Chapter 14
Maggie felt uncomfortable at breakfast. Pat had gone into town early, and she felt all alone, without a friend in the world. like a stranger in a strange place.
The mood in the house hadn't been that great before Duncan's untimely demise. Now the air felt positively oppressive. Tyson complained of a severe headache and insisted on turning off the lights, making the room seem gloomier than ever.
Only Emma seemed chipper. She wore a bright red silk suit and chatted gaily, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
The aggravating ghost of a memory drifted through Maggie's mind and away before she could grasp it. She ate quickly and went for a long walk in the woods. She needed the solitude, without fear of interruption, to do some serious thinking.
She returned to the house shortly before noon, no closer to an answer than she had been earlier.
Tyson Smithfield met her on the terrace and asked, "Have you seen Andrea this morning?"
Maggie shook her head. "No. I went for a walk right after breakfast, and I'm just getting back."
"I wish I could make it easier for her," he said. "But, I'm caught too. There's nothing I can do, really. I mean about the house, of course. Did she tell you?"
"Tell me what? I haven't talked to her since before Duncan was shot."
He thought for a moment, then said, "She wouldn't mind you knowing, I'm sure. It's tragically simple, really, but I can't do anything about it. Bradford borrowed money from me. Lots of money, and spent it like water. Without Andrea's knowledge, he put up the house and grounds as collateral. She knows now, of course. I told her last night. Now, I'm in a pinch in business and have got to foreclose and borrow on it myself. I also loaned Duncan money, and now I have got to raise capital to keep my business going. Do you see?"
Maggie nodded. Two more pieces of the puzzle fell into place.
"I hate it," Tyson said. "But what can I do? And now Duncan's death.. . . " He paused and reached absently for his cigarette case. He extracted a cigarette and the small flame from his lighter suddenly flared clear and bright. He inhaled a mouthful of smoke and said, "It's hell for Andrea, but what can I do? I've got to save my own business."
"I see," Maggie said slowly, staring at his right hand. And, quite suddenly, she did see. As he said, it was quite simple. She kept her voice level and steady as she said, "May I have a cigarette?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, embarrassed by his poor manners. He fumbled for his cigarette case and held the flame of his lighter for her.
Maggie put her hand on his and stared at his right hand again. "Thank you," she said. "I think I'll go up and see Andrea, take her a lunch tray. Maybe I can cheer her up a little."
Andrea felt restless. She hated to stay cooped up in her room, and she wasn't ready yet to face the others.
She thought about sending word to Tyson, asking him to come see her. She rejected the idea after further consideration. For some reason, she no longer trusted him. She couldn't put her finger on the reason, but he seemed different now.
She cursed under her breath. If she couldn't ask a man to soothe her jittery nerves, she would just have to do the job herself. She shed her clothes and got her vibrator. She lay down on the bed and spread her legs wide.
Her pussy was already as hot as a potter's kiln. She teased only a few seconds before driving the vibrator into her yawning cunt. Holding it deep inside her, she started twisting it feverishly. She moaned like a bitch in heat as the curved vibrator rubbed her juicy cunt walls thrillingly.
"Aaahhh, fuck," she whined. "Ooohhh, I'm going to cum already."
With her free hand, she began to squeeze her tit. Her pretty bare frame writhed with wanton surrender, yielding easily to her lascivious thirst.
Maggie knocked lightly on Andrea's door. She waited a couple of moments, then opened the door and walked into the room. Just as Andrea soared to the heights of her orgasm.
She saw Andrea spread-eagle on the bed, fucking herself furiously with the vibrator. She took two more steps before the salacious scene registered. She nearly dropped the tray. Her feet felt rooted to the floor. She stared with her mouth agape.
Andrea dimly wondered if she could withdraw the vibrator and prolong her orgasm. She wanted to let her pleasure build to an even higher peak. But it was too late for that.
Lust and craving held the hedonistic redhead in a powerful grip. She was already cumming, for better or for worse. Not even an earthquake could make her stop twisting the vibrator in her burning, squishy cunt. She couldn't stop the lusty moans that poured from her open mouth. She couldn't stop writhing around on the bed and squeezing her tits as her pleasure grew swiftly.
Maggie set the tray down and brushed her hand across her eyes as though to clear her vision.
Andrea came fiercely, nearly went berserk. Glorious contractions thundered through her heaving body. Her ass bounced up and down on the bed. She pumped and twisted the plastic tool in and out of her erupting cunt.
"Aaahhh, yessssss!" she wailed.
Maggie stared in disbelief at the incredible lewdness of her naked friend fucking herself furiously with the vibrator. She gasped out loud just as Andrea's orgasm abated and she regained some measure of control over her frazzled faculties.
Andrea heard the sound and pushed herself onto her elbows, leaving the vibrator stuck up her gaping, abused cunt.
"Andrea!" Maggie gasped.
"Maggie!" Andrea wheezed.
Andrea smiled, a flirtatious sparkle in her eyes. Maggie gawked at her girlfriend. Andrea's thighs gapped wide open. Juice oozed out of her cunt around the vibrator. She made no effort to cover herself or remove the tool.
"Oooooo, nothing like a good climax to relieve the tension," Andrea purred. Her hips squirmed, just once, with obscene satisfaction.
"Andrea!" Maggie rasped.
"What's the matter, darling?" Andrea asked. "Didn't you know that I like to get off? I'm really a normal woman, you know, in spite of what you think. When I get horny and a hard cock isn't available, I have to take things into my own hands. Don't you ever get yourself off?"
"Andrea!" Maggie gasped again.
"Why are you so shocked, darling? That I was audacious enough to leave my door unlocked while I fucked myself with a vibrator? Or that I have the chutzpah to act so shameless after I did it?"
Andrea didn't know why she acted so brazen. Every woman she knew would grab something to cover themselves and hastily apologize. Or at least try to offer some lame explanation for their lewd actions. She had no intention of doing anything of the sort. Behaving so scandalously, so whorish in front of Maggie thrilled her. A lecherous idea began to form in her mind.
"Andrea! I've never heard you talk that way!" Maggie whispered, wide-eyed. "And I never dreamed that you would.. .that you would do what I just saw you doing!"
"Why not, darling?" Andrea asked with artificial sweetness. "I have a pussy. I get horny. I jack off. What's so odd about that?"
Andrea pulled the vibrator out of her dripping pussy and hopped off the bed. In three strides, she stood beside Maggie. She put an arm around her girlfriend and held the juice-covered vibrator up.
"Do you mean that you find it strange that I would fuck myself after the tragedy of Duncan's death? I didn't kill him, you know. Nervous tension had me about ready to climb the walls. I had to do something."
"I understand," Maggie said quietly. "I guess I just didn't expect you to.. . I don't know what I expected."
"Tyson fucked me the night before that horrible mess with Duncan. I thought about asking him to fuck me again now, but, suddenly, I don't trust him. Enough talk about such unpleasant business for a while." She waggled the vibrator right under Maggie's nose. "Here, darling, why don't you try it? Let me watch you fuck yourself."