Chapter 13
Len was sitting on one of the front steps of The Plaza when he saw Packer coming up the walk. Packer walked briskly. Len couldn't understand Packer's rush. He never went to work until later in the afternoon.
Len asked, "You're a little early, aren't you?"
"I'm not coming to go to work. Is Hack Bell around?"
Len shook his head. "I saw him leave a while ago. He hasn't come back."
Packer frowned. He'd come by to pick up the money that Hack owed him. Packer wasn't going to work at The Plaza anymore. It was owned by Luther Block, and after last night Packer didn't want to be where Luther could find him. Packer didn't know what had happened after he'd run out of the motel; but he was now afraid of Luther.
Now Packer said, "Then I'll just have to wait until he gets back."
Len asked, "Guess what?"
Sarcastically Packer said, "Oh, you probably made it big with June again."
"No. June's in the apartment with Doris."
Packer looked at Len, his eyes showing a lot of interest. "How long has she been there?"
"Quite a while."
Packer told himself that he didn't care anymore what June and Doris did; but a second later he realized that he did care. Especially did he care about Doris. He knew what June was, and he could never forget the way he'd felt, rubbing Doris' back that day. He Was surprised now to feel the jealousy that churned inside of him.
"And you left them together?" he asked Len.
Len shrugged. "June told me to get out. She looked pretty hot. Doris didn't complain, and so I left."
"You're some brother!" Packer headed for the entrance of The Plaza.
"Where are you going?" Len called out. "Keep an eye out for your old man," Packer said.
Len watched him disappear inside. Len's eyes grew cold with anger and hate. To hell with them, he thought. I'm not going to stand guard for Doris or for him. Len jumped to his feet and started down the sidewalk. He'd get even. He'd call the old man at work and tell him to come home right away.
When Packer got to the door of the Farmer apartment he knocked softly. "Doris?"
He didn't think she'd answer the door. He had all kinds of wild thoughts ... about them being in bed and locked in each other's arms.
The door suddenly opened and Doris was smiling at him. "Hi, Packer," she said. "Come on in."
He noted that Doris was wearing the same little dress she'd worn the other time he'd come to see her. June, in her skirt and sweater, sat in a chair with her legs crossed sexily.
"How are you, Packer?" she asked.
He glanced at both of them. Doris had a happy look on her face. June was watching him, like a contented cat. He couldn't tell whether something had happened between them while they'd been alone.
To June he said, "Len said you were here."
"We've had a very nice visit," Doris said softly. She smiled at June.
His glance remained on June, trying to see something, anything, that would tell him if she'd made it with Doris. "Yeah, I'll bet you did," he said.
June laughed softly. "Don't worry," she said, "I'm not going to steal your girl."
Packer glanced at Doris, who blushed, and then back at June again. "What do you mean, my girl?"
"That's all I've heard the last few minutes," June said. "All about you." After a pause she added, "Isn't that nice? That's exactly what you need. And it's what I told you from the very beginning. I told you that you needed a. hot little girl that would keep you worn out."
"Oh, June," Doris tried to object.
June got up and started for the door. "So I'll leave you two, together." She stepped outside and closed the door behind her.
Packer cleared his throat and looked over at Doris. She kept her eyes averted as she sat down on the couch As she leaned back and crossed her legs he noted that they were bare, and much of her lovely thigh was visible.
He now realized that he'd had an erection ever since he'd caught sight of Doris. Now that he was alone with her he felt the heat and hardness throbbing in his slacks.
"Did you really say those things about me?" he finally asked.
Doris' head was tipped forward, watching her hands fidgeting in her lap. In a low voice she said, "Maybe she did exaggerate a bit."
Doris was recalling the beautiful moments she'd spent with June. As wonderful and delightful as she'd felt while on the bed with June, it hadn't been enough. Deep within her seethed the passion and hunger, more fierce than she'd ever experienced. She closed her eyes and imagined how terrific he'd feel deep inside of her.
She opened her eyes and looked up to see Packer sliding onto the couch beside her. Even as his arm slid along the back of the couch and his fingers touched her shoulders she toppled and fell against his chest.
Hungrily their mouths came together. As their tongues duelled hotly his hand slid under the hem of her dress. He felt her shivering under his touch. He realized that she was spreading her legs for him; and now he'd traveled the entire distance. His fingers caressed the hot and juicy entrance to her pussy.
"Take me," Doris gasped. "Take me and do it to me, Packer. I can't stand it any more."
He was vaguely aware that the door wasn't locked from the inside and that the old man or Len could use the key to get in. It didn't matter. He couldn't leave her now for even a fraction of a second. Gently he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.
