Chapter 7
Oh, you're so sweet and firm!" Tina whispered. "Feel me, honey! I'm burning!"
A little voice in Becky's mind said, No, no-this is all wrong! I don't want to be queer....
The blonde made several quick moves, the tiny straps that held her bodice in place slipped from her shoulders. She wore no bra. Her full white breasts sloped forward and her little pink nipples were gorged, erect....
Becky's legs turned watery. She found herself sinking onto a small vanity bench. Her abbreviated skirt hiked halfway to her hips and she felt Tina's hand slide excitingly along her heated thighs. She heard the blonde's quick breathing and suddenly soft lips flamed against her mouth. She reached out, found Tina's breasts, velvety mounds of delight, hard-tipped-and strange wonderful sensations gripped her.
Tina sat snugly beside her, skirt drawn away back, revealing her soft white thighs and now, rocked with spiraling emotions, Becky reached for Tina, feeling the dainty woman warmth, caressing as she was being caressed....
Tina wore no panties....
Now Becky felt soft lips stingingly on her nipples, as little nuances of pleasure swirled through her being. She remembered an expression of Tina's, "drunky hot," and sank into a glut of surrender, her thoughts spinning....
Teasing caresses, willfully exchanged ... her passion rising swiftly ... her breasts taut and achy, engulfed in a tide of lusty need. She felt Tina shiver, saw the widening of her soft velvety thighs and suddenly remembering the finale of Irene's show, the wild toss of her hips, she found the wet point of the blonde's desire and spread her own thighs, gasping, waiting ... waiting....
Tina cried out sharply. Her dainty shudders sent Becky's delight soaring. She strained and hurled herself into the act-and suddenly a flood of rampaging thrills burned along her legs, around her loins, upward to her pointy nipples. She gasped out her climax, shivering, her hips still weaving as Irene's had weaved ... until the last voluptuous twinges faded, leaving her limp, shamed....
"Ohhhh-honey!" Tina breathed at last. "You're fanstastic! That was the best I've had for months! Just think what we've been missing...!"
"Don't!" Becky cried. "Please-I've got to go home!"
"What? You still a square? Relax. You had your fun, too. And I know you sneaked another one with Gene ... Live a little-enjoy yourself. That's what parties are for...."
Becky trembled. She couldn't look Tina in the eye. Her guilt was still too sharp.
"Just in case you have forgotten," Tina said, rising. "I can queer that apartment-house contract for all the carpeting and appliances your hubby is dying to sell. Come on, now ... be a good sport. I'm not so hard to take, am I? Do I look like a les? You haven't been damaged. A little girlish fun once in a while never hurt anybody."
Becky knew she was trapped. All she needed to do was rearrange her thinking.
"All right," she answered.
"Good! I need a drink. Now, let's get all prettied up and see how the boys are making out." She sighed, caressing Becky's still-exposed breasts. "But I don't think even Hal can top you, honey...."
A few moments later the girls left the bathroom. Tina had persuaded Becky to leave her panties behind. The blonde had gigglingly whispered that they would just "be in the way...."
I think I need several drinks, Becky decided. I'm now the "new" Mrs. Rudy Finch. I can't sink much lower. A roll with Gene won't make much difference....
"About time you two chicks showed up," Hal said, his words thick. The others were gathered at the bar, making fresh highballs.
"I'll fade out now, kiddies," Irene said, putting down her glass.
Wails of protest came from the men.
The redhead laughed. Becky felt her nerves go taut as Gene and Tina escorted the entertainer to the door. It was arranged that she would drive the Collins' car to their home, where she was staying the night. Irene's parting shot rang in Becky's ears.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
As the host and hostess rejoined the four at the bar Becky finished her drink and busied herself making another. Already Gene was breathing on her neck, his arms around her waist.
"Sorry I got mad a while ago, sugar," he whispered.
"Did you like dancing with Irene?" she asked, coyly.
He laughed, squeezing. "She sure knows how to tantalize a man!"
She succeeded in arousing me to a fever pitch, Becky thought guiltily. I was a bitch in heat ... I've even enjoyed myself with another girl!
A loud crash came from outside the Walters' house. Becky had heard such a noise before, when she had witnessed a head-on collision of two cars at Spokane....
Hal cursed. He and Gene ran toward the front door. Becky followed as exclamations of disappointment arose from Janet and Tina and Rudy.
Becky raced through the open door and out into the cool darkness. One car headlight pointed crazily upward, and she saw that the Collins' Buick had rammed into some obstruction where the driveway met the street. She heard the pound of feet as Gene and Hal rushed to the scene of the accident.
