Chapter 3
MAKE IT SWEET, COLLEEN
Jean parked her rental car in front of Sam's luxury apartment house, glad to see his New Yorker in its accustomed slot. He was home. The plane trip had been uneventful, and Troy, stuck down between two wooded hills, looked about the same. Darkness still was an hour or so a-way. She had had a light meal between planes, at Portland, Oregon.
She walked up to his front door and entered without knocking, as usual. She opened her lips to greet him, and then stopped. The room lay in soft twilight, and she saw immediately that she had stepped into an interesting situation.
Colleen was sprawled on a sofa, naked from the waist down. Her long slim legs were apart, and she was so involved in what she was doing she hadn't heard Jean's almost noiseless entrance. The purr of an air-conditioner had also helped cover Jean's intrusion.
A pair of men's slippers lay on the carpet, evidence that Sam had been here until recently. In fact, she thought she heard faint sounds from the bathroom.
Brunette Colleen, her head propped up on a pillow, had one hand between her rounded thighs, her breasts were out and were being caressed with her left hand....
She had a slender, shapely body, Jean had to admit. Her breasts were dainty cones, brown-tipped. Right at the moment, her nipples were sharply erect. Her hips moved slowly in coital thrusts, while her finger was centered on the tip of her clitoris....
It was an amazing scene, really. Jean had never watched another girl play with herself. Woman, really.
Her movements, her quick breathing, indicated she was nearing her crest. Jean wanted to shout or say something, but why deny her the pleasure that Sam evidently hadn't been able to give her?
Colleen's hands moved faster; her hips bucked-and suddenly she uttered a sharp moan of delight. She stiffened, her head drew back, and Jean saw the tortured expression of sexual delight on her pretty, rather over-painted face.
Colleen relaxed, her hips quieting.
The way Jean had always heard it, the man usually stayed in bed and the wife went to the bathroom to finished with her sexy thrills.
Suddenly Jean recovered her senses. The little drama had stirred her desire, oddly.
"Was it good, Colleen?" she said, dryly.
Colleen opened her eyes, gasped and snatched at her discarded skirt. She yanked her blouse together, and even in the dimness Jean could see the hot flush that ran up the brunette's throat.
"Ohhh!" Colleen cried, softly, casting a glance toward the bathroom. "Oh, you awful-eavesdropper!'"
"I just walked in," Jean said, taking a chair. "Sam didn't get you off, I see!"
"You-vile creature!" Colleen muttered, glaring.
Jean laughed. "Interesting show, really! Go ahead and get dressed. I've seen naked girls before-or I should say, naked women." She lowered her voice, and winked. "You ought to show Sam what to do with his hand, if he can't any other way...."
Colleen stood up and found her panties. She put them on, quickly. She buttoned her blouse and slipped into her skirt. She turned to give Jean a catty stare.
"I suppose you came home to break us up-is that it?"
"Well, of course, darling! I can't have my doddering father marrying a harpie like you."
"I'll get even with you!" Colleen snapped. She appeared to be regaining her poise. "He's in the palm of my hand, right now."
"Maybe I'll tell him what I saw, just now. He's a little old-fashioned."
"Ha! He wouldn't believe you. I've heard rumors about your activities, too. You can't get dates, so you buy them!"
Jean raised her eyebrows. "Well, you can't prove it. At least my dates give me satisfaction."
Colleen started to fire back and the sound of a door being closed broke up the catty interchange. Sam appeared in a very proper robe.
He saw Jean and he stopped, his mouth open.
"I ... well, hello, Jean," he managed, embarrassed.
"Just got in, Dad," she answered, smiling. "Did I interrupt something?"
Sam flushed. "Er ... no, of course not! Colleen and I were just having a little chat...."
She stood up. "I'll be going. I'll be at my apartment. When's the wedding?" she added, coolly.
"In a week," Sam replied. He ran his hand through his graying hair. "I'm glad you could make it-so soon."
Jean laughed. "Maybe a little too soon."
Her apartment, about a mile from her father's, was stuffy. The maid had kept things clean, however. She turned on the air-conditioner and sank into a chair. She was tired. Joe had done a fine job on her. She had climaxed three times, and even at Portland she had still been a little weak-kneed.
She had promised to ask for him the next time she was in Santa Barbara. The rent on her beach house was paid for two weeks. With luck, she could wind things up here in Troy and be back in sunny California in ten days.
She had taken all her new clothes with her. Even if she didn't return, and the house was rented to someone else, she would suffer no great loss.
New clothes thrilled her, anyway. There were some good shops in Missoula.
Right now, she needed a shower and a change. She would drop over to see her father later.
Had Colleen already moved in? Probably no tin this staid community. Sam liked to keep up appearances.
She had a week to break it up. Already she had a few ideas....
Colleen and her model figure, her rounded bottom and long legs, represented a real threat to Jean's security.
