Chapter 8
Insistently, the buzz became a ring and the ringing continued on and off, regularly timed and tumultuous. Bill rolled over and groped for the ivory-colored telephone next to the bed. His hand closed over the softly rounded contours and he picked it up, pressed it to his ear, and grunted.
"Good morning, Bill. Did I get you up?" Millicent's rich voice vibrated over the phone's receiver and made its impression in Bill's mind.
"Yeah. But it's okay. I had to get up sometime. What time is it, anyway?" he asked.
"Just a little after one. When are you going to deliver that very valuable package?" she asked archly.
"If you're still at Gloria's house, I'll see you there in about an hour and a half. Okay?"
"All right. We'll expect you and Terri about eleven-thirty then," Millicent crooned.
"She won't be coming along. Something has come up, but I'll tell you all about it when I get there. Okay?"
"Well, I think you should at least tell me something. What's wrong? Can't you find her now? Is she hurt? Sick? Arrested? What's come up?"
"When I get there, goddamn it. It's nothing that you can't handle."
"Okay, I'll see you about eleven-thirty."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye."
"Who was that?" Terri asked as she rolled over in the bed, wrapped the sheet around her full, luscious body, and looked up at Bill with her clear forthright eyes.
"No one important," he said, leaning over and planting a kiss on the end of her nose. "How do you feel this morning?"
"Very well, thank you."
"Are you hungry?"
"Yes, very."
"Okay, you stay put and rest that beautiful body of yours, and I'll hustle around here and get us some bacon and eggs and coffee. How's that for openers?" Bill asked enthusiastically as he rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. "Just let me take a quick shower first."
"Okay. I'd like to do the same thing when you're finished," Terri said.
Bill turned in the doorway, his face in a bright smile, saying, "Come on. We'll take one together. It'll save soap and water."
"Okay," she said, climbing out of bed and stretching.
Bill grabbed two fresh towels from the linen closet and laid them out in the bathroom. He turned on the water and adjusted the temperature until it was just right, then opened the shower door.
"Ladies first," he said, stepping back to allow Terri to move through the door ahead of him.
Her buttocks bounced saucily as she stepped through the door and walked under the hot spray. Bill savored the soft flare of her hips, the slimness of her waist, the fullness of her thighs, and the swelling mounds that marked her breasts. It was time to buy a little insurance, he thought, as he stepped into the shower behind her and pulled the door closed.
As the water sprayed over their bodies, giving
Bill new strength, his hands circled her waist and he hugged her closely, kissing her neck, shoulders, and back.
"You're the grooviest chick I've ever met," he said as his lips nuzzled wetly next to her ear. "I could really do a thing with you."
"You're a very nice cat," she said, picking up the soap from the tray built into the wall of the tiled shower.
"Here, let me. It's more fun that way," Bill offered, taking the soap from her hand and working up a thick lather between the palms of his hands.
He spread the thick, creamy lather over her shoulders and down her back, feeling the silky softness of her skin as his soapy hands glided over its surface. He worked smoothly and efficiently, letting the lulling heat of the needle-fine spray do its part. Bill soaped the backs of her thighs, her calves, and her heels, but paid particular attention to the full cheeks of her ass, letting his hand dip deep into the crack that so evenly divided those two twin spheres.
"You're outa sight," Bill told her, as if he were trying to sell her on the idea that she was very pretty. "After breakfast, why don't you just sort of take life easy around here while I go see the person who called. You know, sort of get used to the place. It's all yours, you can have the whole ball of wax," Bill said with the proper emphasis.
Standing up, he spun her around by the shoulders. "Now the front," he said.
The soap suds oozed down her body in little bubbling trails. Bill moved the scented bar back and forth across Terri's upper chest, just watching the soap flow down her beautiful body. He circled and lathered each of her full, firm breasts, making sure that he tweaked her nipples gently so they would pop up and make an easier target for his tongue later. Down the bar of soap traveled, dipping into the soft contours of her belly, over the flare of her hips, and into the dense foliage of her pubic hair, a wet, burnished gold.
