Chapter 6

It was Sunday afternoon. The streets were quiet and the motel was quiet. Loren Farmer sat at the kitchen table, idly going through a stack of bills that needed to be paid. Because he'd now finished with the Sunday paper, Len and Doris had split up the sections and they were reading.

As Loren straightened up in his chair his glance happed to to out the window. Down on the street he saw June, walking slowly as though she were enjoying the sun. Loren's mouth tightened. He wanted to stop looking at her but it was impossible.

Ever since he'd found out that Len and Doris had been talking to June, he'd made it a point to take a better look at her. For the last few days he'd seen her on the street and unobserved he'd watched the way she walked and the way she spoke to people. And especially had he watched the way her jutting breasts bounced when she walked rapidly. Last night he'd even dreamed about her.

Now that she was out of sight Loren pulled his glance from the window. He'd been gripping the gas bill so tightly that he'd almost torn it in two.

Len tossed the newspaper aside and then he stretched lazily. It was an exaggerated movement because he hoped to attract the old man's attention; but the old man was staring at one of the bills he held in his hand. Again Len stretched, and then he stood up.

"I think I'll go for a walk," Len said casually.

Loren whipped his head around and glared at his son. "What for?"

"To get some fresh air."

Angrily Loren said, "Open some more windows if you want more fresh air."

"But I need the exercise," Len said. "Walking is good for you."

"You want to take a walk with June, is that it?"

"Why ... no...."

"Listen to him!" Loren was looking at his daughter. "As if I didn't know she's out on the street, prowling like a cat that's in heat. That's exactly what she is! She's an animal!"

"I had no idea she was down there, honest!"

"Forget it! Forget about taking a walk!" Loren shuffled through some bills. "She's nothing but a tramp. All women are tramps. Sinful tramps!"

Len settled back down in his chair again and decided to re-read the sports section. He knew that it wouldn't do any good, trying to convince the old man that he wasn't planning to walk with June. Even if June were down there right now, he wouldn't walk with her anyway. Not the way she'd treated him while he'd been in her apartment. Len glanced over at Doris.

She seemed to be reading intently, but Len knew better. He knew that she was thinking about Packer and regretting that she hadn't let him into the apartment that day. When Len and Doris were alone, Doris always began to talk about Packer.

Several minutes later Loren suddenly shoved back his chair and stood up. There was a white piece of paper in his hand. "This bill from the drugstore, the day I charged the medicine for the flu that Doris caught, it's not right. I'm going to see them about it. They're open this afternoon."

As he went out the door he said, "Both of you stay in here until I get back."

Len flung his paper across the room and stared sullenly at the wall. Doris got out of her chair. She walked over to the window and looked longingly down into the street. She was wearing her best house dress. Although the old man had bought it for her at a sale, it couldn't conceal her soft, rounded curves and the jutting silhouette of her breasts.

Doris ran her hands over her body, feeling the fullness of her breasts, the flatness of her stomach, and the slim and well-proportioned thighs.

"Damn him," she said softly. "He didn't have any fun when he was young, and he doesn't want us to have any fun either. He's nothing but a-a shriveled prune-no good for anything!"

"He's just too old," Len said.

"Well, I'm not old! I'm young, and so are you! We're not about to sit here and shrivel up the way he did!"

She glanced out the window and noticed the old man leaving The Plaza. He stood at the edge of the sidewalk for a few seconds. His hands were in his pockets as he looked up and down the street.

She wondered what he was waiting for. He never stopped and looked around when he had a destination. Doris found his actions rather strange.

Then Doris saw a figure coming up the opposite side of the street. It was June! Doris glanced back at the old man. He was now staring across the street at June. For several seconds their glances were locked and then the old man started walking down the street. June remained motionless, her glance fixed on his departing figure. Slowly she stepped off the curb. As she walked across the street and headed for the departing Loren, her hips swayed provocatively.

