Chapter 9
Gil took her into his arms and enclosed her in a strong band of muscles, pressing against her. He was excited.
"Hummm!" she said, wiggling against him to let him know she noticed.
"Hummm, indeed!" he said.
Lucia went down the hall toward the bathroom.
"She comes on strong," Gil said.
"Watch it, lover."
"Jealous?"
"Of Lucia?"
"Can you think of anyone better to be jealous of? She turns me on, you know."
Susan laughed. "All right, if you want me to be, I'll be jealous."
"You don't think the old dog has it in him," Gil said.
"Lover, I know you have. What you have in you I'm fully capable of taking care of, how about that?"
"Is that an order?"
"Is what an order?" she asked.
"Telling me to save myself for you."
Susan decided to humor him. "You're still bigger than I am," she said. She recognized a note of belligerence in Gil's voice. No need to get him riled up that way, too, to force him into proving to himself that he was captain of that ship.
"Smart girl," he said.
There was his readiness against her. She knew it well. She felt him push into the softness of her stomach and she wanted him, her body responding to his stimulus. She tiptoed, raised herself, leaned her torso backward. She remembered how Lucia had looked in the same position and got a voyeuristic thrill. Lordy! she thought, how can I be horny after this afternoon!
But when she heard Lucia come back into the room she made no attempt to free herself from Gil's embrace. She moved, swaying, grinding, making only a slight pretext of keeping time with the music. Actually, she was only vaguely aware of the music. She was more aware of Gil her man, of loving the deep, passionate embrace, knowing tiny thrills, wanting those small emanations from her sensitive regions to be heightened into the lovely, continuous roaring need which ended in heaven.
"Cut!" Lucia said, pulling on her shoulder.
"He's mine," Susan said. "Go marry your own man."
"Don't fight, girls," Gil said, the idiot-grin back on his face. "There's enough for all."
"Ho-ho!" Susan said.
"Ho-ho!" Gil repeated. He spread his legs wide, struck a pose. "And now, ladies and gentlemen," he sang out, "the Third Wonder of the World, Gilmore H. Emory, will perform a daring feat! He will dance, he will romance, he will enchant, both at the same time yet, two of the world's most beautiful women."
He grabbed both of them. Susan struggled only briefly. She was pressed hard against one of Gil's outspread legs. Beside her, in the circle of Gil's arms, was Lucia. Gil pushed them around roughly, positioning them. His arms held them close. Lucia giggled uncontrollably. Susan saw the humor in the situation. Gil got her in the right position. She was pressed against his leg, his leg between hers, her long flank tight against Lucia's. Now Gil was pushing and tugging at Lucia with his other arm.
Susan watched, fascinated, as Lucia let her legs part slightly, leaned inward to press against Gil's thigh. Lucia was no longer laughing. She moved as Susan watched, grinding against Gil's thigh.
"Now this is living!" Gil said smugly. "Those Sheiks of Araby know what they're doing." He kissed Susan lightly on the cheek. "The secret is to keep harmony in the harem. You do that with impartiality." He kissed Lucia on the cheek. "You don't neglect one beautiful slave for another."
It was silly. They were all skunk-drunk. But there was that awareness. Gil's hard thigh was pressed against her in a strategic spot. She let Gil kiss her, then watched as he kissed Lucia. She could see their mouths come together. She was very close to them. She had an impulse, which she stifled, to join the kiss, insert her own mouth there to make it a three-way meeting.
She saw Lucia's lips part just at the moment of touching, saw Gil's tongue extend, and then their mouths were tightly pressed together. She saw Lucia's eyes roll and close. Lucia's lashes were very long. They looked very pretty lying along her upper cheek. Lucia moved her head, making the kiss an active thing. Susan saw her sag against Gil as if her knees had gone weak. She was making small circles with her hips, small movements with her legs parted, pressed into Gil's leg.
"Hey!" Susan said softly. She was surprised at the huskiness in her voice.
"I'm not forgetting you darling," Gil said, coming back to her lips. There was a swirl of dizziness. She knew she was looped. She knew she was becoming very excited. Yet it couldn't go on much longer. They would get rid of Lucia....
But she was docile as Gil led them to the couch. He positioned them on each side of him, possessively, strangely sure of himself. He leaned on Susan for a deep, all-consuming kiss. She felt his demanding, felt his male urging, felt her knees grow weak and tiny waves of desire begin to flow through her.
When he kissed Lucia with the same demanding force, she found herself leaning toward them, drawn strangely to the heat of their embrace, looking at their meshed lips, watching the movements of their bodies as they strained for more contact. Gil's hand came up slowly to clutch one of Lucia's large breasts and she held her breath. Now it would surely end.
She knew the thrill of that touch, the man touch, but Lucia? The woman who liked girls would stop it now. That, she told herself, was why she had let it go this far. It was only a silly, drunken game with only one possible ending because of Lucia's nature. Lucia would stop it.
Lucia's hand came up, closed over Gil's hand on her breast and pushed. Lucia didn't pull on the hand. Gil's lips sealed Lucia's, then Gil was back with her and her surprise was drowned in the pleasure of having her own breast handled lovingly. She went soaring on sensation into the realm of passion where nothing mattered.
She couldn't believe it was happening. She knew it had to stop. She let it go because it felt so good, because it was very sexy to watch Gil do the same things to Lucia that he was doing to her. When Gil turned to face them, kneeling on the couch between them and alternated kisses on their upturned faces, she accepted the kisses and watched avidly as Gil kissed Lucia.
