Chapter 15
It was after one o'clock when Becky and Rudy came home. The moment she stepped into the bedroom she had the feeling that someone had been there. A faint trace of perfume lingered and one of her vanity drawers, which she always kept closed, was pulled out about an inch.
Strange....
Apparently Rudy noticed nothing awry. He staggered as he sank on the edge of the bed and began to undress. His sport shirt, awkwardly donned at the Collins' house, was half unbuttoned, his mouth smeared with lipstick.
Becky found a nightie and retreated to the bathroom. She was still half-tight, but she knew she needed a shower before she could sleep. She was disgusted with her behavior. When Hal returned to the rec room she had played drunker than she really was and had prevented him from displaying his bedroom talents a second time....
When Rudy had lurched out of the bedroom for a drink, she had pleaded a fit of sickness and he had driven her home. Apparently he had had enough of Tina for one night.
She wondered again if someone had been in the house during their absence. She remembered that they hadn't locked the front door. Many people in Pender didn't. Rudy always claimed they were fully insured and if some person wanted to rob them he could easily find a way inside.
Becky undressed quickly. She was sick of Hal, sick of the whole bawdy business. Her host had given her no real satisfaction. Her nerves were on edge and she was afraid that despite all the liquor she had taken she wouldn't be sleepy for a while.
I'm glad now Hal couldn't stir me deeply, she thought.
She surveyed her image in the long mirror fastened to the inside of the bedroom door. Her own lipstick was messy and she took a washcloth and cleaned her mouth. Oddly her breasts were still a bit swollen, her nipples distended. Hal's touches and his fondlings had not reached the real core of her need....
I'm still hot, she thought. Is it because I dreamed of Zane and then had my dream exploded?
Cheating with Hal had backfired. She hadn't felt much of anything in spite of all his technique.
She surveyed the slimness of her waist, the trim lines of her hips, the sculptured beauty of her long legs. The V of her femininity drew her attention. She touched herself there and realized that she was still aching with unrequited desire.
Her hands then lifted to the thrusty pout of her breasts, rosy-tipped, still pointy ... They seemed silky-hot to her touch.
No! she thought, turning to the shower.
She adjusted the flow of the water, making it a bit warmer than usual. She had to wash away all traces of Hal; she wanted to feel clean again.
But how can I cleanse my thinking?
Her thoughts were erratic. That would be from the drinks, from the games and from her feelings of shame about the whole performance.
She soaped her body thoroughly, glorying in the cascading water, and the mere touch of her hands on her body caused her to think again of Zane. What if he were with her under the spray of the shower? Where would his hands be? She trembled.
Why visualize the impossible?
She stepped out of the shower at last and found a large towel. She felt much better. Some of the liquor fumes were evaporating. Once thoroughly dry, she slipped into one of her new nighties and made herself as dainty as possible. She even brushed her hair. She liked to do that before going to bed anyway.
She stepped out of the moist air of the bathroom and opened the bedroom door. A light burned at the head of the bed, but Rudy was out cold. His snores rang in her ears, underlining her suspicions about what he had done with Tina. Damn him, she thought.
She backed away and walked into the living room. One lamp still was on. She stretched out on their best sofa. The hem of the little nightie hiked clear to her hips but she didn't care. No one could see her.
No more switching, she thought. No more cheapening of my emotions. If Rudy doesn't like it, I guess I'll have to leave him.
She wasn't so sure about Tina. Tonight she wouldn't consider that. She wanted to think some more about Zane. She was in just the right mood. She had been teased up and fondled, she had watched the other girls playing harem, she had looked at naked male loins, at nude girls, and she was still drunk enough to let her thoughts run wild!
I need it tonight and Rudy's in there snoring, all worn out from trying to please Tina. Well, I'll dream about Zane and pretend he's here and maybe I'll have a wonderful orgasm all by myself....
She adjusted the pillows under her head and spread her thighs wide. She lifted her tender breasts out of her nightie. Her hand stole under the lacy hem of her single garment. She closed her eyes, and touched the sensitive point of her clitoris.
Zane was there, kneeling beside the sofa, his hands gently shaping her breasts, urging her nipples into peaks of trembly responsiveness. He was caressing her slender thighs, whispering words of love, of adoration....
Without the liquor and what had happened that evening she knew she wouldn't be having such a provocative fantasy ... but now she could be completely abandoned. She could sway and twist her body any way she liked, in ways she never had even for Hal-or Rudy-or Tina-or Gene. She would be utterly wanton!
Oh, I do need it! she thought dizzily.
Now Zane was kissing her lips, sliding his tongue in deep, as shooting little sparks of passion enveloped her being. He was carefully preparing her for the ultimate in sexual gratification.
His lips touched her breasts, next. He seemed to be possessing them. Her nipples turned flinty and darts of sensual anticipation made her shudder. She flung her legs about, lifting them, imagining that he was now palming her most sensitive place, escalating her seething passion. She swung her hips in a flurry of joyful seeking drives. She panted and her breasts heaved.
Now he was arching slowly above her. He was braced so she could move her hips wildly, around and around, up and down....
The phantom union seemed almost a reality. Furious little shiverings possessed her. She strained and lifted and raised her legs high as if enclosing him....
I know he'd want me to have one as soon as I could, she thought. A girl needs several ... especially a girl like me.
He's so big-and strong! He's all the man any girl could ever wish for!
Suddenly a ferment of quakings seized her. She felt the long-delayed beginnings of her rapture, the twinges along her thighs, the quickening of the red-hot searings that brought an uncontrollable cry from her throat.
Oh, it's coming, now! Oh-Oh-he's driving right to the core of my passion....
