Chapter 6

Brad drove as fast as he safely could, and still they arrived at the airport after Tabitha's plane landed.

Vicki forgot they were standing in a crowd. "I should have sucked you off faster," she said. She remembered when a man standing nearby snickered and undressed her with his eyes. She returned his stare boldly, daring him to say anything. His face turned red and he looked away. "What does she look like?"

Brad shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I haven't seen her in six or seven years. I remember her as a scrawny little kid with gangly arms and bony knees. I'll have her paged."

A young woman in a sleeveless tank top and a pair of cut-off denim shorts intercepted him on his way to the white courtesy phone. Not a scrawny, obnoxious kid. More like the centerfold model Vicki mentioned, with gorgeous legs, a foxy ass, large tits and a mess of charmingly disarranged brunette hair. Her firm young tits, unrestrained by a bra, jiggled enticingly as she walked.

"Brad? It is you, isn't it? I knew it had to be. I just looked for the most handsome hunk here."

Vicki's eyes flashed with hostility. "Skinny little titless wonder my ass," she muttered. "She's a mealy-mouthed little bitch." She hurried to Brad, her jealousy flaring.

"Yes," Brad said as Vicki joined him. "I'm Brad. You must be Tabitha. This is my wife, Victoria. You can call her Vicki. Vicki, this is Tabby."

"Tabitha, please. I despise that nickname." She held out her hand to Vicki. "Hi," she said, all sweetness and innocence. "Brad's mother talks about you all the time. You're more beautiful than she said."

The young woman's flattery totally disarmed Vicki. She accepted Tabitha's offered hand. She couldn't do anything else without creating a scene. She looked Tabitha over very methodically, then looked at her husband.

"You missed it, darling. She might be a wonder, but titless she ain't."

Brad turned beet-red. Tabitha laughed.

"I forgot that I was a scrawny little brat the last time Brad saw me," Tabitha said. "Guess I've grown up a little since then. Maybe if I keep going, I'll be as lovely and well-built as you, Vicki."

Vicki leveled her glowering look on the young brunette. "You're just full of it, aren't you? We're on our way to dinner, and we're running late." She looked Tabitha over again. "It's a nice restaurant. You can't get in dressed that way. Can you change in the ladies room? Where are your bags?"

"They should be in by now. I brought only two. We don't have to waste time. I can change in the car."

Brad put both bags in the back seat with Tabitha and headed back to town, unaware of what was happening in the rear of the car. Vicki knew. She was getting a private strip show.

Tabitha's short shorts missed covering the bottom of her buttocks by about an inch. The ragged fringe around the legs stopped at the very top of her thighs. Soft tendrils of brown pubic hair stuck out all around the crotch.

The brazen little hussy isn't even wearing panties, Vicki thought to herself. She wasn't either, but at least her dress hid the fact.

Tabitha pulled a dress from her suitcase and shook it out. Vicki thought it didn't look much longer than the girl's shorts. Tabitha casually removed her top, laid it in her lap, and took her time folding it neatly.

Vicki stared openly at the brunette's firm young tits. Her tits aren't as big as mine, she thought. As if I care. I have no interest in girls. But Brad sure took his time looking at them. I'd better keep an eye on him.

Tabitha laid her top in the suitcase. She gave Vicki a sweet smile and skinned out of her shorts. She left her legs open so Vicki got a good look at the soft loveliness of her pussy and hairy brown bush.

She's deliberately showing off for me, Vicki thought. She blushed as a bizarre thought skittered through her mind. She wondered what the girl's pussy looked like up close. The only pussy she had ever actually seen was her own, when she explored it with the help of a mirror. What's wrong with you? she asked herself. Have you gone completely around the bend? You have no interest in girls in general, and certainly not in this Lolita. She's a dangerous enchantress. She vacillated between being angry that the little nymphet had invaded her well-ordered life and being fascinated by her.

She didn't equate well-ordered with monotonous. She should have. Except for sex, her life was dull—as dull as day-old dishwater. It wouldn't be for long. Tabitha was going to make all the difference in the world. Without realizing what was happening, Vicki was already falling under the young brunette's spell.

In exchange for a ten dollar bill, the hostess changed their reservation. She seated them in a banquette in a better location than their original table. They did a quick two-step as Vicki tried to get between Brad and Tabitha, and he tried to get between the two women. He won. Tabitha's short skirt rode up, exposing her lovely thighs nearly to the crotch, when she slid into the booth. Vicki glowered at Brad. Again. She banged her hip against his when she sat down by him.

"Thank you for letting me stay with you for a few days, Vicki," Tabitha said. She didn't know that Vicki had no say in the matter. She did know that she had better stay on Vicki's good side.

Vicki's mother taught her good manners. She showed her teeth in a false smile and said, "You're welcome, Tabitha. I could hardly say no to someone who's almost like family."

Tabitha didn't catch the irony in Vicki's voice. Brad did. Discretion being the better part of valor, he let it pass.

"I must not forget you, Brad," Tabitha said. "You pay the bills. I'll gladly pay room and board."

"Not necessary," Brad said. "I can afford to support two women for a few days." Vicki bumped him with her hip and he grunted. "Tell us about your new job?"

"Not too much to tell," Tabitha said. "It's just a way to make money for college. I'll be a flunky in the business office at the radio station. As soon as I get settled, I'll find an apartment. I hope I can room with one of the girls at the station so I won't have to spend too much on rent."

"What are you going to major in at college?" He hoped to keep the conversation in a safe area. Instead, he ended up digging a deeper hole for himself.

"Astrophysics. I'm good in math, and space fascinates me."

"I majored in business," Brad said.

"I know," Tabitha said brightly. "I've followed your career closely. Through your mother. Did you know that I used to have a terrible crush on you?"

Tabitha and Brad realized the mistake at the same instant. They couldn't miss it. Vicki's face clouded as she bristled with anger.

"Not that it ever led to anything," Tabitha added hastily. "I mean, it's been eight years since you last saw me. I'm not mooning over an older man now."

Tabitha should have stopped running off at the mouth while she was at least even. The storm surrounding Vicki gathered strength. Brad spoke up in an attempt to calm the waters.

"Well, it isn't unusual for a young woman to have a crush on an older man." He looked at his wife. "Why, I'll bet there was some young man who had a crush on you, darling."

"Not that I'm aware of," Vicki replied dryly, fighting to keep her anger in check.

"Well, it is kind of flattering, in a way," Brad continued, making the situation worse. "I mean, here's a beautiful young woman of nineteen with a crush on an old man of thirty-five. Sort of makes my head swell."

"Yeah, and next you'll be protesting that she's young enough to be your daughter," Vicki spat, glaring at Tabitha, not her husband.

"Well, not quite ..." Brad started to protest.

Tabitha interrupted quickly. "Vicki, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sure that Brad is a devoted husband. Please, believe me, I'm no threat to you. I would rather cut out my tongue than cause trouble."

"Really?" Vicki said acidly.

She saw the way Tabitha looked at Brad. She didn't have a meaningless, schoolgirl crush on him—she was in love with him. Or imagined herself to be. She would open her mouth or spread her legs for Brad in an instant. Vicki knew that as well as she knew her name.

Tabitha decided it was better to let Vicki set the tone of conversation during dinner. Vicki didn't want to talk. She drank lots of champagne and ate a little food. Brad was too gun-shy to say much. They ate in nearly total silence.