Chapter 3
Andy quickly dismissed any erotic thoughts. Just because the Blair women had happened to touch him didn't mean a thing. After all, they weren't truck-stop waitresses. They were class females, one the wife of a successful law firm owner, the other their finishing-school daughter. They were in town to relax, see the sights, rest in the sun. That did not include feeling-up virtual strangers.
Inside Andy found Cabana 3-A to be a delightful place. While the women disappeared briefly into a dressing room-bath and closed the door behind them, Blair took Andy on a brief tour. Inside the front door was a sort of sitting room, furnished like a parlor with overstuffed chairs and a couch that probably made into a bed. Beyond another door was a regular bedroom with a king-sized bed, dressing table and the like. Aside from the dressing room-bath, there was also a tiny kitchen complete with stove and small refrigerator and sink. There were a few dishes and cooking things provided.
"Very nice, Mr. Blair," Andy said as they returned to the front room. "A real home away from home."
"We like to think of it that way." He made a face. "At these prices, it's really a palace away from home, or should be. By the way." He cocked an eye toward Andy as he carried a small case with him from the bedroom. "So long as you're a guest in my home you call me Bill, all right? And my wife is Nancy. After all, she's hardly old enough to be your mother at thirty-seven. And I'll kill you if you tell her I told you her age. And Gina is Gina, of course. At sixteen she's not young enough to be your daughter. What is there, a ten-year span?"
Andy grinned as he settled down on the couch. "Something like that, but I'll kill you if you tell Nancy I told you my age."
Both men were laughing as the women returned to the room. Nancy came in first. She'd removed the jacket to her wool suit so that she wore only a sldrt and blouse. There was no need for a jacket because it was warm enough, both inside the cabana and outside.
Andy blinked at her. At thirty-seven she might have been twenty-seven. She was a statuesque beauty with her soft brown hair, that regal and placid face, a face that was also intelligent about the eyes and mouth. Nancy seemed to see a great deal and Andy felt she was the force that moved the Blair family.
Without her jacket he could see more of her figure. The deep breasts, the thin waist, the mature hips, the long legs that were straight and not heavy. Her skirt came to her knees so he couldn't be sure about the rest of her, but she would be good. He was sure of that.
He shook his head. Why was he thinking sex all evening? He was here as a casual guest among nice and elegant people. He'd enjoy a brief pleasant interlude, go to his room, call Gloria and then hit the sack. In the morning he'd fly home to Phoenix and the plaudits of the office.
"Well, you two seem to be bitting it off," Nancy said as she came in smiling. "Come on, William, we need brandy. We've got to warm up Andrew so he can call his beautiful fiancee. Yes, you're going to call from here, with our dime. We feel we have a stake in you now, don't we, William?"
"Yes, dear " Bill replied.
The host carried the case to a small table against the wall and snapped it open. It contained two bottles and a number of small glasses. He took out a bottle of brandy and three glasses, beginning to pour.
Then Gina came in. Again Andy was hit by her beauty like a fist knocking the wind out of him. She still wore the simple mini, but it could not have been an inexpensive thing. It fit her beautifully, cut to every plane and curve of "her body, and the material, though lightweight looked elegant It might have been raw silk.
She moved into the room, a half smile on her lips, her hands clasped before her. She seemed more mature away from the public restaurant. Perhaps she was more sure of herself here. At any rate, she moved like a dream, as did her mother. Her hips rolled slightly as she walked, her almost perfect legs exposed halfway up her thighs.
Her breasts were smaller than her mother's, but higher and probably more firm, if such a thing were possible-because Andy could find no way to fault Nancy's breasts. Her waist was smaller than her mother's and her hips not so wide. Also her legs were slightly thinner. She was still filling out that magnificent body.
She held her chin high so that Andy saw a lot of throat and neck above the square-cut bodice. It was a long and thin neck, a regal neck, the neck of a queen-a very young queen. Her face was flawless. The firm chin, the full and sensitive lips, the short straight nose, those ice blue eyes and the intelligent forehead-all framed by the brown hair streaked with bands of blonde. She walked erect, as they had doubtless taught her at school.
