Chapter 6

"Is that really you, Patty?"

He was obviously impressed.

She kept her voice low, mature and sexy.

"Come in, Randy."

She almost said Randolph. It would have been in character and he probably would have bought it. He was so young. But youth did not prevent her feeling deeply attracted still to that powerful body. She was glad, glad that the feeling went both ways. It would magnify it.

Randy followed her in, almost falling over his feet in the process. She felt a little sorry for him, having all this unloaded on him at once. After all, it wasn't his fault.

She felt his eyes on her as they went inside, was sure she felt his glance on the smooth buttocks whose dark cleft was outlined by the thin gown.

The negligee had been a stroke of genius. Five will get you ten Randy's never been seduced by a woman in a negligee before. And ten will get you twenty this is what all his fantasies are about.

She smiled to herself. Well, maybe she was giving him something-an experience he would never dare tell his grandchildren about but which would be there just the same.

"Sit down, Randy," she murmured. "Can I get you a drink?"

He floundered a moment. "I guess beer's not too cool for this kind of scene, huh?"

She smiled almost genuinely for a moment. She was glad he didn't rise to the bait and ask for something foolish. It made her respect him more.

"I have beer in the refrigerator," she said. "Sometimes I prefer it myself."

"Fine," he said, relaxing just a little.

Patricia got two bottles of Heinekins out of the box and put them on a tray with tall glasses.

Randy nodded as she came back. "That's good beer. I had it once before."

"It is good," she murmured.

His eyes were on her. He couldn't see down her breasts as she leaned over to pour but he could see the weight of her breasts pressing the thin fabric when they fell forward.

"There!"

She poured both glasses full and then sat down beside him, raised her glass as he took up his. She couldn't keep her eyes from twinkling a little. Actually, she was amused and, to be honest, liked Randy in this setting. He had carried himself well.

They sipped their beer in silence for a minute and she could feel Randy tightening up again, feel the anger surging in him at her betrayal of him.

"I guess it's time for me to say something, isn't it?" she said softly.

He looked over at her and the hunger and awe came back into his eyes.

"I'd like to know why you told me that cock-and-bull story about the poor little rich girl."

He took a long pull on his beer. He wasn't a drinker, she could tell that. The combination of her appearance and the drink had made him a little flushed. She knew she had him.

But she had already decided that once you were caught in a lie, the truth was usually the best means of extricating yourself. She would tell him as much of the truth as she thought he would accept.

She eyed him over her glass. "I'm sorry I lied to you," she said. Pain and anger warred in him for a moment. "Couldn't you have just been honest?" he asked.

"I don't know. I didn't think so at the time." The folds of the negligee kept slipping back from her thighs. She hadn't planned it that way but it just kept happening.

He drained his glass quickly in an effort to divert his eyes from her body. "Another one?" she asked. "You're not trying to wriggle out of something," Randy eyed her quizzically.

"No," she let her eyes and mouth go sexy. "Maybe I'm trying to wriggle into something."

He looked at her searchingly, but what he saw was her hunger. Thank goodness she didn't have to feign that. The current between them was tangible and she knew that Randy wanted to be convinced because he would then be able, in all honesty, to make love to Patricia Worth. Or was it Patty?

Oh, it was all too confusing if she thought about it like that. She pushed the thought from her mind, finished off her own glass, and went and got two fresh beers from the refrigerator. When she sat down this time, it was right against him.

"Now," she said.

He fought to ignore the heat of her body against him, but she could see he failed. She moved closer, brushing his arm with her breasts as she leaned forward to pour their glasses full.

"Here's to a straight answer," she smiled, raising her glass.

"I'll drink to that," Randy said.

"I really wish you had ten years on you, Randy," Patricia said earnestly.

"What good would that do?"

She eyed him thoughtfully, not really being dishonest.

"It might make all the difference in the world," she said.

"I don't understand."

"I'm not sure I do either," Patricia murmured, snuggling against him.

"So why did you tell me that?"

She looked into his eyes.