Bill's lips were right behind the bar of soap. He had pushed Terri right against the shower wall, and she stood there, back braced against the tiles, feet spread wide and the water running down her bare and delicious skin as Bill paid tender homage to its loveliness with his lips, teeth, and tongue. He licked his way around each breast, nuzzling and lifting the swelled mounds with his nose and face. Bill sucked each nipple into his mouth in turn, laved, savored, bit, and chewed at it, until both were a rosy pink, standing straight and firm like two little pop-up muffins.
Moving downward, Bill knelt at her feet, his lips and tongue moving back and forth across her belly, dipping into her navel, his tongue darting into the dimpled depression. He slid himself furthur between her spread thighs, his tongue laving its way across her pubic hair still sweet with the taste and scent of the soap. He felt her fingers entwining themselves in his hair, pulling at his head, drawing his face closer to the center of her sex, to that spot which could give her ultimate joy. His face ground into her very center, his tongue stiff and pointed like a dagger trying to find that one spot of vulnerability.
"Eat me. Eat me good," Terri groaned, the water splashing across her face and running down her body.
Bill's tongue rummaged through the softly curling hair that covered her cunt with gold, found the narrow slit that divided her pussy lips, and penetrated. Turning his head to the side, he sent his tongue down the entire length of her groove, savoring the sweet taste of it, breathing in the rich woman smell of her flowing juices combined with the lime smell of soap.
He could feel himself getting hard as he knelt on the floor in front of her. His weapon was rising from between his legs to its full length, strong and straight as a pink pole, topped by a vermilion knob. He put his own passion aside for the time being and concentrated on bringing Terri off with his tongue. There would be a whole lifetime for satisfying his prick within the confines of her tight snatch.
Finding the opening to her sex, Bill let his tongue dive into the resilient orifice, to taste and smell the juices that flowed from that tight aperture. He felt her pussy lips fasten themselves around his tongue and milk it, trying to draw more of its length into her body.
"Oh. Lick it. Lick it hard," Terri cried, her head thrown back, her eyes clamped tightly shut.
Using his fingers, Bill pried apart the tightly closed lips of her cunt while his tongue continued to search for her clit. Finally, he felt the small nub start to rise from its hiding place and his lips fastened themselves around its base. He nibbled at the slick little mound of delicate flesh, letting his tongue pass back and forth over its tips, exciting it to a larger size.
Terri was rolling her body back and forth against the wall of the shower, oblivious of the water as it soaked her hair, making it like strings of golden spaghetti. Her hands were moving on the top of Bill's head, urging him on to greater and more thrilling activities with his trained tongue. Bill felt her legs start to quiver, her belly shake, and her breathing become labored as he worked his lips and tongue over and around her swelling clit.
Her thighs were clamped tight around his head, making it difficult for him to see or hear, but Bill could feel and he sensed that she was just about to blow her nuts. Trying to guess as accurately as possible, Bill waited for a few precious moments more, and then gently bit down on her swollen clit, tossing his head from side to side after he had her clit firmly between his teeth. He could feel the tremendous spasm shaking her entire body as she spent herself under his teeth and tongue. Racking pulsation after racking pulsation rippled along her full length, making her skin pucker in little goose bumps despite the hot water running over her body. Her breath was sucked in and held. Finally, Bill heard her let it out in great whoosh, and she loosened the grip with which her thighs held his head to its task. Her hands were shaking when they let go of his hair and she was breathing very deeply when Bill stood up to face her, her breasts rising and falling as she sucked in great draughts of air.
Bill soaped himself while she recovered. As he worked the lather in and thought about facing Millicent Martin, his stiffened hard-on subsided and finally flopped uselessly between his legs.
