Chapter 4
Packer had now come to know all the people who lived in The Plaza. Except for the Farmers who lived on the second floor, and June, who lived on the third floor, he found little interest in the other tenants. They never spoke to him and he merely glanced at them when they went to work or returned again in the evenings. As a result of a number of questions directed at Hack Bell, Packer had learned all about the strict and strange old man and the way he kept his twins close to home.
Because Packer had caught a number of glimpses of Doris Farmer he now became intrigued about her, and the Farmer family. Through he window Packer had noticed that Doris was small and well rounded. She was very beautiful with her small white face and the blonde hair that tumbled around her shoulders. Within a couple of days Packer realized that she seemed to be waiting for him as he worked around the front of The Plaza, and finally when he waved at her he saw that she smiled and waved to him in return.
June, coming up the walk, saw the sign of friendliness that had passed between the two. She smiled up at Doris and waved, too, but Doris quickly moved away from the window.
"You must have scared her," Packer said. "It's that old man of hers," June said. "He doesn't want anyone bothering his two kids."
"I figure you'd rather pitcher her brother, Len," Packer said.
June walked towards the entrance. "That's all you know about it."
June went inside The Plaza and Packer stared at the doorway through which she'd disappeared. Because Hack Bell was away and wouldn't be back until that night, Packer followed June inside. He caught up with her as she was inserting her key into the lock of her door.
"What did you mean by that?" he asked. "You're a nosy bastard aren't you?" She opened the door. She stepped inside her apartment and left the door open. Packer went inside and closed it behind him.
"You sound as though you've got a thing for Doris?"
"Look, kid," June said, "It may shock you to hear it, but it's true." She tossed her pocketbook into a chair and kicked off her shoes. "I'm so sick and tired of men I can't stand it."
Packer stood just inside the door, feasting on the curves and lines of June's sexy body. Ever since she'd allowed him into the apartment he felt the" wonderful heat sheathing his body. It was fantastic the way June affected him. He couldn't believe that she couldn't get enjoyment while a man was inside of her.
June watched him through lowered lashes. She noticed the fresh flush in his cheeks and the mound that had formed in his crotch. He had to be well-hung, she knew, and he could probably go all night if he had the chance. It was too bad that he didn't have a sexy little girl that would keep him occupied.
Packer was saying, "Does that include me, June?"
She laughed in that low and sexy way that she'd developed over the years. Packer's heart beat faster and he felt ripples of excitement surge up and down his backbone.
Then June said, "I didn't mean to shock you, Packer."
Packer settled down on the edge of a chair facing her. "Maybe if you tried it with me-just once-you might change your mind about men."
"You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"
He nodded. "Dottie Block wasn't disappointed in me. And she's been around."
Angrily June said, "That broad's been reamed more times than I, I'm sure."
"So she's experienced."
Quickly June asked, "I thought you had a thing swinging with Doris Farmer?"
"I'd like to," Packer said, "but she's tough to get to."
June nodded thoughtfully. Briefly she recalled the day she'd found Len and Doris coming out of The Plaza and she was coming home. As June saw Doris, in the little dress that clearly out-lined her hips and breasts, she had felt the heat and weakness suddenly seep through her limbs. While she had talked to the two of them, she'd found it difficult to keep her glance off the little blonde.
Later June had heard that they'd both been strapped when their old man had heard they'd been talking to her. June had dreamed of Doris that night. She was holding the little blonde in her arms, feeling the heat and softness pressed against her body. Like quicksilver Doris had kept slipping through June's hands and when she had finally awakened she'd found herself bathed in a cloak of frustration.
June shook her head and rid herself of the nightmare. Now she studied Packer closely. "You seemed to be very friendly with Doris when I came home today."
Packer shrugged. "I've gone by the apartment a couple of times. I've even knocked on the door. She won't even answer. When I'm down below, working on the lawn, I noticed that she was spending a lot of time watching me. Pretty soon I'd look up and wave, and finally she smiled and waved back."
"I guess she likes you," June said.
"I'd like to get to know her better."
