Chapter 6
Elaine dozed for a while with Chuck lying beside her, his arm looped over her waist. Then she came awake slowly, and she was conscious of the rattlings of bedsprings beside her. She looked at the next bed and saw Dave over Lola's figure.
They were moving at each other in a frenzy. As she watched, the end came for Lola and she began screaming for joy, her face a contorted mask of delirium.
Then it was Dave's time, almost immediately after, and a shudder shook his whole body.
Lola, sensing his emotion, locked herself around his waist and twisted with her body raised up high. Dave groaned and fell down upon her, collapsing finally on the bed as he rolled away from her.
The sight had renewed Elaine again; she had been hypnotized as she watched, just as she had been when she saw Stew and Lola making love back on the barge in Sausalito.
She needed more attention from Chuck, but he was sound asleep, despite his boast to her that he would make love to her all night until she begged him to stop.
When she looked back at the other bed she saw that Lola was sleeping too, her mouth open, emitting a snore that sounded like the purring of a cat.
But Dave hadn't fallen asleep. While Elaine watched, he stood up and padded barefoot across the floor. He dug into a suitcase which she hadn't remembered seeing him bring from the car. He came up with an unopened bottle of whiskey which he broke open.
Pouring a glass of ice water from the pitcher on the dresser, Dave took a stiff belt and chased it down.
When he turned around he noticed Elaine's eyes on him. He grinned, blushing a little at his nakedness, and came to her offering the bottle and glass of water.
The drinks she'd had earlier in the evening were wearing off, so she decided to renew the buzz. It was expensive whiskey and went down smoothly, much smoother than the cheap wine she had been drinking in Sausalito.
"Looks like we're the only ones left at the party," Dave said, sitting down beside her on the bed.
His bare leg touched hers, and he hem it there, keeping the contact which sent little shudders up and down her back. Her breathing quickened.
Dave drank again from the bottle and handed it to her. They sat for several minutes in silence, passing the bottle back and forth. In an amazingly short time, it was half empty and her head was beginning to spin.
Dave dropped his hand to her knee and left it there, moving the fingers gently, tensing and releasing them, creating a sudden excitement in her.
She liked Dave's young good looks, his lean muscular body. He had an easy smile. And his hand on her knee was doing things to her. Things which she liked.
Then his arm moved around her shoulder and she slid closer to him, laying her head upon his chest.
Dave leaned down and kissed her ear. She felt her pulse quicken. When she turned up her face, he pressed his trembling lips to hers and kissed her deeply.
Very naturally she took his hand and placed it on her breast, and he began to caress it, sending little shocks of pleasure through her.
"Do, that, Dave," she murmured. "I love the touch of your hand."
She was floating in a dreamy pleasure haze, compounded of alcohol and the physical moment, of the loving she'd just had from Chuck and of the loving she knew she would get from Dave.
But it didn't matter that she was free with her favors. It was all for kicks. And she was getting plenty of kicks tonight. It was better than the kicks you got from pot or the needle. The kind of kicks Brenda was most likely having right this moment in some other motel room in some other state.
The thought of Brenda and Warren Lasswell together made her sad, but she shook it out of her mind. Tomorrow she would worry about that problem. Tonight she was going to have fun and get her own kicks.
Dave was kissing her mouth hungrily, bending her over upon the bed. He leaned over her, their bodies touching, and kissed her throat.
Then he moved his lips downward and kissed the trembling softness of her breast. A flame of desire shot through her, tensing her body.
She loved what he was doing.
A gurgling sound of pleasure came from her throat. She slid her hands along the smooth surface of his back, up to his head and held it hard against her.
She lowered her right hand, moving it along his side and down under his body. She moved her hand, and he squirmed in response.
"Does that feel good, Dave?"
"Crazy," he muttered.
"If it's crazy, I'll stop," she said teasingly.
"Don't stop. Oh, man, don't stop."
"Want some more?"
"You know I do...."
"You want me, Dave?"
"You know I do, baby," he muttered thickly. "I want to make love with you, but good."
"Then, we'll make love, Dave."
"Double cool-"
She caressed him with her hand, the movement sending a violent shudder through Dave's body.
"Touch me too, Dave," she whispered against his cheek. "You know how...."
He worked his hand down her side, and began to caress gently, teasingly. Then his touch shot flames of frantic desire through her.
Her breath was coming very hard now. Her eyes were closed when she felt the bed move behind her.
"Hey-what's this with my gal?"
She turned her head and saw Chuck sitting up, blinking his eyes sleepily.
Dave laughed.
"You sacked out, buddy, so I had to take over."
"Well, back off," Chuck said. "I'm ready to start rolling again."
"There's another chick on the other bed," Dave said, still holding Elaine, his hand moving along her thighs.
Chuck shrugged.
"That might be a good thing at that..
"Help yourself," Dave said. "She's quite a doll. I recommend her highly."
Chuck climbed off the bed and went over to Lola. He sat down beside her on the bed and her eyes came open. She sat up grinning.
"Well, hello there. What are we playing, spin the milk bottle?"
