Chapter 6
As soon as Jack had dropped her off at the hotel, he drove to a telephone booth at the corner of a service station down the street. The time was only a few minutes after midnight not too late to grab some quick fun, if a certain girl was at home. She had a phone in her room. Provided she said okay, Jack could get in through her bedroom window. He'd done that before, and her parents hadn't been the wiser.
After the excitement of touching and kissing Jill, he needed satisfaction. If he didn't manage to scare up some, he would be facing a rough night.
He flipped the telephone dial the required number of times, then waited while the ringing signal burred at his ear. Probably asleep he thought. Well, that was all right. They're usually pretty good after they've been snoozing awhile ... provided you give them enough time to wake up and get their wits about them.
"Hello ... "
"Linda? Jack Able. How're you, baby."
"Sleepy. That's how I am. What time is it."
"What's the difference? I want to come over."
"Now?"
"Right now. I can be there in five minutes."
"But my folks! They'd skin you alive ... and me, too."
"Your folks don't need to know Just make sure your window's open and the screen's unlatched."
"I don't know, Jack."
"Come on, sweetie. Don't be that way now."
"Why haven't you called me for awhile? You must have a new girl, huh?"
"I've been busy. They've had me working late at the office."
"Rombaugh's? Oh, come on!"
"No bull. I was there until eleven-thirty tonight. They're setting up a new billing system."
"You must be making a lot of overtime, huh?"
"That's right. Say ... how'd you like to go out with me tomorrow? One of the best spots in Boise. We'll spend some of that extra loot."
"What's the matter? Don't you have to work tomorrow night?"
"Nope. I get a night off. What do you say."
"Sounds good, Jack."
"Sure it does. Now, how about letting me come over tonight."
"Well ... "
"Please, baby."
Linda chuckled softly. "You must really have a lotta steam on, huh?"
"Have I! Baby, I'll bounce you through that bed!"
"That sounds pretty good," she murmured. She was warming up.
"Doesn't sound half as good as it's going to feel," Jack said boldly. He knew Linda Samuels well. She wasn't the subtle type ... and she certainly wasn't any prude.
"Okay, honey," she murmured. "Come on over. But please be quiet, huh? My folks would really skin me."
"Don't worry," he said. "Stay wide awake. I'll just be five minutes."
"Do you think I could go back to sleep now, you silly?"
"That's my girl," he murmured, made a kissing sound at the phone and repeated, "Five minutes." He hung up.
As he walked from the phone booth back to his car, he thought, Well, at least the evening isn't a total loss. That Jill she could be bad for a guy's nerves. Darned good thing there are girls who are willing.
He hadn't given up on Jill by any means. As a matter-of-fact, he wanted her more strongly than ever
... now that he'd gotten a few kisses and some feels. She was a Grade-A item, and this realization had been responsible for his sudden change of mind when he'd had her with him at that lonely spot in the car. She was too good to force. He was afraid she might put up a real fight, and that would spoil a lot of the pleasure particularly since they would be fighting in the cramped quarters of a car. Jill was the sort who should be enjoyed at leisure, when she wanted to play as much as he did. Then he could lead her along all the avenues of pleasure, and they could take all night for the grand tour.
She was a funny one, but he would figure her out and bring her around. She was a challenge that would lend life a little extra spice.
He climbed behind the wheel of his Plymouth Fury and fired up the engine. Linda Samuels, here I come! he thought. You'd better have that window open.
Linda's window was open and her screen was unlatched. No problems. Jack pushed the screen, climbed over the sill, then he and the girl were embracing in a pool of moonlight at the center of her room.
Linda was totally nude.
She was a pretty girl, though there was nothing unusual about her. And she was too easy to be particularly stimulating. But at a time like this, she came in handy.
Blonde and blue-eyes, Linda was average in height and had good breasts. They were not the equal of Jill's ... but whose were? Lordy, that doll had a set!
Now that Jack had hold of Linda's, ,he wasn't about to complain. They were a little squashy, true, but they were warm and pointed. He dropped his hands at her sides as she clung to his back, and they kissed deeply. His fingers crawled around the half-globes of her bottom. He clutched, his finger-tips teasing the cleavage.
She was very warm for him and that was good. The phone call, plus five minutes of anticipation, had made her ready. This was all Linda required. He wouldn't have had to caress her any more at all if he hadn't wanted to.
But Jack did want to.
He wanted to stoke her up to the point where she would become very anxious. For when Linda became anxious, she became aggressive. And when Linda was aggressive ... well, there just wasn't anything she wouldn't do.
After he had caressed her boldly for several minutes, and their kissing had continued for all that time, he suddenly drew his mouth away and swung her up into his arms. She let out a happy cry as he carried her to the bed.
"Shh," he whispered. "Your parents. Remember?"
"Oh, yes," she breathed. "I forgot for a minute. When you treat me this way, honey, I just go crazy. A little more of that petting and I'd be willing to tussle on Main Street at high noon."
"I'll pet you some more," he promised as he let her down on the mattress. "I'll kiss you, too. How'd you like to have your toes kissed, huh? I haven't done that for a long while."