June dug into her pocketbook and brought out a pack of cigarettes. When she settled into her chair again and lighted it she crossed her legs. It was another movement that she'd developed over the years because she knew that it always brought the proper effect. She knew that her skirt was hiked up on her legs and that much of her bare thighs were now visible.
"Why don't you?" she finally asked.
Packer had been staring at her legs. Her thighs were dusky and firm. They were bare, and he could see everything, right to the point where they were crossed.
"Why don't I what?" he asked.
"Get to know her better?"
"Why should I?" he asked. "It's too tough. Besides her old man would probably beat me up."
"Wouldn't it be worth it?"
"I don't know," Packer said.
"What do you mean, you don't know? Wouldn't you like to dip your wick into that little blonde?"
"I'd like to dip my wick in you, June."
June took another drag on her cigarette before she ground it out in the ashtray. She hadn't realized that Packer was hung up on her this much. That might turn out to be a problem.
She said, "You'd be just another John."
"I wouldn't care." Packer fidgeted around in his chair. His eyes were bright and he tugged at the waistband of his slacks, as though trying to shift things to a less painful position.
"I'd do anything," Packer said, "If you'd let me...."
June settled back in her chair. She brought up her legs and settled her feet on the edge of the chair, and wrapped her arms around her knees. In that position she knew that Packer had a clear and unobstructed view of her bare thighs. On purpose she kept her legs together so that he couldn't see what she snuggled between her thighs.
"Anything, Packer?" she asked. "Anything."
"Then arrange it so that she'll come to this apartment."
Packer frowned. "How can I do that? I haven't been able to talk to her myself!"
There was fresh excitement in June's voice. "It's very simple. You work around here all day while her old man's off at work. Why can't you arrange it so that she'll come to my apartment? I saw her smile and wave at you today. She like you, Packer. She'll do anything you ask her to."
"Yeah," Packer agreed. He'd suddenly remembered about Doris' clear white skin, the blonde curls, and the wonderful mounds of her breasts that had impressed him before he'd caught sight of June's bare thighs again.
"Will you do that?" June asked.
"Sure," Packer said. "But it won't be easy."
June slid out of her chair and stood up. She put her hands on her hips, and then she shoved out her chest. Her breasts were big and hard mounds jammed against the front of her sweater.
"Tell her about me," June said, the excitement pitching her voice lower. Her hands came up and cupped her jutting breasts that were powered against thr front of her sweater. "Tell her how I can lover her and make her very happy. Just the two of us. She and I. She'll have nothing to worry about because she won't be with a man. It won't be a sloppy and inconsiderate male. I won't hurt her lovely young body and I won't deprive her of her virginity. That's it. Tell her that. Emphasize that she won't lose her virginity with me, if that's what's bothering her old man. She'd return to the fold, just as innocent and beautiful as she was before she came to see me."
Packer licked his lips because June had shoved her pelvis forward, and now her sexy mound was visible under the front of her tight skirt.
"It's going to cost you," Packer said.
"You've got to bring Doris to me. And it has to be soon!"
For a couple of seconds June closed her eyes as she slowly moved her shoulders from side to side. As her sweater tightened alternately across the tip of her left breast and then right one she imagined how they'd feel, rubbing against Doris' soft white skin.
Quickly Packer moved forward. Lightly he placed his hands over her jutting breasts. June's eyes opened but she didn't slap his hands, the way she'd done the other time.
He said, "Do you know what it's going to cost you, if I bring her to you?"
"I can imagine," she said.
For several seconds June looked up into his young and eager face. His eyes were bright, revealing the heat and passion that pulsed within him. She was aware that it was a bad business arrangement, advancing him her body before he delivered Doris; but if that's what it took to get him to help her, then it would be worth it. After all, what did another John matter anyway?"
You know how I like to see you undressed!"
"Sure. Do you want to undress me, or...."
"Yeah. Let me undress you, June!"
Her laugh was low and husky as she dropped her hands to her sides. "Where do you want to start?"
