Chapter 6
It was a hard winter. The snow piled deep and cold on the side of the building. It froze into solid glaciers of frigid ice and burned Sheila's hand when she slipped and fell on it.
Taking her books to class was an arduous trip. The wind blew off the northern plains as if it had a vengeance. Bent on destroying all human feeling and it seemed to course down the streets scouring everything not bundled in four layers of wool.
Sheila did indeed get straight "A's". She stared at her transcript when it came in the mail with exaggerated indifference. She even took care to leave it buried under her old school newspapers which she read only with contempt and snickering.
By the end of February she was living with Bob. From the first time he had carried her home, he entranced her. His long powerful body, a dancer's and acrobat's mesmerized her until she could hardly keep her hands off him when he was near.
Then there was Tammy to contend with. For the few weeks she was still living with her, Sheila was insanely jealous of her old friend. She knew that Tammy would have no compunction about sleeping with Bob.
It enraged Sheila to think about that, and it didn't make her feel any better wondering whether or not Bob would take Tammy up on the offer. It occurred to her that he probably would.
That was one of the major reasons she moved in with him so quickly. She had to keep tabs on him all the time. There was something about him which she desperately needed.
He was older, twenty-five and he'd been in the army. He didn't talk much about that or anything else for that matter.
He just told her simply that he had enlisted and spent four years in the Marines starting when he was seventeen. After that, he had wandered around the country for a year working at whatever could keep him in food, clothes and grass.
His body was taut and lean like a greyhound's and he looked as if he hadn't picked up any baggage since he had been on the road.
His long blonde hair he wore habitually in a pony tail. Sheila had never known a guy who wore his hair that way. Somehow she had always thought it would look effeminate. But looking at Bob her grew dry with desire.
The hard lines in his face were emphasized by the severe pull of his hair back from his forehead. Straight back from his hairline the blonde curls were stretched taut. All the way back to the rope he wore to keep it tight, his curly hair was straight.
Then below the rope it burst into golden curls which Sheila loved to play with. She loved to run her fingers through it and then pull the rope off suddenly freeing his curls in cascades of lovely soft hair.
Her fingers could not keep out of his hair or off his shoulders and chest. She loved to feel the ripple of ribs under his dark skin. Mottled and blotched strangely as if he were a piece of blotting paper someone had been working on, his skin was colored.
His long uncircumcised penis she loved to fondle at her lips and feel grow. He could lie for hours like that and she loved to feel his thighs on either side of her head protecting her as she suckled him.
His foreskin he loved to have her nip. Flipping her tongue in under the foreskin she used to drive his belly into spasms of delight.
Her hands were gentle on his balls as she stroked them tenderly and blew hot up and down his shaft. His lean hard legs would move slowly on each side of her head and he nibbled on her thick lovely bush.
Chewing and sucking on each other's genitals they would lie in bed for hours stroking and growing almost insane with desire.
They held each other's asses tight and kneaded the buttocks as each sucked the other deep and tender. Faster and slower they would rock making the other groan in sweet pleasure. It was so lovely Sheila felt sometimes that she would faint. Then she clawed at him and rolled on her back begging him to fuck her. At times he would tease her and she would have to climb aboard and jam his stiff cock into her own cunt.
Deep and full she could churn him around while he lay on his back smiling up at her. She loved to watch his reaction as she reached behind her ass and stroked his prick with her fingernail as it slid in and out of her. When she bent still further back she loved to watch his face.
Pulling and stroking his balls drove him wild. His face contorted with lust and he writhed under her. His whole body seemed to grow lithe and harder. The more she stroked his testicles the more he moaned until he could no longer control himself and he embraced her savage balling.
The way he rolled between her legs, slamming his hard penis up into her snatch again and again, drove her wild. He stroked harder and longer than anyone she had ever made it with.
She just kept coming when he started stroking. Letting go completely was easy for she knew that he would be going for a long time.
She didn't have to worry that her passionate twisting would make him come too soon. No matter what she did, jam her finger up his ass or suck his ear she couldn't make him come sooner that he wanted.
Even stroking his balls didn't work unless he wanted it to. Sometimes she grew a little jealous of him and tried to make him come. He was so confident and sure in his ability to control his jism that it sometimes annoyed her. But it never annoyed her too much for she reaped the benefits of it in blinding orgasms which left her limp for half an hour.
The longer she lived with him the more they balled. It got so that she couldn't get any work done at night. He would be behind her, rubbing her big tits in his hand and stroking his hard prick against her ass through her pants.
She couldn't resist him at all. Every fuck was great. It got to be almost a joke. She used to tell him that such success was boring. A little failure would be a change, she hinted.