Getting out of the shower, he handed Terri a towel and watched as she dried herself, rubbing the nappy surface over her skin until it glowed pink and healthy.
After drying himself, Bill wrapped the towel around his middle and walked to the kitchen and started breakfast. He figured that Terri was still trying to recover from the orgasm that she had just experienced.
He complimented himself as he made fresh orange juice in the blender, started the bacon frying in the big skillet, and broke a bunch of eggs into a bowl where he whipped them up with a fork, adding a little milk. He started the water in the teapot so they could have coffee and put slices of bread in the toaster.
As he was setting the knives, forks, and spoons on top of the bar, Terri made her entrance from the bedroom, her golden hair brushed until it sparked with rich luster. She had found one of Bill's old terry cloth robes and had slipped into it. It made her look very small and defenseless, with the sleeves hanging loosely down over the ends of her fingertips. She rolled them up as she slid onto the bar stool.
"While I'm gone, you can read the paper and figure out what you'd like to do today," Bill said, smiling at her.
"When will you be back?" she asked.
"A couple of hours or so, but you can plan on spending the rest of the day with me. As a matter-of-fact, I'd like to turn it into a regular thing," he said, confident that this would be well received.
"You sure do say all the right things," she said, drinking her juice down in a couple of swallows and holding her glass out for more.
Turning the wheel of the white VW sharply, Bill steered it up the narrow street of Beverly Glen to the California ranch style home owned by Gloria Davis.
He had been running over make-believe conversations he would have with Millicent Martin and trying to figure out what her reaction would be when he gave her the news that he was playing for the whole loaf and not just some of the crumbs.
He had just gone through reaction number four when he came abreast of the house and turned the car into the driveway. He parked, got out, and walked across the porch. As he rang the bell, he remembered the last time he had been there and stepped back to answer the metallic squawk box over the door. He hope there wouldn't be any wild scenes with the weeping willow Gloria Davis; he just wasn't ready for that kind of a scene this early in the day.
Much to his surprise, the door opened with no preliminaries of identification through the metal box, and Millicent Martin was standing in the entrance way with a worried look on her face.
"Well, Bill, you certainly did stretch out that hour and a half some. Would you like to have some lunch? Gloria and I were just sitting down at the table," she said, holding the door for him until he was safely in the entrance way.
"No thanks, I just got up from breakfast myself. That's the reason that I'm late. But I will have some coffee with you, if you don't mind," he replied.
"Fine," she said, leading the way to the dining room where Gloria Davis was sitting at the long table. She averted her eyes when Millicent and Bill entered the room.
"That's enough of the dramatics, Gloria, now be civil, at least," Millicent said in a strong voice to Gloria.
The slim blonde looked at Millicent, and then turned her gaze to Bill, nodding as she did so.
"Here, Bill, sit down here, I'll get you a cup," Millicent offered. She was back in a second, carrying a large pot of coffee. She poured Bill a cup and then sat down, looking at him significantly. "Well, what's the problem?"
"No problem at all, really. Terri is at my house right now. As a matter-of-fact, she was there all night, and I plan to make that a permanent, arrangement," Bill announced.
"Well, that is surprising news. Tell me, has Terri already agreed to all of this? I mean, have you gone over the whole thing and worked it out together?" she asked.
"Yes. The important thing is that she doesn't want to change executors for her estate and she has finally broken away from your influence and she wants to keep it that way."
"Is this something you cooked up? I mean, her not wanting to testify in court to have the executors changed?"
"No, she volunteered that information. As a matter-of-fact, she said she had only agreed with you when you kept harping on the bad job they were doing so that you would keep still. She told me last night that even if she went back to live with you she would not testify in court to have the executors for the estate changed," Bill said.
"Shit!" Millicent spewed out. "The little bitch. And what other little things did my sweet niece whisper in your ear?" Millicent hissed through clenched teeth.
"She said something about you not having a hold over her anymore and that she was here in Los Angeles to try and get her head straight; to try and find out who she really is and what her true values are. That's all, just things like that," Bill said honestly.