"With your sweater." He came towards her and as his fingers gripped the bottom of her sweater he caught the scent of her heated and spicy perfume. Gently he started to lift up the bottom of her sweater, feeling the bare, hot skin that was slowly being revealed.
"There's a zipper at the back of my neck," she pointed out.
Packer used one hand to pull it down, and then he was shoving the sweater over the tops of her jutting breasts. While the sweater was moving over her face his glance was fixed on the transparent bra. Through its sheerness he saw her heavy dusky breasts with the dark nipples.
He stripped the sweater from her head and tossed it aside. "You almost smothered me," June said.
His arms slid around her waist, on their way to the clasp of her bra. Suddenly he walked around to the back of her As his fingers worked at the hooks he kissed her bare shoulder, between the shoulder strap and the side of her neck. "You smell so good, June."
"Well, thank you."
He'd now unhooked the bra. Gently he shoved the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. As it feel to the floor he slipped his hands under her arms, and then he grabbed a big heavy breast with each hand. His nose nuzzled at her mass of long, straight, black hair.
He asked, "Do you have a zipper on your skirt, too?"
She moved her buttocks and they rubbed lightly against the front of his slacks. "Why don't you check it out yourself?"
"Yeah. Reluctantly he released her breasts and slid his hands down her front until he had gotten to the waistband of her skirt. His right hand found the zipper at her hip. He sent it down the track. Then his fingers slipped under the loose waistband of her skirt, towards the front. He felt the heat of her bare skin. The elastic of her half slip was tight against his fingers.
He pulled his hands out of there and walked to the front of her again. The sight of her jutting breasts and the sexy smile on her face made him swallow a couple of times.
"You move around a lot," June teased. "Don't wear yourself out before the main event."
"Don't worry," he panted. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her skirt along with the elastic of her half-slip. Slowly he began to pull downward, the roundness of her lush hips coming into view. As he continued to pull he settled down on his knees in front of her.
"I feel like a young bride," June said.
"You could be. You're beautiful enough to be that." Slowly the lower part of her stomach was coming into view, and finally he was seeing the soft black curls that glistened under the light. He continued to bring her skirt and slip downward, only vaguely aware that she hadn't worn any panties today.
Now that the clothes were at her ankles he brought his hands up and lightly stroked her thighs. "Let's go to bed, June."
"I thought you might like to carry me. Don't you want to do the whole bridge bit?"
He was so big and aroused now that his slacks were hurting him. With an easy effort he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. On the way June squirmed in his arms and her tongue drilled into his ear. That increased the excitement that spasmed up and down his spine.
He put her down onto the bed and then he began to undress hurriedly. June was stretched out on the bed with her legs primly pressed together. She watched him slipping out of his clothes and then he was finally nude. He was angled out in the front, proudly displaying his tower of strength.
"That's not bad," she cooed.
He glanced down at himself only briefly, but she could tell that he was pleased. "Like I said, I've had no complaints." His knees were on the bed.
"I know you won't get any complaints from me.
Suddenly Packer fell forward and landed on top of her. As his body mashed against her heated bareness the breath gushed from his open mouth.
"You feel so good, June."
"You haven't even started." She squirmed and shifted under his weight, spreading her legs at the same time.
"But I'm going to." He reached down, gripped himself and guided himself slowly forward. "See ... " He tried to go in easy and take his time, but he lost control.
He was all the way in.
Immediately her heat and moisture increased the wonderful feeling inside of him. He felt the spasms of delight becoming more intense and their rhythm increased. He wanted to postpone the end. He didn't want to move because movement would finish him quickly.
"Don't!" He wanted to tell June to stop moving. There wasn't a lot of movement. She merely muscled her legs and rubbed her stomach against his; but it was more than he could stand.
Violently the peak of his climax jolted through him and it was a fantastic feeling. It continued for several seconds and then it gradually diminished. He was happy and delighted, but at the same time he was disgusted because it had happened so fast.
June tipped her body and rolled him off the top of her.
"Damn!" he said angrily.
June was laughing softly as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. "That was my part of the bargain. Now get dressed and get to work on Doris."