Chapter 6

It was a warm balmy evening in St. Petersburg. The moonlight shone on the waters of the Gulf, shimmering like silver ribbons on the nearly still waters. Randy had told Cathy how warm the waters were and promised her he would take her swimming the next day so she could see for herself.

"It almost looks nice enough to swim in now," she said.

"We'll use the pool tonight," he said, "after Pete gets here."

"And where is this Pete?" she asked. Linda, Randy and she had been sipping Bloody Maries for what seemed like hours. She was restless and somewhat apprehensive.

"Oh, if you knew Pete you wouldn't worry," said Linda. "He'll be along any minute now."

"The way you both act, he must be somebody really special."

Randy and Linda laughed.

"Oh, he is," said Linda. "Very special."

Cathy's eyebrows rose slightly, but she didn't say anything. Music from the stereo poured softly through the room. The lighting was low keyed and seemed to bring the night itself inside the quadruplex apartment. There were vodka, scotch and bourbon on the kitchen counter, along with soda, 7-up, cola and tomato juice. An ice bucket and glasses stood handily-next to the liquor. Linda had even placed candles here and there throughout the living room. Cathy liked the atmosphere, even though she couldn't help wondering why the party was so small. Linda had told her, though, that for her first night there they didn't want a lot of people. She had begun to feel special herself. Randy was attentive, but not possessive. She was glad of that. She had been slightly worried that he would think she belonged to him just because they had had sex together.

The knock on the door came while she was gazing once more out the window. The Gulf was hypnotic. She couldn't help thinking how cold it would be at the beach in San Francisco. Foggy, too. Here it was clear and serene, like some tropical isle. Below, the pool shone with an eerie green light. It was deserted and the high fence assured the privacy of swimmers. It, too, looked as inviting as the Gulf waters.

"Pete!" Linda exclaimed. "It's about time you showed up!"

Cathy was hardly prepared for the tall handsome man who strode through the doorway, a clinking sack in his arms. Wide-shouldered, dark, he looked, she thought, like a movie star. She hadn't heard anyone mention his last name and for the first time she wondered what it was. In fact, she mused, neither Linda nor Randy had told her what Pete did for a living. She gathered, however, that he wasn't a pilot and that he lived in St. Pete. Where she got that idea she didn't know, but for some reason she believed that he was a local, someone they looked forward to seeing on these flights to Florida.

"Pete, I want you to meet Cathy, one of our newest stews. Cathy, this is Pete, local attorney, raconteur, lover of the flesh, bon vivant and downright cad!"

Cathy stretched out her hand to shake his as he put the sack down on the table by the door, but she was startled when he grabbed it and pulled her to him. He squeezed her in a rough embrace, forcing the breath out of her.

"Glad to meet you, Cath," he said lustily, "welcome to St. Pete."

He released her and his blue eyes appraised her, up and down, liking what they saw. She felt like a doll in a showcase, on display. His easy smile soon put her at ease, but she had to admit that she was overwhelmed by the presence of this tall handsome man. And, she thought, she had been right. He did live here and now she knew what he did for a living—he was a lawyer.

"Well, Pete," said Randy, "the party's complete. I hope you brought a thirst with you."

Pete began reaching into the sack he had brought.

"I not only brought a thirst, I brought some libations to go with it." He pulled out a bottle of B & B, a bottle of Haig & Haig Pinch and two bottles of rare Sherry.

"Pete, you shouldn't have," Linda said, giving him a kiss on the mouth. "But it was very thoughtful. The Sherry will go well with the filets Randy brought over. Are you hungry?"

"I'm hungry, all right," said Pete. "But after seeing Cathy, I'm not sure it's food I want."

"Well, that's why I got filets," said Randy. "They're small and won't take much time to eat, but wrapped in bacon, smothered in mushrooms, they'll be perfect with the Sherry you brought."

"Cathy, freshen your Bloody Mary," said Linda, "while I fix Pete a scotch on the rocks. The Pinch, Pete?"

"Fine," he said. "Now, Cathy, come over here on the couch with me and tell me your life story.

Cathy fixed herself another Bloody Mary, a little stiffer than she meant to, and joined Pete on the couch while Linda set the table for four and Randy put the finishing touches to the steaks. She was in a daze sitting next to the tall man, whose age she figured to be about twenty-nine or thirty. There was something familiar about him but she knew she had never met him before. She would have remembered if she had. She barely knew what to say to him, but found him a charming conversationalist. He told her about his law practice in St. Petersburg and little else. He certainly didn't come on like the stud that Linda had made him out to be. She was charmed and surprised by his easygoing approach, flattered by his attentions to her. She realized that she had told him very little about herself, so absorbed was she by his presence.