"Ohh, that sounds ducky f
"Well, hold everything then. First I've got to get as naked as you are."
She giggled and whispered, "There just isn't any more naked than this."
Jack was pulling at his clothes, tossing the jacket away, then the tie. He got his shirt off and followed quickly with his trousers, his shoes and socks, and finally his shorts. Now he was as naked as she.
He took the two steps to the bed, where she had been twisting and turning like a freshly caught flounder on the bottom of a boat. He depressed the mattress with his knees.
"Now," he said, "where are those little toes?"
She giggled again. "You really wanta start there?"
"I believe a fellow should start at the bottom and work his way up."
She raised a set of dainty toes to his face. "Mmmmm you're ambitious."
Jack held her ankle with both hands and kissed each toe in turn. Then he kissed her instep and her ankle. As his lips began to slide along, his hands slid, also. One of them slid on the outside of her leg as far as her knee, and the other one slid ... all the way.
"Ohh!" Linda cried. "Oh, baby! Mmmmm ... unn ... I can't wait!"
"You won't have to wait long," Jack promised her between moist velvety nips at her flesh. "I just want to ... kiss your knees a little ... and here ... here ... and..." He skipped to her navel.
She said, "Oh," petulantly.
He kissed all around her waist, then continued upward. He crawled forward at the same time and, as he did this, Linda's angling legs achieved their purpose. As he began to kiss her breasts, cradling them between his hands and twisting his face from side to side, she tried to bring their game to the final phase.
But this was too quick, as far as Jack was concerned.
He wanted more from her that night. He wanted all she had to give.
He raised his face from her bosom and sat back on his haunches. The moonlight was bright enough to permit them to see one another pretty well.
"Do you like me, baby?" he asked. "Really like me, I mean?"
"Jack, you know I do!"
"Do you want to make me really happy?"
"Ohh, yes."
"Then ... "
If she had any doubt about his meaning, he made this clear by the movement of one hand. Linda's eyes narrowed and her lips went slack. He helped her sit up.
Her hands went to him first, and then he felt her lips. She was kissing him warmly and wonderfully ... giving him all the excitement he needed on that particular night. Her head bobbed and twisted, blonde hair shining in the moonlight.
He didn't want too much of this just enough to set him up so that he could get maximum enjoyment from the other. He pushed her away roughly, pressing her shoulders against the mattress. He had to move only a Utile to bring them together, for her grip about his back helped.
He went all the way and she cried open-mouthed, twisting and arching in one fluid motion acting as if she couldn't get enough.
Jack had just started, though. Before he was through, she would have plenty.
He worked in a deliberate yet forceful way, claiming her to the full as she moved against him. He dug his hands beneath her soft buttocks, squeezed and aimed her exactly the way he wanted so that each of them would enjoy the maximum thrill with every motion.
She gasped and moaned, and the bed was making a pretty loud racket. If her parents didn't hear some of that, they would have to be deaf, Jack thought. But he didn't ease up. Let them hear, for all he cared. Linda would have to make the explanations, not he. The worst that might happen would be that her mother or father would come to the door and rap. If that happened, he could finish quickly, grab up his clothes and leave the room the way he'd come in.
Surely Linda had locked the door.
Or had she?
Maybe he had better find out. As he continued to love her, he grated, "Did you ... lock the ... door?"
"Nohhh..." she breathed hoarsely. "I ... forgot." Jack cursed but kept going. Even the possibility of being walked in upon wasn't going to stop him now. Linda wasn't asking him to stop, either. The last thing she wanted him to do at that moment was to get out of her bed.
Jack let her buttocks go and dropped his body, running his arms around her upper back. Better get it over with, he thought, and now the bed really began to rock. Jack moved fiercely at her. She cried out.
Linda stayed with his rhythm, her hips pounding. He was getting there. He could glimpse the prize just barely above his reach.
At that moment there was a click and the door opened. "Linda?" (Her mother's voice.) The ceiling light went on.
Her mother screamed as Jack continued to love Linda, and the girl at that precise moment reached her own quivering epitome of pleasure. She sobbed and clutched him and seemed to turn to pudding.
One ... two ... then he was finishing, too. He shuddered as fulfillment racked his body, speeding the passion from him.
"Oh, gosh ... oh, gosh..." Linda muttered as she twisted on the pillow and stared at the empty doorway from which her mother had fled. The woman could be heard, down the hall, calling to Linda's father for assistance.
Giddily Jack wondered what the devil she expected the old man to do at a time like that. But he didn't waste time making wry comments. He jumped off the bed, scooped up his clothes, and said, "Call you tomorrow."
"Jack ... Jack..." the girl moaned.
But he was already vaulting over the window sill on his way back to the car. He pulled his shorts on in the middle of the Samuels' lawn, then his pants. He opened the car door, got his arms in his shirt, and tossed the rest of his things on the back seat. He jumped behind the steering wheel, started the car, and backed up the street without turning on his headlights. In case Linda's mother hadn't identified the nude man with her daughter, Jack didn't want to give himself away now.
The arrival of Linda's mother had provided the sort of shock he didn't care for, but this hadn't interfered with his satisfaction. He had gotten what he was after. Now he could go home and get some sleep.