But the humor faded when he reached down and opened her jeans. When she felt the zipper slide down and his fingers touch her belly, her mouth would pop open.
Her lips were always wet when his fingers reached them and the thing he did there made them even wetter. The way he rolled his fingers over her clitoris made her weak in the knees.
It would have been funny had she been watching herself, to see her knees buckle and her frame collapse against him. But it wasn't funny to Sheila. Her nipples were stone-hard and her labia was sopping and she would clutch him as if she were drowning. There was nothing she could do about what he did to her. Every time he came on she just fell apart.
In a few weeks she just gave up. She hardly opened a book the rest of the semester. She lost another five pounds just from balling. Instead of eating or studying they would ball. He was incredible in his control and she loved him more than anyone she had ever met.
But for all that they hardly talked at all. She knew that his parents were divorced and his father lived in California where he grew up. She knew of course he had been in the Marines but he was very vague what exactly he had done and was much more reticent to talk about it than about the time previous to that or after.
She just dropped the subject after a while. It wasn't worth messing up their lovelife. Nothing was. It was very easy living with him. He hardly talked and so asked for little.
He had a job where he earned enough to keep his apartment and buy food. He went to school, mostly acting and dance classes which were required.
It was very easy for Sheila to fall into his pattern and she did. She cut classes left and right. She smoked quiet a bit although Bob didn't do all that much grass.
She just let herself get high and appreciate the good feeling around her boyfriend and no matter how she was feeling he always made her feel better.
The fact that they didn't talk about things, past or future didn't really bother her. It was amazing how easily they got along without hassling about simple everyday things.
But that was the way it was. Everything could be ironed out with a joint and a good lay. Sometimes her vagina was almost sore from all the balling. But she hardly minded.
Her parents thought she was still living with Tammy. It had taken them three months to discover she wasn't living in the dorm. They had been furious but had withdrawn their deposit for the second semester dorm space. No sense in wasting good money.
Tammy transferred messages whenever there were any. She and her former friend hardly spoke at all. A few times she showed up at parties Bob and Sheila went to. But they avoided talking to each other.
Spring was late in that part of the country. The beginning of April was still hard into winter. No matter how much they thought about the leaves budding and the birds coming back it just never happened until May. There was no way to rush and they could only wait.
By then Sheila was doing a lot of dope. Whenever someone came over to visit Bob and brought drugs, Sheila tried them. Cocaine, LSD and speed were a steady part of her diet. Other things she leavened these with.
But, all the while she was getting more and more strung out behind all the combinations of drugs, sex kept getting better.
Her body was growing more and more beautiful. No longer was her big lovely body haunted with a hint of thickness. Her tawny smooth skin was lovely. Her large full breasts hung against her chest accented by her narrow waist. She was but it was all in lovely proportion.
Her thighs were tight and muscular. She had gotten into doing the dance and yoga exercises Bob had taught her. Every morning and evening she did the exercises and they got easier and more flowing each week.
As the drugs and boredom took larger and larger bites into her life she filled the hole up with sex, drugs and the growing awareness of her body.
It would have been lovely had she been happy. But she wasn't and the first symptom was her relation with her parents.
She was doing so poorly in her studies that her parents got two mid-semester warnings of failure. It was customary to send such to the homes of freshmen and first year transfer students.
When her parents got the notes they called Tammy right away. Unfortunately they had gotten the number from Tammy's mother and they called at one in the morning. When they demanded to talk to Sheila and Tammy told her she was out they flipped.
By the time Sheila called them back the next day, the were enraged. It was bad enough that she was failing courses. But in addition, she was out at one in the morning!
They said that she was cursed and would end up horribly. They carried on like they hadn't in years.
But Sheila didn't give a shit. All she cared about was Bob and nothing they could say would take him away from her.
"You can't tell me what to do!" she shouted over the phone. "I don't care! Do you understand?" Her father was blind with rage. He threatened to cut off all her money and she told him to go right ahead and do it.
He shouted that's just what he would do and slammed down the receiver. She was furious and glad to have them off her back.
She slammed open the door of the telephone booth and stormed out of the cafeteria.
When Bob got home he found her lying on the bed staring up at the ceiling. The room was dark and the house had a musty, dingy smell.
"What's wrong?" he said sitting at the foot of the bed and rubbing her bare feet. She bent her head up and smiled at him. Then she dropped it back down and stared at the ceiling.
"I just had a talk with my parents." she said after a long pause. "They're not going to send my any more money. Fuck them, I don't need it anyway."
The state scholarship paid for just about all her course fees and some of her books. But what she lived on she had to provide for herself.