Gusts of throbbing release tore at her loins. She cried out again. The honeyed nuances were fierce and gratifying. But somehow, she couldn't attain the ultimate-the long hard heavings she knew to be totality.
Her vision flew apart. She was alone again, panting out her lust, tossing her hips in an effort to gain more than she had, she now knew could never be attained without the cooperation of a real lover.
Tears sprang into her eyes. She turned her head, hiding the view of her sprawled body from her eyes. She was doubly ashamed-because she had been so abandoned, because she had tried to cheat again-and she had failed.
She caught a hint of movement at the foot of the sofa. Her eyes opened wide!
Rudy stood there, a twisted expression on his face, glaring. I shouldn't have kept my eyes closed! she thought, cringing under his gaze.
"This the way you get your real kicks?" he grated.
"Ohhh-God!" she cried, hiding her face, consumed with humiliation.
Then, suddenly, her anger burst out. She sat up. "Why weren't you out here? You're all used up on Tina!"
He leered, his face white with rage. His hands balled into fists. He trembled.
Suddenly he turned and weaved back into the bedroom. The door slammed shut.
She hugged herself, her face hot with shame. How would she ever live that down? He had probably watched the whole performance....
The tears came again. She huddled on the sofa and let them slide down her cheeks.
I won't have to leave him now, I suppose, she thought bleakly. He'll take care of that. But wouldn't he be furious if he knew whom I was thinking of when I had my climax? He'd flip his silly wig!
She calmed at last. All her pleasure pangs were gone, drowned in a murky sea of remorse. Where had all this switching and wild parties led?-to hatred! She resented Rudy, she hadn't wanted him touching Janet or being in the bedroom with Tina.
Yes, she had joined in reluctantly and now she had gone the route with the men in the crowd and one girl! She was a slut or she would have resisted. She didn't deserve any self-respecting man.
Her own husband had even caught her playing with herself!
How bad could a scene get?
On top of everything she had dirtied the image of Zane! Half-drunk and still on edge she had squirmed out her pleasure alone, thinking of Rudy's brother, and somehow she felt she was going to pay for it, pay dearly in the long days to come....
How can I ever be normal again...?
Zane sat in the Manor Motel, Unit Number 11, waiting for Irene to change. He always noticed the competition, and decided the Manor chain had cheapened their furniture. The sofa he rested on was hard and uncomfortable.
Irene had wanted him to come to her motel so he had followed in his own car. Irene had a new Ford, so she wasn't doing too badly. He felt sure now she was an entertainer, probably in night clubs or on the strip route.
Her large bag sat conspicuously on the end of the sofa. It was half-open. She was still fussing around in the motel bedroom and, knowing women, he realized she wouldn't be out for a while.
He stood up and quickly spread the jaws of the handbag apart. The usual collection of stuff girls carried around. He was curious about her last name, her address. Her car had an Oregon license plate.
Unable to find her billfold, which she had probably carried into the bedroom, he was about to give up his quest. Then he noticed a rather unusual item-a hair piece! It certainly wasn't a woman's. It appeared the thing had been dropped in there and covered with facial tissue. Looked expensive, too. Maybe it belonged to her steady boyfriend.
Well, one never knew what dames carried around with them.
He thought of Rudy's patch.
Resuming his former position on the sofa he had a cigarette. Somehow he didn't feel too carried away with his latest conquest. Irene had all the correct female equipment-large firm breasts, ample hips and good legs. Her features were better than average and her mouth, already sampled, had a greedy heat. What did he expect-a movie starlet?
Then he realized he was comparing her in his mind with Becky. She was so young and fresh and vital-and hell, she had a better figure than any he had seen recently. High virginal breasts, a lovely wide mouth that looked soft and clingy....
Damn! The drinks he had taken seemed to liven her image in his mind. Her soft brown eyes had warmed to him. She was so easy to talk to. She had a bright mind, an imagination. She was sensitive-and she had been hurt. Probably not physically but emotionally.
He supposed that brothers might be drawn toward the same kind of girl-and that it was possible such a girl would feel close to her husband's brother....
Had he assumed too much from just one brief visit? Had he seen desire naked in her eyes?
The whole concept of infidelity didn't appeal to him. He still believed, rather naively, in real love. There had been something of that in his first marriage-but not enough. He had been disappointed in Helen ... and when he had discovered she was stepping out on him he had cut out for good. Luckily she hadn't been smart enough to take very much money in the divorce settlement. She hadn't even been present in court.
He knew he had been looking ever since and damned if he hadn't found the ideal girl hitched up to his brother. He rolled it around bitterly in his mind. That was life.
At that moment the bedroom door opened and Irene came out. She wore a thin green negligee that stirred the brute inside him. Her red hair almost reached her shoulders. Her ripe lips looked even more promising than before. Her large sloping breasts swayed as she paraded toward him in a rather studied manner.
She sank down beside him and he was engulfed in a wave of seductive perfume.
"Honey, I thought you'd have some clothes off," she whispered.
"That won't take long."
She laughed. "I haven't been out with a real man like you for a long, long time. Make me really want it! I'm very happy tonight."
"Any special reason, luscious?"
She smiled, cuddling nearer. The froth of filmy nylon drifted away from the enticing upper slopes of her breasts. "Before I ran into you tonight, I accomplished something. I won't tell you any more...."
Dames! So maybe she had got a stock dividend check or something. He didn't care she was in a good mood. He had to forget Becky. What better way than in a sex-bout with a buxom showgirl? He reached his hand inside the gaping negligee and claimed a velvety mound. Her large nipple swelled against his palm....