Chapter 15
SHE HAD GOTTEN HER FILL OF SEX....
Carl lay on his apartment bed and watched Nita bounce and swing her bottom around on his manhood.
The booze he had taken earlier was helping him control himself. He still felt grateful to Nita. He was determined to hold off his climax until she had got her fill of thrills.
Of course, he could top her more than one time. And he probably would-later. But he needed practice in the art of keeping rigid and interested. There was always a deep lull in a man's lust after the first blast of passion. He would see how long he could hold. And if he ever got his hands on Jean again he would show her what he could do!
If he was any judge, from his limited experience, Nita was far better than average.
He held her breasts in his hands, watching the expression on her face as she bobbed up and down. Even with Edna he had never been very clinical about sex; he was enjoying a relatively new experience.
"This is going to be better yet, honey!" she panted, pausing on an up-stroke.
He teased her swollen nipples, and faint tremors in her pelvis rewarded his efforts. Her mounds were firmed with her desire, luscious handfulls.
Far away he heard the moan of a siren. Somebody being picked up for speeding, no doubt. Another distant howl indicated something more serious. Several cars sped by his apartment. A fire?
Nita was paying no attention. She dangled there above him, tightening herself around him, her breathing jerky. She arched her hips and commenced a slow rotary motion, keeping his manhood right at the door of her moist, heated cove. He looked down there, the vision filling a vaccum in his emotional makeup.
Nothing shy about this girl.
Gradually, she deepen the tantalizing strokes. He felt the tensing of her body, and another wave of delectable claspings made her moan.
"Ohhhh-I almost went, that time!" she cried softly.
"Have all the fun you can, blondie," he murmured.
She held, with his piston embedded to the hilt. She gasped and wiggled. The bed creaked. Her nipples in his palms turned to spikes.
"I'm going to try to-not move any more-and just let it come...." she gasped.
"Any way you like it," he said. Might be an interesting variation. He had read something a-bout such a method employed by natives in the South Seas, but he couldn't recall the name of the island where it was practiced.
The girl and the man joined and then neither was supposed to move. Friends of the couple helped with words and caresses. This made the pleasure come very slowly and excruciatingly.
Nita had already brought herself close to the brink with her squirmings and liftings, so there should be no real problem....
"Ohhhh-oh!" she breathed, as tiny shivers raced along her body. He felt the tightenings of her membranes, and her soft thighs gripped him.
"Ohhh-honey ... it's starting!" she panted.
Her mouth twisted as if she were in pain, and the little coilings within came more swiftly. A shudder passed through her loins. Each pound of her heart brought a dramatic heightening of her tension.
Her breasts throbbed, her whole body quaked. Suddenly the purposeful squeezings of her vagina turned into a kind of involuntary storm of convulsive spasms.
"Ohhhhh-I'm going off!" she shouted.
Hard waves of tremors seized her, and then she could hold still no longer. She bucked and lunged and turned frantic. The bed shook. Her body stiffened, and she bounced out her climax. .
The sweet churning of her rapturous depths nearly drew him along, but he knew he had been helped by the distraction of the sirens and his wish to please her for what she had accomplished, for snapping him out of a stupid, immature state of mind.
She softened and fell down on him, still shuddering, moaning, as the shivers of her joy continued, slowing, fading....
He squeezed her bottom and helped her all he could. Her murmurs of appreciation were like jewels in his ears.
"Ohhhh, honey-if it gets any better I'll faint! You're so good to me...."
More sirens. He stirred.
"What's the matter honey?" she whispered, giving a few last wiggles.
"Sounds like a big fire is happening," he said.
"Ohhh-don't move. Next time I want you to go!"
"I will sugar. I will...."
Colleen, receiving Sam's eager painful thrusts, sniffed smoked. Odd. Had she left a cigarette burning?
Well, she had to let Sam have his pleasure. He had been denied too many times lately. He was panting and straining, his breath hot on her throat. She felt sweaty and mashed already. He didn't know how to brace himself so a girl could respond fully-even if she wanted to.
His crude pumpings came more rapidly. The old goat was going to make it a little sooner than usual....
She patted his rump and made her sounds of sexy joy. Delaying his lust would be too risky, which was just as well. He might go limp ... Sometimes it was touch and go, anyway. Oh, how she hated this animal-like contact!
She wormed her hips and arched her breasts against his doughy chest. The pain of his pokings wasn't quite so sharp, now.
