Chapter 4
"Carl," Caroline called merrily when she saw her brother step from the house onto the patio.
Her brother was wearing a tight white T-shirt and frayed denim cut off's that showed his strong legs.
"Hi," he said, almost bashfully.
"Is that all you have to say to me, 'Hi,' after three months of nothing at all? Come here you sweet thing and give your sister a big sloppy kiss," she said.
Carl walked over to the outdoor chaise on which Caroline was stretched out languidly, wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini.
Carl could see his sister's shapely thighs and her ample tits. Through the tight fabric of her immodest bathing suit he could see her nipples plainly.
"You're looking good," he said.
"Yeah, but I'm white. I definitely look imported from the frigid east. I can't go around looking pale. I need some sun. You're looking good too. You look as though you've grown," she said.
Carl felt distinctly that his sister was staring directly between his legs, sizing up his crotch. He decided that he thought mistakenly, that it only seemed that way to him because lately he had been focusing all his attention on his prick, always looking for a good place to put it. ,
"Maybe I have grown a little," he smiled, "it's probably all the tennis and swimming. It builds the body."
"Sit down. Talk to me for a bit. How were things in San Francisco. How's our wonderful mama?"
"She's being kept by some old fart on Russian Hill. She drinks all day, gets her hair done, eats, sleeps, fucks." Carl said contemptuously.
"In other words," Caroline said, "the bitch hasn't changed. I didn't know she was being kept, though. But I suppose it was inevitable. Fucking is all she's good for, and I don't suppose she's too good even at that. I didn't expect her to get a job and support herself normally. Tell me, what's her stud like?"
"He's not a stud," Carl said, "he's an asshole. He spends all day down on Montgomery Street making money, then he goes to his A.A. meeting, then he comes home, gets drunk with mother and they fuck like pigs."
"Sounds jolly," Caroline said.
She looked at her brother, getting ready for her next question.
"Speaking of assholes," she said, "what do you think of Carlotta?"
"I think she's a dynamite performer," Carl said, cautiously.
"I don't mean that. You don't have to talk like an agent. What do you think of her as a person, as Daddy's concubine?"
"I don't know. I'd like to get into her. She's not bad looking at all. But I get sort of tired of having her around all the time. She and Dad fuck every night and they're always screaming at each other to suck harder, or to fuck faster, or not to fuck at all. Sometimes I can't stand it." He said.
"I can't stand the way this house smells," Caroline said.
"Yes, it does stink of her perfume." Carl agreed.
"It stinks of her twat," Caroline hissed, "do they ever have fights?"
"All the time. They fight and fuck, and that's about it." Carl told her.
"It must be heaven to live here. I almost understand why you went up to see Mother."
"Yes, sometimes I have to get away. Things were all right before Carlotta came on the scene. Dad and I were getting along as well as could be expected. But he's turned into a real prick during the last couple of months. He never as time to talk about anything; he's too busy fucking Carlotta."
"I haven't had the dubious privilege of meeting her yet, but I did hear them last night. They were fucking like animals," Caroline said, careful to leave out the details. She did not tell her brother that she had tip-toed along the terrace to watch through the open window, and she did not tell him that she had frigged herself while watching the spectacle of the fuck. "Oh, they're always going at it. I envy him for having such constant access to that cunt. It's so easy for him to get laid. It's not so easy for me." Carl said. His voice was almost bitter.
"I doubt that you have such a hard time, Carl. There must be plenty of little girls who want to be fucked by a cute hunk like you. You know you are adorable. If I weren't your sister I'd want you to fuck me," Caroline said It was the truth. She did find her little sixteen year old brother very attractive. And he wasn't at all little. He was almost six feet tall, powerfully built, and it looked as though he had a gigantic weapon between his legs.
"And if you weren't my sister," Carl said, "I would fuck you. You're looking hot these days."
Caroline smiled at her brother. "Such a pity, isn't it, that our love has to be so pure?"
"Yes," Carl said, "sometimes sin is more fun."
Caroline thought it was wise to change the subject, at least for a while.
"Did you see the car Daddy gave me? It's in the driveway." she said.
"I did. It's great. Dad hasn't given me a car," Carl replied, his voice tinged with envy.
"Don't worry, he will." Caroline said.
"I don't know. Fathers are always nicer to their daughters." Carl said.
"That's as it should be, Carl," Caroline said facetiously.