"Because I had to tell you something. I needed you, needed to make love to you. I become Patty to get free of all this ... the job, the hassle. Patty's part of me. She's separate but part of me and she loves sex and freedom."

"And you don't?" Randy asked.

"It's difficult to explain that part."

"Try."

"OK. I don't."

Randy looked at her thoughtfully.

"Maybe you do and don't know it."

Patricia thought of the day that had just passed. He was seeing too deep. She didn't want it this way. She took a long sip of her beer.

"I have to be Patty sometimes to blow off steam but I have to have this too," she said. "It's my life."

"Uh-huh."

Randy took a long pull on his beer. His eyes never left her. He was young. The thought of an encounter with this strange, lovely mature woman was balanced in his mind against his infatuation with the young girl of the past. Youth won. His eyes kindled to her.

"So I'm a sometime thing, is that it?"

It wasn't the way she'd have put it.

"In a very positive sense," Patricia told him. "You're a very fine lover and you're going to be a very fine man...."

"For Patty."

He was making it worse by being so honest. It was difficult to retain the air of aloofness that she needed.

"Can't we just take it as it is?" she asked softly, her body stirring so that the skirt fell completely away from her thighs. Her legs parted, her little nookie gleamed up at him moistly.

"I don't have much choice, do I? Unless I want to get back at you by trying to expose you.

"You wouldn't do that," Patricia said, relieved to know it. "No."

Randy's eyes went to her bare crotch once more. The tension between them had grown.

He raised his glass and drained it and she felt the hunger singing at her from across the short distance between them.

"I'll still meet Patty from time to time?"

"Yes."

"And if Patricia decides she likes me too, you'll let me know?"

"Yes."

"OK."

He set the glass down and looked directly into her eyes and then his gaze moved down to where pink nipples pressed against sheer, transparent nylon.

She felt the nipples pucker under his gaze and wriggled slightly so that the breasts stirred. His eyes moved down once more to the dark glistening crotch.

"Ummmmm," he murmured.

The tension was so high that if they had not been sitting against each other, they would have been drawn together as a magnet draws a bar of metal.

Patricia felt her flesh suddenly singing and stood up.

"One more beer will do it," she murmured, looking down at him a little dreamily but still with authority.

And then she leaned over and began to put the bottles on the tray to go to the kitchen. "Yeh?"

She felt the back of the negligee lifted, felt the breeze on her cold bottom and then fingers moving into the cleft of her buttocks and a strong finger goosed her.

"Oh!"

She thought he would withdraw it after the response but Randy, laughing, shoved it deeper and pain followed the initial surprise.

She broke away, moving around the table and he did not follow but stood laughing.

Her negligee had come open under the rough treatment and she stood facing him, the front of her body bare through the folds of white nylon.

"What was that about?" asked Patricia.

"Just testing your reflexes," Randy grinned. "You were so high-and-mighty, I wanted to see if goosing you in the ass would have any effect on you. Well, thank goodness there's a little humanity left in you. You jumped."

Patricia grinned ruefully.

"You hurt me," she said, turning and lifting the back of the skirt to thrust her white bottom out. "See?"

"I don't see any hurt," Randy grinned.

"Look closer."

She backed up to him and reaching behind, pulled the cleft open for examination.

It was exciting and full of little girl evil to do this. She felt his eyes running the full length of her slit as she leaned forward with her butt thrust out, presenting it for his perusal.

She could hear his excited breathing as he stared at her most secret parts.

"I think you'll live."

"Are you sure? Look closer."

She moved backward another step, pulling herself wide open to his gaze.

She felt the tension in the fingers that reached out and touched her softly as though examining her.

"Well, it may be hurt a little," he said, "but I think I know what will fix it."

"What?"

"A cold beer," he said and gave her a slap on the bottom that rang across the room.

"Yes, sir," Patricia grinned, both of them more relaxed now that he had broke the ice.

"Go, woman!"

"Yes, sir!"

She gathered up the empties and went towards the kitchen, her body singing, hips swaying under his gaze. It was wonderful to have settled this part of the problem. Now for dessert.

