Chapter 9

Randy was in town. In fact, he had been there for almost a year, his sister said. He'd moved down from New York and now lived over on Cantrell, a rather exclusive part of town.

She drove her car on the winding road, looking for the house number. When she finally located his house-in a secluded wooded section-she parked a couple of blocks down the street and walked the rest of the way. She stood outside the Tudor-style house for several seconds, then rapped the brass knocker.

"I'm looking for Randy ..." she began, then stopped, gasping at the balding, heavy-set man. "Randy? Is ... is that you?"

"Hi, Susan!" the man said. "It's me all right. Come on in."

Susan was ushered into a rather charming living room done in browns and blues. On the mantle, in silver frames, were pictures of a rather intense-looking, dark-haired woman. Beside them were photographs of two children, obviously school pictures. At the end was another one of Randy in Bermuda shorts, holding a large fish in one hand. She hardly recognized the squinting eyes, the bony knees.

"Well, it looks as if you landed on both feet," she said nervously. "Your sister tells me you've been here about a year."

"Yeah," he said, sitting opposite her in a tufted, Queen Anne chair, "Estelle and I came down with the company."

"The company?" Susan repeated, still stunned. "Dr. Pepper," he said proudly. "I'm in charge of the mid western accounts."

"I see," Susan said, her tone indicating clearly that she didn't. "Dr. Pepper."

"You surprised?" he asked, smiling.

God, did he have a gold tooth? Susan said to herself.

"Quite frankly, I am," she said. "The last I heard, you were going on some banana boat to ... " "Aw that," he said, gesturing with his hand, taking a sip of a martini with the other, "I met Estelle the day I was supposed to leave, and one thing lead to another and ..."

"So I see," Susan said, glancing again at the photographs of his children.

"Her father is a bigwig with Dr. Pepper. Owns quite a bit of the stock, in fact, and ..."

Susan turned off whatever he said next. It was obviously a speech he'd repeated many times over, and anyway, she had to think.

Was this really Randy? Or was this another of his jokes? Could this . . . person be the same one who had been the heartthrob in high school, who had screwed her on the principal's desk? He looked like a cheap imitation, turned out to please a less discriminating public.

"So I sent the wife and kids to do some shopping so we could amuse ourselves like old times," he said, winding up.

The wife and kids? Amuse ourselves, for God's sake?

Before she had time to react, he had crossed the room and lifted her in his meaty arms. His mouth was on hers, his hands everywhere, it seemed.

"We don't have much time," he whispered, pulling her toward the bedroom. "Let's make the most of it."

Although Susan wasn't exactly turned on, she wasn't disgusted, either. It was still Randy, no matter what. And he sure did know how to kiss. She felt her pussy throb with anticipation like it had in the good old days.

When they entered the bedroom, he tore at her clothes, then his own. He lay her down on the bed and crawled between her legs, pushing himself forward. His rock-hard cock was probing at the entrance to her cunt, his balls crawling up the insides of her thighs. He kissed her again, this time more demandingly, stabbing his tongue into her mouth.

"Baby, you can't imagine how many times I've thought about this moment," he gasped, running his fingers over her swollen tits. "God, just like in high school. Remember all the times we fucked all night?"

"Oh . . . yes," Susan whispered, closing her eyes. In her mind she could see that eager, young face, feel the firm young body. Yes, this was Randy all right. Her passion was mounting wildly, ready to split her guts.

"I . . . I've thought about this moment, too," she said, raking her nails over his back.

"Ready for my big cock?" he murmured, lifting his hips. "Huh, baby? You been thinking about that?"

In answer, Susan grasped his prick with both hands and guided the tip of it into her puckered cunt opening. As it slipped inside, she screamed out with an immediate climax. She threw her legs upward, then wrapped them around his pumping ass, clamping her ankles together.

"Fuck! Fuck . . . meeeeee!" she panted.

"Wow . . . still the same old wildcat, aren't you?" Randy grinned. "If Estelle was half the woman you are ... " His words became a muffle as he locked his lips around her right tit. He then sucked the mound in as far as it would go and bit into the delicate flesh. He worked his ass up and down savagely, drilling in and out at full speed.

"Fuck it, baby," he grunted, clawing at her shoulders. "God, baby, screw it all the way in."

Another sweet explosion of raw release shot into Susan's guts when she felt the base of his cock expand. He would be blowing his load any second, she thought, those glorious wads of cum she remembered so well. She slid her feet under her ass and jerked her hips upward, completely impaling him inside her cunt.

"Give it to me, you bastard!" she cried, biting her lower lip. "Shove it to me! Make it . . . make it good!"

"Oh . . . it is . . . good," Randy growled, moving his hands across her thighs. He yanked her legs brutally apart and humped upward, driving his iron-like cock forward. When it penetrated fully, he felt his balls burst with release.

"Oh . . . shit! Shit!" he cried out, every muscle in his body flexing, his skin beaded with sweat.