"Let's go someplace. Let's take a ride," Carl said, "I just got back but already I have to get away from this place."
"Come to think of it, so do I," Caroline said, "I haven't been anywhere since I got in early this morning. I've just been lazing around the pool, getting quietly drunk. Want a sip?" Caroline extended a tall glass to her brother. Carl took a sip and instantly spat the liquid out, making a face.
"Ugh! That's straight Scotch. I assumed it was iced tea." He said.
"Maybe it should be. I'm sorry, Carl. I forgot you hated Scotch. But I need some fortification if I'm going to face Carlotta tonight. Did you know that we all have to go to dinner together?" She asked.
"Oh, shit! I'm really looking forward to that. I know you won't get along with her. It should be a swell evening." His voice was caustic.
"Where do you want to go? How much time do we have. What time is it?" she asked.
"It's almost four thirty. Carlotta never comes back until eight. She goes to a gym and gets her ass tightened and her tits lifted. She goes to the hairdresser, she gets her hair starched, or whatever, and her talons sharpened. Then she goes to meet Dad at the office. Usually they stop somewhere and have a few drinks and talk about how thrilling or boring their days were."
"I imagine there isn't much difference between the thrilling ones and the dull ones," Caroline said sardonically.
"Probably not," Carl shrugged.
"So we have at least four hours to do whatever we want with. Give me a minute. I'll throw something on and we'll go for a ride. You can drive, all right?"
"Great," Carl said.
Caroline ran upstairs, slipped a short casual dress over her bikini, pulled a comb through her hair and dabbed at her lips, coloring them with just a touch of lipstick.
"C'mon," she called to Carl. She was impatient.
Carl came in from the patio. Quickly they left the house, got in the car and started driving towards Hollywood on Wilshire Boulevard.
"Where should we go?" Carl asked, accelerating the car to sixty miles per hour.
"I don't know and I don't care," Caroline said. "Anywhere. It doesn't matter. It's such a beautiful day. Maybe we should go to the park, but I don't really feel like it. Just drive for a while."
Caroline liked the way the car felt. The leather felt good on her ass, and Carl was driving fast, making the engine vibrate between her legs. She felt a shudder in her cunt. She liked being with her handsome brother in the car her father had given her. Carl looked remarkably like her father. There was very little of Muriel in Carl; he looked completely like Simon. He had the same sensuous lips that appeared to have been made for kissing and eating pussy. He had the same smoldering blue eyes, and the thick texture of wild hair. Carl had the same awesome and mysterious looking bulge between his legs, the same promising looking crotch.
It was the first time she could remember ever thinking of her younger brother as a man.
And she enjoyed the thought.
They crossed to Sunset, then crossed on Los Palmos to Hollywood Boulevard.
"Jesus, it looks as tacky as ever," Caroline said.
"It's the trash heap of L.A. It always has been, always will be." Carl said.
"But it's irresistible. I'd forgot what a carnival it was. Park the car, Carl. Let's walk."
Carl slid expertly into a small parking place outside the huge, tawdry theatre with the footprints and handprints embedded in concrete. Most of the performers who had scratched their names in the concrete had been dead for years, but many of their names lived on, legends for as long as celluloid would last.
Caroline and Carl walked south on the long street, occasionally looking down at their feet to see the metal stars embedded in the pavement, checking to see whose name they were walking over. "She was a slut," Caroline would say.
Or: "He was a real stud," or "she fucked her way to the top."
"Oh, God, look!" Carl said.
They were approaching a movie theatre, a big one. There was an enormous poster on the marquee.
"Shit!" Caroline hissed.
All she could see was Carlotta's profile, the impeccably arched brows, the wistful eyes, the nose, the parted lips. She was staring into an actor's face, supposedly with love, awe, worship.
"She looks at him like that, yet she cut out all his good scenes. Jesus, she's a witch." Caroline said.
"You sort of expect her to fly off the poster on a broom, don't you?" Carl said.
"I can't bear the sight of her, Carl. I don't want to see her tonight. It's ironic. We leave the house to get away from the stink of her perfume and to get her off our minds for a while, and we can't escape her. We can't even take an innocent stroll on Hollywood Boulevard without bumping into her puss."
They walked in sullen silence for a minute. Then they saw another theatre, another marquee.
