Chapter 16
SHE HATED MEN ... ALL MEN....
When Colleen breezed into Sam's motel suite she sensed an immediate change in him. Instead of being rather pale and shaken, he actually looked stronger and more robust! His color was improved, and the gleam in his eyes said she was in for trouble.
She had spent a restless night in her apartment. The scare of the fire and getting out of the window seemed difficult to shake off.
She was disappointed about the disruption of their plans. She had looked forward to Reno, the night clubs, the extravagant shows, the fine food ... and new clothes. Oodles of those.
As he explained his improvement, as he repeated what he had said to Jean, she felt a sinking sensation in her middle. He would probably live for years!
He was going to start playing golf again.
There was also in his manner a new firmness. He wasn't as meek. And she had thought he had had a light stroke! It had turned into a stroke of misfortune for her. He would be more virile, more demanding.
She had to play her game out-or lose it.
"Why Sam, honey-I'm dilirious!" she gushed, tripping up to him and hugging him. His hand went instantly to her blouse. He cupped her breasts with avid interest.
"I think we'll get married here in town," he said, unbuttoning her garment. "Then Jean can come to the wedding."
She's really gotten to him, Colleen thought. She realized she shouldn't argue with him. Maybe when he became sexually excited she could change his mind.
His hand inside her blouse roamed wtih more purpose. She had dressed very carefully for him, as became a woman about to get married. Her bra was so thin her nipples seemed to be right against his fingers.
They were actually starting to turn pointy.
She had been so upset about the fire and the excape that she hadn't relieved herself the night before. She had called Sally's number and no one had answered.
Did Sally have a new girl friend already?
"Oh, Sam, you're so impulsive!" Colleen cooed, patting his rump. He wore a loud sporty outfit, bright shirt and the latest in slacks. "We can always go to Reno after the wedding."
"It'll be hot there this time of year," Sam replied, kissing her on the neck. His fingers located the fastener on her bra, and he unhooked it. Her bare mounds seemed oversensitive today. Had the excitement of the fire done something to her, too?
She reminded herself that she hated men-
If Sally's giving it to some other girl I'll fix her, Colleen thought darkly.
"Was the apartment badly damaged?" Colleen asked, trying to steer him away from sex.
"All insured. Let's don't talk about that ... I was disappointed last night." Then he added some words that surprised her. "I'd like to finish what I didn't do."
She had just showered and fixed her hair, and she didn't want to get all messed up so early in the day-but somehow the initiative had slipped out of her hands. He was the Boss. It shook her. No man had ever dominated her.
Well, she had plenty of ammunition in her arsenal. Let him think he was the big man; he would be putty in her hands again when he was fully satisfied....
And after the marriage she would pop the whip good.
"I'm so sorry you didn't-finish, last night, honey," she whispered.
His hand tightened on her breast. He laughed. "Why don't you give me a little strip show, darling?"
She trembled. "Don't you want to wait till tonight, honey?"
He pulled the blouse loose from her skirt. "We'll take care of tonight when it comes! I feel great! I had steak and eggs for breakfast. I'm raring to go!"
"Whatever you say, you big strong man, you," she answered, making a face he couldn't see. When he got through pumping around she knew she would have to set her nerves at ease.
She would dream about Sally, and have a really good, satisfying climax....
Donna Anderson watched the young blonde waitress and squirmed on the chair bottom. The day before she had walked by the Look-Inn cafe and noticed the cute addition to the place. She had asked a few questions around town, since she was well acquainted in Missoula, and had learned that Sally Bell was a kind of loner; she didn't have many dates in spite of her fresh beauty.
One beauty operator had hinted that Sally was 'queer.' That had been enough to whet Donna's appetite.
She sipped her coke and noted that Sally was becoming aware of her presence. The dinner rush was over. Sally apparently had the afternoon shift all by herself. The cafe wasn't large.
Donna was still angry with Jean. She was quite sure the big blonde wouldn't go for any more playing around, so Donna had gone to Missoula to look around. She believed she had struck pay dirt.
Sally's feminine, girlish gestures, her sweet, pouty mouth, the velvety look of her complexion, and her shy manner, all fired Donna's passion.
Sally paused in front of Donna, smiling. "Like another coke?"
Donna was the only person at the counter. The cook appeared to be occupied. She leaned forward, smiling back. She felt her nipples swell inside her bra. Sally's blue, shy eyes held a mute invitation....
"I'm Donna Anderson. Just came into town
... I live in Troy. What does a girl do around this place for excitement?" She gave Sally a provocative look and let her eyes wander down to the sweet bulges of Sally's breasts, cleverly shaped by her uniform.
A faint, unmistakable flush colored Sally's throat. She giggled. Her eyes returned the caress, and Donna felt a surge of elation.
