Chapter 4
WHAT A SCREAM, TAKING SAM'S TREAT "Well, hello Jean!"
Jean had driven downtown to have a sandwich, going into one of her old haunts, Eddie's Bakery Bar. She hadn't found Sam or Colleen anywhere. Perhaps they had driven into Missoula.
The pleasant feminine greeting turned Jean around. She was surprised to see Donna Anderson, and even more surprised that Donna had spoken. The slim brownette had been very popular in high school, even though she escaped being actually beautiful, she was striking. Her brown hair was now shaped closely to her head, and she wore tight pants and a snug red jersey.
"I'm home visiting, on vacation," Donna said, taking a stool next to Jean's. "Not many of the old gang around."
"They're all married," Jean said. "Aren't you?"
Jean had been a loner; still, she recalled that Donna had never snubbed her, as some of the popular girls had. Perhaps that had been because of the Sampson influence, their money.
"I tried it, once," Donna said, smiling. Her brown eyes were suspiciously wiser than Jean remembered; they ran over Jean's bodice, lingering on her mouth.
Donna was now living in Seattle, working as a secretary. She was finding Troy very dull. She didn't appear too interested in the local men, what few were available.
"I didn't make it," Jean said, meaning marriage. "You know me, Hips Sampson."
"Some men like plump girls," Donna said, in a friendly manner. Her voice lowered, and her eyes caught Jean's. "If a girl thinks she has to have one...."
Jean looked at Donna's slender, boyish figure and the idea began to stir in her mind. I think she's trying to get a message across.
"They can be very boring," Jean said, leading Donna on. "I've been having a good time lately in California."
"So I heard," Donna said. She smiled. "At least I heard you were down there a lot. You know, you look a lot better than you used to. I like your hair; you're not nearly as big as you used to be, either. Something down in California must be agreeing with you."
"I can find men there," Jean said. She winked at Donna, lowering her voice. Some of those male escorts can give a girl a hot time."
"Good! Every gal needs a little sexing once in a while. You've changed, and I guess I have too. We're older. We can say what we wouldn't have said back in the high school days. Boy, was I dumb!" Donna leaned nearer, whispering. Her tone was intimate. "I've been to some real swinging parties. Girls dressed like boys, men like girls ... I guess I wouldn't shock you if I asked this-have you ever tried it with another girl?"
"A few times," Jean lied.
Donna giggled. Her lilac perfume touched Jean's senses. She felt a tug of attraction for Donna.
"Did you like it?" Donna asked, softly.
"Not bad...." She was tempted, but after all she had had a busy day, and she wanted to locate Colleen and Sam. "You staying at home on your vacation, Donna?"
"Yes. Why don't you call me?"
"I will, tomorrow. Maybe we can cook something up."
Donna leaned nearer. The jut of her breasts under the red jersey had their sensuous appeal. "We're grown women, now, dear. Why not have a little fun out of life?"
Jean winked. She wanted to think about it, first.
After some more bright chatter, Donna left Jean watched the limber swing of her bottom as she walked out of the Bakery Bar.
With all that equipment she could catch a lot of men-and she likes girls.
After eating, Jean drove by her father's apartment. Still no sign of him or Colleen. She decided to try Colleen's apartment; she had looked up the address in the phone book. It was in a newer section of Troy, a ground-floor duplex. Sure enough, Sam's Imperial was parked in front. A light was on in the left unit, which would be Colleen's.
I've got to find a way to break them up, she thought.
She drove by, slowly, and turned right at the next intersection. Full darkness had fallen. She saw an alley behind the duplex and idled her car along it. She parked at the rear of a large shed, cut the lights.
Maybe a little snooping would be in order. There were no fences and a great deal of lawn, so she had no problem slipping up to the lighted windows. Shrubs grew close to the duplex; if a car came by she could duck behind some greenery. The evening had cooled; Troy was in the timber country, and the nights, even in summer, were pleasantly cool.
A window was up-and from the location of it she knew it must belong to a bedroom. A soft light burned inside. She heard their voices, and she crept up very close. When she raised her head she discovered that the drapes weren't quite together. She could look into the room.
She felt a shiver of excitement.
Sam lay on his back on the counterpane, a pillow under his head. Colleen, in bra and panties, sat at the edge of the bed, running her fingers over his chest. Wasn't her Dad trying to push things a little? Hadn't he topped her once today already?
It didn't bother her looking in at her father. She hoped he could still enjoy life, but not with a greedy bitch like Colleen. She was sure that some of his trips to the larger cities weren't for business alone. She'd read that some men were virile even at the age of seventy.
Colleen was all sweetness and light, cooing and using baby talk. Her bra and panties were smoky-colored, very sheer. She had a good figure, all right. Her thighs were firm, and Jean looked again at her lovely breasts.
Sam was starting to become aroused. Well, well!
"Want me to take my bra off so you can play with my titties, honey?" she purred. In Jean's ears it sounded phony and stilted, but Sam ate it up.
"You said it, darling!" he exclaimed.