"Carl, it's such a lovely day, so warm and fresh and fragrant, so rarely smog free. Let's go into a movie and waste it." Caroline smiled.
"Perfect," Carl said, enjoying his sister's wry logic, "but this is a porno."
"What could be better? What's the matter, are you afraid you'll get a hard-on and that I'll see it. Would that embarrass you?"
"Come off it. You wouldn't notice it unless you were looking to begin with." Carl said.
"Or unless you got hot and horny and grabbed my hand and made me goose you," Caroline said, grabbing Carl's hand on the sidewalk, pushing it against his groin, her hand on his, goosing his crotch with both their hands at once.
"Would you make me do that, Carl?" Caroline laughed, squeezing Carl's hand against his own bulge, and feeling it in her own hand. She was surprised by the volume of it.
"Very funny, Caroline," Carl said, blushing with embarrassment. He had not wanted his sister to know that he had more than half a hard on since the moment he saw her.
"Carl, you're such a sweet thing," Caroline said.
"Do you want to go in to see this sleazy movie or not?" Carl asked.
"Sure let's take a look," she said.
They paid their admission and went in. The harridan behind the ticket counter was too insouciant to ask the brother and sister for proof of age. It was a tacky, disreputable theatre.
The theatre was like a million others. It had seen better days. The carpeting was frayed and worn from years of thousands of feet making incessant traffic over its surface. The seats were ratty and a number of them were broken.
Their eyes adjusted to the darkness as they looked for seats. They saw the lurid images on the screen, technicolor flesh, women's heads sucking men's cocks, women eating other women, cocks slipping in and out of tired looking cunts.
"My God, there are a lot of people here." Caroline whispered.
"It looks that way," Carl said. He did not tell his sister that he had been in this theatre dozens of times, that it was the most notorious porno house in L.A. Women as well as men frequented the place, and not to see the films. Viewers of the film became viewers of each other, and musical chairs was the game.
It was strange for women to come alone to a porno film. But they did. They came either by themselves or with another woman, a friend, and they came, just as the men did, to have cheap, quickie sex.
The female clientele tended to be young women, coeds or working girls who needed to release tension.
Caroline whispered in Carl's ear, "I expected to be the only woman in the place, but this theatre is packed with women. There are almost as many women as men."
"Sorry, you can't always be queen bee," Carl whispered back.
"Carl, look! That woman is sitting on that man's lap." Caroline was shocked.
"They're fucking," he said.
"My God, you're right. They are fucking. They're really into it. Jesus, what kind of place have you brought me to?" she asked, accusing Carl of the worst.
"It was your idea, Caroline," Carl said, telling the truth, "and I've never been here before," he said, lying brilliantly.
"Well, we're here. I guess we might as well make the most of it. Let's sit a few seats apart, Carl, and see if anyone has the nerve to approach either one of us." she suggested.
"That sounds fun enough," Carl said.
They advanced closer to the bright, flesh-flashing screen and found a half empty row of seats.
They sat down, four seats between them, and pretended to watch the movie. Their eyes strayed from the screen to watch the audience. There was more sex in the theatre than on the screen.
More than once they caught themselves looking at each other, seeing their excited faces illuminated dimly in the flickering light of the flesh filled screen.
Caroline felt her cunt working independently of her body. She was doing nothing to excite herself, no one was touching her, and there were four seats between her body and the body of her handsome brother.
Still, her cunt was excited. Something was titillating her beyond the copulatory images on screen. It was the presence of Carl. Just his presence thrilled and excited her terribly.
She turned her head slightly, very slightly. She saw Carl leaning back in the chair. His hands between his thighs, Carl was gently touching his bulging crotch inside his cut off's. His hand moved almost imperceptibly, but Caroline could see that he was stroking his dick and touching his balls.
At that moment Caroline felt someone beside her. A man had taken the seat on her right, not obscuring the sight of Carl, who was sitting four chairs to her left.
Caroline turned her head the other way to inspect the new presence. The theatre was so dark she could scarcely see, but she saw the whites of the man's eyes, a dark moustache, full lips and a large, well-developed body.
Instantly she looked at the bulge between the man's legs. She could see his cock clearly outlined in his denim, and his balls looked big in his pants.
Caroline felt his hand on her knee, it was sliding inside her dress and up her thigh. His big hairy hand was moving inch by inch up her soft white legs, getting closer to her quivering pussy.
She felt herself dripping in anticipation.
