Chapter 11
When Dee reached John's apartment, she started to knock. But she saw lights burning inside, the front door was ajar, and she pushed the panel open. His car was parked in front; he couldn't be far away. Maybe he was in the bathroom or had walked down the street.
She clutched her handbag nervously and decided to wait for him.
Suddenly she became aware of noises overhead. Perfectly natural. Nell Winter, the buxom widow, was moving around. Then, very clearly, came the sound of a door opening and John's chuckle.
Dee shivered. What was he doing upstairs in Nell's house?
She stared at the ceiling and noticed an older ventilator; it was covered above, apparently by a rug, but that was all.
"... mmmmm, that big thing looks awfully good, honey!" A woman's intimately-pitched voice, and it was Nell's!
Dee could hardly believe her senses.
"I like that thin nightie, baby." That was John's voice! They sounded like they were partially high on liquor.
Nell's at least fifty years old, Dee thought, her knees weak, her brain spinning. What's John doing up there? He's just a boy.
A tell-tale creaking and a feminine laugh underlined what might soon be going on upstairs. The room directly above must be Nell's bedroom.
"Ohhh, you naughty thing!" Nell giggled, almost sickeningly. "Are you going to go down on me?"
Dee shuddered and dropped into a chair. She closed John's door. She had to be very sure about this; then she was going to leave and never come back. He had been to a whore house and now he was having illicit sex with his landlady! And the way they talked.
I decided I was going to talk sexy with John, but I couldn't; I was tongue-tied. I was frozen. I let go with Terri the last time; I opened my legs and waved my tits while she did her thing. Why did I hide in the darkness with John?
Well, he's the only guy I ever dated. I can't learn to swing the very first time. Ohhh, I hate that Nell. He's going to put his mouth on her pussy. How can he? Well, I didn't satisfy him; he's found someone who appreciates his passion.
"Ohhhh-wow!" came Nell's excited cry. The bed creaked suggestively.
Dee felt hot juice flow from her pussy into her thin, new, lacy pink panties she had put on just for him. Her tits were swelling, tingling. She had to leave, she couldn't bear this awful listening any longer. Why torture herself? She knew the truth, now. Let them enjoy their drunken orgy!
But she couldn't move. She was fascinated, she wanted to learn. Of course, she had heard Carl and Sarah going at it often enough, but this was different. She hated Carl, and right upstairs was the young man she wanted more than anyone else. He had found a passionate, lively bedmate and he was giving her thrill after thrill.
"Ohhhh!" came dramatically from the bedroom above. "Ohhhh, John, I'm coming!"
The bed started shaking, several glad, feminine cries followed, and Dee felt fresh moisture oozing from her pussy. She's climaxing!
Now a pleased, satisfied laugh came from Nell.
"Ohhhh, that's good when you use your tongue like that, honey."
Dee shivered, a hard ache building in her cunt. This excited her more than eavesdropping on Carl and Sarah. She was almost ready to have an orgasm. The need was sharp and insistent.
The bed quieted. Evidently they were planning to rest before another fuck. Maybe they had been playing around in some other part of the house. Obviously they had been drinking.
"How was your date with Dee Evans, honey?" Nell asked.
"How did you know-?" he began.
Nell laughed. "Oh, I can tell you're crazy about someone; it must be her. I think she's a very attractive girl. Such long, long legs."
Dee sat straight in the chair, her heart thudding, her nipples tingling.
"She's really great!" he said. "I hope you don't mind."
"No, honey. I wish this could last a long time, but I know guys, and girls. Some gal is going to grab you and marry you-and I wish I was thirty years younger."
"We had an argument," John said.
"So what? I should be terribly jealous, but I can't be, as long as you're chasing Dee. What happened?"
"Well, she's scared. And when I'm with her I'm scared, too."
"I was, too, at your age. Keep trying." She laughed cozily. "I wish I could give you both some lessons on sex."
"You've got to be kidding!" he exclaimed.
"No," Nell answered. "I watched Dee grow up. I know how lonely she is, because I was the same way, at her age. My husband had an awful time with me, in bed. I thought sex was kind of dirty and something to put up with. It took me over a year to have really good orgasms."
"But-I couldn't get it in her!" John burst out.
