giggled excitedly and kicked her legs, trying to escape.
"Help-help," she cried. "I'm being ravished. Don't you know this is a penitentiary offense, dearie?"
Chuck sat up beside Elaine with a confused look on his face.
"What's going on?"
"Give me a hand," Dave said. "I want to give her a shower...."
"You don't either," Lola giggled. "You want to take me. And I don't want to be taken-yet."
Dave flung his arms tighter around her waist and boosted her bottom with his legs. When he got her feet off the floor he carried her toward the bathroom.
"Rape-rape," Lola mocked.
There was a sound of water running in the shower and then Lola was sputtering. In a minute she came back into the room with her yellow hair matted and wet, dripping water everywhere she stepped.
Dave came behind her with a big white bath towel and wrapped it around her shoulders. He began to massage her with the towel until her white skin glowed pink. She giggled as he dried her breasts with a rotary motion of his hands.
"Oh, goodie," she laughed crazily. "I'm getting a rubdown. It feels so good."
Elaine had been watching with amusement, but she realized that Chuck had been busy doing something else. He was lying nude beside her, and his clothes were in a tangled heap on the floor.
With eager fingers he began fumbling with her jeans, and in a moment he was sliding them down her legs. They whispered over her feet and sailed away through the air.
"Say, you gals are way out," Chuck said with amazement. "Didn't you ever hear of underwear?" Elaine shrugged teasingly. "What's that?"
"You must be from way back in the sticks," Chuck said. "But I like the way you're put together."
With a quick movement he dropped his head down and laid his face against her trembling breasts.
She clutched his head and held him tight against her. His lips opened and closed around her left breast She dug her fingers into his scalp.
Her head was back, and she was staring at the ceiling, when her eyes went closed. She bit her lip, feeling the soft caress of Chuck's lips on the mound of her breast. When his teeth nibbled she gave a throaty gasp.
"Go, man-" she sobbed.
When she thought she was going to burst from the exquisite torture, he moved to the other breast and kissed the nipple.
He teased the nipple, stabbing it with his caresses until it ached with a thousand pinpricks.
His lips left for an instant, pressed into the valley between her breasts, and swept downward to her navel where he stopped for a moment.
She gasped and clung to his head.
Pushing downward, she tried to direct him further, but Chuck raised his head and stared at her with glazed, unblinking eyes.
"Didn't I tell you we would be better in bed?" he muttered. "How do you like me so far, baby?"
"You're wild-" she replied with a gasp.
"There's more to come."
"Yes-I know," she sighed. "I want you now. Don't make me wait any longer...."
"You'll be burned to a cinder before I'm through with you, baby," Chuck said confidently.
"That's what I want, daddy-o," she said, feeling wicked and utterly wanton. "Burn me up with what you've got"
Chuck gave a whimper and dropped down to tier, crushing his mouth to hers.
Elaine lay flat on her back with Chuck pressing against her, his body moving in anticipation. Her eyes were closed.
She was ready.
She had been ready for a long time, but Chuck still hadn't moved in. She pulled desperately with her arms around his neck. The need was so wild in her that she couldn't wait another moment. She had to have him with her.
Still he held off.
He continued to tease her and withhold what she wanted so desperately.
She sobbed. And then she was pleading to him in a hoarse, unnatural voice.
"Love me, damn you. Love me. Don't torture me this way. I don't think you're man enough. You're going to have to take me if you want to prove you're a man...."
"You'll find out, baby," he said confidently. "Before I'm finished with you, you'll be screaming far me to stop. But I won't stop because I'm going to love you all night long...."
"Please-" she cried, almost delirious now. "Please, Chuck. For the love of God, please take me."
He laughed.
Then he kissed her again, a long kiss with his mouth open and his tongue darting into the warmth of her mouth, touching her own tongue.
His hands roamed over her, starting little fires everywhere they touched.
His fingers pinched painfully, abusing her. Yet she kept her eyes squeezed shut and tossed her head from side to side in a frenzy of desire.
His hand touched the soft flesh of her legs. Then he ran it up across her waist and clamped it around her breast.
"Stop it," she cried. "Stop teasing me and finish me off, damn you!"
She reached down and took hold of him, pulling desperately, trying to guide him to her.
She felt the touch of him against her and gave a low, moaning sigh of passion. She pulled hard with her clutching fingers, wanting to hurt him, wanting to force him to give in to her.
Then at last Chuck moved his body down to her.
"Yes-" she cried. "Do that."
"Do what?" he said teasingly. "Tell me what you want and I'll do it"
She told him, screaming it at the top of her lungs. She heard Dave and Lola laughing, but it didn't matter. She was beyond caring about anything but the burning need that had turned her into a half-mad, lusting animal.
And then he plunged, all at once, and he was like the stab of a red-hot poker at her very entrails.
She cried out and dug her fingers into his back.
Chuck slipped his hands beneath her legs and drew her up to him. Then he began to move. Right from the start he drove against her with violence. But she didn't care. She had waited too long, and now she wanted to be mistreated, to be taken like a wanton tramp.
Like the tramp she knew she had become.
She knew it now, and yet she didn't care, because the madness of this moment was worth all the self-disgust and the flashes of conscience she might feel later.
Her body thrust up at him hungrily.
"Harder," she cried. "Rip me apart-"
"I will, baby," Chuck panted above her. "You're going to be sorry you ever said that!"
"I don't care-" Her voice was shrieking as though it was coming from somewhere outside her. It sounded unreal to her ears. "You're killing me-but I don't care. I want you that way...."
"Just hang on," Chuck muttered with his mouth open against her ear, pouring out his hot breath. "Hang on for all you're worth, baby. I'm going to give you a ride like you never had before in your life."
And it seemed that he would make good with his boast, for Elaine screamed and clung to him. Her fingernails tore gashed in his back. Chuck leaned over her, his face twisted, his eyes glaring wildly.
She held to him, making herself one with him, twisting and rising with each movement of his body, receiving each motion with a wild rapture.
They were both sweating from the fury of their emotion. Their bodies slick, the sound-of their gasps broke the sflence of the room.
And then, all at once they both tensed together. Her arms clamped tighter as she reached the summit and went hurtling over, her body trembling with violent spasms of the final completion.
After that she lay for a long time unable to move, feeling the press of his body on hers, the moist pressure of his lips against her neck.