The moment Doris' feet touched the floor she began to wriggle out of her dress. "She tried to ... she made love to me-but it wasn't enough. I need you, Packer." She was completely nude and she slid onto the bed.
Packer felt a lot better. June had tried, but she hadn't brought Doris what she needed. June, with all her experience and years of practice, hadn't been able to satisfy Doris. As he skinned out of his shorts he glanced down at himself, proud of his size and thickness.
He felt huge, like a giant. As he slid onto the bed beside her she moaned delightfully as her hand gripped his erection.
"That's what I need," she panted. "Now, Packer. Put it into me."
Her sharp-pointed nippled moved up and down with each breath. His lips fastened on them and she cried out as the edges of his teeth pressured against them. Gently his hand caressed her heaving stomach before it slid down to her thighs.
Her legs were wide apart, allowing his hand complete freedom. Her mound was puffed and swollen, hot and sticky with her love juice. Briefly his fingertips swirled around in the honey. Doris' fingers were tearing at his skin as she begged him to hurry.
He slid on top of her and kept his head lowered to watch the joining. The tip of his flared erection seemed almost to large to fit into the opening of her pussy; but as he powered she surged and she was taking him, inch by inch. Now he was deep inside of her and he felt the quick and violent spasms that rocked her body.
He began to move back and forth within her as his head dipped down and his mouth fastened on hers. They both broke their kiss because they were heaving and gasping for breath.
"I knew it would be like this," Doris gasped.
"It's the best. You're the best, Doris."
"Oh, thank you-"
Her words were choked off as she arced and flung out her arms. Quickly the violent waves of orgasm thundered through Packer. As he squirted and drove himself into her he felt her fresh convulsions; and the heat and tightness of her sheath seared him and drew delirious sensations out of his body.
He slumped down on top of her. Gently he pushed the damp strands of hair away from her cheeks before he kissed her mouth.
Softly she murmured, "I want to do it again."
"We will."
"And you'll stay right there, inside of me, won't you?"
"I won't move," he promised her.
Packer would have moved if it hadn't been for June. She'd been standing at the entrance of The Plaza, staring out into the street, when she'd suddenly noticed the cab pulling up at the curb.
Loren flung a bill at the driver and leaped out of the back seat. His face was grim and his eyes flashed fire as he hurried up the walk.
He slowed down when he caught sight of June. She asked, "What are you doing home so early?"
"What's going on here?" he demanded. "Len called and said I should come right home."
That bastard, June thought, ratting on his own sister. She knew that Packer was undoubtedly still in the apartment with Doris. June also imagined that if they hadn't made it already, they were probably making it now. If she didn't stop the old man he'd kill them both.
Now she said, "Oh, that. I know why. I was kidding Len. I told him I wanted to go by your apartment and ask Doris if she'd like to go for a walk."
"She's not supposed to talk to you!" Loren glanced about, just to be sure no one saw him talking to June.
June laughed softly. She stepped up to him and pretended to brush some lint from his collar.
"Get away from me," he said. He tried to step around her, but June blocked him.
"Now that you're here," she said in her low sexy voice, "why don't we go to my apartment?"
He didn't object when she slipped her arm through his and walked him into The Plaza. At least he was now out of sight of the people on the street. As they started up the stairway his nostrils began to tingle with the scent of her perfume. Her hip rubbed sensually against his with each step.
"Why can't you leave me alone?" he asked.
"Because you're irresistible," she purred. "Remember that evening at the park?"
Loren's lips tightened. Numbly he shook his head. That was just it. The time with her in the park was the only thing he'd thought about since it happened. He wanted to do it again. Although he resisted the thought, he knew that he was weakening and that it would happen again.
Now she was beside him and she was talking softly as they walked. A fierce and wild wanting throbbed in his hardness. He noticed that they were headed towards the floor on which her apartment was located. He could only continue to move his legs and walk with her down the hallway.
June opened the door to her apartment, and Loren entered ahead of her. For a few seconds, while his back was turned to her, she stared at him. Her eyes were hard. Men, she thought to herself.
"I want to do it good," he rasped. "I want you to feel as good as you make me feel."
He was wild and strong, a savage that hammered against her without let-up. As she met each thrust with her own, his hot breath fanned the side of her face.
"You're good, you're beautiful," he panted. "I love you. I need you. Maybe some day you'll marry me."
June opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. She hadn't had a marriage proposal in years.
Dreamily she closed her eyes and her lush thighs clasped him tightly and drew him against her. His wild and methodical thrusts were driving deep, making a rich foam between her legs.
With a strong man like Loren, and if they both worked at it, maybe some day she'd begin to enjoy him.