Chapter 6

MY TYPE OF WOMAN....

By the time I had had several drinks, I was seething inside. There was Corey with his chest out, proudly taking bows for what was probably mine. Probably, hell! I know damn well the life in Jeri's body was mine. I screwed her six times that week-end, not including the first time which was through the back door. And there was Jeri, bubbling and treating me like such a dear, dear thing, with everything between us neat and proper now. I'm the only man who ever gave her what she wanted, and what did I get for it? A lousy five hundred bucks and a kiss on the cheek.

I know what you're thinking. I was envious. Sure I was. I admit that. Corey had everything-money, prestige, a beautiful wife, and now, thanks to me, his manhood was without question. He was going to be a father. That old fart! The only thing he could do was put his hand on it and wish it well.

Right then and there, I made up my mind about my future. I had something that all women wanted. I had something that the rest of those rich, pot-bellied bastards at the party didn't have and could never give their wives. I had something to sell-and I was going to make 'em pay for it.

Suddenly, a sleek, tall girl appeared, making a startling entrance. Her white cocktail dress was shimmering with sequins, and the neckline of that dress was V-shaped, ending almost at her navel. She was quite young, still in her teens, but brother she was a dream. She had dark hair and large, green eyes set like jewels in an oval face with a peaches-and-cream complexion. Her breasts swelled the front of her white dress like pumpkins. Her hips were wide and round below a very tiny waist. Talk about hour-glass figures! She had one.

Those wonderful eyes regarded me coolly as Corey made the introductions. She spoke in a reserved, rather aloof manner. Her name was Laura D-. Her father was a Senator, but he wasn't at the party that evening. He was in Washington. Laura had come to the party with her mother, Ruby, who at a glance looked like a real swinger. The mother was a lot like Jeri, only a few years older, approaching the fifty mark, but she didn't look it. She didn't have a line in her face, which was like a mask. That indicated to me that the old girl had had a face lifting.

Jeri was not too cordial to Ruby or the daughter. Next to Jeri, they were the best looking broads at the party. But the daughter, Laura, was Jeri's real competition. Jeri stayed clear of her. Laura made her look like an old bag. And that took some doing!

I know Jeri was infuriated when I played up to Laura and her mother, and ignored everybody else at the party, including her. But those two presented me with a problem. I didn't know which one to go after. If I had been smart, I would have gone after the mother, Ruby. That's where the money was, and the way Ruby kept giving me the heavy once over, I know she would be a pushover. Laura was the prize, however. She was the unattainable one and presented me with a challenge.

I concentrated on Laura, and had the mother twitching.

"I didn't really want to come tonight," Laura said to me as I handed her a glass of champagne that I had fetched for her from the bar. "But mother insisted." She looked flirtatiously into my eyes. "Now I'm glad I did."

"I am too," I admitted, as I sipped nervously on my scotch and soda.

"Jeri and Corey always have wonderful parties," Laura continued, "but the guest list is always made up of older people. I'm always so bored."

"I hope that doesn't include me."

"No," she smiled coyly. "That's why I'm glad mother insisted I come. What do you do, Mr. Nelson?"

"I'm with A.T.&T. I lied. Well, it was a half lie. I did work for the phone company and that was close enough. "You're probably an actress."

"An actress? Lord no," Laura exclaimed. "I'm really nothing."

"You're pretty enough to be a film star."

Laura gave me a reserved laugh. "I'm not. I'm a student. I'm in my first year at Stamford."

"I went to U.CL.A."

"That's a great university," Laura offered. "I would like to have gone there. It's not quite as stuffy as Stamford. But Daddy insisted upon my going to Stamford. I'm sure you know what it's like With parents. One has to appease them."

"Yes," I agreed. "I went through the whole bit when I was your age." For an effect, I sighed wearily.

"That wasn't too long ago, was it?" Laura questioned.

"If you're hinting at how old I am, I'm going on twenty-six." It was the first truthful thing I had said to her so far. "I hope that age doesn't bore you."

"On the contrary. That's an exciting age for a man to be. Most of the girls at school date older men. The boys at school are such drips."

The door was opened for me. "Care to go outside for a breath of air, Laura? There's so much noise in here."

Laura nodded and smiled wanly and let me lead her across the room. I made sure Jeri saw us leave together. She followed us with disapproving eyes. It did my heart good. My heart leaped up into my mouth as Laura and I passed through the french doors, leading out onto the terrace. The possibilities of getting Laura looked good.

We went around the side of the terrace to get away from the sound of the combo and seated ourselves in terrace chairs. I set my glass on the ground and took out my cigarettes. I lighted two and handed one to Laura.

She accepted it gratefully.

I pocketed my lighter. As Laura inhaled smoke, I said, "You're not very happy, are you Laura?"

Laura blew out a cloud of smoke. "You're very observing," she replied. "My parents make me feel like a prisoner. I can't do this. I can't do that. Sometimes I feel like I want to scream and go on a wild rampage, revolting against the old establishment. Mother and Dad are no saints, especially Mother, but they expect me to be Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm."

