Chapter 10
Rick had picked them up within fifteen minutes and had driven them to the cabin. He was like a kid on Christmas morning, bubbling over with love and with plans for their future.
Gail had just snuggled close to Rick, smiling happily as he outlined their life together. He would finish college, but they would be married at once, and go back to the eastern city where he was studying. They would rent an apartment and Bryan would finish up his high school.
They sat in the large room where the fireplace was, and the place had an aura of perfect peace. All of them had carefully avoided mentioning the scene that they had walked in on, but each knew that it eventually had to be talked about.
It was too fraught with danger to their happiness for them not to make certain Hazel would not be interfering ... especially in the case of Bryan.
"Should we call Hazel when we're married?" Rick asked of the both of them. "It might cool her off if she knew that there was nothing she could legally do about you, Gail. And I could apply for guardianship of Bryan until he's of legal age."
Bryan almost blurted out a loud "NO!" but he stayed quiet. Maybe Rick was right. It might just give them more time to straighten out their lives. And most of all, Bryan truly wanted Gail's marriage to be a happy one. He had come to have great respect and admiration for Rick Hale in the short time they had known each other ... especially at the way Rick had accepted the situation so maturely.
"Not until we're back East, honey. Is that ask-asking too much?" Gail said after a moment's thought.
Rick pulled her close to him, grinning at her. "Nagging already, huh?" he laughed. "Of course we can wait until then. When can we be married, darling?"
"I wish it could be tonight!" Gail said fervently, kissing his mouth hungrily. The desire for this wonderful man was filling her whole body, making her heart sing with joy.
Rick gathered her in his arms and kissed her back, trembling with passion as his hand went to her breast. It was dusk, and already the moon could be seen rising over the late. Rick loosed his arms and looked over at Bryan, his eyes twinkling devilishly.
"Bryan, would it be all right with you if we had some supper, then Gail and I took a ride? We've got some mighty important things to talk about."
Bryan's face was saucy and his eyes knowing as he replied, "You mean important things to do, don't you?"
"Smart aleck!" Gail laughed, her smile a radiant one.
"Of course it's all right. As a matter-of-fact, if you want, I'll drive into the village and get some food. That'll give you a chance to ... uh ... talk!" Bryan said wryly.
Rick grinned at him and reached for his car keys and tossed them to Bryan. "That's the best offer I've had today," he laughed.
Gail flashed her brother a look of gratitude, and Bryan left them there, waving his hand airily as he left.
Gail snuggled into his arms, loving the feel of his hands on her breasts. He was kissing her neck and ears, exciting her beyond containment.
"Rick ... let's not wait. I want you now," Gail said in a husky voice.
In reply, Rick began to slide her blouse up over her head, then he unhooked her bra and took it off. He moved in front of her and bent and kissed and sucked the nipples of both breasts. She felt lightning streaks of desire burning her body, and she slid her skirt and panties off with one movement, then reached for his belt and unfastened it. He raised up to allow her to take his pants and shorts off, and he wriggled out of his shirt quickly.
He pulled her to her feet, looking down at her naked loveliness in the dimness of the fading daylight. His penis was already hard and as he gathered her close to him, it throbbed against her pussy lips, nestling in the pubic hair. His hands moved down to her buttocks and he pulled her close. She reached down with one hand and took his stiff cock and rubbed the swollen head of it against the lips of her pussy, moaning with passion and desire as their tongues locked in a fiery kiss.
Rick surprised her by pushing her away suddenly, and picking her up in his arms. He carried her to the cot near the window and laid her down. He feasted his eyes on her sweet body for a long moment, then he said, "There's something I have to do first. I want to taste the sweetness of you in my mouth-I want to kiss every wonderful part of you."
"Ohhhh, Rick," she gasped, "I'd love it ... please hurry!"
