Chapter 8
All she knew for sure was that she didn't know what she was doing.
Johnny took her arm when he saw that she couldn't maneuver the length of the room.
"You really like to show it, huh?" he asked conversationally.
"Not always," she mumbled. "But I really wanted you to see my cunt."
"Why?"
"So you'd want me," she mumbled honestly.
"You'll be happy to hear your efforts were successful," he murmured as he put an arm around her waist to steady her.
The other man was short and heavy, with bunched features like a prize fighter. But he had a nice smile. The woman was rather heavy also, but still it was a good body and her hair was black. Her blue eyes twinkled with good humor and lust for life. Her eyes went over Patricia speculatively as she sat down and Patricia thought she saw desire in them.
"What am I getting into?" she wondered. But it really didn't matter. Being into anything was suddenly better than being alone. "Hi," she slurred as she seated herself. "That's Gary and Velda," Johnny said.
"What's your name?" Velda asked.
She floundered for a moment. She didn't know what to tell them.
"Patricia, Patty-" she floundered.
"Too long," Johnny said emphatically. "We'll call you Pat."
A wave of relief swept over her. It was good not to be either of them for a while.
"Pat it is," she mumbled.
Johnny had her against the wall and his body was crowded close to her. He signalled for drinks.
She knew she didn't need more but went along, drinking with the others. It was all a blur now, all but the solid current that was flowing between her and Johnny.
Across the booth, Gary was fooling with Velda. She stirred under the table, grinning at Pat.
"He's awful."
Johnny's hand moved to her thigh. She felt the tension in him and with sudden boldness, reached down and stroked the front of his pants gently.
"Attagirl."
She couldn't help it. She really was horny. Velda's blue eyes kept drilling into her. "You have a nice body," Velda said. "Thank you."
She felt the eyes drill into her. It was not unwelcome. She leaned back, thrusting her breasts out and, reaching up, undid the top button of the small print. Then, not satisfied, she undid a couple of more. They could see the swell of her white globes. She had not bothered with a bra either.
"It's so hot in here."
"And getting hotter," Johnny quipped.
His hand had moved up under her dress and she felt stiff fingers between her thighs, probing.
"What am I doing?" she wondered once again.
Gary's pudgy face twisted in a grin of hunger.
"You're a good girl, Pat."
"Yeh, and a good girl deserves a good time," Johnny said, "so why don't we go somewhere I where we can show you one?"
"Like where?" Pat asked.
His finger slid up inside her and she stiffened as he spoke.
"Like a motel maybe?"
She looked over at the other two. They nodded eagerly.
She pushed herself up to a standing position, Johnny's stiff finger still inside her. "OK. Let's go," she said. "Attagirl."
Gary and Velda beamed at her and she felt like she had suddenly done something right for a change.
Johnny slid his finger out, caressed her hip for a moment and then rose with her.
The four of them moved out of the place, Johnny stopping just long enough to buy a bottle at the bar.
"Just in case we need a little relaxer," he said. "Great," Pat murmured. She was having a little trouble focussing but that was all right. She had the others to lead her and things didn't feel so bad suddenly. She felt a desire coursing through her body that was a hunger for all of them, a need to be united, to share and comfort. What it manifested as was desire. And a need to prove herself. All the doubts were suddenly up but the means of counteracting them was also there. She had the vague feeling that if she could prove to these people that she was a woman, than everything would be all right.
"You got a car?" Johnny asked.
"Uh-huh."
"We'll follow Velda and Gary in your car then, OK?"
"OK."
"Want me to drive?"
"Uh-huh."
He opened the door and put her in as Gary and Velda climbed into the other vehicle. Then he went around, got in, and gunned the car to life.
Gary and Velda pulled out and they roared after them.
"We know a good place," Johnny murmured, moving one hand off the wheel to stroke the inside of her thigh.
"Great."
Her head kept drifting off. She was very drunk. But there was still an awareness of warmth, of desire that sprang from his physical presence.
The hand moved up between her thighs once more and she reached down and pressed it to her as it nestled in her bush.
"You're hot already," Johnny murmured.
She could feel the moisture slicking his fingers as he entered her and smiled drowsily. "Guess I'm just a hot potato."
"I guess you are."
They drove a few minutes and then pulled up in front of an office that had a sign out front saying, CABINS."
"Here we are."
"Great."
Gary went inside and registered and then they followed his car up through a grove of trees to a little cabin.
