Chapter 3

The alarm emitted a strident scream at seven thirty the next morning. Mike reached out one hand to shut off the insistent noise and knocked the clock to the floor. With a muttered oath he swung out of bed and made his way slowly to the shower. He stepped inside the glass enclosure and, with a twist of his wrist, turned the shower on full blast with the cold water. A good icy jet of water drove the sleep out of him and he dressed quickly in a pair of slacks and sport shirt. No one in Harbor City dressed up for work on Saturday.

Mike fixed himself some eggs with half a pound of bacon on the side and cup of strong black coffee. When he had finished eating he piled the dishes in the sink, ran some water over them and left them to soak. Satisfied and fully awake, he left the apartment and drove to his office. It took a conscientious effort to keep from thinking about the night before which he had spent with Elly and the worries that it brought to him. But Mike fixed his mind on the cool morning breeze and the smells of the fresh new grass that filled the air and put Elly and her fantastic plot against her husband out of his mind.

It was Saturday and no one would be in the office. Mike would have a clear field to get through the huge piles of paper work that seemed to come from out of nowhere to land on his cluttered desk. He had had no idea that there were so many forms to fill out, so many papers to read and understand.

Mike looked around his office. Office? It was more like a hole in the wall. The small room held only Mike's desk, along with a soft swivel chair and a large heavy-duty filing cabinet. But the room served its purj pose. There was no money for anything imagine and Mike himself did not mind the spartan quality of the facilities. In addition to the office that Mike occupied there was a small place just outside the doorway where there was room for a small desk and typing table. Mike's secretary worked there but she would not be in until Monday. There was often not enough work to keep her busy for five days a week, let alone Saturdays.

Mike slumped down in his chair and put his feet up on the desk. He reached out and grabbed the sheet of papers and notes that Ginny had left the day before. He threw away most of the notices that were of no interest to him and selected several among them on which he would offer a bid. There were two county jobs that had been announced. He knew that he had hardly any chance of getting them since they were tied up with the political machine in the state and Mike had no real contacts in the state political hierarchy. Not yet anyway. But soon. Soon it would all break for him. Mike entered his bids. He made one much too high and one almost foolishly low just to see what would happen. He knew that he would probably not even get an acknowledgement of the bids, but he had to see what would happen. The formalities were necessary and the submission of the bids had the added advantage of making his name known in the circle into which he wanted to break.

After that Mike cleared through the rest of his paper work. Time passed almost unnoticed. The problem was the same whichever way he turned. It did not matter what he was working on. He always came right smack up against the same old thing. He needed money. He needed money to buy equipment. He needed money to hire men. He needed money to make money. And that was the real reason that Elly Farris' proposition sounded so good to him.

Dammit! Otherwise he would spend his life scratching for peanuts. The chance might never come again. He had to grab at it.

When Mike finally looked up from the catalogues and papers on which he had been figuring costs and looked at his watch it was nearly one o'clock. Enough for a Saturday he decided, so he stuffed the papers into one of the desk drawers, locked the office and headed for home.

Mike drove directly home. He entered the building and rode the elevator to the third floor.

Good, God, he thought, how long since I last walked these two lousy flights of stairs. He was honestly ashamed of himself.

He stopped with the key out of his pocket in front of his door and looked down the hall. He put the key back into his pocket and walked the few feet to the next apartment and knocked on the door.

"It's not locked," he heard a voice say. "Come in."

Mike walked into the living room almost exactly like his own. The only noticeable difference was that the furniture was much nicer and reflected more feminine tastes. Mike crossed the room to the bedroom door. He peeked around the half closed door.

Sandy Barris was still in bed with the sheet pulled up to her chin.

"What if I was a wild rapist?" Mike asked with a grin. "And you with your door open like that."

"Mmmmm," the girl on the bed said, pretending to mull Mike's question over in her mind. "A rapist? What kind?"

"I don't know for Christ's sake," Mike said. "What kinds are there?"

Sandy giggled. She pretended to count on her fingers.

"Oh, there are blondes and redheads, short ones and-fat ones and well built ones and ... oh, just ever so many. I think that I like the red-headed ones best though."