He crawled down between her legs, pushing her thighs apart, caressing her pussy lips with his hands as his mouth went to her full breasts. His tongue pressed against the taut nipples and he sucked in mouthfuls of the yielding, smooth flesh. He felt her impatience, and he moved down on her body until his mouth was close to her vagina. He spread the lips of her vagina and inserted the tip of his tongue, finding the throbbing nub of flesh that was her clitoris, and his tongue began a gently caressing in and out movement that caused Gail to buck wildly in an effort to have his tongue even deeper inside her pussy.
Rick inserted his finger into her hot, moist cavern and moved it about, touching the inner walls of her vagina as he nipped gently at the elusive, bobbing clitoris. The pleasure was so overwhelming that Gail could not hold back. Her hips began to move up and down rapidly, and Rick's fingers jammed in deeper as his tongue flattened to keep constant contact with her clit.
She came with a scream of joy, and her entire body trembled with delight. She had never dreamed there could be so much sensual pleasure in the world as she was experiencing. Rick continued to gently lick her clitoris, until she subsided into a gasping, warm heap of flesh.
"I want you inside me, darling..." Gail moaned. "I need you. T want your cock so deep in me that it won't be able to ever get out!"
Rick silently moved up and she spread her legs. He knelt between them, spreading her wet pussy lips with one hand while he inserted his throbbing, siff cock into her with the other. Gail gasped at the feel of his large penis, as the head of it found her clitoris, and he began to move in and out of her. She began to moan and sigh. She couldn't find the words to let him know how wonderful he was, and how much she adored him.
She felt waves of pleasure sweeping over her, making her feel faint, and she raked Rick's back with her fingernails, feeling wanton and animalistic, wanting him to give her every inch of his wondrously thrilling cock.
Rick wanted to prolong it, but he knew he couldn't. Not this time. He'd been eaten with desire for this girl from the moment he'd laid eyes on her, and now she was his. He was conscious only of the tremendous thrill that she was giving him, and his hands went beneath her buttocks and his fingers dug deep into the mounds of womanly flesh, drawing her even closer to him.
Gail began to moan, "Oh, darling ... darling..." and Rick knew by her increasingly more rapid up-thrusts that she was about to have an orgasm. He thrust his cock into her hard and fast, and inside a few seconds, he felt her clit began to dance against his cock, and, at that instant, his semen spurted into her hot opening and electric shocks of ecstasy shot through his whole body.
They threshed about like two rutting animals, moaning, mumbling their love words, gasping and groaning. Although both had had tremendously satisfying orgasms, neither could let the other go. Gail rolled her hips about, and inside a couple of minutes, Rick's cock was erect again, and he resumed his thrusts into her hungry cunt.
This time, Rick tried to go slower and deeper, and as he pushed into her, his mouth was on hers and he was murmuring sweet words. "Darling Gail ... we'll show the whole world what love is ... we'll have the most wonderful marriage they've ever known. I adore you ... I need you ... I've needed you from the day I was born!"
"Oh, my sweet Rick ... my darling," Gail gasped. "I'll be the best woman on earth for you. I'll give you everything you've ever dreamed of ... everything ... forever."
Rick became aroused to the peak within two minutes, and Gail responded perfectly, so that when he came, he knew that she had had an orgasm only a split second before. They lay on their sides, his cock gradually softening inside her, their arms locked to each other's body, their mouths welded in a soul-joining kiss.
It was Gail who stirred first.
"Bryan will be coming back soon, darling," she said. "Let's get dressed." As she pulled away and rose, she bent over his face and looked deep into his eyes. Moonlight was streaming over them and she could see the love shining from his eyes.
"Darling ... I'm going to spend my whole life trying to make you happy ... to thank you for just being you." As he reached for her, she skipped away, grabbing her clothes and running for the bathroom.
As she washed and dressed, she began laughing to herself. Rick heard her and appeared at the bathroom door with a quizzical look. "What's funny?" he asked.
"I was just thinking ... wasn't Bryan cute about leaving us alone?" she giggled.
"Yeah," Rick agreed happily. "He's going to grow up to be a smart man. Maybe a foreign diplomat or something."