She poured the two beers into glasses and carried them frothing into the living room. Randy watched her approach hungrily, the gown moving back to bare her body with each step.

"Here we are."

She seated herself next to him and they took up their glasses. She saw his lap protruding with a heavy erection and eyed it hungrily.

"Like to have it out where you can see it?" he asked.

"Uh-huh."

"Your wish is my command."

He reached down and unzipped his fly.

"Go get it, baby."

She stared hesitantly at the open fly for a moment and then dipped her hand in. She felt the rigid flesh against its nest of bristly hair and drew the heavy tool out.

"You like it?" he asked softly.

"Uh-huh."

She stared at it fascinated, the rounded knob dark pink, the little slit moist in the tip. Randy had a big tool, she knew that already, but she had never studied it in good light before. The veined shaft with its heavy knobbed head looked menacing. But it also looked exciting. It sent little pulses of energy through her body to look at it.

"Why don't you kiss it then?" Randy asked softly.

A little thrill went through her at the thought. "All right."

She turned herself on the couch so that she was lying on her belly, her head almost in his lap.

Resting on her elbows, she held the big rod in her hands, moving the flesh back from the head and then lowering her mouth slowly down to it.

She felt moisture against her lips as she planted a soft kiss on the tip.

"Good?"

"Yes."

The soft flesh felt good against her mouth. She kissed it again tenderly.

"Why don't you suck it then?"

She stared at it a moment hungrily and then with a little moan went down on him, lips parted to take the knobbed head into her mouth, feeling suddenly as though her mouth were her vagina, needing the penetration of that heavy shaft.

It was soft inside her mouth and alive and she felt it pulse as she took it in and a little bead of moisture touched her tongue. She locked her mouth on the knobbed head and drew on it and it throbbed again in her mouth.

"Ohhh!"

Randy reached down along her back and drew the skirt up over her bottom and fingers stroked her heavy cheeks, bunching in the white flesh, teasing it.

She spread her legs to give him easy access.

"Take it, baby," he groaned, arching his back slightly so that the heavy shaft pierced deep into her mouth.

Suddenly she wanted it all.

A little moan broke from her as his fingers latched in her bare bottom, clenching and probing. She let her head drop till the thick knob pounded against the back of her throat.

His fingers were in her and pain warred with pleasure racing through her flesh. Her body writhed against the probing fingers and her head began to move up and down as her mouth moved along the heavy shaft, taking it ever deeper till she felt she was about to swallow the huge, pulsing member whole.

But she didn't. She just kept working it in and out, keeping the suction up because suddenly she wanted it, wanted the white explosion deep in her mouth, wanted to swallow the white, viscous fluid, drain the heavy tool till it was limp as a baby. The lining of her mouth was inflamed with hunger.

"Ohhh!"

A groan came from Randy as the suction increased and he thrust upward involuntarily.

"You better quit if you don't want me to come," he groaned, not realizing that that was exactly what she did want.

"Uhhhh."

That was the only sound she could make so she indicated by increasing the suction and drawing him even deeper.

"I get you!"

His fingers were in both her slits, stiff and probing and he began to move deeper with them, driving in as though to bring her to climax with him.

Her body writhed its answer and she now began the final pull, her head moving lower, drawing him in, rhythmically working him deeper and sucking harder.

There was no sound now but their labored breathing and the rhythm grew as her head moved up and down, sucking, sucking. She wanted it so bad. Her throat ached for the release of his white-hot discharge.

"Oh, come!" she pleaded in her mind and her body writhed at the probing fingers, heat searing her.

"Come!"

The fingers plunged to the hilt. Pain seared her and then joy followed and she felt the pulsing rod grow even more rigid, sensed the coming explosion and locked her mouth around the heavy shaft, drawing him even deeper and then holding him there, sucking hard.

"Ohhh!"

She felt him stiffen once more. There was a frozen instant when nothing at all was happening and then with another grunt, he released and she felt the pulsing throb as the hot juices burst into her and clung with her mouth, draining, swallowing as the bursting jets flooded her throat.