Doris turned away from the window and glanced over at Len. She couldn't believe what she'd just seen! It had seemed as though the old man had been looking for June. And yet, he had always called her a tramp and a sinful woman. Had the look that passed between them been an invitation for her to follow him?

"Len!" she said excitedly.

"What's the matter now?" he said disgustedly.

"I want to talk to Packer."

Len's eyes were big. "You ... what?"

"I want to see Packer. Go to his place and get him and bring him here."

"What are you talking about? Are you losing your mind? Do you want the old man to kill us both?"

"He's not so high and mighty as he likes to pretend! I just saw him-just now I was looking out the window-and I saw June, too. I'm sure there was some signal passed between them. He started walking up the street, and then June followed him!"

Len ran to the window and looked outside. "You're nuts, Doris."

"They're gone now," Doris insisted. "I tell you I saw them. They went off somewhere together. Don't you understand? Going to the drugstore was just an excuse for him to get out of here to go meet her."

Len shook his head. "It doesn't make sense." At the same time he knew that his sister didn't he.

Doris' hand was on his sleeve. Her chest rose and fell with the excitement that throbbed within her. "It's all true! Please ask Packer to come up here."

"No."

"If you don't, I'll tell father a few things about you."

"What will you tell him? I don't have a chance to go out either."

"I'll tell him about those little books you keep in your room-the little cartoon books-and they're ah about naked people making love."

Len stared at his sister. Doris had changed within the last few minutes. She was no longer the girl the way she'd always seemed. Suddenly she'd blossomed into a full grown woman. Her eyes were on fire, and her face was slightly flushed.

Len realized that they were no longer kids, a brother and sister. They were now a man and a woman, both with needs, both with desires that needed to be fulfilled.

Tenderly his hand touched her cheek. "You poor kid," he said. "I understand what you've been going through."

"It's been terrible," she said. "I just have this fire, this need to love someone."

"I'll see if I can find Packer," he said. "But we've got to be very careful." On his way to the door he suddenly stopped. "When Packer gets here ... you'll just talk ... and nothing else, right?" He felt a little jealousy, imagining what Packer might do to Doris.

"Oh, don't worry about it!" Doris said impatiently. "Just go ... and don't worry."

When Len came out of the entrance of The Plaza he glanced carefully up and down the street. It was deserted. If Doris had really seen the old man and June, they certainly weren't in sight now.

Loren had really walked to the drugstore. He'd walked slowly whenever he peeked secretively over his shoulder he'd seen June following him. Loren went into the drugstore and began to browse at the magazine counter.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw June enter the drugstore. He kept his head down and pretended to be reading a page of the opened magazine; but his every sense had been attuned to the sound of her clicking heels as she neared.

She was standing beside him now, and he could smell the scent of her spicy perfume. He continued to stare at the open page. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that her pumps were set about a foot apart; and her tight skirt out-lined her firm thighs. A rush of heat and panic flooded his body. He wanted to run away from her and yet there was some strong attraction keeping him rooted to the floor.

Gruffly he asked, "Why are you following me?"

"I'm not following you," she said softly. "I went for a walk, the same as you."

"You've been following me." He kept his voice low so that others wouldn't hear. Suddenly his voice had lost some of its anger. In fact, it had been almost pleading, as though he'd wanted her to confirm that she had been following him. He heard the soft rustling of cellophane.

"Do you have a match?" she asked.

"No." He shook his head. "I don't carry matches, because I don't smoke." He heard the latch snapping shut on her pocketbook.

"I guess I really didn't want a cigarette," she said very softly.

Her perfume was clogging his nostrils and her nearness made him tremble. It was even worse than it had been in his dream the night before.

"Why don't you look at me?" she asked.

He swallowed. "Go away. I don't want to look at you."

He heard her soft, sexy laugh, and the hair tightened at the nape of his neck. Then she said, "If you don't want to look at me, why do you stay?"

He was shaking his head but he couldn't answer her. He could think of nothing appropriate to say.