"And are you?"

She looked at me for awhile trying to decide if she should answer that question or not. Then her eyes began to sparkle wickedly. "No, I'm not, Mr. Nelson."

"Please, call me Archer."

"Archer, then. The only trouble is I haven't lived half as much as some of the girls at school."

"Do you want to?"

"What do you think ... Archer!"

I picked up my drink and took a quick gulp. Then I set it down again and put my arm around Laura. Squeezing her shoulder, I leaned toward her, and she immediately brought up her mouth to meet mine. Wow! Our tongues interlaced in the darkness as my hands began to explore the softness of her well-developed breasts. Her V-shape neckline made them so accessible.

Heat rose up inside of me as I crushed her to my chest. Her delicate hands were gripping my shoulder painfully, desperately. After more than a minute, we broke apart, breathing heavily. "I know a nice quiet spot, Laura," I whispered huskily in her ear. I was thinking of the place where Jeri had taken me in the garden.

"You mean the guest house?" she questioned simply.

"I was thinking of the garden."

"The guest house is much more secluded and comfortable," she suggested.

"Make it the guest house, by all means, I replied. "Lead the way."

As we stood up, abandoning our drinks, I pulled her around and pressed her to me, my hands moving over her resilient figure as my tongue lashed into her sweet-tasting mouth. We came apart trembling.

"Let's hurry," she suggested, "before Mother comes out here looking for me."

She took my hand in hers and guided me off the terrace, around the side of the house and through the garden. You can imagine the flip-flops my stomach was doing inside. I never imagined that this dream of a girl would be so easily attainable.

At the end of the garden we came upon a small cottage. By the way in which Laura led us directly to the guest cottage, I surmised that she had been here before. She knew every step of the way. She even knew where the key to the cottage was hidden underneath a potted palm.

The moment we were inside the cottage and the door was closed behind us, we fell immediately into each others arms, mouth to mouth, tongues lashing, sucking avidly, salivary juices intermingling as we ground our bodies together in a heated embrace.

What a heavenly bundle she was.

She was my type of woman. And I was her type of man. I know I say that about all the women I have, but in Laura's case, she really was built just for me. We clung together desperately in our need, kissing like young lovers with no tonorrow to look forward to, discovering the thrill of each others warmth for the first and last time. Our presence together, our rising emotions, our closeness began to alter the nature of our embrace. As my arms tightened, Laura snuggled deeper, never for a moment taking her mouth away from mine.

I felt the heated passion of her slender, curvaceous body beneath the thin fabric of her sequin dress. Mr hands moved gropingly beneath the garment, touching soft, vibrant quivering flesh. A few moments later Laura's gown dropped in a small heap to the floor, and her undergarments were flung about the four corners of the room.

Time stood still.

The party was forgotten.

We came together on the bed in a rhythmic rush of love, both sweet and demanding, ecstatic desperate, tender and gentle.

Believe me, she was sheer poetry ... and that's saying something for a rotten stud like me. Our togetherness was right out of Arabian Nights.

She spread her lovely legs, swinging them yawningly apart, wriggling them to tantalize me with the hidden rosebud of her youthful being. What a dream she was. The thick dark fur of her mound blossomed between the white-ivory flecked columns of her shivering thighs. Once my finger attained the hidden hub of her being, her body arched and flexed with convulsive spasms.

"Let's see how long we can hold out," she whispered. "Let's drive each other insane."

"I think I'm already there," I replied between gasps.

Her eyes fixed on me, humid and questioning and pleading, she moved her hand here, there, and eventually along the rock-hard, throbbing trunk of my weapon.

"Oh, my God ... my God...." she sighed.

She knew what her touch was doing to me by the way my body jerked and stiffened and by the way I groaned. My mouth ferociously sucked over hers, our tongues fencing in a duel of frantic, almost angry delight. Laura's firm little ass began to contract and yawn, to flex and quake, and her nipples were swollen arrow-tips of lust, rasping my hairy chest as she wriggled closer.

It was as if we were trying to crawl inside of each others body.

My hands quickened their tempo. Laura vibrated like a dynamo, purring, sobbing, whimpering, while her own hands diligently plied their task, and then, with a simultaneous outcry we merged, quaking as the ferocity of passion attacked us at the same thrilling, unbelievably exciting moment.

We were lifted to a high crest that quickly crashed over us, drawing us in a great wave of shuddering relief.

We lay quietly for awhile until our breathing subsided. I placed my hand affectionately on Laura's face and discovered tears streaking her cheeks.

"You're the first man who has ever made me cry," she whispered tenderly, as she poked her tongue into my ear. We had a cigarette apiece and were still vibrant and naked, kissing and fondling with that relaxed intimacy which comes after strangers have become lovers for the first time.

Damn it, she was a lovely kid.

"Do we have to go right back," she asked like a small child.

"What about your mother. Won't she be wondering about us?"

"Of couse, but the hell with her. Right now you are more important than she is."

I was really touched by her words. "Thank you, Laura. Thank you for that."

"Couldn't we go again?"

