Chapter 9
Something woke Rick out of a restless sleep. It was either the distant sounds of the sea, the cool breeze blowing into the room from the open window, or it might have been the first dim dawn light. Of course, it could have been the nightmare he'd had. The previous night he'd had too much to drink. He'd waited for Paul until two in the morning and, finally, when Paul had not come home, he had fallen asleep.
His eyes pained him, it was as if a needlepoint was prodding somewhere under his lids; his throat was as raw as if he had swallowed boiling coffee. When he rolled his body over a few degrees the needles penetrated upward into his head. He didn't remember undressing, but here he was completely naked, his face half buried in a pillow. When he lifted his head, he blinked his eyes, not believing what he saw.
There was a girl in the bed. He could see a head of red hair on the other pillow inches from his face. His eyes blinked uncertainly a few more times, desperately forcing the sleep from them, and darted over the well-shaped, milk-white back that tapered down to smooth curving hips and the tiny bare buttocks that were turned toward him so invitingly. He heard a feminine sigh, held his breath as the lush body stirred. He watched a hand shoot up from the sheet, then reach back, feeling first his chest and then trailing down to stop at his hip. Very slowly the long, tapered fingers worked their way to his groin. He swallowed uncomfortably and watched the hand close over his half-erect cock and squeeze possessively. Then he heard a husky, "Umm, mmm!" kind of a sigh from the female stranger. Suddenly the girl turned her head to the side, blinked at him, then rolled over, her red hair falling away. He found himself looking into sleepy, smiling eyes, a cute pug nose, and sensual, inviting lips. She can't be any older than eighteen, he thought.
"Hi," the sleepy voice greeted.
"Uh-hello."
"Surprised, huh?"
"Hell, yeah," he said.
"Don't look so scared. I'm not going to bite you," the girl laughed, running a hand through her shoulder-length hair. She rose, rested her weight on an elbow, and gave him a perfect view of her oversize breasts.
He knew she could see him staring; it was almost impossible not to stare at those voluptuous swollen tits. They were enormous, biggest tits he'd ever seen.
"Wouldn't think of harming you," she purred.
"I wasn't thinking that."
Her hand squeezed his cock, stirring it to life. Her breasts heaved, and Rick studied the thin drop of perspiration that was about to slide within the valley between her immense white mounds. His fascination was obvious as he continued to stare.
"Well, whoever you are," he said, "I don't want it to end."
"Really? I'd like to believe that. Hey, don't you remember at all?"
"What?"
"I should have known you'd forget. You hung one on last night. Happens to me, too, every time I drink brandy." Her eyes were dancing now. "I knocked at the door at midnight. No answer. I left and came back at two. This time you answered my knock. You let me in, we talked, and wham! you passed out."
"Then it was you who-"
"Yeah, I undressed you. Took me forever to get your Levi's off."
"Did we-"
"No. You were a gentleman. 'Sides you couldn't get it up. I know, I tried." She wrinkled her nose. "See, I wasn't the perfect lady."
"Are you a friend of Paul's?"
"His sister."
Rick's head shot up.
"Don't let it throw you. I know all about my brother. He told me he had a roommate. So you see, I didn't expect you to get rough with me." Her eyes raced over his naked body. "But it sure is a waste. That is, for me it is." She took her hand from his cock. "Though right now I'd say you were a bit stirred."
He glanced down. "Yeah," he smiled foolishly. "I'd say so, too." He didn't remember a thing about the preceding night. The sudden thought of Paul walking in brought him to his feet. He searched for his Levi's.
"In the closet on a hanger. I'm the neat type," the girl said.
He went to the closet and slipped into a robe. "What's your name?" he asked going into the bathroom. "Maggie," she answered. "Maggie?" He spit out the mouthwash. "Rotten name, but that's my cross to bear."
"Go to school?"
"UCLA. Freshman. I wrote Paul I'd be in Laguna this weekend. Guess he forgot. Where is he?"
Rick returned to the bedroom. "In L.A. on business."
"He take the bus? I noticed his jalopy is parked outside."
"I loaned him my car."
"Oh."
She had settled back against the pillows. The sight of her firm, rounded breasts shot a bolt of electricity down Rick's spine. "Look, maybe you ought to get into your clothes. Paul might pop in at any moment."
"Come on, baby. Who's kidding who? Why, if I thought there was half a chance of turning you on I'd-" She stopped herself, her eyes on the bulge under the robe. "You better go to the bathroom," she smiled, "you've got a piss hard on."
"You sure take a lot for granted, don't you?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean thinking I'm queer."
"Oh? I suppose you're going to tell me that you're not. If not, what are you doing with my brother? I know he's as queer as a three-dollar bill."