"You can walk away from me," she said, "if you really want to." June moved a step nearer to him. "I don't think you really want to go, do you?" She let the tip of her breast touch his arm. "Look at me, and talk to me."

Loren gritted his teeth and his hands tightened on the open magazine; but he found himself turning slightly so that he could look at her. He felt a jolt in the pit of his stomach.

June's tawny skin and black hair contrasted sharply with her white, tight sweater and her light-colored skirt. Her mouth was partly open, and her eyes had a sultry and dreamy quality.

"What ... what do you want?" he finally managed to say.

"What do you want?"

"You're sinful," he said. "Very sinful. All women are sinful."

"I suppose that's true," June answered. Sensually the tip of her pink tongue wet her lower lip. "But we're a lot of fun, aren't we?"

Loren's hands gripped the magazine. The moment he'd realized that she'd entered the drugstore and was coming over to him he'd been aware of the stirring of passion in his loins. Now he felt the fierce and wild fires that roared within him. He wanted to grab her and hold her and shove himself against her, to feel her heat and softness pressed against his hardness.

"Oh, no!" he said. "No!" He shoved the magazine into the rack. Then he turned his back on her and walked out of the drugstore.

He started walking rapidly up the sidewalk, not in the direction of The Plaza, but in the opposite direction. He had to walk fast, to get away from June; but by the time he'd reached the end of the block, he didn't feel like walking fast anymore. As he waited for the light to change, he glanced over his shoulder. June was walking towards him. Her head was erect and she was smiling as her hips swayed provocatively.

He stepped off the curb and then continued to walk slowly. Now he was positive that she would follow him wherever he went. The sun had already gone down and dusk was creeping into the streets. Because he wanted her to follow him and eventually catch up with him, he now began to glance about, trying to think of a spot where he could go. Suddenly he remembered the park.

He was at the deserted end of the park, stretched out on the grass near some thick shrubbery when June came walking up to him.

She said, "Well, it's about time you stopped to rest. I haven't walked this much in years."

He continued to look up at the darkness but he heard her drop her pocket book and then she was kneeling down near him. The next moment she was very near and then her mouth was coming down to his.

He put his hands out to grab her shoulders and to push her away. But the moment her wet and heated mouth touched his lips he could only grip her shoulders tightly. Her hot tongue drilled between his parted teeth. He only resisted halfheartedly. His entire body seemed to be on fire. Her body became limp and now her breasts were pressed against his chest.

He wanted to resist, he tried to move her away from him; but then her hot, bare knee slid between his thighs. He felt the electricity of her lust. Loren's arms went around her. He pulled her down on top of him and then his mouth and tongue assaulted her mouth.

She broke away from him? and then she was upright again, on her knees beside him. She laughed softly. "Did you think that was sinful?"

"Damn you!" He started to sit up but she shoved him back down.

"Where are you going?"

"Away from here. Away from you."

"Why?"

"It's ... it's wrong. I must be losing my mind."

"But you liked it!"

"I hated it! You're like the others. You women are all sinful!"

"You're a liar," she said softly. "You loved it. How long has it been since you've loved a woman. I mean ... since you've had it in a woman?"

"Shut up! Don't talk like that!"

"Oh, cram it," June said. "You liked it real good, and you want some more of it. Now that you've sampled the first course, you want the whole meal."

"Shut up! I don't want to hear any more."

Again he heard her laughing softly. "I've got a banquet prepared for you, Loren."

"I don't want it."

Loren was aware that he could jump to his feet and run away from her; but instead, he found that he was staring up at her, his glance trying to probe her face in the darkness. Vaguely he could see her face. She was smiling down at him as her hand squeezed and caressed the hardness under his zipper. She was no good. She was sinful, a devil. Loren struggled to his feet.

She stood up and stepped forward. She slid her arms slowly around his neck, and her hot breath was on his face. He gasped and then his arms lashed around her waist and pulled her against him.