"Come on, honey," she whispered. "Give me my big thrill!"
He grunted and pumped a little faster. The smoke odor was more pronounced. She heard a crackling sound, now. Her sudden fright caused her to flinch, and Sam muttered, sweat coming out on his body as he heaved and pushed....
His pantings came more swiftly. She felt the tell-tale swelling of his manhood, and she knew the critical point had been reached. This was what he was marrying her for a man of his age would still feel like a man if he could top a young woman.
She bucked her hips as best she could in her mashed-down position.
"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned in simulated ecstasy. "Ohhh-do it to me, honey!
The smoke was billowing into the bedroom. Damn. She had to get him off! It was very important!
Now he was losing himself in his rutty rush to completion. She hugged him with her thighs and made the sensuous coital lifts, desperately hoping he wouldn't be distracted by the smoke. She could see flames in the living room.
"Uhhhhhh!" he groaned.
"Come on, honey-do it-now!" she panted.
He strained and strained. He was wet with sweat. He was trying, trying-dirving a little deeper....
Suddenly he coughed. A startled exclamation came from his lips. He bucked a few more times, but already she felt the lessening of his vigor. He was turning soft....
Any other time he would have made it. But he was failing. He cursed and rolled away from her. He coughed again, scrambling off the bed.
Quickly she left the bed, too, and raced past him, into the living room. A high blaze roared; the whole room was aflame! She backed away, and ran to a window. She opened it. Sam was cursing and bellowing. She caught his hand and led him to the window. The damned screen was still there. She lifted her leg and kicked it loose. She scrambled through the opening, her bottom scraping on a sharp protuberance of the window sill. She yelled.
"Come on, Sam!"
He staggered to the window, started wiggling through it. She was glad he had taken a ground floor unit. Her feet hit into a flower bed, and she fell backward. She jumped upright and helped Sam out of the window. A moment later they tumbled through, onto the ground. Sam hit with a thud.
Sam uttered a harsh moan. He lay quite still. She tugged at his arm, and then suddenly she saw someone running forward to help her.
"He's hurt!" she screamed, pointing at Sam.
Smoke and flame spurted out of the window of the room they had just left. She looked down at her naked body and a stream of profanity broke from her throat.
Sirens moaned, car motors roared. She had never been so humiliated and embarrassed in her life.
Jean squirmed restlessly in the chair that faced the sofa where her father sat, experiencing a deep remorse at what she had done. They were in a motel she had found for Sam after the big apartment blaze. Oddly, he didn't seem pale or distraught. He surprised her by saying he had even slept well.
Some fourteen hours had passed since the fire. The sun was shining outside.
"What did the doctor say, Dad?"
"I'm a mite upset, but he gave me a clean bill of health. Colleen, bless her heart, thought I'd had a stroke or something." He chuckled. "Kind of bad being out there naked, but somebody gave us some blankets...."
Jean had arrived at the scene of the confusion shortly after the local firemen had the blaze under cotnrol.
She was still shaky inside, thinking about what could have happened. She had let her anger at Colleen sway her judgement.
"Are you two going to Reno?" Jean asked.
Sam smiled. "It's up to Colleen. You know, the doc said something else. I've had a kind of circulatory trouble for quite a while. The excitement of the fire and getting out of the window loosened something around my heart-I don't know the medical terms. I feel like I was ten years younger!"
"Oh, that's wonderful!" Jean said, truthfully.
He winked. "I was excited about something else, too."
She laughed, greatly relieved. "I think I know what you mean."
I think I can make Colleen very happy," he said, confidently. He had more color in his cheeks, a sparkle in his eyes.
"Why don't you two get married here in Troy?" Jean said.
II he's that much better Colleen will really have her hands fulll Jean thought, delighted. I'd like to be around and watch the show from the sidelines.
"I believe we will, at that," Sam replied. Jean stood up, went over to him and kissed him.
As she drove to her apartment, feeling much better about things, her thoughts returned to Carl Zeller.
She knew she had to try to see him again. She had treated him very badly. The fact that he had taken another girl to his apartment still hurt, but it also indicated he might be waking up to a few facts of life.
With a bit of hope in her mind, her mood brightened. How could she arrange a meeting with Carl? She shivered just thinking about him. He had turned a lot of her values around, made her realize that there was such a thing as really falling for a guy, such a thing as dreaming a-gain about 'settling down,' no matter how corny it had seemed when she was in Caliofrnia....