Colleen leaned over him, kissing him on the mouth. His hands went to her dark, wavy hair. She unhooked her lacy little bra, and her brown-tipped nipples appeared. She had wide aureoles, Jean noticed. Her nipples weren't erect, though. Obiously, she was pretending most of her passion.
Earlier in the day, when she had been fondling them herself, her peaks had turned very hard and swollen.
Sam found her breasts and Colleen lifted her mouth. She weaved her shoulders, pressing a mound into his palm.
"Is that better, love?" Colleen murmured sweetly.
Jean felt like throwing up. It was so put-on, artificial.
But nevertheless, Sam was getting bigger. Colleen reached for his manhood and held it in her hand.
"You're awfully good to me!" he said, his voice choked.
Colleen's expression, when Sam couldn't see her face, revealed her distate. The whore, Jean thought. But then, I have to buy my fun.
One thing in Donna's favor, Jean thought suddenly, was the fact that she evidently wouldn't have to pay! The idea of having a girl fondle her, a girl as appealing as Donna, began to have a certain allure.
"Play with them good, honey!" Colleen said.
Sam was now rigid! Colleen's hand toyed with him. He uttered a low moan of pleasure.
The old rooster! Could he do it twice in one day? Jean began to find the situation rather comical. She stifled a giggle.
I want to see Colleen really work for it, Jean thought, maliciously. She was a good mimic, and she sank below the window level and made a noise like a tomcat, ready for battle. It was quite loud.
A grunt of surprise came from inside the o-pen window. Jean stood up again, peered into the bedroom, and smiled. Sam's head was raised off the pillow, and a look of annoyance showed clearly on his face.
Best of all, he was no longer rigid!
"Damn cats!" Sam growled.
"Don't pay any attention, love," Colleen said, her hand still on his manhood. "You can do it, I just know you can!"
Jean wanted to burst out laughing.
Sam settled back, squeezing one of Colleen's breasts. She couldn't quite hide a fleeting frown. Her nipples were flat. The noise had bothered the brunette, too.
"Honey," she said, "let me go a minute. I'll be right back."
"Oh, keep holding me," Sam exclaimed. "Those cats will go away."
Colleen continued to fondle him. He began to respond. He closed his eyes, concentrating, and the look on Colleen's face was almost hatred. She glared at the draperies, and Jean wanted to make another meowing sound. Not yet, though.
Presently, Colleen stood up and slid her panties down. She sank on the bed, swinging above him, straddling him. Sam gave a moan of appreciation. He was rigid again.
Colleen lowered her bottom, and tried to guide his malesness to the mark. She had difficulty balancing on one arm and her knees. Sam was busy squeezing her breasts, breathing faster.
"Uhhhhhh!" Sam grunted.
Jean went into action. She moved away from the window a few feet, and the caterwailing she now emitted was directed right at the bedroom.
"Damn!" Sam cried, frantically. The bed-springs rattled.
Jean heard Colleen curse, and when she peered through the break in the draperies she saw that Colleen was backing away. Sam had gone completely limp!
Colleen looked simply furious. She stood at the side of the bed, trying to smile, but it was a weak imitation. She dropped down beside him, her hand sliding over his chest.
"Ohhh, love, I'm so sorry!"
Sam, Jean noticed, looked very disappointed. "I almost made it," he muttered. "Darling-why don't you...? I think I could-that way...."
Jean was surprised. Evidently he had been around more than she had supposed.
Colleen trembled visibly. Her smile was so phony it was a wonder Sam couldn't see through her. But love was blind. No fool like an old fool.
"Well, anything you want, love," Colleen said, forcing her cheerfulness.
She crawled back on the bed and positioned her head between Sam's legs.
"Come on now, love!" Colleen urged, employing her baby talk routine again. She held his maleness with her right hand and attempted to arouse him with her lips.
Sam trembled. Jean blinked. Damned if he wasn't starting to come up again!
"Get big for me!" Colleen breathed. "You can do it, honey!"
Jean dropped below the window again. This time she let out a whole series of feline wails and snarls. She hit her hand against the side of the house, as though the tomcats were really having a battle.
"Damnation!" Sam shouted. "Beat it. you filthy beasts!"
Jean almost doubled over with silent laughter. When she recovered, she stood up. A peek through the drapes told her all she needed to know. Colleen was off the bed again, standing beside it. Sam struggled to a sitting position, his feet on the floor.
"Sorry," he said, his head down.
Colleen shot him a dagger-like glare. Her sweet tones seemed very strained.
"I'm sorry, too, Sam." She dropped beside him and put her arms around him. "You'll make it tomorrow, honey. Just remember how good it was for you this afternoon!"
"Sure," he muttered. "Sure."
Jean beat a hasty retreat. As soon as she was in her car, and driving away, down the alley, she could hold her laughter no longer. What a scream! Taking Sam's treat. She doubted that he could make it, anyway-but she had really wrecked his effort.
She would keep working on the two lovers.' She would fix Colleen's wagon.