"Again?" I could not conceal my surprise. Once I had finished with a girl, she stayed finished. None of my conquests had ever asked for seconds so soon after I had laid them.

"Not the same thing," she explained. "A few variations, like the kids do at school to keep from making babies."

My eyes widened. "Okay, lovely one, who goes first?"

"Ladies first," she answered eagerly. She reached back for a pillow, arched her rump and shoved it under those smooth rosy cheeks, then sank back down, spreading her legs apart. I got on my hands and knees and hovered over her. Her slim hands reached out for me as I bowed my head.

Once again our sighs and ecstatic moans filled the small guest cottage. Laura clamped her rippling thighs around my neck, her muscles surging to the surface of her creamy flesh. Her rump began to twist and arch and toss in fitfull gyrations until a supreme earthquake jerked and contorted her. Eventually she toppled over on her side with a contented languorous sigh.

I went to the bathroom and when I returned to the room, she was dancing around. Her lovely naked body reflecting light and shade, filled my eyes with longing. I thought to myself, I must be in love for the first time. I just can't get enough of this girl.

I sank into an arm chair, and the moment I did she leaped like a playful kitten into my lap. Teasingly she ran her slender fingers through my hair as my hands kneaded her swelling young breasts, rubbing the lovebuds with my thumbs.

"Are you ready for me now," she asked.

"Ready for what?"

"Well," she giggled, glancing down at my weapon, "one good turn deserves another."

I was delighted at the prospect, but I couldn't help laughing inwardly, thinking back to other times. Laura raised herself off my lap and knelt before me, running her hands over the calves of my legs, staring at me with dancing eyes. I'll never forget that cute little flirtatious expression she had on her flushed, piquant face.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, as I spread my legs apart to give her plenty of room to maneuver. Her fingertips cajoled my legs, frictioning delicately, back and forth, as her head moved in closer to my groin.

"Ooooohhhh!" she cried, her mouth forming the letter O, and then I felt the sensation of gusts of breath against my loins. Brother, did I stiffen quickly.

With her lips, her tongue and her breath aiding, in the infallible lore of sheer animal lust, she renewed the cycle of my manhood. Then, with a squeal of delight over what she had accomplished with my organ, she rose. Planting her palms on the ends of the armrests, she began to maneuver between flight and gravity. Her eyes rolled back as she felt the indescribable goad.

The gnawing, drawing sensation nearly had me flipping my mind. It was so delightfully unbearable.

Just at a point when I was ready to climax, we heard a voice calling to Laura from off in the distance.

Laura withdrew, confused and startled. "That's mother's voice. She's out looking for me."

"What shall we do."

"Oh, my poor darling, I've left you hanging in limbo."

"Never mind that now, Laura. Get dressed as quickly as you can."

Laura sighed, then leaped for her clothes. "I guess that's best. You don't know mother. She won't stop searching for me, until she finds me. She'll have the whole party out searching for us."

"Laura! Laura!!" We heard Ruby calling persistently. Her voice was getting louder and closer to the cottage.

I don't think I've ever put on my clothes in such haste. I was just doing up the front of my dress shirt when there was a rapping at the door.

"Laura! Laura! Are you in there?" I turned to glance at Laura. She was just zipping up her dress, and trying to slip into her heels at the same time. "Yes, Mother, I am," she answered, a tone of annoyance in her voice. "What do you want?"

I heard Ruby gasp. "Are you in there alone? Open this door."

The rapping continued. Laura threw her head back, poised and in control, walked casually to the door and unlocked it to admit Ruby, who all but fell into the room. We were still in darkness except for the lights shining in from the garden. Quickly I turned and flipped on a light.

Ruby looked at her daughter and then at me. She was aghast.

"In the darkness?" she observed. "What's the meaning of this, Laura? How could you?"

"How could I what?" Laura snapped. "And the meaning of this is that Archer and I are engaged to be married. Aren't we, Archer?"

Ruby and I were both knocked back on our heels by this statement, only Ruby was more horrified than I. "You can't be serious. You don't even know this man," Ruby reminded her.

Laura looked toward me and smiled. "I do now, Mother."

She was so cute the way she handled her mother, I couldn't help being amused. But not for long. Ruby lunged toward me, attacking me with her fist and her handbag.

"You bastard! What have you done to my daughter. You'll pay for this." The woman was hysterical, screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Stop it, Mother," Laura commanded. "Stop it." She grabbed her mother's arm and jerked her off of me. "If you don't calm down, I'll leave right now with Archer ... and I won't return home."

With that Ruby broke down sobbing and ran out of the cottage.

"I'm sorry, Laura," I said. "I hope this doesn't get you into trouble."

Laura crossed to me, placed her arms around my neck. "No trouble that won't blow over. And I'm not sorry." She planted a kiss on my lips. "If I give you my number, will you call me?"

I agreed to call her, and we exchanged numbers before returning to the main house. Laura and her mother left the party almost immediately thereafter. I followed Laura to the door and her parting words whispered in my ear were "Think about that engagement, Mr. Nelson. It might not be such a bad idea for both of us."