Chapter 18
Adam's car, packed with all his belongings, moved down the dark dirt road toward the cottage on Bradbury Lake. None of the girls at the school had dared say good-bye to him, though he was sure several of them would miss him. He knew that he himself would have many fond memories.
Ah, Pepita, he thought, and Christine, Gabrielle, Fanny, Mitzi, Tracy, Barbara and Bonnie, even Elsa and Plain Jane.
But that was in the past. Ahead of him lay sweet, innocent April alone in the cabin. Beyond her, the future was uncertain, but Adam had never troubled himself with worry when he was in a pleasant sexual situation.
He pulled to a halt in back of the camp, turned on the car's interior lights for a moment to examine his face. Bruises still showed, of course, from where Steve had beaten him. Fortunately, the blows and kicks hadn't damaged his penis or testicles. Then he got out and walked to the door of the cabin.
The place was completely dark, silent. Adam wondered if it was just an unfunny joke. Or perhaps April had changed her mind. When he tried the doorknob, he found the door unlocked. He pushed it open and entered.
"Hello," he said softly, "is anyone home?"
"Adam, is that you?" a female voice answered him from the darkness.
"Yes," he said, more loudly.
"It's me. April," the girl said. "I'm waiting for you in the second bedroom."
Adam grinned, closed the door behind him, and moved stealthily through the darkness. He bumped into a chair and swore.
"Let me put on a light," he said, fumbling for a wall switch.
"No!" her voice came insistently. "If any of the neighbors see a light they might call my mother or maybe the police."
Adam hesitated. It made sense. He didn't want either the police or Eileen to show up and discover him on top of April. When he was with her, he wanted no interruptions at all.
He paused for a few seconds while his eyes became accustomed to the dimness. Then he made his way across the room and into the bedroom. There was a movement on the bed, a flash of naked skin.
"I've been waiting for you," she said softly.
He went swiftly across the room, knelt beside the bed and pulled her close. She smelled delightful. Her soft hair brushed his face. Her skin was warm and smooth beneath his fingers. He kissed her mouth. His hands massaged her tender, young breasts.
"Mmmmm, your hands feel good. Get undressed. I want you, Adam."
He rose and quickly undressed. When he was naked, he lay on the bed beside her and pulled her close to him. Her lips were fervent on his. She mashed her breasts on his naked chest, ground her loins against his genitals.
"I heard you were making love to all the other girls," she said. "I was afraid you'd never get around to me."
"I wanted to," Adam said, "more than anything else."
His hands moved down the small of her back, over her buttocks, glided around her legs and up between them. She opened her legs to give him more room, and he palmed her pubic area, massaging the wiry hair and the moist slit it covered.
"Then you made it with mother," she went on, "and I thought sure I could never have you."
He winced as she grasped his penis with slim fingers. It still hurt from the beating Steve had given him, but her cool flesh on him was very soothing. Exciting, too, he discovered, as his penis grew stiff.
"I shouldn't be doing this," she said, after awhile.
"Why not?"
"You're engaged to my mother."
"The hell I am. That was her idea. I just fucked her, that's all."
"Yes, but you did it to her. I was in the same place here, but you chose to go into her room."
Adam laughed. "I thought I was in your room. All the time we were fucking, I thought it was you."
"Then you didn't want to do it to her at all."
"Of course not. Why should I take an old woman like that when I can have a young, lovely girl like you? That's the only reason I was seeing her, April, because of you."
"That's nice to know," she said quietly.
He kissed her breasts, rolled each nipple on his tongue until it was up hard. His fingers delved into the hot, wet area between her legs, rubbing the clitoris along the way.
At last, Adam thought exultantly, I'm going to fuck sweet little April.
Things had consistently gone wrong this day, but at least this would partially compensate for it. He rolled over on top of her, spread her vaginal lips with his fingers while he probed the opening with the tip of his penis. He found it, rammed it home.
She moaned her delight, clamped her legs tightly about his back and began an undulating movement with her hips. Adam started slowly, wanting this moment to last, for he might never be with April again. He moved slowly into her, withdrew just as slowly almost to the tip, eased it back in once more. Her young cunt gripped him very nicely. He'd been naive to think she'd be a virgin. With a face and body like that, probably every guy within striking distance would try-and some would succeed. Just the same, he still thought of her as sweet and virginal. She looked and acted the part and would give him as much pleasure as though he were the first man to enter her body.
