Chapter 5
They smiled back at him and again Andy wanted to pinch himself. Why me? Why did they choose me for this strange night? Strange? Because these good people were naive, friendly and open with a virtual stranger did that make them strange? He thought not. It was too bad everybody in the world couldn't be like them.
He sighed as he smiled back, still feeling the soft pressure from Gina on his shoulder. Oh, that wonderful breast. He yearned to turn his head and drag his head through its fullness. He yearned to open his mouth and swallow it, to take it between his lips and nurse like a baby.
He shook his head. Such fantasy!
"What is it, Andy?" Nancy wanted to know.
"Nothing. Just dreaming. Yes, these are beautiful pictures."
He turned another page and there was Gina, topless. The picture had been taken earlier than the others, probably when Gina had been eleven or twelve, and she wore only shorts and, as she squinted into the sun, her hands were clasped behind her. Andy didn't know whether it was a dirty picture or not. True, she'd only been a child but already she'd been developing. She had small breasts and every line, the nipples, their growing weight, was clearly visible.
Bill laughed shortly as he leaned back in his big chair. "As you can see, the Blairs are nature lovers. We had trouble keeping Gina in clothes until she was twelve or so. Even now she likes to dress like a boy, don't you honey?"
He grinned at his daughter and Andy turned his head up toward hers to see her flush. She was very close, but she didn't Jerk out of the way as their noses almost touched. "Oh, daddy," she blurted. "I haven't done that in years. Except at school, where everybody wears jeans anyhow. You know all that."
"Sure, sweetheart," he replied easily.
Gina leaned over Andy's shoulder again, closer this time so that her breast pushed more firmly into his shoulder. When he again lifted his shoulder slightly she didn't pull out of the way. B: anything, her weight kept leaning into him more and more heavily. He could feel her heat and he wondered if he only imagined that it was going up in temperature.
"This is us at the lake," she murmured, her lips close to his ear and as she leaned forward to point into the book a strand of hair fell across his face. The scent of the girl! She smelled as beautiful as she looked, and as desirable. She was a child-goddess, a woman to be cherished as much for her classic beauty as for the obvious desirability of her body.
He gulped as he looked at all three of the Blairs on the beach. More revealing bathing suits and Gina pointed out herself. This is me."
"I know." She was wearing a bikini with her breasts close to spilling out the top and the bottom was pressed tightly into her crotch so that Andy was certain he could see the crack of her vagina. The material actually seemed to be stuffed into the fissure. Next to that picture was another, rear view, of Gina in the same suit The bottom was certainly pushed into the crack of her buttocks. Nothing was left to the imagination.
Andy glanced at Nancy, seeing her eyes dancing between him and her daughter, back and forth, as though linking them by the sheer force of her will, like a hotline.
He sighed as he leaned back and felt his weight lift Gina's right breast. He glanced toward her and then down. It was right under his nose and half out of its shell, which was the square-topped bodice of the bikini. He could see into the gaping bodice and down into the crack between her generous breasts. Yes, they were generous now, seemingly larger. He wondered if it had something to do with her body heat Was she expanding as she grew warmer? Was she really growing warmer?
No. Why the hell should she be? Unless it was because her body was close to his. But surely there would be nothing more. But now she moved as he turned another page and she began to describe another picture. She straightened and then she was directly behind him, her chin just above the top of his head as she leaned forward to point out features of the picture.
He didn't hear what Gina was saying. Andy could only feel the twin pressure of her breasts as they bored into his back. He could feel them between his shoulders, pressing, stiff, and he could have sworn he could feel the nipples-but that was impossible-right through his jacket and all.
He blew out his cheeks and Nancy spoke. "Ifs getting warm in here. Andrew, why don't you get yourself out of your jacket? You, too, William. This isn't San Francisco."
"Good idea," Bill boomed and he at once removed his coat and placed it over the back of his chair.
Andy started to move and Gina straightened, helping him remove his arms and then she was lifting the jacket from his back and disposing of it. She was right back over him, breasts boring again, fingers pointing, chattering almost like a child. Certainly she was oblivious to what she was doing to him and he was careful to remember this. All of the suggestive thoughts were inside his own head, nobody else's.