"I'm all yours, Loren," June moaned softly. She brought her mouth to his.

Cruelly he smashed his lips against hers and crushed her to him. He felt her big breasts cushioned against his chest. Her sex was grinding against his hardness; and his body was inflamed with lust.

Suddenly she pushed herself out of his embrace. Her hand gripped his. He stumbled obediently alongside her as she led him into the darkness and the seclusion of the shrubbery.

"Right here," she whispered, sinking down on the grass. "Come on."

He dropped to his knees between her outstretched legs. He panted hoarsely as his palms slid over her hot bare skin. Roughly he shoved up the hem of her skirt and now his hands were at the apex of her thighs. There were no panties that he had to contend with.

"Come on!" she purred softly.

He groaned softly and pulled down his zipper; and seconds later he'd shoved his shorts and trousers down to his knees. He was erect and powerful. As he fell forward and onto her she guided him deftly and with a savage lunge he thrust himself all the way in.

June kept her eyes closed and there was a half-smile on her mouth. She was aware of him in a detached way, feeling his savage thrusts and hearing his gasps and groans as though his existence was unreal.

He suddenly increased the tempo of his pounding, and as June realized that he was finishing up already, she opened her eyes and stared up at him.

First it had been Len, and now she'd had Loren. There was only one other Farmer left. Doris.

Len didn't have to go to Packer's place, because when he got to the end of the block he saw Packer coming towards him. Len leaned his shoulders against the side of a building and waited.

"Hi," Packer called out.

"Hi."

"Where are you headed?" Packer asked.

"Nowhere," Len lied. "I was just taking a walk."

"Where's Doris? Is she out for a walk, too?"

Len shook his head.

"How about the old man. Is he home?"

Len said, "He went for a walk, too."

"Hey, that's great," Packer said. "Maybe I can go up and see Doris."

After a pause Len answered, "Doris wants to see you, Packer."

"Really? That's great! Let's go." Packer started towards The Plaza. He slowed down so that Len could catch up with him. "Come on, Len."

"What's the rush?"

"To have that much more time with Doris, before your old man gets back."

Len said, "Doris saw the old man and June walking up the street together."

Packer stopped and peered into Len's face. "You're kidding."

Len shook his head.

Packer continued to stare thoughtfully at Len. Packer knew that June was interested only in Doris, and he couldn't understand why she'd spend her time on the old man. Maybe she wanted to prove that she could seduce him, too. Now that Packer was thinking about June, he remembered the questions he'd wanted to ask Len.

Packer said, "Maybe she wants to compare ... him and you. Did she let you do it that day when you were in her apartment? You were in there a long time."

Len wasn't about to reveal to Packer what had happened. "Sure," he said. "Really?"

They were now walking slowly towards The Plaza "She sure did," Len said boastfully.

"Where did you do it? How? Tell me about it"

"It was a really big .scene," Len said. "She practically killed me."

"Tell me about it!" Packer repeated.

"Well," Len began, "after you'd gone she went into the bathroom and took off her clothes. She left her door open and we were talking all the time. I could watch her every second. After she'd taken all her clothes off she stood for a couple of minutes, looking at herself in the mirror, but twisting and turning her body so that I could see it from every angle. Her breasts stuck out like a pair of jugs and I could see the muscles rippling in her smooth thighs. The she slipped on the robe and came out of the bathroom again."

"And that was it?" Packer asked.

"Oh, no. That was only the preliminaries. She came out and sat down in a chair. I sat down in a chair and we talked for a while. I could see that she was getting the hots for me and that she was trying to get me hot, too. She began to squirm around in her chair. The bottom of her robe fell open and I could see her legs right up to her pussy. Before long the belt around her waist came loose and the top part of her robe was open. There were her two boobs, in plain sight, just a couple of feet away from my face.