She nibbled and blew at his ear. She massaged his chest with the tips of her breasts. She corkscrewed her loins against him and raised her hips from the bed to meet his thrusts.
"Am I as good as my mother?" she wanted to know.
"Better," Adam grunted. "Much better, baby."
He kissed her warmly on the lips while his hands rubbed her breasts and his stiff penis moved relentlessly in and out of her. His passion was growing uncontrollable, but he managed to keep it from overpowering his actions. Even so, his thrusts became more forceful, plunging forward with such intensity she cried "Oh!" each time his loins struck her. He'd waited a long time for this moment, but he wanted her to enjoy it as much as he. Adam liked to satisfy his own cravings, but his ego liked being fed praise from a young girl he'd just had sex with. Besides, if she really enjoyed the intercourse, she'd want to do it again.
She seemed to be enjoying it. In the dim light he could see that her eyes were slitted with passion, her pretty face contorted with near delirium as she moaned and bit her lip and moved her head from side to side. With a shriek, she threw her arms around him and clawed his back. Her legs tightened about him. She began to rock back and forth under him, trembling with the onset of orgasm.
Adam pumped faster, wanting to come when she did. He thrust his penis frantically in and out of her contracting vagina, but she beat him. Her body shook with a series of spasmodic tremors that made the bed tremble beneath them. She collapsed in a heap, but Adam kept on thrusting. He was taken completely off guard when she rolled him off balance, thrust a foot under his chin and pushed him into the wall.
His head hit the wall, and he sank onto the bed, dazed. He was vaguely aware that she was getting up. An instant later, the lights flashed on, blinding him.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing, April? I wasn't finished."
"That's what you think," her harsh voice grated in his ears. "You're finished all right, Mr. Fawkes."
He looked up at her naked figure, trying to focus his eyes. Her image blurred, became clear.
"Eileen," he moaned, as realization washed over him.
"That's right, you bastard!" Her face was a mask of righteous anger. "The other night when you made love to me you called out the name April. I thought you were using me when you had the hots for my teenage daughter. I set up this trap to make sure."
Adam forced a smile he didn't feel. "I knew it was you all the time, Fileen. I was just playing your game, that's all."
She grunted her disbelief.
Adam sighed wearily. "All right, I am attracted to April. Can you blame me? She's a lovely girl."
"I don't like being used, Adam," she said coldly.
"I gave you pleasure, didn't I?" He looked down at his stiff, throbbing penis. "At least let me finish with this."
A smile grew on her face. "I'll take care of that for you." She advanced upon him. "Lie down."
"That's more like it."
He lay down on the bed. She knelt beside him and fondled his penis and testicles for a moment, until he'd closed his eyes dreamily. Then she rose. He assumed she was going to go down on him or lie with him on the bed, but she didn't. He sat up, his eyes widening with horror.
Eileen was standing across the room, a cocked shotgun in her hands.
"I'm going to make sure you never get tempted by April again," she said, "or any other girl, for that matter."
The shotgun lowered to his crotch. The woman's finger whitened on the trigger.
"No!" Adam cried in terror.
He leaped aside as a shower of hot lead exploded past him, ripping into the bed and the wall behind him. As she recocked the gun, he pushed past her and ran blindly into the living room, stumbling nakedly over the furniture, out the back door, across the ground and into his car. As he raced the car away, he heard the woman's derisive laughter following him.
A month later, Adam Fawkes stopped his car at the crest of a hill to look down at the city baking in the Midwestern sun. It looked forsaken, yet he knew he couldn't afford to be choosy. He'd moved here "for his health"-which, in a way, was true. Fortunately, there was an opening in the high school for an English instructor. The pay wasn't very good, but the job would serve as a stepping stone to other positions.
Besides, there would be compensations. The school was, of course, coeducational.
And some of the girls will be young and pretty, Adam thought pleasantly, and quite willing to open up their hot little cunts so I can ram my cock into them!
Adam grinned, threw the car into gear, and eagerly drove down the hill into the quiet, unsuspecting town.