Susan's climax exploded again when the first of his tremendous cum-lead plowed into her cunt. She froze for a second, then began punching her hips up and down, shivering as the juices sloshed about his plunging cock.

"Give it to me!" she yelled, thrashing about wildly. "Goddamn you . . . give . . .me every wonderful . . . drop!"

While he slammed in the rest of his gigantic load of jism, Susan's body trembled with one fantastic orgasm after another. Soon she was in a constant state of excitement. She was almost glad when her pleasures subsided some moments later. She felt spent, exhausted.

"Well, you sure haven't forgotten how to fuck," she said, her chest heaving, her breath coming fast and hard. "That's for sure!"

They lay molded together for a long while, then pulled apart, looking at each other. Finally, Randy reached out and cupped her tits, then kissed them tenderly.

"You still remember how to suck cock?" he teased. "Hell, I remember one night when ..."

"Judge for yourself," Susan said, interrupting. She scrambled between his legs and lowered her face to his cum-smeared crotch. "I'll do it just like then," she added, licking the hard, buttery surface.

She played with his cock for a few seconds, jacking it slowly with her hands, kissing it with her mouth. Then, when she felt the pressure of his hands at the back of her head, she gobbled it entirely into her throat and pursed her lips.

"God . . . you're the only one who can do it like that," Randy gasped, watching her with a fascinated expression. "Take . . . take it all the way in and lick me dry, cocksucker."

Susan pulled his legs farther apart and fully burrowed between his thighs. As she sucked the cockbase with her munching lips, she felt his balls swell against her chin. She cupped them and rolled the loose folds of skin over her cheeks. She could feel a fresh load of jism building, vibrating like bees.

"Mmmmmmm," she gurgled, squeezing her legs together, feeling his cum ooze over her clit.

"Faster, baby . . . and all the way in," Randy said, rocking his hips back and forth.

"Christ. . . that's good.'* Susan worked her head up and down furiously, digging her nails into his thighs. As she sucked, he seemed to grow to twice his already huge size, filling her throat. She gobbled down a couple of seconds later and held herself there, moaning as another flash of climax tore at her cunt.

"Mmmmfffff!" she choked, freezing with raw release.

"Ready?" Randy grunted, wrapping his meaty legs around her shoulders. He crushed her face with his crotch and humped upward. As his cum spurt up the center of his cock, he rolled to one side.

"I. . . I'm . . . there!" he yelled, blasting in the first of his tremendous load.

"Aaaaghhhh!" Susan choked, swallowing the greasy wads of jism with eager gulps. The heat from his juices filtered through her guts, inflaming her cunt again. She bucked with a storm of pleasure, baring her teeth, scraping at the pulsating cockbase. She gave another throaty gurgle, then let his prick slip from her mouth. It flopped against his stomach and throbbed like an angry, spitting snake.

"No," he grunted, grabbing his cock and forcing it back between her lips. "Take . . . take it all, baby."

When Susan clamped her lips around his cockhead, a final blast of molten cum showered the back of her throat. Slowly, it dripped down her esophagus, steaming through her nostrils.

"Perfect," Randy grunted, falling back, letting his legs slide off her shoulders. "God, what a trip down memory lane!"

After she cleaned him up with her mouth, she sat back on her haunches and looked at him. Sure, he had changed a lot over the years-both mentally and physically-but he was every bit as wonderful in bed. She wondered suddenly what he was thinking about her. When he spoke, it was almost as if he had been reading her mind.

"You haven't changed a bit," he said, stroking her arms. "Christ, you make me feel so old."

"Well, I have a husband, a house, the usual stuff," she said sadly. "I ... I guess we can't ever go back, can we?"

"Who would want to?" he said, puzzled. "Now that I'm working for Dr. Pepper and ..."

"Yeah, I know," Susan said. "The idea of banana boats seems kinda silly, doesn't it."

They remained silent for a long while, lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Susan got off the bed and began dressing. Randy lit up a cigar and watched her.

"You're happy, then?" she asked, moving toward the door.

"As a lark," he said honestly. "Yourself?"

"I guess I am," she said slowly. "Sometimes it's hard to know."

"Christ, seeing you brings back such memories," he said, smiling. "We sure had fun, didn't we?"

"Sure did," she replied.

"Hey," he said as she walked out the door. "Let's get together again. Real soon."

"Sure," she said, smiling. "I'm in the book. My name's Cortney now."

"I'll call you, Mrs. Cortney," he said, knowing he wouldn't.

"And I'll be waiting to hear the phone ring," she replied, knowing she wouldn't.

It was a one-shot deal, they both knew.

Susan walked out into the glare of the sun and laughed. She realized suddenly she didn't want to go back, that she'd been a fool for trying. Things change, people change. She would have to tell Bob he was right. She would then settle down to the obligations of a husband and a home.

But first she had to say goodbye to Jeff and Robbie. She got in the car and drove in the direction of the university, feeling free and alive.