"Come on you two," Linda said shortly, "it's time to sit down to the table. Pete, you pour the Sherry."

The foursome ate leisurely, chatting about previous parties, future plans and the contrast between California and Florida. The Sherry had a rich nutty taste that Cathy enjoyed. It went down well with the medium-rare filet mignons. For dessert, Pete poured them all B & Bs, which further relaxed Cathy, made her feel all warm inside. These were good friends, she decided, and she felt privileged to know them.

Second rounds of B & Bs were poured as Linda and Cathy swept up the dishes and put them in the sink for morning. Randy and Pete met the girls in the living room where they handed them the after-dinner drinks.

"How about a toast?" said Pete. "Here's to the four of us on an enchanted evening. Fate brought us together for a special reason."

The four clinked small glasses and smiled.

"Let's make it a memorable evening," said Linda, graceful in a pleated full dress. Pete and Randy were dressed in casual clothes, Cathy wore a miniskirt and boots, a sheer blouse of pastel blue that accented her blond hair.

"For the occasion," said Pete, "I brought along a Turkish bounty, already rolled and ready to go."

He reached into his shirt pocket and drew forth a cigarette case. Opening it, he flourished the case for the other three. Cathy saw some hand-rolled cigarettes. Her eyebrows were raised in puzzlement.

"Ever smoked grass before, Cathy?" Pete asked her.

She shook her head.

"Well, fine. This is an occasion then. This is the finest imported stuff, assertedly from Turkey, my connection assures me. No cheap Kansas or Mexican grass for us. Linda, do you want to light up for us?"

Linda extracted one of the tightly rolled joints from the case and Randy popped a light for her. She got the joint burning and sucked deeply, holding the smoke in her lungs. She passed the joint to Randy, who did the same. Pete took it from him and handed it to Cathy.

"Take a deep puff," he told her, "and hold it in as long as you can. Breathe out very slowly. Let as little smoke out as you can. The more you keep in, the better the hit. It'll probably burn your lungs a bit at first, but you won't even notice it after a few tokes."

Gingerly, Cathy took the joint and tried to emulate Linda and Randy. She choked on the first puff and tears stung her eyes.

"Take a deep breath and hold it," Linda advised.

Cathy did better on the second puff and the other three laughed to see her wide eyes as she held her breath as long as she could.

The joint was passed around until it became the smallest of roaches. Pete lit another and the four of them sat down on the beds, which had been pushed together to form one large one. Cathy felt giddy and disoriented. She giggled and the talk seemed to float around her, snatches of phrases, clusters of words, partial sentences. She lost all sense of time and place. It didn't matter, anyway. The liquor and the hashish had put her in a state of euphoria. She felt very happy. Her friends were beautiful people. The world was lovely. The night was enchanted.

She saw Randy and Pete undressing Linda. They undressed themselves. She sat there, puffing on the joint, watching the scene unfold before her eyes. Everything was in slow motion. Linda's gay laughter seemed to float over to her seconds after her mouth opened. The three naked people looked like a painting in a museum, moving very slowly on the bed, all angles and curves, hands and legs appearing where she least expected them, faces floating like balloons above a mass of wriggling flesh.

The figures separated and Cathy saw Linda sprawl on her back, her legs widespread, the raw red lips of her pussy swelling from the mat of pubic hairs, a wide beckoning gash. The tall lean body of Pete moved over her. To one side, Randy sat in a lotus posture, his hands kneading her firm breasts, bringing the nipples up hard and brown, like acorns.

She watched Pete go down on the rosy cleft, his tongue outstretched. He was as graceful as a fawn, his muscles rippling under his flesh. She could see his long cock dangling down between his legs, partially stiff, exciting in its hugeness. She watched him lick the outer lips of Linda's pussy, his tongue stroking up and down with practiced smoothness. She could almost see Linda's cunt quiver as Pete tongued it teasingly. Randy bent down and began suckling Linda's nipples. Cathy felt her own breasts respond, her own nipples quicken with tiny spasms of pleasure.

"Lick me, Pete, lick me," Linda was saying, her voice far away and muffled.