Mike ran his hand through his sandy hair.

The girl made a face at him and smiled impishly.

"To tell you the truth, I've never been disappointed by brown-haired rapists either. Yes, now that I think about it a rapist might not be such a bad idea after all."

Mike crossed the room and sat on the bed beside her.

He gave her hair a tousle and she squeezed his hand.

"Work hard today?" she asked.

"Routine. The usual Saturday," Mike replied.

Mike had met Sandy the day he had moved into his apartment nearly ten months ago. She had seen him trying to get all of his things in and came over to make a cup of coffee for the two of them.

"If your coffee is as bad as your interior decorating," she had said as she handed him a cup of coffee, "you should really appreciate this."

Mike had accepted it gratefully.

"God," he had said after a sip. "A treat like this deserves another. Let me pay you back with dinner tonight. If you're not busy, that is."

Sandy had agreed to go with him and they sat around Mike's apartment for much of the day exchanging small talk and finding that they like each other. They had gone to dinner and the theater and dancing many nights after that. Their relationship had progressed smoothly to the point where Mike could now come in and find her in bed as if she had been waiting for him. He knew that was a distinct possibility because along with all the other discoveries he had made about Sandy was that she was a hot blooded girl as ready to a roll in bed as he was most of the time. And she was good at it.

As if reading his thoughts she said, "I've been waiting for you." Mike smiled.

"How about you? How come you're still in bed? Haven't you got anything better to do on a Saturday morning than to stay there?"

Sandy reached for a cigarette from the pack on the night table next to the bed. Mike lit it for her. Briefly the picture of Elly waiting for him to light her cigarette the night before flashed through his mind and was as quickly gone.

"Old Fuddsy is out of town," Sandy said. "He gave me the morning off."

Old Fuddsy was Fred Neece, the lawyer that Sandy worked for.

"Well, are you going to get out of that bed or not?" Mike asked.

Sandy smiled an elfin grin and said, "To tell you the truth, that pretty much depends on what staying in bed might lead to."

Mike played along with her.

"Makes your muscles soft," he said. "No exercise is bad for the figure."

Sandy took Mike's hand and put it over a graceful mound of the sheet.

"Does that feel too soft to you," she said.

Mike squeezed gently. He felt the soft, but yielding fullness of her breast in his hand. The nipple was fully erect against his palm.

"When you put it that way it does seem as if some parts of you are just as they should be, but I would have to explore this much farther before I could make anything certain about this case."

"Okay, doctor," Sandy said. "You do that. Explore all the angles of the case. Do whatever you have to do. Poke wherever you want to poke. I have plenty of time." She reached over to the night table and snubbed out her cigarette. Then she settled back on the bed and lay quietly. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Mike looked at her.

She squirmed beneath the sheet and it slipped from one shoulder baring one firm round breast Sandy looked down at her breast and she and Mike both-watched with interest as the pink nipple grew larger and more rigid than it had been before.

"There's a place to start your exploration," the girl said, her voice getting husky.

Mike placed his hand over her breast and rubbed it gently. His fingers toyed with the firm turgid nipple and Sandy made little sounds of pleasure as Mike manipulated her flesh.

"My other doctor doesn't examine me like this," she said breathlessly.

"He damn well better not," Mike said.

He bent over and ran his lips over the trembling mound. His tongue flicked out at the nipple and lapped at it gently. Sandy's arms encircled his neck and she drew his head to hers. He kissed her full clean mouth and worked his tongue deeply inside. Lifting her arms had caused the sheet to fall to Sandy's waist and both lovely breasts were bared.

Mike reached between them and cupped them with his hands. They seemed to fit perfectly. His palms chaffed at the passion-filled nipples and he could feel the beautiful girl's hips begin to writhe next to him.

Their mouths fused together and their tongues darted against each other. Mike lay down full length next to Sandy. They both breathed heavily. Mike moved down to the hollow of her neck and he bit her gently. She trembled and dug her fingers into his back. Mike moved still further down until both her luscious breasts were in front of him and he went to work on one mound with his mouth while his fingers toyed with the other. He pulled gently on her nipples and Sandy arched her back and pressed her breasts up against his mouth and hand.