"Looks like we're paired off for this one," Chuck said.
"I dig that," Lola laughed. "What kind of a game would you like to play? I'm open to any suggestions."
"You've got awful sweet lips," Chuck hinted. "That's what you'd like?" Lola said. "That's what I'd like...." Lola gave him a grin and pulled at his arm. "You lie down over here. I'll make you crawl the walls."
As Elaine and Dave watched curiously from the opposite bed, Lola pushed Chuck down and poised her plush little body above him, making good her promise.
Chuck moaned and moved on the bed, holding Lola's head locked in his hands, keeping her imprisoned in the position she had assumed, not allowing her to pull away or slack for an instant her sensual ministrations.
"Oh, damn," Chuck cried.
It was almost too much for Elaine to watch, especially with Dave sitting by her side, his own hands wandering frantically over her.
She was beginning to fear that things had gotten out of hand. It was an orgy, no holds barred. The first one Elaine had ever experienced.
But it was all for kicks, she tried to tell herself. Nobody would get hurt. Everybody would get their kicks. Yet there was a tiny voice of reproach whispering faintly in her ear. The anxious conscience imposed upon her by a prim, stilted middle-class childhood.
Still nothing could override the fact that she was burning with a clear bright flame of shameless desire.
She felt Dave sitting beside her, his hands touching her thighs and breasts. Dave's eyes were bugging out at the sight of Lola making love to Chuck on the bed.
All at once she felt an uncontrollable urge to do the same, and before she realized it, she had pushed Dave flat on his back.
She moved swiftly over him.
"You want that too, don't you, Dave?" she muttered thickly. "What Lola's doing?"
He nodded his head. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
She leaned down then, kissing his shivering body with her lips.
She felt his fingers clawing frantically at her head as he twisted beneath her.
He was making strange noises in his throat.
And then, with frenzied violence, he tore himself out of her grip flung her down upon the bed. His fingers clawed deeply and painfully into her breasts as he forced her legs with his knees.
She wanted him to force her now, so she struggled a little to hold him off. She wanted him to take her, but she put up a struggle to add to the frantic excitement.
Dave moved her legs with brute force, and finally she went limp, waiting for him, expecting him.
But he did nothing for a moment. Instead he leaned above her, staring at her, his eyes glistening, his mouth gaping open.
He looked at her, and she could see that he had been caught up in the fever that had infected them all.
"I've never done this before," he mumbled, almost apologetically. "But I want to ... I want to....
"Oh, yes," she gasped. "Please do, Dave. Anything you want to with me."
He fell forward then and in the next instant his lips were on her, and she gasped in the depths of her throat, thrashed her head upon the sheets.
"That's good, Dave," she cried. "Love me more ... more, baby. Yes ... yes ... that's what I want. Go, man, go....
She realized that she had been screaming. The sound of her voice and the coaxing of her hands on Dave's head seemed to spur him on until his caress was like a live thing on her, a clinging thing that was numbing her with ecstasy, driving her frantic with gutty, unbelievable emotion.
She arched her back, lifted her body off the bed to meet his attack, and still he continued to press his lips to her like a man gone mad.
Dave had already become an expert at this newfound thing which had infected him. He hovered over her, gripping her, while Elaine screamed at the incredible sensations Dave was producing in her body.
She was nearly insane with joy. The exquisite agony went on and on, scorching her in an engulfing flame that swept the length of her body.
And then it happened to her all at once, with blinding suddenness. She felt her body tense, felt the tremor of the first shock wave, and then more tremors as spasm after spasm swept through her.
"Don't stop, Dave," she cried as she trembled upon the bed. "Oh, please don't stop now...."
And he didn't stop until the last shudder rippled through her body and left her limp and gasping for breath, panting heavily, her fingers still clawing at the sheets.
"It was beautiful," she gasped. "Beautiful."
Dave moved up and stretched his body beside hers. And when he took her hand and guided it downward, she realized that he hadn't yet been satisfied.
"Do you want me now, Dave?" she asked thickly.
"Yes," he mumbled.
"Come on, baby. I want you to take your pleasure, now that you've given me mine."
Without a word Dave moved over her and dropped down until their bodies came together. And all at once her strength returned, and with it came a sudden resurgence of desire. She was wanting him now, loving the feel of him against her.
She raised up to receive him, reached for him and held on as he groaned and glued his mouth to hers, spread her lips apart with his searching tongue.
His hands were under her waist, sliding down to envelope her hips. She felt his fingers tense and dig into the soft flesh, raise her up against him as he moved.
"This is wild," she shrieked. "Oh, Dave. You're good."
All at once she sensed that his time was approaching. She wanted to deliver him as perfectly as he had delivered her a moment ago.
She moved her body rhythmically until she felt his arms tense, his legs shudder, his body tremble against her own.
And to her surprise she reached the peak at the same time and went crashing, rocketing through space while Dave quivered wildly and pressed to her with weaker and weaker movements until he collapsed and fell aside. , , , She lay exhausted, and slowly the light of the room faded away as sleep descended upon her.