"Well, honey. Give the poor girl a chance! Play with her. I know that now, but I didn't know it, years ago. So what if you aren't a big, big man the first time? I'd bet my bottom dollar she's a virgin. Keep taking her out and take it easy with her. You've got to break a sensitive girl in just right, or she'll turn off and she'll never give you a good, hot ride!"
Dee felt such a wash of gratitude toward Nell that she couldn't be really jealous. She was coaching John. And, unknowingly, she was coaching Dee, too.
"Did you whisper some sexy words in her ear?" Nell asked.
"I was tongue-tied," John exclaimed.
"Well, I understand. You haven't been around much, either, honey. Send her some flowers, tell her you really crave her. Give her a ring. She'll start turning on, you mark my words."
"Nell, I don't know how to thank you!" John exclaimed.
The bed creaked. "Oh, yes you do, honey!" Nell laughed, meaningfully. "Right!" John answered.
A long, long silence followed. Dee shivered and started to rise. She had heard quite enough. The thought of John doing it to Nell hurt Dee terribly-but how could she protest?
"Ohhh-ohhhh-that's the way," Nell gasped. The bed jiggled. "I love it when you sock it in deep!"
The erotic tension in Dee's loins suddenly broke. Heavenly sweet twitchings seized her cunt, her hips lurched in the chair and her pussy went twang.
She imagined John's big cock sliding rhythmically in Nell's pussy, she could almost see his ass rising and falling as the bed sighed its tell-tale noises. The pulsings and throbbings in her cunt had never been sweeter! She was having it.
When the shivery rapture began to fade, she sneaked from the chair, opened the door very quietly and tiptoed out of John's apartment.
She had experienced quite enough for one day. She had to go home now and try to sort out the good from the bad, the right from the wrong. For once in her life she was glad she had eavesdropped. Maybe there was hope for her, yet.
"Easy now, honey!" Nell panted, holding his hips. "Make me wait for this one!"
John, having already climaxed several times with Dee earlier in the day, had no real trouble waiting. Kissing Nell on the cunt and getting her to come with his tongue and lips had been terrifically exciting, however. Right at her point of no return, when she had started shaking and yelling, he had imagined he was driving his tongue into Dee's pussy!
Nell might be right about Dee; he blamed himself for the afternoon's fiasco. She was a sensitive girl. Would she give him another chance?
"Now, make it real slow, honey," Nell breathed, releasing her grip on his hips.
He pushed his prick to the bottom of her cunt and let it soak a few seconds. She trembled, her pussy fluttered deliciously, caressing his cock with feathery fingers. Her heavy thighs drew back farther, she adjusted the pillow under her ass. She pushed her big tits higher and he mouthed a dark, stiff nipple.
"Mmmmm!" she panted. "You're learning, honey. Now jab it real easy! Out slowly and in fast. Uhhhh. That's the way! Bring me just a little more and rest." I "Ohhhh, John! Wonderful."
Her cunt tightened voluptuously. A strained expression passed across her face.
"Just a few more times, honey," she moaned.
shuddering. "Hold it. Don't come yet!"
John found that he could resist the temptation to explode. The last time they had fucked she had let him rut and thrust like an animal. Now he was learning a few of the fine points of fucking.
He mouthed the other swollen nipple. The erotic tension was building.
"Ohhhh!" she wailed. "Almost!"
His knob ached, he was breathing very hard. He couldn't wait much longer. But he was able to drive again without coming.
"Ohhhh-ohhh!" Nell wailed. "Now, honey, now. Break it in my pussy! Pour it to me, hard!"
His head lifted from her bulging tits, he braced his knees and began slamming her.
As he poked he felt her pussy begin its sweet writhings and churnings. She shouted fiercely, her ass jiggled, her tits heaved, he was pouring his hot come deep into her. Her orgasm sucked more juice from his balls. The bed swayed and rattled. She wailed again and her big legs clenched around him. He was coming!
When Dee came home after work Monday night she saw a big bouquet of flowers on her doorstep. She rushed along the walk and seized the container, lifting it, admiring the mixture of freshly-cut blooms. Taking her prize inside, she opened the envelope with shaking fingers.
"For Dee, a very special girl. John."
She was so excited she almost dropped the container. She placed it on a table and sank into a nearby chair, heart hammering, her face flushed with joy. A cozy warmth possessed her cunt and her tits.