"Yes, yes, like that," she said. "It's so sensitive. I can feel it all the way down in my cunt. Suck, Mike, Suck Oh, Oh." Her words were replaced with a ragged gasp.

Mike continued to work over her breasts as he struggled to pull the sheet off the rest of her squirming body. He felt her fingers on his belt buckle, loosening it, trying to reach inside to grab his swollen cock.

"I want to feel your prick," Sandy managed to croak through her rising tide of passion.

Her hand tore at his zipper.

Mike ran his hand over the smooth curve of her belly, still working avidly on her breasts. Her heaving chest pushed the straining mounds up to him. The nipples had filled till they were nearly the size of large strawberries. Slowly, Mike let his hand trail over the bowl of her belly and trace lines of fire down the out-sides of her thighs. Her legs moved apart eager for his touch. Between the soft thighs Mike could see the light pink of her cunt beneath the fluff of soft pussy hair. Sandy's legs opened wider as if she could not control them and she flung her hips into the air firmly and steadily.

But Mike took his time.

It was always good with Sandy and Mike wanted to reach a fever peak before he finally possessed her. He knew that they both were getting close, however. Sandy had succeeded in freeing his hard penis from his pants and was squeezing it eagerly. Her fingers firmly gripped the shaft and rubbed it up and down in a way that she knew Mike liked. Ever so gently she let the tips of her fingers rub the sensitive head of the large cock sending thrills of pleasure shooting through her lover.

God, he loved her body! It often overwhelmed him. He could not get enough of it. He left her breast with his mouth and trailed his tongue down over the soft belly and lingered briefly at her navel.

"OHHHHH!" she said, her voice almost a scream. She knew what was going to happen. Her legs opened as wide as possible. Her cunt was spread open for him. The insides of her thighs were bathed in light moisture that seeped from the pouting lips of her yearning pussy. The darker outer lips were parted and swollen in excitement. At the upper juncture of the sweet pink inner lips Mike could see the little nubbin of her clitoris twitching slightly as Sandy's cunt moved in anticipatory spasms.

"Suck me, Mike. Suck my cunt." The words poured from her lips begging for his caress. Hearing her speak the sexy provocative words, hearing her beg for his pleasure-giving touch poured excitement like fire into Mike's veins.

His lips moved into her pussy hair. He could smell the fragrance of her now as he neared her dripping honey pot.

"Do it now," she moaned.

Mike bent lower.

The girl's pelvis worked furiously.

Her open gaping cunt was thrust up to him.

A warm sob broke from her mouth as Mike made contact with her. She ground her sopping pussy against his open mouth.

"Oooooohhh," she cried. "Don't ever stop."

Mike held her hips with his hands as her fingers twined in his hair. He ran his tongue around the outer opening and lapped briefly at her clitoris. Then with his tongue rigid he rammed it up into the girl's vagina. He could feel the muscles of her cunt as they gripped his thrusting tongue.

Sandy continued to murmur little sounds, but even if she had been making any sensible words Mike would not have heard nor understood her as he gave all his senses over to the total experience of the sex act with Sandy.

Moisture continued to pour from the lovely girl's heated point of pleasure. Cunt juice smeared the lower half of Mike's face.

Then it was time.

Mike lifted his face from between Sandy's legs and looked at her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, drawing deep ragged breaths. Sweat bathed her forehead. Her hands clutched uselessly at the sheets of the bed.

Mike rose above her, kneeling between her wide open legs. Sandy opened her eyes and they were deep pools of sensual delight as she received him. Eagerly she reached for his cock with one hand and pulled him to her cunt. He lodged the head of his rammer in the groove and pushed firmly.

Sandy's vagina was so well lubricated that he met no resistance as he thrust into her. Quickly she wrapped her long slim legs around his hips. Slowly at first, and then faster Mike moved his huge rod in and out of Sandy's love canal. As they fucked they moved more rapidly and Sandy began a series of rotary movements that brought her entire genital area into contact with either Mike's fast moving cock or her pubic area. He could feel his balls slap gently against the cheeks of Sandy's ass as he thrust into her.