She felt the man's fingers make contact with her bikini bottoms. Her cunt released drops of liquor, staining the fabric of her bikini.
Expertly, the man found the strings that kept her bikini tied. He undid them and dragged the skimpy cloth from Caroline's legs, which squirmed in the seat to assist him in his task.
She saw her bikini slither down her calves and off her ankles. The man picked it from the floor and placed it wordlessly on the seat beside her.
She felt his fingers working on her bush, pinching her soft flesh, tickling her angelic pubis hair.
His fingers attacked her cunt. He jabbed two at once into her wet hole and slipped them far into her dark depths.
Not daring to look at Carl, Caroline leaned back in her chair, throwing her head back, ignoring the screen to concentrate instead on the delicious sensations the strange man was treating her to between her legs.
She spread her legs lewdly, giving him more access to her cunt.
Caroline knew that Carl was watching, and she imagined the hard-on that was surely throbbing between his legs, making his balls hard with the pressure of his building sperm.
The man lifted his body from the chair beside Caroline. He lowered his body to the floor, kneeling between her legs.
Caroline looked down in utter astonishment.
His head had disappeared under her dress.
As she felt his face come close to her cunt, Caroline heard the sound of his zipper. He was unzipping his cock inside her dress, preparing to beat his meat under the tent of her clothes while he ate her cunt.
Caroline felt his tongue strike her bush. One of his hands worked deeper into her cunt, and she felt his other hand hitting against her thigh as he pumped up and down on his cock.
"Eat me," she whispered to the strange man. She did not want Carl to hear, but she knew that he could. She could not help herself. She knew that it was shameless to be eaten out in front of her brother by a strange man in a porno theatre. It was perverse. But it was utterly delicious. She could not have stopped for anything. She needed pleasure this minute; she needed release from her anxiety. The huge poster of Carlotta on Hollywood Boulevard had almost ruined her day. Now this strange man was making everything better with his magic tongue and his extraordinary lips.
Caroline felt his moustache pressing against her soft pubic bush. She felt it against the lips of her cunt, which opened to welcome his prodding tongue.
Without looking she could feel Carl's eyes burning into her. Knowing that her brother was watching made the flames of her cunt hotter than hell. She was in a wicked heaven of pleasure, loving the good hot licking tongue that was coaxing her to a perverted paradise between her legs.
Caroline closed her eyes, blocking out the fucking on the screen to focus harder on her own quivering cunt.
She could feel the man's head moving under her dress. She couldn't help it: she had to look.
She knew it was brazen, but her instincts gave her no choice.
She lifted her dress, rolling it up on her lap and exposing her thighs, the man's body, his hand on his cock, his face, his tongue and her blonde beaver. She wanted to watch the man working on her cunt and clit, and there was something she could not deny: she also wanted Carl to see it.
As minimally as possible, Caroline turned her head to look at Carl, to see if he was watching her. To see the expression on his face.
Caroline had the shock of her life!
Four seats to the left, Carl also kneeling on the floor between a woman's legs.
Her brother was eating another woman's pussy.
It was too much. She watched the way Carl's head moved eagerly between the woman's legs, his tongue lapping up the hot cunt juices, swallowing them hungrily into his body.
It was dark in the theatre and Caroline could not make out details, but she knew that her brother had his cock out and that he was pumping it in his hand.
"Ahh," Caroline sighed with pleasure and shock. The man was eating her wonderfully. She felt his tongue scooping out her hot pussy flow, and his lips nibbled at her burning flesh.
He was thrilling her divinely.
"Lick my clit," she said, demanding more from the man.
Obligingly the man moved his tongue from her cunt to her clit. She felt the hot tip of it flick against her swollen pleasure berry, thrilling her body all over.
She reached down for his head and pressed it harder against her body, making him give her complete service,
Caroline saw his huge cock. He was pumping it hard.
"Put your hand in my cunt," she said, "give me three fingers, and use your other hand on my clit." she said, pulling the man up, aiming his groin at her face.
She took his cock all the way, all at once in her mouth. There wasn't time to fart around.
She gobbled up his cock, sucking hard and fast on it, making slurping sounds, filling her face with his hard male meat.
She felt his balls smack against her cheeks as she sucked hard on his hard rod, racing her hot mouth up and down the throbbing length of his stick, licking with his tongue, teasing him, and giving him hot, incredible suction.
