Chapter 12

I NEED IT-NOW

Jean sat in her father's living room, sipping a martini Colleen had mixed. It was nine-thirty. She had taken a shower and a nap and had gone out to eat. She felt much better. Sam appeared rather subdued.

Carl's call had upset her, but she was recovering from that, too. She had been surprised at his anger; maybe he had some fire, after all. Maybe he wasn't quite as meek as she had supposed.

The fact that he had stirred her own anger bothered her. Why get involved? She would soon be away from Troy and its small-town morality.

Carl was looking for a wife, obviously. Plenty of gals around who would fall all over him. He was big and brawny and successful. Some women didn't care too much about the sex bit, anyway. They wanted security. The less nooky they had to put out for it, the better.

He would probably spoil a wife to death-and then not give her the old shaft. Deep and hard and good....

I need that, she thought. And so far I've had to buy it.

Jean wasn't surprised to learn that Sam and Colleen were planning to leave the next day for Reno. They would be married there. The idea of having a big wedding at Troy had been dropped; Sam's business was all taken care of.

"I'll be taking off soon, too," Jean said, finishing the martini. "Santa Barbara for me."

Sam squirmed in his chair. The way he sat indicated her itching powder might have worked. She had already noted that the big sofa which had received the powder was no longer in the room.

"Sorry you can't be at the wedding, darling!" Colleen said in a tone of voice that indicated her pleasure.

Colleen appeared to have trouble adjusting her bottom to her chair. Jean smiled.

"You two act restless, on edge," she remarked.

Sam flushed. "I fired the housekeeper. She put some kind of devilish itching stuff on the big sofa I had here...." He cleared his throat. "But I'm closing the place up, anyway."

"Same here." Jean said.

"I was hoping you'd kind of settle down here," Sam remarked. "We'll be back in a month or so-and the family would all be together."

She remembered Carl, and she shook her head. "I've had it here, Dad."

She stood up and went over to him, kissing him lightly on the cheek. He smiled at her rather wistfully.

Earlier, he had promised her that her income would continue, as before. She still didn't trust Colleen; the brunette would get all she could, and she had the right weapons in her arsenal, a rounded behind, pointy breasts and a pretty face. Her cunning mind was even more dangerous.

"I'll probably see you two before you leave," Jean said. She could feel the gin warm her tummy.

Colleen followed Jean to the door. Jean was a little surprised when the slender woman stepped outside.

"This sweet daughter act doesn't fool me," Colleen said, tartly. "What're you up to now?"

"Nothing," Jean said, innocently.

"You put that itchy stuff on the sofa, didn't you?" Colleen demanded.

Jean laughed. "You could never prove it, darling."

"Well, I've got him!" Colleen snapped. "We'll be gone tomorrow. And I'm going to get even! All that meowing outside my bedroom window ... Nobody makes a fool out of me!"

"You know," Jean said, "I was almost ready to drop the whole thing and let you and Sam go through with this farce. He didn't even invite me to the wedding at Reno. That was all your big idea. Not that I would have gone, anyway ... But if you still want war, you'll have it, darling!"

Colleen snorted. "You're whipped and you know it. Sam's eating out of my hand."

Jean took a wild guess. "What if he finds out you go both ways darling?"

Colleen's sudden rigidity, the expression on her face, visible even in the shadows near the front door, told Jean she had hit home.

"You're crazy!" Colleen said, uncertainly, but trying to hide it.

"I've been watching you, darling," Jean said, with more confidence than she really had. But she pushed her momentary advantage. "I think you'd even go for me-if I'd let you!"

Colleen's hand flashed out, but Jean warded it off. She stepped away, laughing. "Don't tangle with me, darling. I'm big enough to knock you down and stomp on you."

"You slut!" Colleen cried. She was furious.

"You'll pay for that remark, too," Jean said. She laughed again, coldly. "I may be in Reno, too ... invited or not. Just watch your step. I've got an idea you're going to run into real trouble."

Colleen breathed a curse slammed the door, and hurried back inside.

Jean walked slowly to her car. The night air was cool, invigorating. The second martini was making her lightheaded. She slid into the front seat of the auto, her mind busy.

Nobody calls me a slut and gets away with it, she thought. I'll fix her wagon.

Colleen stood a moment inside the door, trying to let her temper cool. She realized she might have pulled a boner. Jean was really sore. Jean was clever....

Tonight was a big one for Sam. She was going to stay all night in his apartment. Previously his old-fashioned ideas about what was right and proper had prevented it. But since they were leaving for Reno in the morning, taking a plane from Missoula, he had decided, after a bit of encouraging, that no one would talk. They were engaged.

Colleen would enjoy something of a triumph, too. This was about as close to marriage as a woman could get. Considering Sam's outlook, of course. She would have given up her apartment much sooner if he had said the word.

She took a deep breath and walked back into the living room. The drinks were beginning to put color in his face. She had put on a little cocktail hour frock, slashed low at the bodice, and quite short. She wore her best nylons and undies. Sam was a pantie and bra faddist. And when those were off, he liked her in smoky nylons and high-heeled shoes.