I'll bet she pretended to go off, so Dad would think he'd really made her flip, she thought. As soon as they're married she'll pick up a Romeo.
Jean began to wonder why the vision of Colleen's sprawled legs, the hand playing with her breasts, the other on her vee, had stirred her interest. The idea of trying it with another girl had occurred to her, of course. She had never pushed the thought aside; her big interest had always been men.
Come to think of it, there had been some talk about Colleen years earlier. The slender brunetttte had shared an apartment with a cute little blonde, a newcomer to Troy. But, of course, tongues always wagged in a small community. The blonde had suddenly left town; she had been a waitress.
Colleen had latched onto another man, and the gossip had ended-at least, about any possible lesbian leanings.
Jean had seen plenty of it in Nevada and California. Nobody cared. She had simply never run into a girl that excited her. And why worry about it when men were available?
Still, I wouldn't mind trying a girl, just for kicks. I might even love it.
Later, when she called Sam's apartment, there was no answer. Colleen's fine touch, of course. She wouldn't want father and daughter together any more than she could help. Jean had made her purpose clear.
They were probably out to dinner. She had told her father she would be around later. After she had a bite to eat she would drive over there and see what was cooking. She realized she might have a tough battle on her hands. But definitely, her father deserved someone better than Colleen. She was after his money, nothing else.
"How long since you parked on a lonely road with a girl, Sam?" Colleen asked, snuggling up to him.
"Years!" Sam exclaimed.
Colleen patted his leg, permitting her short skirt to slip back along her thighs. Moonlight slanted into the front seat of his big car. She could see his eyes on her legs. Good. Keep him occupied the rest of the evening.
Jean hadn't come back to Troy for a wedding; she had returned to break it up. Colleen knew her beauty was starting to fade, just a little. Sam would make an ideal catch. He wouldn't be too demanding-once or twice a week was about all he could stand.
Secretly, she had always been something of a man-hater. She had used her slender beauty to get the good things out of life, and she intended to continue her course. Sam had piles of money, more than any of her previous husbands. As soon as they were married she could start seeing Sally Bell again. Sally lived in Missoula, which made things handy. Visits to a good hairdresser, shopping; there would always be excuses that would satisfy Sam.
Sally was cute and blonde and cuddly; she worked in a cafe, had her own small apartment. Colleen had initiated Sally into the pleasures girl-fun about two months earlier. But Colleen couldn't see Sally as often as she liked, especially when she had to appear to be crazy about Sam. Well, her campaign was about ended; she had him hooked. Earlier than day, before Jean's arrival, she had pretty well clinched the deal. She had been very 'daring' with naive old Sam, and after a long interlude of letting him feel her all over, take her clothes off, she had worked him up big and hard.
Of course, he had done it the old-fashioned way. But she knew all the tricks. She had made it real good for him.
As usual, though, she hadn't had much fun out of it. A man being inside her had never dragged her over the edge into an orgasm. The act was just a little distasteful. The seat of her pleasure was her clitoris, and only a slow buildup with another woman really made her go bang-bang.
Sally, with her soft thighs and big sloping breasts, her cute mouth, the way she yielded, gave Colleen a big charge.
Sam had left her up in the air, and then Jean had come into the living room and watched.
She didn't generally resort to teasing herself off, but now and then a woman just had to settle her nerves. v "Feel me up, darling," Colleen murmured, nestling her slim body close to his. Sam shiver-ed. She was almost positive he wouldn't be able to do it again for several days-but it would keep him interested.
"You're so good to me," Sam murmured. "You make me feel younger!"
"I'm all yours, Sam-you know that," she murmured.
Before dinner he had driven her by her apartment, and she had showered and changed. She had walked through her living room in panties and bra, knowing it would tickle his ego. Men were such fools about a shapely figure!
His hand slid under the hem of her skirt. She cooed in his ear and kissed him. Maybe she could speed up the course of events, get herself married to him before the appointed date.
Anyway, as long as she and Sam were out here, parked in the woods, Jean wouldn't have a chance to interfere.
She had found that he liked a little sexy conversation. He probably hadn't heard any, or very little, until she had moved in. Well, not quite yet. But in a week or less she would be Mrs. Sam Sampson, and big-hipped Jean wouldn't be able to do a thing about it.
"Feel my breasts, too, darling," she whispered.
Sam trembled. He ate it up. "You're so beautiful, Colleen!"
His hand on her thigh was rather clumsy. Just as well, probably. She didn't want to get too worked up herself. She would have no chance to slip into Missoula and see Sally.
She opened the front of her dress. The moonlight revealed the jut of her breasts in the lacy bra. Sam muttered enthusiastically. She touched his loins, gently. The old goat was actually becoming aroused!
Would he want to try it again, tonight?
Well, he could try, and that would be about all, at his age. She would invite him to her apartment. That would give him an added thrill.