"Suck my tit, Mike," she managed to gasp. It was obvious that she wanted the fullest stimulation that, was possible.

Mike bent his head and took the swollen tip of her tit into his mouth and sucked hard.

"Coming. Coming soon," the girl croaked.

Mike's own orgasm was only seconds away. He felt the pressure build. His entire being was centered in his loins as he brought himself and the girl beneath him to a climax.

"OH, BABY," Sandy screamed and then her her head flopped back and she gave a series of prolonged convulsive shakes that seemed to last for a full minute. Her orgasm triggered Mike and he gave himself up to an explosive release that caused him to shoot his heavy load deep within Sandy's spasming pussy. The intensity of his orgasm surprised him. He could feel the jets of hot come as they spurted forth from the end of his prick. It seemed to go on for ever.

For a long time there was only silence. Sandy's fingers played absently over Mike's chest and he rested one hand at the lower part of her stomach just at the fringe of her cunt hair.

Sandy moved slightly and ran her hand down to Mike's now soft cock. She held it tenderly. Then she lifted herself up and turned around so that she could study it closely. It fascinated her. With gentle movements she rubbed it. It was still moist and covered with sperm as well as the juice from her own pussy.

Mike stirred beneath her caress.

Sandy bent over and took the soft penis into her mouth. She teased it with her tongue. She felt it begin to stiffen in her mouth and she released it.

"Hey," Mike protested. "What's this?"

Sandy reversed herself and threw herself on top of

Mike.

"I love your prick," she said impishly. "I was sucking it."

"I know," Mike said. "It is not something that you can hide from a man."

"Mike?" Sandy said hesitantly. "What?"

"Can we do something sometime? I mean something that we haven't done yet."

"What is it?"

"You won't be upset with me or think I'm silly." Mike smiled. "Of course not."

"Well, I've sucked your prick a lot. Remember how I had trouble getting used to it at first." She laughed. "Not anymore."

"What do you want to do?" Mike asked.

Sandy swallowed.

"I want to suck you all the way. I want you to come in my mouth. I want all of you in my mouth."

"I'd love that Sandy," Mike said. "I just never asked because I was afraid that you might not want to."

"I do though."

Mike was pleased.

"I just thought that maybe you wouldn't want to," Sandy said.

"Christ no," Mike exclaimed. Then he laughed. "You're terrific," he said. The girl laughed too.

"Remember the first time that you made me come by sucking my cunt?" she asked.

"You liked it," Mike said. "Wow, did you ever like it."

"Like it," Sandy snorted. "I thought I'd die from pleasure." She seemed to blush slightly. "I was kind of silly back then, I guess. When I was in high school I would hear all the other girls talking about how they had fucked this guy or how this other fellow had eaten her in the back seat of the car at the drive-in or something like that and I figured that they must be a lot cooler than I was. I seemed never to be able to just let myself go. I had a lot of hang ups for a long time." She paused.

"Until you came along, darling," she added.

Mike was pleased. He liked this girl and he was happy to see her respond in this way.

Again they were silent for a while. After a time they both drifted off into sleep. Mike awoke before Sandy and went into the shower and took a quick splash under the full cold spray.

When he returned from the bathroom to the bed Sandy was just opening her eyes. She was still naked and was a stimulating sight stretched out cat-like on the large bed. Her cunt hair was matted and still damp from their previous love making.

"Sleepy head," Mike laughed.

"What time is it? I'm too groggy to even turn my head and look at the clock."

"Almost four."

Mike stretched out on the bed beside her.

Sandy sat up and leaned against the headboard. She seemed unconcerned about the fact that her full breasts dangled just inches from Mike's mouth.

"We're good together, aren't we, Mike?" she asked.

Mike felt his muscles tense slightly. He knew from past experience with other women where this could . lead. If a woman starts to think that you make a good team in one area she is often thinking that you might make a good team in other areas as well and that you might just as well make your relationship a permanent one. Mike was not sure that he was ready for any commitment of that sort yet.

Apparently Sandy saw Mike's tension because she reached out and slapped at his shoulder.