"Of course, I pretended that I didn't jump at anything or anybody that want my hot, young body. Casually I mentioned a few things about her. I told her about her beauty, and figure, and the way she walked, and I intimated that she probably found few men that could satisfy her."

When Len paused to see how Packer was reacting to his tale, Packer quickly asked, "Yeah ... then what happened?"

"Well," Len continued, "pretty soon I'd gotten her so hot by just talking to her she couldn't sit still any longer. She came out of her chair, slowly and sexily, and just let the robe drop from her shoulders. She was weaving and swaying her naked body in front of me, begging me to take her. I got out of my chair and when I put my arms around her I thought her mouth was going to eat me alive. She was hot as a flame; and while we kissed and jammed our tongues together she was rubbing up against the front of me."

"You still had your clothes on?" Packer asked.

"Yeah, but she started to undress me," Len said. "She was panting and moaning as she tore my clothes off me, and when I was naked as she, she threw her arms around me again and this time she was so hot that she could hardly talk. But she kept babbling how big I was and how badly she wanted it inside of her. Finally she grabbed me and pulled me down on the floor on top of her."

Len was talking fast now, running his words together, because the story he was telling seemed very real, as though it had actually happened.

"When I socked it inside of her she moaned and bucked as though I'd jabbed her with a spear. I kept jabbing it at her and when I wasn't kissing her mouth I sucked her nipples and she was bucking and bouncing around on the floor. Then her long legs wrapped around my waist and she began to groan and complain that it was the best she'd ever had and that I was the best man she'd ever had and when we finally came she felt so good she damned near passed out"

"No kidding." Packer looked at Len with new respect

"After that we did it again, very slow and we took our time. When I finally left the apartment she was so knocked out and satisfied she said she was going to bed." Len shook his head slowly. "I guess I must have treated her all right"

"I guess you did," Packer said.

They were now at the entrance to The Plaza. Both of them glanced up and down the street, looking for the old man, before they went inside. Listening to Len's account of his making it with June had excited Packer and he was eager to get to Doris.

Packer said, "Why don't you stay out here and watch for the old man."

"Why should I?"

"To tip us off when he's coming back! When you see him you can tell me about it and I can be out the back way before he gets inside the building."

Len said, "I meant ... why should I do this for you?"

"I'd do the same thing for you, Len, if I had a sister and an old man like yours. You know that." Packer headed inside.

"Packer," Len called out

"Yeah?"

"Now you're just going to talk, right? I mean ... Doris is my sister."

"Sure," Packer said. "What did you think I planned to do?"

"Go on," Len said.

Quickly Packer went to the Farmer apartment. As he stopped in front of the door and before he knocked he felt the rapid beating of his heart and the heat in his crotch. Hurrying up here he'd already imagined what it would be like, being alone with Doris, and now that he was here he felt a little reluctant about knocking. He finally tapped softly.

"Yes? Who is it?" Doris asked softly.

"It's me," Packer whispered.

Quickly the door opened and then he saw Doris. She was barefoot and barelegged; and she was wearing a dress that fit her snugly and out-lined her hips and breasts.

"Come in, Packer," she said.

Packer's mouth was dry and he swallowed a couple of times as she closed the door behind him.

"How have you been?" she asked.

Packer nodded. "Fine. And you?"

"All right, I guess." She smiled at him. "Would you like to sit down?"

"Sure." Packer sat down on the couch. Doris sat down in the easy chair, facing him.

"Len said you wanted to see me," Packer said.

She nodded. "I hope you wanted to see me, too."

"Oh sure," he said. "You know that, Doris. I've been wanting to see you and talk to you for a long time." Merely looking at her and watching the way the blonde hair swirled around her neck and shoulders increased the beat of Packer's heart.

"What have you been doing for yourself?"

"Oh not much."

"I was afraid you might have a date this afternoon."

"No," Packer said. "I don't fool around much with girls."

"Just June, I suppose."

"What did you mean by that?" Packer asked.