"I see. And I suppose that you are going to be right by her side while she clears all these cobwebs out of her head and sees the light? That'll be just ducky; she sees the light and you collect the pot of gold. Well, listen, Billy boy, I'm not going to make it easy for you, you can count on that," said Millicent, staring at Bill with cold hard eyes.
"Now wait just a minute," Bill said. "There's no reason to get all jerky and nervous. What gave you the idea that you were going to be left out in the cold? You turned me on to this deal and I plan to take care of you. When she told me that she wasn't going to testify, I just did what had to be done at the time."
"And what was that, pray tell?" Millicent said sarcastically.
"I turned her on and balled her," Bill answered frankly, hoping that his bluntness would give him an opportunity to leave with some grace.
"Did she like it?" Millicent asked, looking at Gloria.
"Well, she's still a little inexperienced, but I think she dug the scene."
Millicent and Gloria again exchanged glances and then Millicent asked, "Is Terri still at your house?"
"Yeah. I told her to wait around and we'd go out later on after I got back. Why?"
"Well, I'd like to see her before I go back up North."
"I don't know about that," Bill said.
"I promise there'll be no big scenes, no lectures, no shouting, nothing. I'd just like to see her in your house. I want to make sure that she is really happy and that what you have said is true. Now, as her legal guardian, I don't think I'm asking too much. Even you must admit it is rather reasonable under the circumstances," Millicent argued.
Bill thought for a minute, weighing all the possibilities, all of the ramifications of having Terri meet with her aunt. What the hell, he thought, I've got it made, why worry? The whole bag is sewn up tight. Nothing can queer the deal now.
"Let's go," he said, standing up, leaving his untouched coffee cooling in the cup.
The brakes squeaked as he wheeled his little car into the garage and pulled to a jarring halt.
Quickly Bill jumped out of the car and ran around the other side to open the door for Millicent Martin.
"Let me go first," he said, "kind of get her ready for the fact of your being here."
"Okay. Whatever you think is best," she agreed cooperatively.
He raced to the door, fumbled with his keys for a moment, and then swung the door open, calling out her name as he did so.
"Terri!"
The name echoed back to him from all the rooms of the house. He called again, but there was still no reply. By this time, Millicent Martin was standing behind him.
"Maybe we'd better go in and see what's wrong," he suggested.
They walked through the house, each room was examined with care. The bathroom, kitchen, the bedroom, where Bill noted Terri had apparently made the bed before splitting.
They found the note in the living room, propped up against the book on Tarot and held upright by the Tarot deck.
He read the round, careful handwriting:
Dear Bill, Sorry I couldn't stay. You're really a nice cat, but I don't dig the scene. Thank you for straightening out my head about a couple of things though. You were really a big help.
Regards, Tern
When he looked up from the short note, Millicent was reading it over his shoulder. "Well," Bill said.
"It makes sense," Millicent commented, looking intently at the note.
"Maybe to you it makes sense, but to me it doesn't figure."
"Listen, Bill, remember I told you that I could make Terri do what I wanted that I could control her if only I could see her?"
"Yeah. She said something like that too."
"Right. Do you know what that control was, Bill?" she said, not giving him time to answer, but going right on, "it was sex. Pure sex. I turned her on when she was fourteen. When she told you that she was coming down here to get her head straight about a few things, she was talking about having sex with boys. You took her to bed and made love to her and she ran out on you. Do you know why, Bill? Because she's out there right now, trying to find a little nelly chick just like herself. That's right, she's as queer as a three dollar bill. That was the control I had over her I could swing from both sides of the fence and I used it to turn her on."
"Well, I'll be damned," Bill said, sitting down on the couch and holding his head in his hands.
"It's not the end of the world," Millicent soothed, sitting down beside him and placing her hand on his thigh. "After all, we still have the rest of the afternoon."