"Okay, we made it together, but that doesn't mean-"
She reached for his belt, loosened it, then parted it, exposing his massive erection. "Then prove it to me," she dared him.
"You're hot for it, aren't you?"
"With a cock like yours, I'd be a liar if I said no. I'm not the lady type. I like my man big. I've been playing with yours half the night. But usually that's all I ever get to do with gay boys. I can touch them, get them all hot and bothered, but they never want to continue." She raised her chest. "You going to be like the rest?"
"No, baby doll," he said. "I sure as hell am not going to be like the rest." He walked closer to the bed and ran his fingers along her smooth, flat belly down to her curly forest, all the while watching their movements in the mirror.
Her hand sought out his naked genitals. She lay back against the pillows, he stood, indulging in loving mutual masturbation.
Maggie had her long legs widely spread, her parted lips were curled in an approving smile, her eyes closed, reveling at the feel of his fingers expertly stimulating her.
Rick's fingers massaged her vagina, making quick, darting touches to her clitoris. He leaned down and took the tip of her breast into his mouth and eagerly sucked her quivering nipple, then got out of his robe and spread himself over her, feeling the warmth of her bare legs, her stomach, her breasts and the soft caress of her hand as it stroked his shoulders.
"Well, I'll be-" she whispered. "I got me one that swings." Her lips kissed and nibbled at his mouth. Her tongue made a sudden thrust.
He felt her thigh, there was a nerve twitching there, a most energetic, thumping kind of a twitch, as if her naked thigh were doing a dance of its own. The breath began to rise within her; he could feel it. A pained sigh escaped her throat.
"Baby," she moaned. "You're not bad at all. You ain't a waste after all." Her hip against his leg began a slow grind sending his blood to boiling point. She reached up to the back of his head and forced it down against her breasts. "Kiss 'em, Rick," she murmured.
He buried his face into the softness of her throbbing mounds, opened his mouth, and took one pink nipple, sucking hard, feeling it harden. He felt her push his face harder down into her. He kissed her breasts more feverishly.
"Oh, man, a little more of that and there'll be no stopping me," she purred.
And she was right. Positioning himself above her, he rammed his big prick into her yearning cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... umm ... mmmm," she moaned, accepting his cock greedily.
He began a relentless series of long, coaxing thrusts. She lifted her legs, locking his hips with them, and rolled her ass from side to side, arching her hips upward for her young lover's thrusting penetrations, moaning, smiling in blissful contentment. He could feel her heels jab hard into his lower back, forcing him to sink even deeper inside her.
"Kiss me," she demanded, her nails raking his back. Her body went into spasms as his tongue sunk deep into her throat, almost choking her. Her hips battered into him like a ram, meeting his cock. Her body moved in a frantic motion, and he could feel her feet beating against his ass muscles, her tightly clenched fists against his back. "Oh, fuck me good!" she screamed.
Rick's body went rigid as he let himself go, spilling his hot come, flooding her insides. "Damn," he heard her cry. Then he felt her vagina muscles contract, pulling and squeezing the last drop of come out of his prick. He waited a second and started to pull himself out of her when her command stopped him. "Don't. Leave it in. Come again, and this time I'll come with you." She took his lips, and her hips began rotating under him wildly. Rick had no trouble keeping his prick stiff. He'd shot his load; but he was ready to shoot it again. He could go forever, he knew that. He sank his cock deeper and began to move his hips in slow circles.
Maggie's hips began to pump in a wild frenzy. He could feel her breasts push into his chest as he ground his pelvis into her, their pubic hair meeting in a tangled mass. He stared into her clear, wide eyes, thinking, She's beautiful, so eager, so good at it. He caught her hair, pulled her head back, and kissed her hard on the mouth. Maggie closed her eyes, and when she opened them they were wide and wild. "You're gorgeous," he whispered to her, running his fingers over her breasts.
"So are you, baby. I-I wish-"
"What do you wish?"
"That things were different. That I could really have you for my own." She blinked her eyes rapidly, then forced a laugh. "But having you once is better than never." She pushed his mouth into her breasts.
He kissed them, running his tongue around the stiff, pink tips. He pumped slowly but firmly, sending his rod deep into her-in-in-in-until she screamed with joy. "Now!" she cried. "Now!"
Clasping her closer, he felt her body devouring his in uncontrolled frenzy. Then he came, even more than before, in flooding spasms. This time he knew that Maggie, too, had triggered off. She twisted her smoldering body in pleasurable agony, then fell back limp against the bed sheets moaning in final heavenly release.
He was grinding his cheek against her soft globes, when his eyes caught sight of someone standing in the doorway, staring at them in cold fury. He swallowed hard, lifted his body, and took a closer look.
It was Paul!