Chapter 14
DON'T THINK LIKE A SQUARE....
Jean drove around town a while, nursing her hatred of Colleen. Same old joints along Main street, same old buildings. The air was fresh and cool, though. Even in town a hint of the pine tree odor lingered. Not a bad place to 'settle down,' really, if a girl could find the right man....
Missoula wasn't far away. Nice shops there, a college, good entertainment. California had so much smog....
I'm starting to think like a square again!
Her loneliness seemed to rush in on her, and she fought tears that sprang into her eyes.
Why couldn't I have married, like other girls, and had a few kids by now?
She swore to herself and tried to wash away the image of Carl Zeller. Oh, damn-I think I love him!
She beat her hands on the steering wheel. Hips Sampson falling for a guy! How corny and ridiculous! She had chosen her way of life ... Hired studs, self-pleasure and even a venture into lesbianism.
Why didn't he run his hand under my skirt and play with my panties? I know he was a-roused. He must have a secret love someplace.
She knew where he lived. Why not drive by and see if he was home?
She turned at the next corner and headed her car along a residential street. As she approached the apartment building she noticed his car just pulling up in front. He alighted, and so did a girl! Even the dim lighting along the street told her that Carl's date was blonde and plump.
Walking close together, they left the car and strolled toward the apartment.
She experienced a surge of jelaousy so keen she nearly lost control of the car. She drove on by, her body tense, her hands moist on the steering wheel.
Oh, damn him! I turned him down and he picked up another blonde.
Well, he was big and handsome and virile. New in town. Eligible. The local women would be falling all over him.
Jean hadn't been able to get a good look at Carl's date, but she had appeared reasonably attractive. And quite youngand buxom. Apparently he liked plenty of curves.
The thought of him putting his hands on the blonde's body tore a sob from her throat. She felt a throb of unrequited need in her loins. Her breasts itched.
How can I hate him and want him at the same time? Oh, I don't hate him. I'm nuts a-bout him! And I told him to leave me alone....
She knew she had to do something to take her mind away from what was probably happening in Carl's apartment. There was Colleen. The bitch!
She drove toward the mill and her father's apartment. Colleen had to be taught a good lesson. Jean's mind began to click. A smile touched her lips....
I'll pull a good one on that she-devil and then tomorrow I'll take a plane out of here.
She would go back to Santa Barbara and try to forget Carl ever existed. She would hire another stud. What was love, anyway? Sex was what she had been used to, just plain old sex. It satisfied the nerves, the yearnings.
Sam wouldn't care, really, if she didn't go to the wedding. They were running away to Reno. Colleen would be relieved.
Colleen lifted her frock over her head and gritted her teeth. Thinking about Sally, just before she had to give Sam his treatment, was like driving a spike in her belly. Or an icicle. She hadn't had a good satisfying orgasm for over a week, the last time she had been with Sally. Playing with herself after Sam's gruntings and heavings was growing tiresome.
She pretended to climax when he did. He would think her completely satisfied.
Tonight she would have to put on quite a performance. The evening before their wedding! Already he had promised her s mink coat. That would take away some of the sting of having to work him up. A life of ease, driving a new car, buying expensive clothes....
If Sam wasn't so old-fashioned she could probably talk him into a threesome with Sally.
But she would probably give herself away, and that wouldn't do, at all! He might even prefer the cute, cuddly blonde....
No, she had to do this all by herself.
She tossed the frock over the back of a chair and smiled at Sam. She arched her breasts forward.
"Honey, why don't you get into your pajamas and robe?
"You said it!" he answered, staring hungrily at her black, lacy panties. She had left her half-slip off, on purpose. Her nylons were black and webbed, held up by elastic at the tops.
He stood up and she ran forward, hugging him. His mouth settled on hers, and she gave a good imitation of being hot. She moved her lips and wiggled her slim bottom, patting him on the seat. How withered! His belly seemed even more prominent than usual. He wasn't in bad shape for a man his age, but who wanted one?
Men were disgusting, anyway. Even the younger studs. Like dogs in heat. Girls were so soft and tender and appealing....
Sam finally let her go and walked toward the master bedroom. She sat on the sofa and had a cigarette. She could hear him puttering around, getting ready for his big night. She would have to sleep with him. She hoped he wouldn't take his false teeth out. How romantic they were!
He came out of the bedroom, and she noticed he had left a light on. Before long she would be in there, doing her best!
