Chapter 13

"I got a bottle out in the rig," Andy said, his arm going around her waist. He peered down at her bodice. Her frock had a low neckline. The cleft between her breasts was clearly in view. She had permitted him a few touches there, on occasion-but now she intended to let him go further. Much further.

She was tired of saying no, and lately, even when she said yes, nothing happened.

"I do-don't need a drink, Andy."

"You're different," he said, his breath hot against her cheek. "You been finding out about the facts of life since the last time we had a date?"

"Maybe," she said, leaning against him.

I was going to save myself for Nick, but the fire's over and he isn't here. He can get all the girls he wants-girls who know the score ... I think I'd rather have Andy than Hugh, anyway.

Andy had kissed her before, but this time she opened her lips and put on some pressure. She felt him shiver. She dropped her hand to his trousers.

He claimed her mouth greedily. The fires of her desire she had banked so long began to kindle. He smelled manly-not a trace today of gasoline or oil! She thrust her tongue into his mouth.

Immediately his free hand contacted her billowy breasts. She had donned a very sheer bra and her frock wasn't much. He squeezed hungrily. Boldly she moved her seeking hand, finding him rigid. He shook all over.

His wet mouth lifted. "Hey-you really like it, don't you?"

"D-don't talk so much," she said, feeling her nipples poke out against the confines of her bra-cups. This was better in many respects than the party, where she had been fondled with others watching.

If Nick does want me, he won't expect to find a virgin, anyway, she thought. I want to know!

She found the zipper on his trousers and ran it down.

He moaned, holding her breasts, his wet lips on her neck. He fumbled with the opening of her frock. She reached into the gape of his trousers ...

He wasn't as adequate as she had expected. But the newness of it, pleasurable, keenly stimulative, made her shiver.

"If you promise not to get in a hurry, we'll go in the bedroom," she whispered.

"Okay, okay!" he muttered.

But before she released him, she caught his hand and drew it to the hem of her skirt. His fingers were moist, but the feel of them on the soft flesh of her thighs stirred a wave of tingling. Boldly, she opened for his caresses.

"Damn!" he panted, still somewhat of a fumbler.

She decided to tease him. "Is that what you want, Andy?"

"Yeah!"

"Take it easy...."

He moaned again, shaping the pantied mound of her girlhood. She had watched Lucy and Ivy operate. She lifted her hips. The fury of his desire was communicated to her hand and in turn from his hand to her spreading thighs ...

Andy had breathed on her neck and barely touched her there before in the darkness of his car, but she had never let his hands wander too intimately. And she had never held him that way.

She experienced a certain slowness in her responses. Was it because she didn't really care for Andy-because she was using him?

Well, she would make him tease around until she was hot.

"Make it good, Andy," she whispered. "Damn," he repeated.

His hand acquired a certain deftness. With her free hand she opened the top of her frock. She unhooked the front-opening bra, letting her breasts surge forward. Her nipples were swollen.

"Kiss them, Andy!"

He had a fit of trembling. His moist lips touched the silken vale between her charms. She felt him go rigid. He shuddered, and suddenly she was aware of his intense arousal. He moaned, gripping her convulsively-and suddenly she knew he was climaxing!

She had never held a man in the throes of sexual release. It sent a wince of unrequited need soaring through her being. He gasped and writhed, and the evidence of his release became all too apparent.

She bit her lip. He had no control at all!

But he was young; he would surely be able to proceed after he rested a while.

If I fail this time I think I'll run to the lake and jump inl she thought wildly.

Andy went in the bathroom to clean up. Nona lifted her frock over her head, tossed her bra on the back of the sofa. She kicked off her slippers. Now she wore only her panties. She walked to the bedroom door, opened it. The bed was neatly made. It was shadowy in there, which might help Andy.

Andy came out of the bathroom, looking sheepish. She smiled. His eyes lighted up. He followed her into the bedroom.

She stretched out on the counterpane, waiting.

"Come on, Andy. Undress. You want a party, don't you?"

"I-I'm sorry about-a while ago," he muttered.

She tried to laugh, to dispel his uneasiness. "That's all right...."

He unbuttoned his shirt, dropped it. He turned away from her when he unfastened his trousers. She had seen him on the beach. His body was no novelty to her-except in that one place.

Finally, he drew his briefs down and turned, hurrying to the bed, as if ashamed of his nakedness. She noticed he wasn't aroused. Surely, at his age, he could function again.

She ached for release. She believed almost any halfway decent man could give her that! Be modern, be clinical about it! Have fun, have a ball ... But again he became too impetuous.