The women waited while Bill finished with the glasses and brought them on a small tray. Then Nancy sat down and waved Andy to the couch opposite a small coffee table, facing Nancy. Again the mother gestured and Gina sat at Andy's side, well away from him, her elbow on the arm of the couch. Bill placed glasses before the three adults and then looked at his daughter.
"Gina?"
She shook her head. I'm not thirsty."
"I think there's more Coke in the refrigerator, but it's just as well. I've already spent a fortune on your teeth."
"Daddy!" the girl chided, flushing as she cast a sidelong glance at Andy.
"Honesdy," Nancy said as she lifted her glass, "I hope you're, right when you say the school crowd is still wearing minis. They're positively sinful."
Bill was lifting his glass in a toast "To our guest Let's hope we've found a new friend of the Blair family."
Andy nodded in tribute. "Let's hope so. I certainly would like to think so."
They sipped together. It was very old and very good brandy.
"What do you think, Andrew?" Nancy asked him.
"Delicious. Must be twenty years old."
She laughed quietly. "No, not the brandy, silly. I mean Gina's mini. I'm afraid it's awfully short, but she insists that's the length they're wearing."
Andy looked down at the long legs by his side. God, but it would be a sin to cover them But he had to be careful of what he said. "Gina has ... um, attractive legs. So a mini suits her fine. Now if she were fat and ugly...."
They all laughed and Andy glanced once at Nancy's legs. More of them showed now that she was seated. Lots of smooth thigh there, too. No fat no overweight Like mother like daughter.
Bill asked him about his work, about the sales effort that had been such a success, about living in Phoenix. Nancy also asked questions about his apartment at home, about his car, his background. Andy found himself telling them about the Midwest, his birthplace, his parents, his schooling, his adult life and, of course, his plans for marriage. It seemed he was doing all the talking, but the Blairs were hanging on every word-almost as though Andy were being interviewed for a very important job.
Through it all Gina did not speak, although she seemed to be interested and she often turned her head to look at Andy. He felt her eyes drift down his body from time to time and he hoped that the bulge in his crotch did not show. He cursed his semi-hard cock, but the thing would not go down. He couldn't be in such close proximity to two such gorgeous females and not be aroused. God, he was ashamed of himself for what he was thinking.
If either woman noticed his discomfort-either mentally or physically-she gave no sign.
At last Andy said, "But I'm rambling. Tell me about yourselves. Life in San Francisco. The law firm. Your home." He smiled down at Gina. "And your school. Palo Alto, wasn't it?"
The girl nodded and said only, "Yes, Palo Alto. But ifs a bore, really. You wouldn't be interested."
"Yes, I really...."
"We don't talk about ourselves too much any more," Nancy interrupted. "We live such dull lives. That's why we jetted down here for some fun. Just a lawyer, his wife and his daughter. Nothing interesting there."
"Dull? In San Francisco?" Andy asked with a grin. "I thought that town was filled with action."
Husband and wife shrugged vaguely. "Well we keep pretty busy. William with his work. I have a large house to run. No," she smiled engagingly at Andy, "we're here to chat about you. We're the hosts; you're the guest, remember?"
Andy wasn't satisfied. They'd learned a great deal about him, but they were still vague. He only knew what he saw-which he liked-but the rest was fuzzy, almost deliberately so. Had the three stolen a moment in the bedroom to set their signals? Well, what the hell, so they wanted privacy. At least the company was beautiful and the brandy excellent He settled back, more conscious than ever of Gina at his side. Although the girl had not moved.
"Oh, I think ifs time," Nancy exclaimed, putting her glass down and glancing at the tiny watch on her wrist "If s an hour later in Arizona, isn't it?"
"By golly, that's right" Bill agreed. "After nine o'clock back there."
Even Gina was nodding and she looked at Andy expectantly. "Your fiancee."
"What?"
"You were going to call her," Nancy said. She pointed to the phone on the coffee table. "Here, use ours. And it'll go on our bill. Correct darling?"
Bill nodded. "That's right mother. Glad for the chance to play Cupid."
Andy was shaking his head. "No, I couldn't."