She smiled, hoping it looked genuine, and held her arms out. She opened her slender thighs, curling her bottom upward.
His eyes seemed to burn with desire. His robe was sticking out in front, already. Amazing! Maybe she would get him off without having to go through too many contortions. Still, he would want to drag it out, because once was his limit. Perhaps in the morning he would try again-horrid thought!
"I'm just burning, honey!" she lied, as he sank down beside her. His hand went to her nude thighs. She could hardly keep from cringing. It was impossible to imagine that Sally was here, instead of Sam.
She kicked her legs and ran her hands a-cross his sunken chest. She opened his robe. His flesh felt cold, doughy. His cologne was much too strong.
"Make me real hot, honey!" she cried.
Just keep thinking about those millions he has, she told herself.
His hand pressed her vee, and he trembled. "Damn, you're so beautiful, darling!" he muttered, thickly.
She firmed her femininity against his hand. She made cooing sounds. She opened his robe and slipped her hands down to his loins. He was getting into good shape.
"Ohhh-you're going to hurt me with that, honey!" she whispered.
He moved his cold fingers to the pout of her lace-covered breasts. He fondled them clumsily, as usual. She cozied his manhood, murmured silly endearments.
He'll pay for this, she thought, weaving her hips, simulating her passion.
"Want to go in on the bed, honey?" she murmured, invitingly.
"Uhhhh-yes!" he exclaimed.
"I'll give you a real good time, tonight!" she breathed, squeezing his manhood. "The best you ever had!"
"I didn't ever think I'd find such a wonderful girl!" he panted.
How idiotically corny!
"Don't rush me, though honey," she whispered. "We want to make it last and last...." Like hell, she thought. "Yes!" he blurted.
His hand shook as it went inside her panties. She rolled her bottom around, making little copulatory lifts.
"I think I'm going to have the best time of my life," she breathed. "I love that!"
"You're so ... sexy tonight!" he exclaimed. She had never been quite so outspoken, with Sam. He was like a little boy with a new cap pistol, second childhood.
He didn't even know how to tickle a girl's clitoris! She was glad, really. She would save that till later, when he was snoring, exhausted. Or, if she was lucky, she wouldn't become excited enough to need her nerves relieved of their tensions. If she had to do it she would dream of Sally....
Jean slipped quietly up to the door of her father's apartment. She had sneaked a key from Sam's ring; he was so involved with Colleen he hadn't noticed.
She listened carefully. The living room drapes were drawn, so she couldn't peer inside.
Seemed very quiet. Had they gone into the bedroom already? She stood there a moment in the cool darkness, her hatred for Colleen mounting. Hearing no voices, she inserted the key in the lock and turned the door knob. No one protested.
She peeked into the apartment. Then she heard their voices, seeming rather muffled and faraway. They had retired. Good.
Tiptoeing inside, she left the door ajar. She spotted the metal waste paper basket near a desk, and she glided over to it. She found it contained an ample supply of refuse. She moved the basket to the middle of the room and cocked an ear.
Why not take a look at them? The bedroom door wasn't closed. She could see a light coming from that direction.
She walked softly up to the bedroom entrance. One glance told her all she wanted to know.
Sam was naked, and Colleen was just removing her panties. Her breasts already were bare. She cuddled up to Sam, her hand on his manhood.
He was fully aroused. Colleen opened her thighs so he could play around with her. He did, but obviously he was preparing to mount; he moved above her. Colleen's actions were so patently all pretense, Jean wondered why Sam couldn't see through her.
No fool like an old fool.
Colleen wrapped her slender legs about him, her hand down there on him, aiming his penis at the mark. Sam's breathing was labored. His hips lowered. He trembled visibly.
"Ohhhhh!" Colleen cried, and the phoniness of it made Jean smile. "Ohhh-that's ... wonderful, honey!"
"Damn!" Sam exclaimed. Then he moaned as the joining commenced.
Jean turned, not caring to see any more. She moved to the waste-basket and struck a match. She dropped it in on the paper, watched the flames rise, and swiftly departed.
Outside, she slid into her car and started the motor. She could see a flickering yellow light against the living room drapes. She steered her car out into the street, a mean smile curving her lips.
The neighborhood was very quiet. She was sure no one had seen her. She drove down into town, parking innocently in front of a drug store and awaited developments.
Her father would have everything of his own insured, of course. A little smoke would spoil things....