"Some swell night clubs around Missoula," Sally murmured, dimpling. Donna wore a snug jersey and stretch pants, as she generally did. She saw the blonde's eyes linger on the jersey, where Donna's firmly-shaped breasts pouted.
"Let's go out tonight and have a few drinks," Donna suggested.
"I'd l-like that," Sally replied. Even her slight stutter was appealing. "I get off at five."
It took only a few moments to arrange the date. Donna jotted down Sally's address. Two customers came in, breaking up their conversation, and Donna left the cafe, strolling out to her car. Her heart thudded.
Cuter than cute, Donna thought. Such a nice, sexy wiggle. She knows what I want ... To hell with Jean.
Ever since they had parted at the cafe Donna had been hoping for this, dreaming of it. She had gone to a service station rest room and had freshened her makeup, dabbed on more lilac perfume.
Now it was happening.
Sally's lips softened voluptuously, opening wider. Donna wiggled her tongue into Sally's mouth, furiously excited. The little blonde snuggled closer, shivering.
She needs it, Donna thought, victoriously. What was more thrilling than a new conquest?
Donna tightened her circling arm, amazed at Sallly's trembly responses. Donna ran her tongue slowly back and forth, all along the pout of Sally's heated lips, tasting her desire, sampling the fresh appeal that had stimulated her interest. Her hand wandered down to the cute curve of Sally's bottom.
Sparks seemed to fly from her fingers to the velvety planes of Sally's body. She drove her tongue deeply, her ardor mounting. Sally yielded in a tantalizing display of female yearning. She shivered all over.
Jean was good, but this little thing is better! Donna thought.
Donna opened the filmy nylon wrapper, stroking her tongue in and out, in and out. until Sally quaked. Donna played her fingers lightly across Sally's tummy, then upward to the ripe jut of twin delights.
Their mouths came apart, at last.
"You sweet thing, you!" Donna breathed, her hand covering the lacy-bordered bulge of Sally's breast.
"I ... I wanted you to do this," Sally whispered.
"I had to get my hands on you," Donna said, squeezing Sally's breasts, gently.
"Ohhh-I know!" Sally gasped. "I knew you understood."
Well, she was no virgin, and that would make things better, actually. No need for a lot of persuasive remarks, breaking down barriers.
Sally might like the boys, too, but she had all the earmarks of a femme, and Donna found herself wondering how many girls had preceded her.
What did it matter?
She steered Sally to the sofa, and they sank down together. Her hand went between Sally's thighs, lightly caressing.
"Nice," Donna said, kissing Sally's shoulder, breathing in her fragrance. "Somebody been neglecting you, honey?"
"Y-yes...."
"Let's make this real fun!" Her hand reached Sally's panties.
"Are we g-going out?" Sally asked, widening the spread of her thighs.
"Why?"
Sally giggled. "Sometimes I like to dance with guys and let them work me up."
"Honey, I can do that!" Donna said, her fingers shaping the blonde's girl-mound.
"Ohhh ... y-yes!"
"Have you ever let a man take you, sweet?"
"Once...." Sally murmured. "I didn't like it."
"They're so crude," Donna said, watching Sally's breasts straining at the cups of her bra. "I've got something in my purse you'll love."
"Ohh ... what is it?"
"I'll show you after a while, honey." Her hand stole inside Sally's panties. The blonde shivered. The soft, velvety zones of her vee made Donna's nipples turn hard in her bra.
Sally was moist and ready. Donna teased the tiny point of pleasure and Sally's hips curled upward. Her breath caught.
"Ohhh ... I'm getting so hot!" Sally gasped.
"Just wait till I get undressed, honey," Donna whispered. She withdrew her hand and lifted it to the alluring pair of beauties cradled in smoky cups. She nibbled the lobe of Sally's ear, playing her fingers across Sally's erect breasts. She whispered again.
"I'll make you forget you ever saw a guy. I'm hungry, too. I'll tease you and tease you an then I'll make your little gun go bang, bang, bang!"
"Ohhhhh!" Sally gasped. "The way you talk!"
Donna giggled. "What's more fun?"
"N-nothing I know of...."
Donna opened Sally's bra, her fingers shaky. What a pair of charmers! They seemed to leap out of confinement.
Luscious white globes, cherry-tipped, silky smooth ... firming under her gentle touches....
"You've really got 'em honey!" Donna murmured, feeling a wave of quickening need. Her fingertips danced over the blonde's alluring curves. The little red nipples stiffened, and Sally squirmed. She panted.
"If you don't ... stop that I'm ... going to...."
"What?" Donna teased.
"Go ... off!" Sally cried, her hips lifting again.
Donna smiled to herself. I don't need that Jean Sampson, now. She giggled and left the sofa. Standing in front of Sally, she began to undress.