As he continued to turn pages Gina's pressure went up. She was pressing her breasts into his back until he was sure he could feel her nipples. They were like bullets boring into his shirt Yes, she was expanded and distended. No wonder her mother had complained against the heat.
From time to time the girl swung her body back and forth, pointing around Andy's head toward the book with one hand and then the other. Each time she did so her breasts dragged against him and Andy could feel a darkness behind his eyes, as though he were going to pass out God, those knockers! Digging into him!
He felt the breasts going back and forth, leaving two hot trails which blended together in the middle of his back. Occasionally he looked over his shoulder at something she'd said and he could see that her breasts were lifted sharply inside their cups, both of them, so that she was almost coming out of her bodice. He could see deeply into her dress, almost down to her nipples. Briefly, he thought of the dining room waitress with the gaping Polynesian outfit. Then he forgot her fast. He had all he needed right here.
Andy was enough of a realist to know that this could not last. Eventually Nancy would realize that her daughter was forgetting herself and the game would be over. At that time Andy would excuse himself and find that maitre d' in a hurry, the tall blonde with the blue eyes who'd been at the dining-room door. By Christ, he'd need servicing in a hurry when Gina was pulled away from him.
It seemed that Nancy noticed what was going on at the same instant Andy was thinking his thoughts. She spoke up quite sharply. "Gina!"
She froze at the sound of the voice. "Yes, mother?"
"Come with me into the bedroom. I think there ... yes, there might be more photographs there."
Andy wondered if he heard a sigh as the girl straightened and all contact was broken. He smiled at all three Blairs. "I think I really ought to be going. It's getting ... "
"Nonsense, lad," Bill snapped, waving him back into the depths of the couch. "The night's early and you've something to celebrate."
"Huh?"
"Your million-dollar sale, man."
"Oh." Christ, in his heat he'd forgotten it. "Sure, that's right"
Gina moved away from the couch as Nancy got up. She looked very good. About five eight stately, slim, almost a match for her daughter's youthful looks and she had even more of a body to her. Perhaps if Gina was too young ... No. What was he thinking of. He wasn't going to start raping older women, the mothers of pretty young girls.
Gina followed her mother toward the bedroom and even before they were out of sight Nancy was whispering desperately into her daughter's ear, gesturing toward Andy as they went out of the room. Andy was too busy watching those beautiful twin asses to catch much of the gesturing.
Then Bill was speaking casually about their beach house at Tahoe and that Andy would need to promise to come up some time when he was in the northern end of the state. That sounded good to Andy. Perhaps-just perhaps-he and Gloria would be nearby during their honeymoon. They chatted on and Andy knew that Bill was having some difficulty making conversation, which seemed unusual for a lawyer.
Then the women returned, Nancy in the lead and half looking back over her shoulder at Gina. They both looked as though they had had a heavy conversation and there were no additional photographs in their hands.
Even though they were serious, they looked as inviting as ever to Andy and, as he stood, he could feel his hard on shift at his crotch. Christ, be careful man! Don't set the thing off. God, if only Gloria had tapped his sperm supply before he had left home he wouldn't be in such bad shape.
Then the women brightened, Nancy smiling as she shrugged. He watched the sudden rise and fall of her breasts. "Sorry, no more pictures. You're probably thankful, anyway."
"Not at all," Andy said gallantly as he watched Gina come to him at the couch. This time she again sat at his side, closer than before, so that their knees and thighs were scarcely an inch apart.
He could feel her nearness. He could smell her. She was like scented lemon now. He turned to smile at her and some of her sinning brown hair brushed his face. Remarkable. He gulped and knotted his hands as he smiled at her parents.
As they made small talk Gina reached for the photo album and opened it on their laps, one cover on his and the other on hers, so that their laps were largely hidden from view. Then they began to look at more pictures, many disturbingly revealing. The Blairs had to be a naive family. That was why they hadn't minded asking him so many embarrassing questions.
He sat back and held his side of the album as the pages were turned. Soon he felt something funny. Her knee was touching his. It was an unconscious touching, of course, but that wonderful knee was brushing against his. Then it was rubbing as Gina's pressure increased.