"Well leave the room, if you like," Gina said, looking severely at her enthusiastic parents. "My mother and father forget that some people have secrets."
Andy shrugged. "It isn't that...."
"Then ifs settled," Nancy insisted. "Go ahead." She giggled. I'm sure you know the number."
It struck Andy as strange. First, why were they so excited about him calling Gloria? Unless they were honestly so worked up about his success and they wanted to share it. But it didn't figure that they would sit around and listen in, even if he claimed he didn't mind. People like the Blairs would be certain to guard his privacy, even from themselves.
Well what the hell. They were good people. He was enjoying them. Perhaps he had become part of their family. Christ, he was lucky there. Why had the Blairs-including the two beauties-decided to adopt him? He wanted to pinch himself, but he didn't
"Okay," he said, throwing up his hands. "But if it gets too mushy, wiggle your fingers" He grinned at Gina. "Deal?"
"Deal," the girl replied and he heard her laugh for the first time. It was a good laugh, quite mature, deep in her throat He wanted her, but he cut off that thought before it had a chance to send another message to his crotch.
He picked up the phone, got an outside line and then dialed Gloria's apartment in Phoenix. The phone rang several times and he was afraid she was out But finally there was a click.
"Hello?"
"Gloria. It's me."
Her voice went low at once, as it always did when she talked to him at night on the phone. "Hi. I've been missing you like crazy."
He half smiled at the Blairs, who were actually leaning forward, enjoyment evident on their faces. "Me, too. I was afraid you were out."
"No, darling. In the shower. Guess what I'm wearing right this second."
He flushed and Bill glanced at his wife. "You tell me."
"Not a stitch. I'm naked and I wish you were here, you beast. I know that's unfair, darling, but I'll want to talk to you about that when you come home. When are you coming home, by the way?"
"Tomorrow morning, probably."
"Goody. Instant success or failure?" She had turned serious.
"Success. I sold it all and old Sam Boswell went for it. All seven figures. I thought I'd let you call Pratt and break the good news. Then hell know how important you are...." He half shrugged at the Blairs in apology ... "To me."
He heard Gloria's sigh and his crotch went rigid. God, but he could picture every bump and hollow of her long body. And she was bare-assed. His prick was suddenly straining against his pants and he saw the Blair eyes flick down to that spot. He crossed his legs at once but he saw Nancy exchange glances with Gina. Christ, why had he agreed to make the call here?
"Oh, that's wonderful, darling. I'll wait three hours and get him out of the pad. And please hurry home. I miss you and I have a special surprise waiting. Now catch the dawn flight, you beast. Why didn't you come home tonight?"
He smiled. "Because I met some people. You'd love them, Glor. We met at dinner and I'm with them now having a brandy. I think they've adopted me, at least for the evening."
Nancy was nodded at Andy, looking like an approving mother.
"Honey?"
"Yes?"
She sighed. "I miss you. All of you. Do you know what I mean? All of you."
His prick wanted to split open his zipper and he sighed as the flush rose again from his collar. "I understand, kiddo. Look, I'll see you tomorrow. Probably the noon flight"
"I'll be at Sky Harbor. Miss that plane and you're a dead man, ace."
He hung up quickly and blew out his cheeks. All three Blairs laughed and Bill said, "Looks like she's got your number, boy. You turned from a toad to a handsome prince in less than three minutes."
'I'm sorry," Andy blurted, looking into each woman's face. "It must have been a bore."
"Golly, it sounded romantic to me," Gina murmured, her eyes lowered.
"I love to hear lovebirds," Nancy added. "It sounds as though you two understand each other very well."
"Sure, I wouldn't consider marrying her otherwise."
The Blairs nodded wisely and Andy felt there was a great deal more on their minds. They seemed lost in thought for several seconds and then mother and father stared at each other. They were communicating, but Andy couldn't read it. They then looked at their daughter and her eyes answered.
A decision had been made.
Nancy licked her lips and tugged at her skirt. She seemed uncomfortable but she gradually regained her composure before she spoke. She looked straight into Andy's face.
Tell me, Andrew, have you ever ... made love ... to Gloria? Did she enjoy it? Did you enjoy it?"