"They've been sending me checks pretty regularly," she said. "We'll have to find a way to make some more money."
"We could do some dealing," Bob said. Sheila shook her head. The police had just busted a couple of big dealers on campus and the heat was on. It was not a good time to start dealing in drugs.
"Well then I'll get a job," she said. "I don't know what the fuck I'll do. But I can do something."
Bob slid up on the bed and kissed her on the ear. "We can make it on what I'm getting at the bookstore," he said. "Man, it's nice to have you around when I come home. If you get a job then you'll probably be out when I'm home. What a drag that'll be. No more fucking in the morning either. It'll be up and off to work."
He poked her under the ribs and tickled savagely. She jumped and pulled away from him pouting. But he put his strong arms around her and pulled her back against him.
He pressed his chest against hers and she felt the same electric tingle in her nipples as they brushed against his chest.
He traced his fingers down the voluptuous curve of her back into the valley just above her buttocks. Then up the mound of her behind he moved his palms and pulled her closer to him.
She murmured with satisfaction at the familiar good feeling through her belly and down her thighs as she pushed them against him. His body was hard and lean as it always was. She wrapped her legs around one of his and moaned with pleasure as he put his hand under her jeans and pushed into her moist valley of flesh.
His soft moving fingers were like a virtuoso's playing the harpsichord. Down around her lower register he pushed in her pants and then traced up her back until he played at her ears and made her sigh with a gentle tinkle.
Up and down her body, with a soft sighing he moved and made her completely unconscious of everything but him. Faster and slower like an off-center carnival ride he moved against her.
He ran his hand over her hips under her jeans and squeezed on the luscious curve of flesh over her hipbone. She sighed with pleasure and started unbuttoning his shirt. She nibbled at his ear and opened each one slowly and carefully until she could run her fingers from his breastbone down to his belly.
Up and down she stroked, making him moan with delight and pull open her pants. She rolled over on her back and he stripped her pants off.
Underneath she had on a pair of red panties which seemed to glow in the dim light. He watched longingly as she pulled her ruffled white blouse over her head and her breasts hung free and dark-nippled with desire.
He bent and sucked on them and she tried to wriggle out of her panties. But his knee was between her thigh and she couldn't slide them off.
She tried to push him off but he hung with his lips around her breast-top like a leech. Lapping and sucking fulsomely he cupped one tit in his hands.
She pushed harder on his belly but he pushed back harder teasing her. Pulling and kneading her tit he stroked his other hand down her belly onto her naked mons. Down into the damp crack he pushed his finger and felt her clitoris erect and hot over her slit.
Up and down, his finger a delicious rasp, he stroked until she was moaning with pleasure. Each stroke seemed to make her go wilder than the last.
Caught with her panties half off and him poised over her she twisted and strained against his finger and his mouth.
Twisting faster and harder she started groaning in the throes of an orgasm. Her whole body ached and he made her shiver.
It was always the same when he got his mouth and hands on her. like the inevitable falling of a stone from a high tower, her passion always came tumbling out.
For the first instant when he touched her she always hung like a stone, motionless and unsure whether this time she would really fall. Then slowly, but gaining velocity with exponential quickness she would plummet until she was screaming earthward lost and tumbling with pleasure.
"Please," she begged and pushed her panties hard against his knee. Without smiling, he slid aside and let her pull them off. Then he stood and pulled his own pants and shirt off. He kicked his boots off and stood naked before her.
She reached down and fondled his hard cock in her fingers. Rippling them up and down the underside of his prick she made small sounds in the back of her throat.
As she did, she was licking inside his ear and he began to feel it, too. Moving together like a coupling, they fit perfectly and smooth. In and out their bodies made lovely design and patterns on each other.
Stroking as if soothing a bird he made her quiver. Her belly moved up and down as he poked smooth and wet into her vagina and felt the puffy walls.
She rolled around on his finger as he explored the upper surface of her cunt. Running the tip of his fingers on the expanding cavern he felt her grow hollower.
Her body moved against his arm as he massaged her lovely genitals. Faster and harder he pushed into her and then pulled out to press her clit.
She exploded into a writhing twisting orgasm as he crushed her love front and bit her breast. Cupping it in his fingers and pushing into the soft honeycomb and she cried out sharply.
He sank his arms around her waist and pulled her tight against his prick. She humped savagely around against it and wet both their crotches with her juice.
He played in her ass crack like a dolphin. Dipping and diving he loved to feel the elastic tight flesh pull against his hand as he stroked and massaged.