"Ummmmm, ummmmm," Pete mumbled, his tongue occasionally darting between the lips. Cathy saw the tip disappear in Linda's cunt and felt a twinge at her own organ. She reached down underneath her skirt and felt the dampness. Her panties were soaked and she hadn't even realized how excited she was.

Cathy's senses were assailed by the tableau before her. At times, she would be quite alert and everything became crystal clear. At others, she seemed to be watching a dream enacted for her benefit on a white tablecloth, some kind of ritual supper that had only a symbolic meaning, one that escaped her like objects in a fog with the wind blowing gently through a sea-mist. The more she watched, however, the more her mind cleared, even though she felt distant from the actors in the scene.

Pete was voracious in his licking. Linda was flat on her back, her legs bowed out to their furthermost limits, her cunt upthrust. Pete sank his tongue inside her pussy, deeper each time, until Linda began to moan with pleasure. Cathy could see her body jerk with the spasms of orgasm each time Pete sank his tongue deep. She felt as though the performance was being put on strictly for her own benefit. She could see everything. Pete's cock had turned fully hard, was curved like a piece of dark driftwood, thick and solid, the head of it shining, a thin film of fluid reflecting the low lights in the room.

She moved closer to watch, her hand reaching underneath her skirt once again. She was barely conscious of what she was doing, but the urgency of sex had permeated her body. She was close enough, then, to look down at Linda's flared cleft, see the pink insides every time Pete sank his tongue inside and licked the silken lining of her cunt. She could smell the sweat from the bodies and this, too, excited her.

Her finger pushed aside her damp panties and found her own slit. Almost frantic with desire, she pushed her finger inside, probing for the button she had to reach. Pete's tongue was like a small furless animal delving into Linda's cunt, worrying the meat inside. Linda twitched each time his tongue struck home, triggered her clitoris. Cathy found her own clit and her fingertip moved rapidly over the bud-tip. Her eyes glazed over with a film as the first shudders of orgasm electrified her body.

Cathy lost all control over her finger. It moved fast, thrumming her clit as her loins warmed with heat. Pete had buried his head in between Linda's legs, bobbing it back and forth. She couldn't see what was happening, but she knew where his tongue was. Linda's body demonstrated that, and the afternoon, when Linda had lapped her own cunt, was still a fresh memory in her own mind. Her own excitement was almost unbearable. She was breathing hard, as though identifying with Pete, who hadn't come up for air in what seemed like hours.

Finally, he did disengage his head from between Linda's legs.

"Oh, Pete, my love, you did it, man," Linda gasped. "You licked my cunt so beautifully. Oh, god, Pete, stick that cock of yours in me before I go crazy. Shove that fucking thing in my cunt, man!"

Cathy withdrew her finger from her own pussy. It was wet and reeked of the musk of her sex. She was heady from the excitement, surprised at herself for masturbating in front of everyone. Yet no one had paid her the slightest attention. Randy was still fastened on Linda's breasts, his hands and mouth working them over. Cathy thought he must be very drunk, or else totally hung up on Linda's bust.

Pete climbed over Linda and looked down at her. Their faces were very close as he slid his cock closer to her pussy. Cathy confused them in her mind. For a moment it had looked like Linda was on top, but no, it was Pete. She shook her head to clear it.

Fascinated, her eyes went to Pete's huge cock. It hovered above Linda's pussy for the longest moment, then slowly dipped down, the tip of it hitting the top of the cleft. It slid down the slit to the hole. He pushed and his cock went in, arching into the cunt like a key in a lock. Cathy gasped as her own cunt twitched again.

What an exquisite sight! That cock of Pete's was enormous and magnificent! It knew just where to go. She had never seen anything like it!

Pete stroked in and out and Cathy watched his cock as it emerged and disappeared each time. It gleamed with the juices of their love-making, slick as a polished piece of fine wood, vibrant in its powerful beauty. Linda began to move her hips in rhythm to Pete's fucking, thrusting her cunt upwards on Pete's downstroke. Pete buried his cock deep, and each time he did Cathy felt something go out of her, something come into her.

She was startled out of her raptured gaze by a voice coming unexpectedly from somewhere. It took her a moment to locate it.

"Well, Cathy, don't you think it's about time you joined this party?"

She looked up and saw Randy, his cock edging into Linda's open mouth. He was smiling at her and she blinked to be sure it was his voice she had heard.

"You might as well take your clothes off," Randy said. "I don't think Linda can last all night by herself."

For an answer, Linda's mouth clamped on Randy's cock and she began swallowing it.