A figure emerged from the Buick. It was Irene, and she staggered. Gene caught her before she fell....
Becky shivered, the fresh air dispelling some of the cobwebs in her brain. She hoped Irene wasn't badly hurt-but she was secretly glad of the interruption.
Now I can stall Gene. Tina was real pleased with me, so Rudy won't lose that big sale. How long, though, before Gene will get me in bed...?
Becky was very glad to be home again.
She sat on the living room sofa in a nightie and light robe, knowing Rudy was in the bedroom putting on his pajamas. The hands on her wrist watch said one-thirty.
Irene's misadventure had broken up the party. The redhead appeared unhurt, but Gene had called an ambulance and a doctor and Irene had been taken to the Pender General Hospital for observation and care. She had run into a concrete abutment at the edge of the Walters' driveway. The Collins' car was insured, of course.
"Hell of a thing to happen!" Rudy said, walking into the room, his pajama-tops unevenly buttoned. He weaved slightly-he was carrying quite a load. He stood in front of Becky. She noticed instantly that he was partially aroused....
"Have fun?" he asked.
"Of course! Didn't you?"
He sat down beside her. Although she knew what he wanted she felt no special thrill. Something between them had faded, lost its meaning. She was determined, however, to be the hep wife with the space-age outlook. Traces of Janet's lipstick were still on his mouth-but she could say nothing, now. They had traded, and she had even gone lesbian.
What could the future hold for them? More parties, more switching? In one way she felt guiltier than he. Men were polygamous by nature. They followed the pattern set by the women.
Had Rudy's deal really been enough of a motive to drag her into a neighborhood exchange club? Well, she couldn't change the past. She felt suddenly more lonely than when she had been single, believing in real love and affection, in right and wrong, in having a family....
She was now simply a girl Rudy lived with. Tears moistened her eyes and she turned her head so he wouldn't see them.
"What's the matter?" he asked, sliding his arm around her shoulders. He reached for the V of her robe, opening it.
"Didn't Janet give you a good time, honey?" she asked, just a bit cattily.
"You know what happened. That damned accident...." He found her nightie-clad breasts. "That was some show, though ... I really got charged up!"
"Aren't I a little small there after Janet?"
"Hell, honey-cut it out! You've got better legs than any of them."
Oh yes, she thought. I'm leggy and limber, but my husband likes variety. Maybe, away underneath, I do, too.
She sighed. "Rudy, let's leave Pender. You can get a good job somewhere else. The Crest stores demand a lot-I've heard you say it. I don't want to do any more of this switching. It's wrong. And-"
"Hell's bells! You want me to toss away a good career? I'm thirty-five. Sure, I can pass for younger...." His left hand rose to his hair piece. His right continued to shape her breasts. "You crazy or something?"
"Please, honey!" she cried, tears in her eyes again. "Where are we going-I mean, us? Sooner or later some husband or wife'll get jealous ... How can you still love me when you know I've been in bed with somebody like Gene or Hal?"
His hand left her. "What the hell? You want to spoil everything? You want to argue? I'm hot to trot. Let's have a little fun. We can talk about all that soul-stuff in the morning!"
Her hands clenched. Tonight he didn't want to try to understand. The accident had broken up his fun with Janet. Now he wanted to assuage his lust with her ... because she was available.
All right, I'll be his whore! I don't deserve the name of wife. I've already had my "fun," twice.
His hand returned to her breasts. This time he slipped his fingers in on her bare flesh. Surprisingly, she felt her nipples swell....
She woke late Thursday morning with a dull headache. She remembered vaguely of hearing Rudy get up when the alarm clock sounded. He would be at the store by now.
She felt used, depleted. After a shorter than usual period of dalliance Rudy had asked her to top-ride again and she had missed her climax. She had simulated passion, as on other occasions, hating it more than ever. His own peak had come swiftly and she was fully aware of the reason. Playing around with Janet, watching Irene writhe about on the carpet, had charged him. The whole act had seemed a little mechanical-but at least she had received the spasming burst of his passion. Janet hadn't....
She wondered, though, if the big girl had enjoyed a "quickie." Perhaps Rudy had fondled her to a peak just as Gene had with herself.
She trembled, hating this trend of thought. Should she continue her role of switch-happy mate? Should she pull out and leave Rudy?
She knew she could easily find a job in Spokane. She had friends there....
I need a drink, she thought. Maybe that will calm my nerves!