In and out of her valley he rubbed, making her grow more and more lost with the feeling. He rimmed the tip of his finger around her ass-hole and found the puckered office a little hot cherry.
. Each time he touched her there she shivered all over and rubbed her ass back against him. He nibbled her on the neck and rolled her over away from him on the wide bed until his chest was pressed against her back.
She rubbed her delicious ass against his box and when she felt her crack against his cock she moaned with lust. Taking his penis in her hand she rubbed the tip of it all up and down her crack, smearing her love cream in the valley.
Then humping her ass up to make a better target she pushed the tip of the turgid penis against her ass-hole and made him push.
She groaned as the hard cock pushed at her cherry-like hole. He pushed as the tight skin caught painfully against his engine. But he slid his hand around her hips and stroked her clit until she could feel no pain.
As if he were rolling a cigarette in his fingers, he made her middle quiver with his opposing fingers. Pumping with a craving which she tried not at all to control she ground her ass against his prick.
Tight and hot her lubricated hole pressed against his cock. The tearing was hard and unmoving and he could feel her strain. Grinding harder and harder his hands crushed her tits and belly.
Harder and harder he pushed until he felt a hot wet sliding on his cock and her ass-hole gave. Deep up into her rear hole he pushed, the tip of his dick nestling at the puffy interior membranes.
She moaned as he sawed into her and felt his hot rod like a poker up her rear. Faster and harder she twisted her hips around and he bit into the soft pad of flesh between her neck and shoulder.
Her back was writhing liquidly against his chest and he loved the feeling. She could hear him sighing and murmuring in joy. His mouth near her ear, he nibbled and chewed in there soothing her like a brook.
In and out she sawed his cock in her hole. Harder and deeper she plunged him as he pulled her clit until it seemed to pound in his fingers.
Then she exploded in an abandoned, savage twisting, coming on his cock and stirring his coals until he flamed red and raw up into her ass-hole.
Shouting hoarsely and sawing into her, Bob came creamy jets of come into her clutching ass-hole. She moved her ass in hot circles on his spearing penis and ground out a delighted dance as his fingers made her belly explode with a blasting orgasm.
Faster and harder he stroked until her hole was on fire and her middle felt as if she were being sawed apart. Shooting white and sweet up into her, he ground his pleasure out until they both lay pressed sweaty and spent together.
He nibbled and licked tenderly on her ear and made small noises. Sweet and soft at her earlobe she chewed until he was hard again inside her and she was sighing with delight.
He pulled his cock out of her ass-hole and rolled her over so they were side by side again. Lifting one of her legs up in the air he slid into her and nestled his hard penis up into her.
She liked fucking him face to face like that. like two worms writhing against one another they were free to hug and kiss one another without restriction.
Her hands couldn't keep still on him. She cherished his hips and felt the hard bony projection as they pressed in the ample padding on her hips.
Spearing his prick again and again into her soft honey-wet marsh he bleated, his words catching in his throat. His belly tensed as he bucked his hips up against her parted thighs and pushed his prick to the very back of her pussy.
In and out they sawed together until she was coming and he was clutching at her come-wet ass, lost and frenzied. Screaming and tearing over the lubricated sweet slopes, he felt his hot gism a long way down in his guts boiling.
Faster and harder he rammed his cock into her and she spread her leg over the top of his hip and pressed against him.
She moaned for him to hurry. But he was lost and rubbing his whole body against her, his fingers moving unconscious of anything but the deep thread of joy spinning in his gut.
Grunting and sucking her neck he came in a long blinding spurt followed by a second and a third. Over and over he jammed his cock shooting into her wet hole and she came.
Screaming for more with each stroke she felt the growing burning in her belly coalesce into tingling joyful waves of pleasure. Over and over she spread her cunt to him and pressed herself open on his spreading member. Harder and harder she pulled at him until the waves exploded through her middle and she went absolutely insane with passion.
Grinding and clawing at him she felt his shooting gism spurting in her as if from a long way off. Over and over she pumped him inside digging bloody scratches over his back in her frenzy.
Spent, they both lay for long, slow minutes, dripping come and spit, lying with a humming in their bodies. After a while Bob got up and washed himself. The scratches burned in the shower and he winced as he washed them with the soap.
But he smiled when Sheila got in the stream behind him and gently touched them with her fingertips. Carefully she washed him, taking care to wash his cock and balls. Soaping his tangle of pubic hair, she knelt and washed his whole crotch carefully as he stood under the hot water, lost in relaxation.
Then they shifted places and he knelt at her wet tangle and washed her. Her love lips, still swollen with the balling, he washed carefully with his fingers. She murmured with pleasure as he soaped her crotch and belly, spreading the foam up to her breasts playfully.