He does care, she thought, deliciously. Ohhhh, I don't care what he did with Nell. She knows a few things about life. My first flowers from a fellow. I adore him, I want him!
At seven-thirty, her telephone rang, and at eight o'clock John was coming through the door of her apartment.
When he reached for her she almost leaped into his embrace. Again their mouths collided, but there was an extra sweetness in their kisses, now. She had been in agonies of uncertainty all day at work, and the flowers had lifted her. She hoped there wouldn't be another terrible let-down.
He hadn't suggested going out, so she had put on a nightie and a dressing gown and bedroom slippers, nothing else. She had showered and fixed her hair and makeup. A smart girl had to be prepared for anything.
Although her cunt was heating as he drew her close, and although she could feel his bigness under his pants, thrusting out, this was different. A dreamy warmth was invading her whole being, arms and lips and especially her long legs. She was hot everywhere!
Their mouths broke apart and he fumbled in his jacket pocket.
"Dee, I've done some awful things," he muttered, his face flushed. "But-would you wear this?"
He opened a small black container and there, nestled in pink silk, was a big diamond on a white gold ring. The gem caught the lights of the living room and its sparkle dazzled her eyes.
"Ohhh, John!" she breathed, shaking violently.
Twenty minutes later just one lamp burned in the living room, they were seated on the sofa, pressed together, kissing eagerly. The ring was on the right finger, she was still dazed, still hardly able to believe what was happening. I'm engaged!
"Ohhh, honey," she panted, against his throat. She remembered what Nell had said. "I want you-I just crave you!"
He trembled, his right hand began to open her gown at the throat. She could see the big cock in his pants, she felt the passion in his seeking fingers.
"Do things to me, honey," she whispered. "All kinds of things."
"Are you-afraid?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
"Not like I was, yesterday," she said, feeling his fingers on her bare, swelling tits. "I-failed."
"Hell, I rushed you, darling," he gasped.
"No! It was my fault. I've done some bad things-" I let Terri make out with me; that was bugging me, and it still is, she thought.
"I don't believe it," he said, fastening his mouth on her lips again. She opened wide for his tongue, and in it came. It stroked deliciously in and out. Her nipple was tingling in his palm, her pussy was flaming. Her frantic hopes and wishes were coming true, and her passion was climbing.
I must be bolder, she thought. I have to show him how much I want him.
She reached for the cock in his pants. She touched it, pressed it. Her tits lurched, her legs shook, her need became a torch in her loins.
I'm coming already, she thought. I don't care. I'm not ashamed of that any more. It shows how much I need him. Ohhhh, its sweet and hot and dripping with honey. I'm going to let him know how good it really is.
A tearing deep in her pelvis signaled her joy. She gripped his covered cock, she kicked her legs and bucked her hips wildly.
His mouth pulled away, just a little and she spoke into his lips.
"Oh, honey! OHHHHH-OH, now!"
"Darling, darling," he breathed. "Have it."
She quieted, feeling the sweet come drip from her pussy. Nell was so right! Being just a little bold and forward was fun!
Maybe some girls didn't explode as quickly as she did, but wasn't that good? A man wanted a nice, hot gal, didn't he? Her own words of enjoyment had made her climax all the sweeter.
She cuddled in the curve of his left arm, breathing against his throat. She belonged to somebody, she was his girl. Sex wasn't dirty. It wasn't evil. She wasn't running, as she had at the cocktail lounge, shamed by her responses. She was admitting her need, and she wanted more.
"Darling, I won't rush you again. I'll do better."
She felt so warm and delicious and wanted, she found herself almost cooing her answer.
"Honey, I still want you to do things to me."
He trembled.
"I'm not being fair to you," she breathed.
He trembled again, his cock growing even larger. She was still fondling it. I wish I could have it in me tonight. Then I'd be really engaged.
But I can't turn into a whore in one evening, she thought. I don't want to seem ridiculous. He's had more experience than I have. I'll just encourage him and be bolder and see what happens.
"Should I-undress?" he asked.
"Yes," she whispered, squeezing his cock again.
"Do you want the lights out, honey?" "I-think one light would be all right," she said. I do want to see him, she thought. I've touched him and felt his prick, but now I'd love to look at it, up close. Would he think I was awful if I sucked his big, wonderful cock?