The man was standing up in front of her seat, pumping his cock into her mouth.
Caroline squirmed in her seat, thrilling to the pleasure that the man's fingers were giving to her cunt and clit. His fingers worked magically on her womanhood, thrilling her with almost lethal pleasure.
Sucking hard on the man's blood-filled organ made the thrills in Caroline's groin, double, triple and overflow. She was in a heaven of her own. Her groin was flooded, running over with frenzied pleasure. She felt the man's huge cock in her mouth. She sucked hard on it, wanting it to come, wanting the strange man to pop his stud rocks in her gulping, sucking, cock-starved mouth.
Quickly she moved her eyes furtively in the direction of Carl, four seats to her left. She saw that he too had changed his procedure, adjusting it to complement or imitate her own. Carl was standing in front of the unknown woman, feeding her his cock. Caroline wished it were not so dark in the theatre. In the dim and flickering light she could not see her brother's cock. She wanted to. She wanted to see the size of it, the shape. She wanted to see his balls. She wanted to touch it, to hold it. She wanted to suck it and feel it hard in her mouth. She wanted it to stab her cunt and fill her with his hot seed.
She could only see that Carl was humping the woman's face, stuffing his cock into her hungry mouth. She could see the motions of his humping, the distance her drew himself away from her face with he withdrew his cock, and the distance her pushed himself forward when he humped to give her another feeding.
Carl was making big humps, moving his body, rocking it back and forth considerably. Caroline imagined that his cock must be big for him to be making such significant humping motions. It looked as though he were drawing ten inches of cock from the woman's face, and stuffing ten inches back, ramming it down her throat.
Caroline knew that it was unnatural for a brother and sister to carry on as she and Carl were doing, performing public sex in front of each other. But she did not care. She did not care at all. The thrills between her legs were too exquisite to worry about anything but the orgasm that she felt mounting in her body, burning in her blood, stretching her cunt in all directions, throbbing in her clit.
Caroline kept sucking on the strange man's, enormous dick. She felt it choking her, going through her throat, almost into her viscera, it seemed. She gagged and could not breathe and her eyes teared. But it was marvelous. It was glorious.
"Fuck my face," she mumbled through her mouthful of cock, "shoot your cum into my mouth, and keep pressing hard on my clit."
Caroline felt the man's hands on her groin. She felt his fingers inside her hole, stretching the tissues, widening her pussy, stroking the warm interior of her feminine mystery.
She felt his fingertips on her clit, pressing hard into the swollen sex berry, making quick little circles on its throbbing center of passion. His finger was performing a magic dance on her clit, and Caroline thrilled to his brilliant choreography.
The man pumped faster into her mouth, filling her face with his tumescent cock.
Swooning wonderfully with the thrills of the cock in her mouth and the man's fingers performing miracles on her groin, Caroline turned to sneak a look at Carl.
He was fucking the woman's face. Caroline could see that the recipient of her brother's cock was a good looking young woman, very pretty, with long blonde hair like her own. She could see that Carl was fondling her tits with one hand as he kept another on her face, pushing it down lower on his cock, making her suck every inch of his long hard spear.
Caroline closed her eyes to block out the sight she knew was thrilling her more than it should. It was shameless, wrong, unspeakable.
So was the ecstasy that was mounting in her loins, and so were the thoughts that were racing in her head.
She could not decide who this man was. This cock in her mouth, these fingers in her cunt and on her clit, whose were they? Were they Carl's or her father's? She could not choose which they should be. She could not make a definite choice, and she kept changing her mind. With one stroke of his fingers on her clit, Caroline decided that his hands were Carl's, than Carl was thrilling her clit; with the next thrust of the strange man's cock into her sucking mouth, Caroline knew for certain that she was being fed by her father, that her father was fucking her loving face with his huge fuck weapon.
Then when the man pushed his fingers deeper into her cunt, Caroline decided that they were Carl's fingers; Carl was giving her this pleasure.
Then, the cock in the mouth, the balls slapping her saliva-drenched chin had to be her father's; her father was going to pump his hot seed into her mouth.
Caroline swooned with mounting, climbing, killing pleasure. It was more than she could stand.
In a trance of uncontrollable madness, she spread her legs in abandon, swinging each one over the seat on either side of her, turning her cunt into a wide-open target.