"Ohhhh!"

His fingers had done their work on her own body and she felt the shivering waves of climax wash over her, spasm after spasm of glorious release flooding her quivering flesh.

"Ohhh!"

It went on and on as she clung with her mouth to his pulsing tool until it seemed he would flow into her forever. She was afraid she would not swallow fast enough, not contain it all.

And then finally she felt it weaken and as the last shudders of relief washed over her, it began to grow limp.

She clung to it till it was soft and then finally let it slip from between her moist lips.

"Wow!"

Randy gave a sigh and relaxed sliding back on the couch and she moved and came up against him, nestling in the curve of his shoulder.

Their bodies were completely relaxed against each other and peace seemed a real thing for the moment.

For a long time they were silent. Patricia, nestled against his shoulder, felt a real tenderness steal through her for this boy-man who brought her body so much pleasure.

"Was that good?" she asked softly.

"Great," he murmured.

"I really stuck with it, didn't I?"

"Uh-huh."

She sighed contentedly and nestled closer. She would want him again in a little while-inside her. Silence.

"It's all right then?" she asked. "Uh-huh."

"I really want you as part of my life, Randy."

"I know that now."

"But it can't be all."

"I think I understand that."

"I'm so glad."

She nestled against him once more but now her body was starting to come alive. She stood up and planting herself before him, slid out of the negligee and let it fall to the floor.

Her body shone in the soft light and he drank in the sight of it hungrily.

Looking down, she saw his thick flesh come to life once more and was glad that he was ready again.

"Let's go into the bedroom where we can relax."

"OK."

She felt his eagerness as he followed her into the bedroom, felt his eyes on her hips as they bunched and relaxed with her walking. It was good to be wanted, good to be alive and to want to be wanted by this virile young man.

"Oh, please don't let it go away," she prayed, dreading the return to coldness or alienation. Patricia or Patty, one simply had to have some peace of mind and that meant being a sexually alive person or it was no go.

"Here we are."

She turned at the big bed and stood waiting for him to come up to her.

His arms came around her and her naked flesh was against him as they kissed.

She broke away and tore his shirt open and burrowed her face into his chest.

She felt a shudder of pleasure go through him at the contact and smiled at her powers. It was good to be a woman, at least for a little while.

His fingers tightened in her flesh and she held herself against him, burrowing into him.

He was rigid against her and she wrapped her legs around his protruding flesh and clung to him.

"I want you," she moaned. "I want you in me."

"Yes!"

She was suddenly yearning with her whole body for his entry and ground against his stiff prod, arching her back to take him. But the clothing interfered even though his big dong was free and finally she let go and let herself drop onto the bed.

"Get out of those clothes, darling," she murmured, "and come here and pop it to me."

He stared down at her and deliberately she opened her legs to expose herself enticingly.

"Doesn't that look like something you want?" she asked softly, staring up at him.

"Uhhhhuh."

And suddenly he couldn't control himself but dropped down on the side of the bed and buried his face in her muff.

She hadn't been expecting it and it sent a new thrill through her, the soft mouth in her little bush, massaging her bud of pleasure, the tongue groping into the depths of her little honeypot.

"Do it!"

Her voice was a moan of pleasure and she writhed against his mouth frantically. "Suck my little pussy!" Her voice was a hungry plea. "Suck it till I come!"

Waves of pleasure rushed through her and she couldn't contain herself but writhed on the bed in a frenzy of pleasure.

"Do it!"

She was wild for it, every cell in her body wanting him. Her eyes blurred and she barely saw the figure that materialized in the door of the bedroom and stood watching unmovingly.

Was it real? Or a product of her hungry senses hallucination.

She shook her head to clear it and stared again and as she did the figure spoke.

"Well, I must say you show more genuine desire for this young man than you ever did for me," Gerald said.

"What the hell!"

With a curse, Randy came to his feet snarling, while Patricia sat frozen with despair.