Then they rinsed and dried each other carefully, his scratches still hurting but his body tingling with a wonderful glow which made everything fine.
That was how the days and nights went. It took Sheila another two weeks before the found a job. In that time they spent almost every bit of her free time in bed together.
She went to almost no classes and did absolutely no studying. It got so that she was in a constant state of excitement. All he had to do was come up behind her in the kitchen, bite her neck and she was ready to go.
But their money was running low and she had promised to get herself a job. She wasn't really looking very hard when she happened into a greasy spoon around the corner from Bob's apartment.
There was a sign over the counter that they needed a waitress and so she applied. Ten minutes later she was behind the counter.
At first she liked the job. It started in the late afternoon and went until the place closed at eleven o'clock. The pay was terrible but if she smiled and hustled, she made decent tips. A lot of the students came in from the university and she could talk with them if it wasn't too busy.
Most of the time though she had to keep an eye on everything and had not much time to talk. Her feet got real sore and after about a week she wished she had never seen a cup of coffee or a soda fountain stool.
But it turned out they needed the money more than they had thought. There was a drug scare on and the price of grass had gone sky high. It was unthinkable that they do without grass so a large amount of money went to copping some grass.
Pretty soon they got to depend on her money, even her tip money and she had to keep working. For a little while she dug that.
But after three weeks and the spring coming full force, she hated being cooped up in there. As the evenings got longer she longed to be outside playing frisbee on the mall or singing.
It was those things she missed all of a sudden. Living with Bob the way she did and not going to classes she was just as cut off as she had been before she had transferred to the university. Only this time she had a man to come home too.
Day after day she saw the students come into the place and sit and rap. After a half an hour or so they would pay the check, leave their tip and split. She longed to go with them but she had to stay behind the counter.
For a while it was cool coming home late and making it with Bob. He was always ready to ball no matter what the hour. For a while it was okay.
But pretty soon the strain began to tell on her. She found herself getting more and more tired. Even with the lovely lovemaking, it was hard for her to get to sleep. She found herself still awake many mornings never having gone to sleep.
It got harder and harder to make it to her job which didn't start until four in the afternoon. A couple of times she was late and had to beg the manager not to fire her. It felt so weird begging him not to let her go when that was what she longed for so ardently.
Then almost before she knew what was happening she began to lose interest in making it with Bob. No longer was she ready to make it at the first caress. He had to work at getting her excited and sometimes it didn't work.
He didn't say anything about it, he just worked harder. He was so good that most times she finally got into it and almost always got off.
But she wished he would ask her what the matter was instead of going on so cock-sure that he could solve it with his loving.
Pretty soon he was smoking even more than usual and doing a lot of downers, too. When she came home he would be already passed out and so the issue of why he didn't turn her on never came up.
That went on as the term passed into the second half. It got worse every day. Without balling they had very little else to do together.
His long hard body didn't excite her any more. She looked at it coldly as if he were a cadaver on a slab. Asleep she felt nothing for him.
Then one night in May she had too much. It was such a beautiful night that there was no one in the coffee shop. They were all outside and Sheila couldn't stand to be cooped up with the grease.
She begged off staying to eleven o'clock by saying she was having her period. The manager let her go and she walked slowly through the spring night listening to the rustling of the breeze in the leaves and wondering how in hell she got herself such a terrible job.
It was only eight o'clock when she got back to Bob's. Wearily she climbed the stairs and was about to put her hand on the latch when she heard a woman's voice inside.
She was moaning and gasping and for a moment it sounded as if she were being beaten. Then Sheila realized she was making it with someone.
Slowly she pushed the door open and the voice became clearer and louder. Then she heard Bob. He was moaning and she could hear the sheets on the bed rustling as they slid back and forth.
She could almost feel his knees sliding between her legs as the woman whinnied like a mare. Her voice went up two octaves and she bleated lost in desire.
"Please, Bob!" she whimpered. "Please! Don't wait." She knew the sweet, hard thrusts that Bob gave and she knew why the woman was moaning and crying.
Her own belly felt hollow and she held herself against the door to keep from falling. Faster and faster the woman shrieked until her voice was one long wavering moan of joy and lust.
The two screamed together and Sheila felt her head spin. It had been a month since she had gotten it on like that with bob. She wished it was her in bed with him and tears came to her eyes. She leaned her head against the edge of the door.
Rolling her forehead back and forth on the edge of the door, the tears came rolling down. Her chest was heaving as they came together in the next room.
She fell back from the door and shut it silently. Her head was spinning all the way down the stairs and the night was streaky through her tears.