She started to reply when she heard Bryan's knock on the cabin door. It pleased her that he hadn't just barged in, and she gave Rick a happy smile. "Just in time," she quipped. She stepped out into the room and called, "Come on in-we're all through talking!"
She saw by his devilish grin that Bryan had caught her little joke. He was smiling as he unloaded two paper sacks on the table and said, "You two probably haven't any appetite, but I'm starving. While you're fixing supper, sis, I think I'll run down and take a dip. Mind?"
Gail walked over and slapped him on the butt. "Get out of here. I'll holler when it's ready."
Rick stood watching them with warm, happy eyes. "Hey," he said suddenly, "I don't have my suit, but there's no one around. Mind if I skinny dip with you, Bryan?"
"The more the merrier," Bryan replied, grateful for this man who had become such an important part of his and Gail's life. "Let's go."
The days had stretched into a month, Hazel James lived her life by the telephone, watching avidly for the mail each day. Her life had become a gin-sodden existence, and she didn't care. She had hired a woman to come in twice a week to clean, but she had no interest in keeping herself clean or even presentable. Life was without meaning for her. She had been so sure that Bradley would come back, after he'd had a good taste of loneliness, out there in a rough world. But there had been no word.
Most of the time, she wallowed in self-pity, but once in a great while, she found that she was honestly concerned about the well-being and happiness of her three mixed-up children. She felt little guilt about them, but she was worried about their welfare.
She was startled by the sound of the doorbell one morning, and almost unconsciously, she primped her hair and gathered her shabby, flimsy robe about her as she hobbled to answer it. Her heart was dancing with hope. Could it be Brad, at last? Or even Bryan and Gail?
She opened the door to find a seedy-looking young man of about Gail's age, with long, straggly hair, a beard and moustache that looked cruddy, and hippie clothes that gave off an offensive odor. He extended a large, fat envelope to her. "Special Delivery, lady."
Hazel took the envelope, suddenly aware that his eyes were probing through the filmy robe and feeding on her exposed breasts and the dark triangle of her crotch. She felt a sudden tingle in her loins and she blurted out, "I don't suppose you'd like a cup of coffee-a drink-or anything, while I get a tip."
She watched his eyes as they roved her body as if sizing her up sexually as a good or bad lay. Finally, his eyes met hers and he said, "Nah, lady. And forget the tip!" She saw disdain come to his eyes and his lip curled in a sneer as he whirled and walked away. For a fleeting instant, Hazel wanted to call after him .--. .to beg him to spend at least a few moments with her, but he was already on his motorcycle, zooming away. She closed the door with drooping mouth, her eyes somber.
She stared at the envelope, wishing her head wasn't throbbing so badly from the night before's binge. She sat in her chair and her fingers trembled as she tore it open. It was a legal paper, enclosed in a blue cover, and her heart sank. She had hoped it would be from Gail and Bryan. There was a letter enclosed, bearing the letterhead of a firm of attorneys in a large Eastern city. It was brief.
Dear Mrs. James:
Mr. and Mrs. Richard Hale, of this city, have retained my firm to represent them in a court action to make Mr. Hale the legal guardian of your minor son, Bryan Allen James. The hearing on this has been set for twenty days from the date of this letter, should you wish to appear and contest this petition. However, having been given the details of this action, I suggest that the interests of your son might best be served by your signing of the waiver I have enclosed.
May I hear from you at your earliest convenience on this matter?
Respectfully, Gerald I. Bernbaum
Hazel let the letter drop in her lap. She had lost. She knew that she didn't dare to face the courts, where she might end up being sentenced to jail, once her actions with her sons was revealed.
She rose and hobbled to the kitchen, where she took the gin bottle from the table and limped back into the living room. She took a deep gulp of gin from the bottle, then picked up the papers and went through them rapidly until she found the paper marked Waiver of Rights. She fumbled in the drawer of the nearby table and found a pen. With shaking hands, she scribbled at the bottom of the printed document, Hazel F. James.
She dropped the pen and the waiver, then picked up the gin bottle, staring at it with bleak eyes. "Empty..." she muttered. "Everything is always empty!"