Johnny came around and let her out and she stood a moment under the trees, breathing the fresh, clear air. For a minute, her head cleared and she felt spread out across the dark night sky and country landscape.
"Wow!" she murmured.
Johnny was beside her now, his hand on her hip. Her body tingled to his touch.
"Beautiful, huh?"
"Lovely."
Gary and Velda had already gone inside. For a moment, she felt a vague fear as she walked with Johnny into the room. There were two double beds, a few pieces of motel furniture and a bath. Gary drew the curtains on the window and turned all the lights off but one bedside lamp.
"Nice, huh?"
The three of them were staring at her. For a moment, she felt self-conscious, then realized that there was no malice in their stares but a genuine curiosity. She was the newcomer and naturally they were interested in her. Gary grinned.
"I guess you're the showpiece," he said. "We've been around each other so much, we're kind of jaded."
The thought gave her pleasure. Their interest stimulated her and she felt suddenly sexy and desirable.
"Yes, why don't you let us see you," Velda said with open interest, her eyes running over Pat's body.
"All right. But-"
"Pat's a little shy," Gary said. "Tell you what. I'll mix us all a drink."
"That's the idea," Johnny said.
Gary went out and came back in a minute with mixer and a bag of ice. He mixed four big drinks. Pat suddenly found herself wanting it, wanting to be at ease, to give them what they wanted. After all, it was a simple matter of undoing a dress and letting it drop away from her. She had already taken her coat off.
She took the drink and drained it. It wasn't that she wasn't drunk already but she needed a new jolt to help her through the present situation.
"That's better," she said.
The waves of alcohol washed over her and suddenly she was in a new dimension, one where nothing mattered but the feelings that were suddenly pulsing through her body. She wanted them to see her, wanted them to see all of her.
"Feel better?" Gary asked.
Her mind blanked out and she smiled at him.
"Much better," she murmured, looking into his small hungry eyes eagerly.
Her hands moved up to the dress and toyed with the buttons as she looked from one to the other.
"You really want to see me, don't you?"
"Yes."
"And then I'll get to see you?"
"Yes."
She felt suddenly like a naughty little girl but it was a nice feeling. "All right."
The hands moved down the dress, undoing the buttons. When she had them all undone, she held the dress closed for a moment and then opened it. She felt all their eyes on her, moving from the ripe mounds of her breasts and down over her belly to the dark bush of her crotch. Her body tingled with sensation as they gazed.
"Nice," Gary murmured.
"You bet."
She stood there a moment with the dress pulled open and then slowly she turned, feeling their renewed interest as she did so and wanting it badly.
When her back was to them, she slid out of the dress and let it slide to the floor.
There was a murmur of pleasure as her naked buttocks came into view. It sent new tingles through her body.
"Nice!"
She thrust out her rounded haunches for their approval and felt the gaze on her white mounds. It was delicious.
For a moment, she posed that way and then thrust her bottom out even farther, spreading her legs as she did so and leaning forward. That way they would be able to see her cute little pussy also under the scoop of her rounded haunches.
"Ohhh!"
Velda moaned excitedly and Pat realized that before the night was over she would have made love to her second woman.
"Let's all do her," Gary said.
"Can we?"
Pat turned and looked at them through slitted hungry eyes. It was just what she wanted.
"Of course you can," she said.
She stared at them and then at the two beds.
"Why don't two of you move the beds together?" she suggested.
"All right."
The two men rose eagerly and pushed the two beds together.
"Now I'll just lie down here," said Pat, planting herself in the middle of the huge bed.
She lay there, drunkenness and hunger swimming over her, not at all sure what she wanted but determined to get it.
She spread her legs invitingly and reached down pulling the labia open with her fingers.
She stroked herself before their hunger-ridden eyes, enticing them with the stroking motion of her fingers on her own moist parts.
She felt their hunger like a live, electric current. "It's all yours," she murmured. "And this too." She rolled over on her belly then and spread her legs wide. Then, as if to make sure they saw everything, she reached back and pulled the cleft of her buttocks open.
"See?"
The current grew. The room was a pulsing, living thing. Her head swam off and came back while they stared.
"Now...."
She rolled back over and looked at them invitingly.
"Why don't you undress for me?" They looked at each other eagerly. "Ladies first," Gary said. "Fine," said Velda. "Let's get on with it." That was just what Pat wanted.