Chapter 12
Kramer sat down beside Donna on the studio couch. He handed her the whiskey sour. As she drank half of it, he downed a good part of his own, then he set his glass next to hers on the coffee table.
Steve figured that she was probably ripe for the taking now. Yet he hesitated. Then his arms went around her waist. He slowly pulled her closer. His lips caressed hers as he gazed into her eyes. "You know what I want, and I know what I want. If you don't want it, too, say so," he advised. "I don't want you to be sorry later."
Donna bit her lip. "I'm finished with Mel. I mean it. I'll never let him touch me again. I thought it was love, when it was only a handsome face and a beautiful body. I built love around him. I can see now that I'm not glamorous enough for him. He's outgrown me."
"I'd never outgrow you," Kramer declared. "You're lovely. Mel should have his head examined. I only wish I'd been the first one."
She shook her head. "Mel wasn't the first one, either. I ran around with a lot of men before I met him. I'm not an angel, but I've never cheated on him."
"You don't have to tell me that. I know you're a straight girl."
Donna laughed defiantly. "Well, I'm not going to be any more. I'm going to start living for a change."
"That's the spirit, honey. Let yourself go." Kramer bent to kiss her again. This time the kiss wasn't casual. He used more pressure. Then she was letting her mouth relax and her arms wound around his neck. He let his tongue explore her mouth as his hands ran up and down her mooth, bare back. He could feel her breasts tremble against his chest. He knew she was turning on.
She pulled her mouth away from his. "You won't think I'm a tramp, will you?"
"Never, darling," he assured her. "I'm not taking you lightly."
"Oh, Steve, you're so sweet," she sighed.
He fumbled with the catch on her low-cut suit, then he pulled it down. He pushed her back on the couch and worked the damp suit over her legs. When he took away the thongs, she wriggled her toes in pleasure.
Kramer let his eyes roam over her body. Then he stood up and stripped off his bathing trunks. His hard prick sprang forward. The engorgement of his cock showed the effects of a week's deprivation. He picked up her suit and placed it on a chair with his own.
Donna leaned over and picked up her drink. She finished it in one gulp and set the empty glass back on the table. She seemed to be feeling the two whiskey sours now. Her face was flushed and her breathing rapid.
She held out her arms and Kramet went into them, lowering himself over her warm body. His mouth covered hers and locked, his tongue darting out and meeting hers. They kissed hungrily, their arms and legs soon becoming entangled on the couch.
He left her mouth and went to her breasts. He mouthed her nipples utnil they grew rigid with desire. Leaving her luscious mounds, he went down to her flat stomach and tongued the soft flesh no between her navel and her cunt. His hands stroked her body and fingered her cunt, finding it slippery and ready for him.
He moved up again and kissed her. As they kissed, he opened her legs with his knees, then crawled between them.
Donna reached down and took his swollen cock in her hand, steering it toward her ready cunt. He pushed his prick inside her for the first time. The heat of her passion was sizzling. Kramer could almost feel it burning his skin. He moved slowly in and out, in and out, pausing to kiss her again.
She raised her legs higher and wound them around his back. He could feel her inner cunt muscles twitch. A glorious feeling coursed through him. He suspected that she had been without cock for weeks-ever since Mel began hiring himself out. It had built up in her. She let go, and Kramer, feeling her secretions flood over his prick, started to climax, too. They ended up together in a rush of feeling.
He held her afterward, kissing her tenderly. For the first time in his life, he was overcome with emotion. Women usually didn't affect him this way. Donna did. She was so young, so trusting. "Thank you, darling," he said. "You were wonderful."
He got up and went into the bathroom. When he came out, she had fixed another round of drinks. Kramer grinned. "Wow. Having sex with you is something else. Your eyes are shining and your hair's mussed."
"You've made me feel like a woman again," she said, relaxed for the first time since he had known her.
"You are a woman. A gorgeous little woman. I can never get enough of you," he assured her.
She went into the bathroom. After a minute, she stuck her head out the door. "Would you like to take a shower with me, Steve, honey?"
He jumped up to answer the invitation. "Would I! But you'll have to scrub my back."
"I'll scrub you all over."
He went back to fetch their drinks, then he joined her, stepping inside the stall with her and adjusting the water to the right temperature. They stood close together and drank, letting the spray cascade over their bodies.
When she finished her drink, Donna reached up and twisted the shower nozzle at an angle. Now the spray hit the side of the stall. She found a sponge and a bar of soap. "Turn around," she ordered.
Kramer turned, and she began lathering his back. When she reached his legs, she moved directly to the front of his thighs-covering his prick and balls with foamy suds. Then she dropped the sponge and let her fingers take over, massaging gently.
The feathery touch of her hands soon gave him another hard-on. He bent to retrieve the sponge, then turned around and took the soap from her hand. "Now you." He began applying white lather to her breasts, her stomach, down between her legs. As soon as she was covered with it, he put the soap and sponge in a tray and his arms went around her waist.
Her arms wound around his neck and their mouths met in a fiery kiss.
His prick rubbed between her thighs, slipping back and forth as she squeezed her legs together. The suds prevented their doing more than thinking about fucking. When they were clean again, he shut the spray off. They stepped out on a large, fluffy bath mat.
Kramer grabbed a towel, intending to dry her first, then himself. He didn't quite make it. Donna was holding on to him to keep from falling down. Her legs seemed to have gone out, probably because of the many drinks she had consumed. "Here!" she gasped. "Let's fuck right here!"
He fell to the mat with her. He had no choice. She had become wild, unmanageable. She grasped between his legs and cupped his hard cock in her hands, guiding it to her mouth.
"That's it," he encouraged, shaking with excitement. He hadn't expected her to give head so soon. He leaned against the shower stall and, in the crowded quarters, tried to get comfortable. Then he seized her wet head and pulled her down on him.
Donna ate his prick with fervor and enthusiasm, if not pure skill. His soap-scented flesh felt smooth to her lips and sweet-smelling to her nostrils. Even his balls smelled fresh and appetizing. She went from his cock to his balls, then back again.
Kramer had the sudden desire to get his face in her cunt, only there wasn't enough room in the tiny bathroom.
He scrambled up, pulled her to her feet, then gathered her up in his arms and carried her back to the studio couch. Their bodies were dripping wet, but he didn't care. They would dry soon enough.
He worked her into an opposite position and dropped between her sweet, clean thighs.
Her mouth found his cock again and together they licked and sucked each other to new heights of excitement. Their bodies thrilled at every nerve center, and neither cared that Mel might suddenly walk in on them.
Donna had wanted to love him, he knew, but he doubted that she would have gone this far without the alcohol. This was the first time she had ever let herself go completely, drunk or sober. When she felt the warmness of his sperm filling her mouth, she continued to suck until she had taken it all. Her cheeks ballooned. She swallowed greedily in noisy, slurping gulps.
As soon as he had come, Kramer used his tongue and teeth to apply more pressure on the hot folds of her cunt. She climaxed. He could feel her thighs tossing involuntarily about his head, her toes curling in ecstasy. Moans of pleasure escaped her throat. She cried out his name.
When their trembling bodies had calmed down, they went to sleep, without changing positions. Their heads were still facing the other's sex organs.