"Oh," she said, "I've watched you talking to her and I've seen the way you look at her when she walks." Doris sighed and pushed some strands of hair from the side of her neck. "I wish I could be like June."

"Oh, you're much prettier," Packer said.

"What do you think of my walk, Packer?" Doris suddenly stood up and then she walked across the room.

Her back was to Packer and he watched the swaying of her hips and the rolling action of her buttocks under the dress. Her legs were slender and very good; and he thought he heard her thighs rubbing together. Now she'd turned around and she was corning back again. He saw the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. Her lips were slightly parted and she had a dreamy look in her eyes.

"You walk real good, Doris. Real good. You're so much prettier than June there's no comparison."

"Thank you," she said softly. And then she sat down on the couch, at the very end, and turned so that she faced him. "Except I never have a chance for anyone to see me."

"Well, if you were out in a crowd, the men would fall all over themselves, trying to get a better look at you." Packer's hand went out and covered hers.

"Do you really think so?" She moved her fingers lightly but she didn't pull her hand away.

Packer felt the heat and softness of her skin. It traveled up his arm and spread heat through the inside of his body.

"Your skin is so soft and warm." He squeezed her hand, and at that moment he remembered waht June had asked him to do. June wanted him to bring Doris to her so that she could make love to her. Briefly Packer imagined the two of them together, clasped tightly, the tawny skin of June next to Doris' clear white skin.

"Just touching your hand makes me tingle all over." Doris' voice sounded slightly choked.

"Me, too," Packer agreed. He'd suddenly made up his mind. He wasn't going to arrange a meeting between Doris and June, ever. He squirmed closer to Doris now and moved his hand from her hand to her bare knee. He felt her tremble as he touched her.

She put her hand on top of his and shoved slightly but he didn't move his hand away. Doris asked, "Is Len watching-in case my father comes back?"

"Yes." Packer slid his hand an inch up her thigh. Her skin was so hot it almost burned his palm.

"I hate him," Doris said in a flat tone "The way he pretends for Len's and my benefit, and then he goes off with June. He's worse than any of us."

"So he probably won't be back for a long time," Packer said. As his hand slid up another inch it made his hardness swell. "And Len will see him coming up the street."

Doris suddenly squirmed away from him and got off the couch. "It's getting dark," she said. "I'd better turn on a light. At least one. So that he won't suspect anything wrong if he should look up at the window." she Turned on one of the lamps and because it had a small bulb the apartment was lighted with a soft glow.

Packer came off the couch and stepped behind her. Gently his hands settled on her hips and then his arms went around her waist. "Oh Doris," he said.

Doris sucked in her breath sharply and stiffened. Then she leaned her shoulders against him and tipped her head back so that it rested against his chin. "I feel so good when you hold me like this." Her hands stroked his forearms.

Packer realized that he was trembling as badly as Doris. He opened his mouth and sucked in air and then he kissed her hair. It smelled clean and slightly perfumed. Doris sighed softly and rubbed her fanny against the front of him.

"You're lovely, Doris."

Slowly she turned around in his embrace, and then she was facing him. As Packer's mouth came down she offered her lips. The touch of his mouth on hers sent a bolt of lightning crackling down her spine. She threw herself against him and her arms held him tightly.

Packer's tongue dueled hers, and as she groaned she began to grind her hips and pelvis against him. He knew that she felt his hardness because her bumps and grinds became more pronounced. His hands were on the cheeks of her fanny. His lingers worked and spasmed as he crushed her against him.

They were both gasping for breath as they broke their embrace. Doris pushed her hands against his chest and Packer reluctantly released her.

Breathing heavily she glanced down at the front of her dress. "I can't get it wrinkled. He'd notice it immediately."

"Take it off," Packer said softly. "Here, I'll help you. We won't get it wrinkled." His hands were moving over her body searching for hooks or zippers.

Doris pushed his hands away and stepped back. "Do you think I should?"