His breathing quickened. He was shivering. She guided him above her but he became too eager.

She wondered, from his actions, if he had ever had a girl before.

She craved his mouth on her nipples, as before, but he seemed too carried away with his feelings to give her the attentions she felt a girl deserved at this moment of surrender.

He pushed. She felt moisture on his shoulders. He panted-and suddenly he buckled. He shuddered, and she knew he was climaxing again!

She tried valiantly to swing upward until they were completely together-but he was in the throes of his joy.

A shaft of anger claimed her. The inconsiderate fool!

He fell away, even before all of his pleasure faded. He writhed on the bed beside her, panting out his lust.

A sharp ache of unrequited need tore at her emotions. She clenched her hands into fists. She wanted to shout her fury at him.

I was crazy to offer him my prize! she thought. The fool! He's a failure in life and a failure in bed. Never again!

She swung off the bed, staring down at him, at his lax freckled body, and somehow managed to hold back the harsh words that sprang to her lips.

She ran out of the bedroom and into the bath. She closed and locked the door. She sat down on the covered toilet seat. Her nipples still were pointed with her tempestuous arousal, her femininity wet with the effusion of her readiness.

With one hand she caressed her nipples, with the other she reached for the seat of her desire. She spread herself. She had to finish. It was criminal to be so near culmination and then not have it.. .

Oh, damn him! she thought.

He hadn't even pierced her girlhood, her hymen. She was still, physically, a virgin ...

She found a robe in the bathroom and put it around her. She walked through the living room and into the bedroom.

Andy sat on the edge of the bed, his head down.

"Get out," she said, tightly. "Get out of my life, for good!"

"But-"

Tears gathered in her eyes. "Out!" she stormed.

"Okay, okay!" he muttered, reaching for his clothes. His head raised. He sneered. "I guess you found out a lot up here, hey? You sure turned into a hot bitch!"

She slapped his face, hard.

He stood up, a strange expression on his face. It was transformed. He looked ugly, almost inhuman. His lips pulled back from his half-yellow teeth. Fear shot through her.

She heard someone coming. She took a deep breath and backed out of the bedroom. For one instant there she had believed Andy was going to attack her.

She had never seen anyone look so evil, so subhuman ...

The front door of the cabin opened. Ivy came in breezily. She saw Nona and her eyes opened wide. At that moment Andy peered out of the bedroom and Ivy smiled.

"Parties everywhere," she said, winking at Nona.

Andy backed out of sight, closing the door.

Nona blushed. She was ashamed that she had been caught with Andy, but at the same time she was glad Ivy had appeared when she did. Slapping Andy had made him look suddenly ugly, frighteningly mean and vicious.

Nona sat down, keeping the robe tightly about her figure.

Ivy jerked a finger at the bedroom and her lips formed the words, around a sly smile. Was he any good?

Nona knew her cheeks were flame red. She shook her head.

Ivy shrugged. At that moment Andy, now fully dressed, came out of the bedroom. He looked at Ivy. Then, with a glance at Nona, he bolted toward the front door of the cabin and shot through it.

Nona saw him stride along the trail toward his hotrod.

"Well, I'm glad you made a try at it, anyway," Ivy said, dryly.

"H-he'll never get a-another chance!" Nona said, hotly.

Ivy giggled. "I told you a long time ago he was a dope and always would be! But things worked out for me. Hugh and I got along fine."

Nona bit her lip. "I wonder where N-nick is?"

"Oh-I forgot. I came over to tell you. Nick got hurt at the fire line. They took him to Lawton General Hospital."

Nona's heart contracted. She felt dizzy. She knew the blood drained from her face.

"Honey, take my car, and drive down to see him," Ivy suggested. "I understand how you feel."

"W-was he badly hurt?" Nona asked tightly.

"Jud got the call. An ankle and leg, I think. Now, don't get all torn up! I'm sure he'll be all right."

Nona took a deep breath. She ran over and hugged Ivy.

"Thanks, cousin!"

Ivy patted her. "And listen, doll-baby. We don't talk. You know what I mean. Just between us girls...."

Nona realized what she meant. Ivy was sure Nona had overheard what had gone on between Lucy and Ivy. And now Ivy knew that Nona had been in bed with Andy ...

"I-understand," Nona said, shamed again that she had been seen with the sandy-haired jerk. That's what he was-a jerky dope. And then, that strange transformation.

"Now, get yourself all fixed up pretty-like and drive down to see Nick. I have a strong hunch he's hot to see you!"

"Thanks, Ivy! Thanks ever so much!"