When Gil put one hand on her breast, the other on Lucia's, she took a deep breath and felt the thrill of Gil's experienced manipulations. When his hand went to her knee, he began to work slowly past soft inner thigh.
She remembered, looked quickly at Lucia, and saw Gil's other hand hidden under the folds of Lucia's dress. Lucia's skirt was high, showing lots of thigh. She, too, was giving him access.
She felt Gil's fingers begin to explore, to press under the tight nylon. He was watching them closely, his eyes squinted, the idiot-grin no longer on his face. Instead, there was the look of fierce desire Susan knew so well.
He stopped his caress. Susan, eyes closed momentarily, waited for him to begin again. Instead, she was lifted in one quick movement as Gil stripped her panties away expertly. She sat up with'a jerk. But in the same quick movement, without protest from Lucia, Gil took her panties, and there were two small heaps of white on the rug.
Gil put his hands, both of them, under Lucia's skirt before one hand came to her, and she felt Lucia was leaning back, lips parted, her eyes closed. There was a half-smile of dreamy rapture on her face.
"Lucia!" Susan said. "Let's you and I go powder our nose."
Gil pushed her back. "No!" he said, trying to keep it light. "You're under my power."
But the moments of lightness were past. His effort fell short, smothered by the aura of passion that seemed to fill the room.
"Back in a minute," Susan said with determination. "Lucia?"
Lucia sighed and rose reluctantly. Susan led the way into the bathroom and turned to face Lucia. "This is about to get out of hand," she said. "Gil will start wanting to complete the job soon."
"Sorry," Lucia said. "I guess I got carried away."
"I don't understand," Susan said.
It happened so quickly that she couldn't stop it. Lucia gathered her into her arms and kissed her, soft lips pushing, urging.
"Lucia!" Susan half wailed.
She had broken off a pretty nice thing there, had pulled herself away from Gil's caresses because she thought Lucia needed to be rescued, and now Lucia was making love to her. For a moment, she enjoyed the kiss, then she pushed herself away.
"If you want to stop the whole thing, just say the word," Lucia said.
"But don't you like-don't you want it to stop?"
"Who, me?" Lucia grinned maliciously. "But don't-"
"I like girls. I also like some men, and your man is quite a guy. I can go two ways with him." She kissed Susan again. "With you, doll."
That sweet, all-consuming kiss, twin mounds pressed warmly into her own, a feeling of almost painful desire and delicious weakness. It was wrong, the way she felt. It might even be evil, but it was so damned good that she let the kiss go on and on. She felt Lucia's hands touch the rounded curves of her rump, let herself be lifted into the loving position where nothing mattered but the demands of her body.
"Just say the word," Lucia said, turning her loose suddenly.
Susan fell back weakly, catching herself on the sink.
"I'm suddenly at a loss for words," Susan said, committing herself, telling herself that she wouldn't do a thing to stop it. If it came to that, it would be the doings of Gil and Lucia. She'd just be along for the ride. "I'm speechless," she added.
"Sure?"
Susan closed her eyes, asking for one more kiss. It was good.
Lucia stepped into the hall. "Gil?" she called. She reached for Susan's hand and squeezed it. "Gil, can you come back here for a moment?"
"What's wrong?" Gil asked, wobbling through the hall door. "Someone fall in?" The three of them stood in the hall, directly in front of the open door to one of the spare bedrooms, the one with a large double bed made with fresh linens and a smooth, silky spread.
"Susan and I thought we'd be more comfortable in the bedroom," Lucia said.
Gil looked at Susan questioningly. She smiled weakly. He took her other hand. "All in favor of comfort, say aye."
No one spoke. Gil ushered them into the room, eased Susan down onto the bed. She lay on her back, one arm under her head, watched as Gil took Lucia into his arms and, from the other side of the bed, eased her down, kissing her, to he beside Susan.
He crawled between them. His hands moved on their bodies. His kisses alternated until Susan's last reservations were dissolved in a torrent of lust, until her body sang a song of thrills to his every touch, and her excitement was raised to a peak as she watched Gil make love to the beautiful Lucia.
When he removed Lucia's dress, Susan held her breath. She wore only her lacy bra, panties already gone, left behind on the living room floor. Once again, as the bra went, Susan was struck by the sheer beauty of Lucia's body. Gil, she could tell, was not disappointed.
Lucia helped undress Susan. Then, together, they stripped Gil.
"All right, girls," he said in a choked voice. "Who's on first?"
Susan's breath caught. She wanted him and yet, with that almost unnatural, erotic stimulation high in her, she wanted to see him with Lucia first, to be able to watch, to drink in all the intimate details of an act she had never before witnessed.
"All right." Gil looked at Lucia's bared body hungrily. He pushed her back quickly. Susan sat up to see better. Her breath was rapid. There was nothing evil about it. She had been wrong. It was exciting to watch them lunge at each other. She went gladly to join them when Lucia called for her. She was wildly excited again. She was kissing Lucia when she felt her go stiff and knew with a wild pounding of her heart, that Lucia, now, was experiencing the little totality of climax.
Finally they sat, nude, on the bed. Gil had gone to the kitchen for drinks. They were laughing, not talking about what had happened, merely hinting at it. It was as if they were all a bit ashamed of it, now that the surges of lust were quiet. Susan tried to forget the small hurt she had felt when Gil chose Lucia for his final partner, rather than the familiar body of his wife.
After all, she had participated in the act. She had given it her blessing. It was, after all, better than having Gil leave home to experience another woman. She told herself she wasn't hurt, that no one was hurt by the affair. They were all adults. It wouldn't make any difference in their lives. It was just a brief, exciting interlude which had been, she thought, good for them all.