"Yes! I want to see you, Doris. I want to see all of you."

As her hands held his she quickly loosened the zipper and squirmed out of the dress. Her hair was now slightly disheveled as she carefully draped the dress over the back of the easy chair.

Packer could only stand there and stare at her. She was wearing the briefest pink panties he'd ever seen. Her bra was also pink. Now as she finished with the dress and turned to face him, he saw that her breasts were round and jutting, the hard nipples visible through the bra's sheerness. Down below he could see the clump of gold snuggled in the crotch of her panties.

"Are you disappointed?" Doris asked softly.

"Oh, no!" Packer kept shaking his head. She had a very lovely figure. It was so curvy and white; and there was a wonderful softness about it, as though she was very fragile. He'd have to be careful and handle her gently.

He walked to her and when his hands covered her breasts she groaned throatily. "Oh, that feels good."

"Let me take it off, Doris." His hands slid around to her back.

She pushed his hands aside and moved away from him. "Will you do something for me?"

Packer had no idea what she meant, but he nodded.

"I want you to rub my back, like a masseur," she said. "I'll be in my bedroom. You can come in, in a minute."

"Sure," Packer said as he watched her running out of the room. It seemed only seconds later when he heard her. calling out to him.

Packer came into the bedroom and saw that she'd taken off her bra and panties. She was stretched out nude on her stomach on top of the bedspread. Her head was turned on the pillow so that she could look at him.

"Come on," she whispered excitedly. "Rub my back."

Packer sat down on the edge of the bed. Gently he put his hands on her shoulders and began to rub tenderly. Doris moaned.

"That's it," she said. "That feels so good."

"I've never rubbed a girl's back before," he said.

"Len rubs mine and puts salve on it, whenever the old man beats me." She squirmed languidly. "You can rub a little harder if you want."

"Okay."

Gently Packer continued to rub her shoulder blades; and then his hands began to move down her back. Occasionally his hands moved down to her sides, briefly caressing the sides of her cushioned breasts. He was breathing heavily and open-mouthed. As he finished with her lower back and began to massage her fanny, he saw Doris spreading her legs and before long he was caressing the softness of her inner thighs.

Packer's throat was clogged. "Do you want to turn over-so I can rub your front?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Yeah."

"I want to, but I don't know if I can trust myself," she purred.

"Turn over," he said. "Let me see you, and want to rub you there."

"You won't do anything else?" she asked. "I've got to be careful."

"I'll be careful. Come on, Doris."

He straightened up and let his hands rest on his own thighs as she slowly turned over onto her back. Packer could only stare at her and swallow rapidly.

Her full round breasts were taut and jutting, topped by light red nipples that resembled marbles. He saw the movement of her stomach as she breathed and then his glance was fixed on the silken tendrils visible at the juncture of her thighs. She was so lovely and she looked so soft. Packer couldn't decide where to rub first.

Finally he put out his right hand and placed it palm down over her navel. Touching her very lightly he could feel the series of quick spasms that jolted through her body. He said huskily, " thought your back was great, but your front is fantastic."

Doris moaned softly and squirmed her hips. "I feel so good when you touch me and look at me like that."

Packer leaned over and kissed her stomach. The skin was like silk against his lips. He shot his tongue through his teeth and tickled her with the tip of it.

"Oh, Packer!" Doris' hand gripped his upper arm. "That makes my hair stand on end!"

He straightened up again and looked into her face. Her skin was slightly flushed and he saw the heat and wanting in her eyes. He also saw the taut and provacative nipples. He leaned forward again. His mouth headed for her nipple at the same time his hand slid down her stomach.

"Hey, Packer!"

Len had just burst into the apartment and his whisper was urgent. He glanced around. He saw Doris' dress and he immediately guessed they were in the bedroom.

"Packer! Doris!"

He came into the bedroom and saw them. Doris was nude, and on her stomach, stretched out on top of the bed. Packer was standing at the edge of the bed.