He sighed with excitement, blowing out his cheeks. The knee was moving slowly up and down, rubbing against the side of his knee, making a small warm spot which began to heat up still more and spread. He pretended to be looking at the pictures, but it was no good. He couldn't see a thing.
Nancy was chattering on like the proud mother she was, but Andy had difficulty hearing. He couldn't make out her exact words but he tried to smile and nod at the right times. It was Gina who was distracting him. There was nobody in the world except the sixteen-year-old princess.
Bill seemed to be smiling and nodding through it all not saying much, but obviously enjoying himself. Once Andy looked down and he could have swom that the pouch between his host's legs was larger than ever. The bastard was getting it up about something. Christ, with a wife like Nancy, who wouldn't?
Gina kept showing him pictures and she was speaking more now, her words tumbling out as her excitement over the photographs mounted. "See? That's us at Tahoe. Groovy, right?"
Andy could only nod as the woman-child chattered on. Her knee worked on and then, when she shifted her weight to show him something closely, their thighs were mated. They were together all the way up to the hip, from knee to hip, as one ... heating up. At last, Andy realized he was going to go off. It might not be right away, but he was going to go off before this night was over. It might be with that broad from the restaurant, but somebody was going to get him off. He couldn't believe that the Blairs would do it, at least not deliberately. The fact of the matter was that he'd soon be going off in his pants. He wouldn't need the maitre d'.
Gina kept turning pages and now as she leaned close to him to peer at the snapshots, some of which were fuzzy, her right breast was working him over again. It was stabbing into his upper arm, seemingly heavier and warmer than before. And he could swear now that he could feel that nipple.
He would occasionally turn and look down into that fabulous face, so close to his as it looked up at him. Although Gina's actions seemed lustful, when he looked into her eyes he saw genuine shyness and what seemed to be fear. She wouldn't be putting the make on him, not with that look.
That face. It was still cool and serene, except for the eyes and an occasional pull by the nervous muscles at the corners of her full lips. She smiled when he looked at her and he smiled back to encourage her. It was as though Nancy were trying to push her timid daughter into something she did not welcome, into some unknown area.
As they went on with their diversion she leaned more and more heavily into him. Then she took one of her hands from her half of the album and he saw it drop into her lap. A moment later he felt that hand. It was in the tight crack where their thighs were pressed together. Andy gulped. Shit, could this also be an accident?
It was hard to believe. And what did Nancy have to do with it? It was obvious the mother was enjoying herself. She was perched before them like a bird, her head cocked, and she looked at Bill now and then as though to make certain he was taking it all in. He was, all right, and the bulge in his crotch was heavier than ever.
The fingers wiggled between their thighs and Andy almost gasped. Why him? That same question kept coming back, but there was no answer. Again the fingers wiggled and then they slightly pinched him, almost playfully. Well, what the hell, Gina was only a kid.
He looked at more pictures and more pages turned-Gina was very good at working with one hand, whether turning pages or pinching his thigh. Then the fingers crept out onto his thigh, to the top of his thigh, and here they fluttered on his pants, pressing down into his muscles.
He looked into her eyes, which were wide, blue and totally innocent. "Great pictures. I'm getting excited."
The dreamboat licked her lips. "Me, too, I guess. I don't know. I haven't ... um, looked at these for a long time."
He nodded absently as her hand lay flat on his thigh. Then it began to move, safely hidden under the album, of course, so that mom and dad could see nothing. But Gina's parents were not puzzled about anything. He was smoking another cigar and she seemed naively happy.
Andy breathed deeply. He couldn't stand this for long. He'd been steamed up for too long a time and it had been far too long since ... Well, he couldn't take it. That was all there was to it.
He lowered his eyes as the hand moved up his thigh again. It was moving inexorably toward his crotch. There was no doubt about it. But how far would this child go? Did she know what he had up there? Did she have any idea what she was doing to him?
She giggled at something comical in the book and Andy laughed with her. He didn't know how else to react Sure, it had to be a dream. A Keystone Kops dream. It didn't make any sense.
But then it did make sense. Gina's hand was lifted and Andy felt an abrupt sense of loss. She had realized what she was doing and shied away. But no, she was back. Shit! Was she ever back!
Her fingers came back, on target, to press themselves directly into his heavy, hot and soggy pouch.