Chapter 14
When she emerged from the bathroom a half-hour later, dressed in fresh clothing, he had a pot of coffee and some rolls waiting.
"You must be starved," he said.
They sat and ate and drank the strong black coffee. Dana had done a lot of thinking while the wonderful clean warm water washed away the dirt and horror. She had thought about what Jim had said in the car, about sex and pleasure and normal living. She'd thought about Sister Mary Helen at the convent, and the nun's advice and encouragement.
Now she smiled at Jim. "I feel like a different person, thanks to you.".
"I just happened along at the right time."
"How did you happen to go to Roeden's house this morning?" she wanted to know.
"Just like I said, I was looking for Orv. I was supposed to meet him last night and stay at his place. But when I pulled in, the house was locked up and he wasn't there. I checked in here and got a good night's sleep. This morning I figured I'd look around for him. I knew he went up to Roeden's place often, so I tried there first." He grinned. "I don't usually track him around, but he owes me some dough and I've been trying to collect it for a month now. He promised last week he'd have it for sure yesterday." He lifted one hand in a hopeless gesture. "I should have known better, but it bugged me to have him pull a stunt like that on me. So I figured I'd catch him in the nest of the goose that laid the golden eggs."
"That man who answered the door, do you know him?" She still wondered about Peter's place in the household.
"Only by sight. He's one of the regular hangers-on, like Nick. They both spend most of their time there."
She sighed. "I still find it hard to believe, except that I was there and know it's true. I never knew there were such people."
He laughed. "Compared to some I've seen on the Coast, Evan and his buddies are pretty tame."
"Really?"
"Yeah. The world is a strange place, kid. Don't fall for every line you hear."
"I guess I was pretty stupid. I-"
He shook his head and held up his hand to silence her. "Forget it. You've got a chance to start again. Take it. Roeden won't chase you, believe me. If he calls, just tell him you know the truth, and if he bothers you again, you'll go to the police. It's your turn to blackmail him into silence."
"I'm so ashamed."
"Don't be. You have nothing to be ashamed about. You're a very beautiful young woman. Any man in his right mind would like to take you to bed." He hesitated. "Including me."
She met his look and saw the honest admiration in it.
"But only if you want it, not because you think you owe me anything. That's not the kind of sex I like." He took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it casually as though he had not just offered her such a startling thing. She watched him blow smoke from his pursed mouth in a thin stream. She remembered the warm touch of his hand on her shoulder, his arm around her in comfort.
She felt comfortable with him, at ease. For the first time since she'd left the convent, she felt relaxed and happy. Love? Was she falling in love with him? She didn't know, since she didn't know what love felt like. But she did know what sex felt like, and she knew that she wanted to enjoy it with this man.
"I'd like that, very much."
He said nothing, but studied her face.
"I think sex with you could be very beautiful, and I think I would enjoy it very much."
"You're not just feeling guilty again?"
"No."
"Sure?"
"Positive."
She smiled and rose from her chair and crossed to him. He stood up to meet her, taking her in his arms and bending his face to hers in a kiss. His lips were warm and tender, pressing hers and firing her with desire. She parted her lips and his tongue moved into the opening. She met it with needy probes and tried to capture it with her teeth. Her body tingled, shivers racing from each point where their bodies clung together. His hands worked at her flesh gently, kneading and feeling its warmth and firmness.
"Should I ... get undressed?" she asked breathlessly.
"I'll do it, my pleasure." He zipped down the fastener at the back of the dress and skinned the garment from her body. He laid it carefully over a chair. Then, with a deft motion, he raised her arms and rid her of the slip. If he saw anything unusual about the chemise, he said nothing, undoing the snaps quickly and letting her step out of it. He let it fall to the floor unnoticed as his gaze fell on her naked breasts.
She took a deep breath and he stared in wonder.
"God, You're beautiful!" His hands went gently to the lovely mounds. He cupped their fullness and lifted their weight. He ran his fingers over the sunken pools of the nipples and stirred them to life. They hardened and finally grew turgid. He caught his tongue between his teeth.