"Oh, don't be such a silly goose," she told him. "I'm not going to gobble all your masculine prerogatives. I was just talking about something that I enjoy very much. Fair enough?" .

"Fair enough," Mike replied and smiled that he did not take anything too seriously.

For a moment Sandy was silent. Mike feared that he had been too severe in the message that he had wordlessly communicated to her.

When she finally did speak however it was obvious that her thoughts had turned to other things.

"Mike, do you know those two girls down the hall in apartment four?"

Mike knew who she meant. The two girls he had seen on the elevator. They seemed a little too remote, too standoffish for his taste. They both seemed to be in the mid-twenties and they were both quite pretty in a hard sort of way. They seemed to be very capable girls, as if they could very well take care of themselves.

"Yes, I know who you mean."

"Uh huh, Kitty and Carol," Sandy said. She was silent for a moment. Then in a whisper she said, "Mike, they're lesbians."

Mike smiled. He shook his head and looked at Sandy with a frown of disbelief.

"Not every pair of single girls living together are lesbians, you know," he told her.

Sandy arched her eyebrows and adopted a knowing look.

"They might even be sisters," Mike protested weakly.

"No, they're not," Sandy said firmly.

"You know, Sandy," Mike said, "I've read that the real queers are the ones that don't seem like it on the street. Those two look tough, but they both are still quite feminine and toughness alone doesn't make them homosexuals."

'Mike did not give a damn about the two girls one way or another. But he was fellow who had always been jealous of his privacy and he figured that if he expected other people to lave him alone then he had better mind his own business when it came to other people's affairs, business, personal or sexual. Whatever the two girls chose to do in the privacy of their own bedroom, or living room for that matter, was between them and was their own business.

Sandy seemed to think about what he had said for a brief moment, but then she shook her head.

"Mike, you don't understand," she said with a trace of impatience. "I saw them. Last night when I was getting ready for bed, I heard a noise behind the ventilator duct. I was afraid that it was mice or even a rat or something so I climbed up on the edge of a chair to peek in. All that's in that opening is space in the wall between the two apartments to let the fresh air circulate. The opening into each apartment is covered with a wire screen. The light was on in the other bedroom and I could see right into their apartment. They had a dresser with a mirror set that I could see the bed reflected in the mirror."

She paused in her story to look at Mike and to measure his reaction. He knew where she was headed, but he kept his mouth shut and just listened. It was clear to him that Sandy was getting excited now just telling the story. He wanted to see what it would do to her.

She got up onto her knees on the bed. Mike's eyes were drawn to the quivering tips of his breasts.

Sandy noted where Mike was looking and laughed playfully. She reached out and tilted his head so that she could capture his eyes with her own.

"Listen to what I have to say first," she protested, "and look at me when I'm talking to you."

"I was looking at you," Mike said.

"But at the wrong part of me."

Sandy paused as if to collect her thoughts. Then she continued.

"I could see their bed. Mike, they were just lying there doing it."

Mike pretended to be puzzled.

"Doing what?" he asked with a straight face, feeling the laughter bubble up inside of him. Sandy was trying to be serious.

"Mike," Sandy said with exasperation. "They were making love like lesbians. They were kissing and touching and doing everything to each other. God!"

"Everything?" Mike asked with a smile.

Sandy had to grin.

"Well, not everything," she said. They were both girls after all. But I could see their cunts and tits and everything. One of them, I think it was Kitty was sort of giving orders to the other one. She would tell her to kiss her breasts or to suck her nipples or to lick her clitoris and stuff like that. And then they turned around on each other and must have been sucking each other's pussys. I saw their heads between each other's legs, but they sort of blocked the view for me so I don't really know. I wasn't even sure that girls did that sort of thing to each other. I had had heard about it like everybody else. But I never saw it happen."

"And you watched them?" Mike asked.

Sandy hesitated for a moment, then nodded her head,-her eyes downcast in guilt.

"Yes," she said at last in a weak voice.

"And did you like what you saw?"