Instinctively, the man quickly pulled his cock from her sucking mouth, lurched his body, seizing her legs.
Half squatting, half kneeling, he aimed his stiff cock at her open cunt. He rammed it into her all at once, filling her instantly with his huge fuck muscle, shoving it in all the fucking way.
He thrust in all at once, burying himself thoroughly in her cunt, which engulfed him eagerly, tightly, taking all the enormity of his weapon, from the bulbous head to the throbbing base.
She felt his balls press against her ass as her cunt took every swollen inch of his magnificent meat.
Quickly, Caroline turned to look at Carl. She could see that he was staring at her, watching as she took the strange man's cock all the way in her hot cunt.
At that minute, Carl began to convulse with orgasm.
Caroline could she him thrashing like a bull, banging his cock into the woman's face, throwing his head back and growling with pleasure.
Then she felt the strange man's hot cum splash out of his prick into her cunt, searing the tissue walls of her tender pussy.
No sooner had he rammed his cock into her than it exploded instantly in her hole.
His thick hot cum blasted in streak after streak into her hole, and he ground his cock and balls against her body, filling her with his fuck flesh and his sperm.
Caroline reached down to feel his balls. They were gnarled into one monstrous knot of exploded virility. Suddenly, the man pulled his cock from Caroline's cunt and rubbed it into her bush. He pressed its fat dripping magnificence into the fleshy folds encasing her desperate clit.
He pressed it hard against her sex, thrilling her hot berry to death.
She had sucked, she had been fucked, and now this was doing it to her. It was doing all she could ever ask for.
"Ah," she moaned, delirious to anything but the bliss or her orgasm building to its perfect zenith, spreading total joy through every inch of her over-thrilled flesh.
"Umm," her sigh stretched out, almost singing her ecstasy for all the world to hear.
Caroline held the man's cock tightly in her hands, feeling the thick bead of cum oozing from the head of his cock, dribbling down the long shaft.
She took the thick male cream on her finger tip and fed it to herself, swallowing the delicious male taste of it.
She had popped her rocks totally. She collapsed back into her chair, closed her eyes and began to relish the memory of the bizarre scene that had just unfolded.
She opened her eyes and turned slightly toward Carl. She could see that he had stuffed his cock back into his cut-offs and had sat down again to watch the movie. The young blonde woman had disappeared, her mouth full of Carl's cum load.
Caroline unfolded her dress and smoothed it tidily on her lap.
As the strange man zipped himself up and walked away, Caroline picked her bikini bottoms from the chair beside her, worked her feet through the holes for the legs and slithered them up to her crotch. She tied the strap around her hips and then smoothed her dress again.
Four seats away from one another she and her brother had sexed with strangers. They had humped and fucked and sucked like fiends, and had come enormously in the theatre, enjoying the extraordinary thrill of fast, anonymous sex in the seedy porno theatre on Hollywood Boulevard, one of the tawdriest streets in the world.
The brother and sister looked at each other with both amusement and shame. They were ambivalent about what they had done together. In one way, they knew that they should not have done it at all, or anything like it; in another way, they both wished that they had not wasted their young lust on strangers and realized that they had not done what they had truly wanted to do.
They "had wanted to have sex with each other. In a strange way they had, but they wished they had done it directly, rather than through the vehicles of strangers.
They could not speak these thoughts together. For a short while they would be unable to speak at all. They were both stunned with the merriment and the shock of their behavior.
Caroline could see Carl looking directly at her, giving her a signal. They had enjoyed sex too wonderfully to be excited by watching the images of fucking on the screen.
Carl's signal conveyed that they should go, and Caroline agreed. For the time being she had seen enough of this place, and had enjoyed enough sex.
They walked out together into the daylight that is always so peculiar after being in a movie theatre.
The Los Angeles light was obscured through the haze of smog. It was a bizarre yellow. The sky was yellow and there almost seemed to be a sense of doom in the air. Caroline knew that many people found the color of the Los Angeles sky ugly when the smog made its heavy blanket on the city, but Caroline loved the color, and she loved the feeling of the air.
She knew it was going to be a good night. She had an idea. An idea concerning Carlotta.
She would discuss it with Carl during the ride back to the house on Wilshire Boulevard. But for now, all she could think about was the forced proximity between them that was inevitable in a sports car. She wanted to be near him, to smell his maleness, to hear his maleness, to see, if she could, the bulge in his crotch.