In his day he had been quite a stud, but he hadn't learned any fancy variations. He was heavy, somewhat pot-bellied, and he invariably mashed her; he didn't know how to brace himself on hands and knees so the girl could swing her bottom around.

She was almost afraid to suggest top-riding. She hated being entered, anyway. Deep penetrations had never thrilled her. In fact, it was rather disgusting. Her zones of pleasure were on the surface-her nipples and her clitoris. She had never yet climaxed when Sam did, but she had learned years before how to squirm and pant and put on a show.

Men were so easily fooled!

They couldn't understand that a woman might enjoy the light touches of another girl's hands and lips. The act was an affront to their ego.

Colleen's first husband had really enjoyed eating her, saving her the animalistic gorings she detested. She had never yet found a man who had learned the art. A few had tried, but only another woman really understood....

Sally Bell would be very unpset about Colleen's sudden departure. But Sally was a weak person, not difficult to control, and she would find another knowing girl-friend.

I hate to leave her, Colleen thought, pasting a smile on her face as she wiggled over and sat down beside Sam, letting her skirt hike back. When she and Sam returned to Troy she could probably resume her sly affair with Sally. Once married, she would have more freedom. Hair-do appointments could be dragged out for a whole afternoon. Shopping trips into Missoula....

She remembered the first time she had made Sally. At a Missoula theater she had spotted the cute little blonde and had followed her into the balcony, taking a seat next to hers....

Colleen hadn't seen such a nice bit of fluff for months. Her mouth had a sexy pout, and the slight jiggle of her breasts indicated they were real. About nineteen, with smooth blonde hair falling to her shoulders, the freshness that only youth could offer.

She was a waitress. Getting acquainted was extremely simple. A stick of gum, honey? Then the welcome discovery that boys irritated her. She didn't draw away when Colleen pressed her nyloned knee against Sally's bare one.

Then the clever questions, the girlish conversation, the giggles and laughs. Colleen was almost certain she was a virgin. A new conquest was always tremendously thrilling. She was already getting wet between her legs just thinking about it!

Sally's extremely feminine mannerisms, her tiny hands, the sweet plumpness of her thighs, fired Colleen's desire.

It was Sally's day off. She lived at home yet, but her parents didn't keep close tabs on her. The idea of going to Colleen's apartment, after the show, obviously pleased the little blonde.

Colleen decided she could catch a few feels before they left the balcony, however. They were practically alone; it was a matinee feature.

"Ever let any of those boys get in your panties, honey?" Colleen whispered.

Sally giggled. "A few times...." She grew more confidential. "It's so dangerous."

In the velvety darkness Colleen let her hand drop on Sally's softly-rounded knees. "With a girl it isn't, honey," Colleen whispered.

Sally shivered. Colleen slipped her hand under Sally's skirt, along the silky warmth. The movie was entirely forgotten. A young couple left the balcony and now Colleen and Sally were all alone.

"Doesn't that feel good, honey?" Colleen murmured, caressing the other's youthful thighs, feeling them open.

"Y-yes!" Sally breathed. She was inclined to stutter a bit.

"I can give you some real thrills," Colleen murmured, sneaking her fingers further into the delectable girlish allure of Sally's loins.

Sally uttered a little gasp of pleasure, and suddenly she offered her pouty lips for Colleen's delectation. Colleen took it easy, worming her mouth gently against the young girl's lips, tasting her hunger, while her hand found the silky curve of Sally's femininity.

Colleen hadn't been so excited for months-even years. What a cute little bundle! She inserted her tongue between Sally's hot, clingy lips. Sally's whole body softened, and her thighs widened. Wonderful! The girl was hungry for it, burning up for it.

Colleen felt her nipples stiffen as she played with the blonde's legs and pushed her tongue into Sally's mouth. Sally shivered, her hips rising, her little hands gripping Colleen's shoulders.

I'll give her a quickie right here, Colleen thought, stroking her tongue sensuously in and out, nipping Sally's lips with her teeth, sneaking her hand inside Sally's panties. I'll save those juicy titties of hers till later.

She found Sally's tip of enjoyment, and the little blonde squirmed, shivering up a storm.

Their mouths parted. Sally gasped.

"Come on, honey!" Colleen whispered. "Come on, you snuggly darling! Let yourself go ... You need it! That's the way, spread out ... Ohh-not so fast. Easy. Now, isn't that wonderful? Just a tiny bit more ... All right! Come to Mama, come now!"

Sally's fit of trembling soared Colleen's desire, and suddenly she was having a twinge of pleasure, too.

"Ohhh-oh-my goodness!" Sally cried, softly.

Colleen shuddered. She was going off, too! blonde's whole body convulse. The moment of rapture arrived.

Colleeen shuddered. She was going off, too!

They held each other, panting, writhing. Sally's moan triggered Colleen's orgasm, and the sweet shiverings tore at her being, reaching to the depths of her womanly need.

This was really something. She knew she had to have Sally again and again.