Again the young girl hesitated. Finally, she spoke. "Yes, yes I did. It was a funny thing. I liked it. I mean not like I wanted to do it, but, God, Mike, I watched for about ten minutes. One minute my stomach shivered and the next minute I was all excited. I could feel my own juices in my vagina start to flow. Later, when I finished undressing I found my panties all wet from my juice. I found myself wishing that you were there and we could watch them together and then make love. It really excited me."

Mike could understand how Sandy felt. There is a part in all people that makes them like seeing forbidden things. It is part of learning and wanting to know what it is all about. It wasn't much different than the kicks a man gets from watching a strip tease show or like in this case, a couple of women who don't know that they are presenting a show for an audience. A psychologist had told Mike one time that there is a bit of the voyeur and the exhibitionist in all of us. There was nothing unusual in a man wanting to see the sweet pink lips of a cute girl's pussy and to maybe imagine sticking his cock into her, too. Mike supposed that the same would be true for a girl, too.

Sandy sat on the bed now with her arms wrapped around her and she shivered a little. Mike could see that just telling him about it made the images come back into her mind and she was excited about it again. She had involuntarily opened her legs to give him a look at the pouting lips of her slit.

To stop anything from developing right then he swung his feet out of the bed and stood up.

Sandy's eyes widened in surprise.

"Where are you going?" she asked. Mike could see that she had clearly expected something else.

"It's a shame to waste such a nice day like this," he said with a smile. "Hungry?"

Sandy looked at his still swollen cock.

"Yes," she said letting her tongue flick out to lick her lips in a gesture that needed no explanation.

Mike grinned.

"I mean for food."

"Well ... I ... , " Sandy began and then her face brightened and she jumped out of bed. Her smooth soft figure almost caused Mike to have some second thoughts, but he covered them by going to the chair with his clothes on it and stepping into his shorts.

"Okay," Sandy said. "I really could use something to eat. Other than you, I mean."

She padded into the bathroom and Mike heard the shower run for a few minutes. When she came back out she was in her bra and panties. Mike was dressed and waiting for her.

"How should I dress," she asked.

"Do you have anything special that you'd like to do?" Mike asked her. He wanted to be sure that she felt no displeasure over the fact that he had turned down her favors a moment before. It never did to let a girl brood about the fact that there was even one other thing in the world that you would rather do than to sink your cock into her eager cunt.

"Nothing special," she said.

"Then what say we stop at Leo's, get a couple of barbecued chickens, a case of cold beer and go out to the lake and have a picnic? We can eat, drink, swim and maybe come back into town and go to a movie later on tonight."

"Swim?" Sandy cried. "Swim? The water must still be frozen solid." Mike laughed.

"It was nearly seventy-five degrees outside at noon. The water will be warm enough."

Sandy stuck her tongue out at him.

"Big man," she mocked. "Big polar bear. Cut a hole in the ice and go swimming even if it's a hundred below zero."

But she walked over to her dresser and took a brief bathing suit from the bottom drawer and wrapped it in a huge beach towel. She pulled a red and white striped tee shirt over her head and put on a pair of red shorts. Then she ran a comb through her hair quickly and turned to Mike with a bright smile on her face.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Ready," she said. "How do I look?"

With her hands on her hips she twirled around.

"Good enough to eat."

Sandy eyed him with a glint of amusement in her pretty eyes.

She pretended to unbutton her shorts.

"Make up your mind," she taunted. "Whatever you prefer."

Mike laughed aloud, grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the apartment.

They stopped at Mike's apartment to get a swimming suit for him. He did not think that they would need suits actually. By the time that they were ready to get into the water it would probably be dark outside. But just in case and just to keep up the front he took his suit along.

Sandy had her funny quirks. They could sleep together all afternoon and she would let him fuck her and would even suck his cock, but if he suggested that they go swimming naked she might take offense and quite seriously get angry with Mike for treating her like a floozy. Some women are nuts, Mike mused. They have to preserve their self images. The wildest whore can get fiercely angry when somebody calls her a whore and the most prissy maiden who won't even look at her own tits when she washed them in the bath tub can get a real kick out of it when she knows that some man thinks that she may be a real hellion in bed. So who wants to give all the time and trouble needed to figure women out anyway.