"I want you to make love to me," she said simply and honestly.
He smiled and began to undo his own clothing. She quickly removed the garter belt and the stockings and placed them on the chair. She stood waiting for him.
His body was beautiful. His dark complexion made him look like a bronzed statue. His chest was covered with dark curled hair, like that on his hands and arms. But it did not repulse her. The shadows of the dream were gone, and he was real. Her glance traveled down to his firm, taut belly and the heavy dark triangle of hair below it. From here, his penis offered a new invitation. Semierect, it sprang toward her in warm welcome. She was hypnotized by its beauty.
He moved slowly to her and wrapped his arms around her again. Now the full lengths of their naked bodies came together. The touch was electric. She clung to him, pressed her body to him in need.
"Oh, Jim!"
"Dana! Come to the bed!"
They moved as one, sitting, then lying outstretched together. His hands moved over her ripe flesh, caressing and savoring each peak and valley of her curvaceous body. He nuzzled his face to her heavy breast, sucked the tit lovingly. He moved in slow circles across her flat belly and penetrated the thatch of hair between her legs. He found her clitoris and lovingly played with it. She clung to him, letting her palms rub his wonderful flesh, feeling and knowing the warmth that would soon be hers. She put one hand down to find his hard cock and the golden balls behind it. She massaged them very gently, then began to execute rhythmic strokes on the growing penis. It was very long and thick. It filled her fist. She could feel the heavy layer of foreskin move as she pushed back and forth. She ran her finger under the crown of the bulging head and across the sweeping wetness of the tip. It was so hot. She was too.
"You've got the kind of body I've dreamed about so many nights when I've had to sleep alone in that damn truck of mine." He smiled at her.
She answered with an open-mouthed kiss that put new fire in their play.
"God, I'm hot. You're a lot of woman."
"I want you."
She didn't have to beg. He quickly rolled her to her back and got on his knees over her. "You've had enough kookie games for a while. I'm going to give you some straight loving."
"Yes."
She spread her legs wide. He grabbed his thick penis and touched it to the target. She groaned as it teased a moment before plunging in. Then she sighed with relief and joy.
"Oh, yes!" she said.
"It's good up there, baby. Hot and wonderful. The best I've ever had!"
He began to stroke in and out of the hot, hugging tunnel with a steady beat. He was on fire already, and they had just begun.
Dana lifted her legs to catch his moving body. She wanted to hold him close, feel his balls slap gently against her rump as he drove his prick hard into her. The nightmare was over. With sudden clarity, she knew that the dark hairy shadow of her childhood nightmare had been one of her mother's lovers. The ugly drunken man had raped her! And her mind had blotted out the horror by forgetting. But the nightmare had haunted her. The truth had haunted her. But now it was out. The truth was out and the horror was gone. The nightmare was over. She was free!
She hugged Jim's, hips between her legs and lifted her own hips to meet his thrusts.
"Oh, I need you!"
"You're going to get me, honey. I'm on fire."
Her belly was a tight twisted ball of passion. "I've got to come!"
"Okay, doll, I'm ready!" He jammed his cock harder and the plunging shaft touched off her explosion. The fire blazed inside her.
Her body twisted and gripped his. He ejaculated a violent stream of semen into the clutching, hot vagina that drank it greedily. Her cunt poured out its juice and the two bodies were saturated in it. The climax was glorious and endless. It was so very different from the other ones Dana had had.
When it was over, Jim collapsed on her prone form and lay quietly, his drained sex organ still pinned between her thighs. She stroked the back of his head.
"Jim?"
"Huh?"
"I told the school I wouldn't be back until tomorrow night."
"Yeah?"
"Mmmmm." She held him very close and whispered in his ear. "Can I stay with you until then?"
He looked at her, lifting his face so he could see hers. He smiled. "You sure can, baby. You can stay with me forever if you want to." He bent and kissed her eagerly.
She closed her eyes and gave herself to the kiss. She wanted to.