Chapter 9
Alan Hunt felt depressed.
Perhaps it was the deadly grind of teaching that was getting to him. Alan wasn't sure what it was. Small-town life was a problem as well. Everyone knew everyone else's business, and the young bachelor found that to be a bore.
A meeting with the headmaster had been a disaster. The old boy, hardly equipped to deal with scandal, chose his words all too carefully, but the meaning was nevertheless clear: Alan Hunt was to curtail his activities at the Colliers', if you please. The town was talking, and the school wouldn't allow itself to become part of a sensational marital mess.
A young instructor had to be careful, the. head-master said. His career was to be considered. A wise man listens to reason and conforms his actions to its dictates.
Afterward Hunt drove directly to Deanebury. It wasn't much, but at times it seemed almost cosmopolitan compared to Windover. Besides, there was an attractive waitress that Alan Hunt had noticed the last time he was in town. She worked in a dimly-lit, rowdy steak and chop house, as they were called. The food was plentiful and the drinks strong. The name of the place was Reilly's, and Alan Hunt had noticed the young blonde the last time he'd been in for a few whiskeys and something to eat.
Now he hungered for something else, but it was to Reilly's he was going. The young blonde had noticed Alan that night, and she seemed susceptible to the arrogant charm that he affected. It was going to be just what he needed, he thought.
Alan Hunt parked two blocks away from the restaurant-he had taken the headmaster's lecture more to heart than he thought. All I need now, Alan thought as he walked to Reilly's, is to be reported carousing in a place like this!
Inside Reilly's, the dim lights and delicious smells put Alan Hunt at ease. He sat in a booth in the section that was serviced by the young blonde, and lighted a cigarette. Within a few minutes she presented herself for his order.
"A Scotch to start with," Alan said, scanning the menu. "Then a sirlion, thick, rare, and a good salad with it. Another Scotch as well when you bring the steak." He closed the menu and handed it back. Pinned to her shirt was a name tag: Kathy.
"Kathy, what time do you get off?" Alan asked, flicking ashes in the general direction of the ashtray.
Kathy's smile was more of a smirk. She was young, perhaps twenty years old, but her expression showed. "About ten," Kathy asked, a coy look in her eyes. "You got something in mind?"
Alan almost laughed in her face. "I do," he said, "if you're available."
"I can probably manage it." she answered. "I'll bring you that drink now." As she walked off Alan noticed a thick-set young man approaching the table. He stopped Kathy out of Alan's earshot, and, after directing a dirty look Alan's way, said something harsh to Kathy.
But Kathy wasn't going to let the husky young man have the last word. She said something to him, then gave Alan Hunt a sidelong glance that conveyed enough defiance to send the bachelor into an erotic fantasy. There was no doubt that she was going to meet him later on, no matter what her no-neck tormentor thought about it.
Kathy said nothing to Alan when she placed his Scotch on the table before him, but her eyes spoke plenty. Alan chuckled to himself, imagining the busboy's discomfort as his best girl coolly dated up one of the customers. It wasn't his concern, Alan thought. He'd had enough of true love long ago. It always left you in embarrassing positions, making a public spectacle of yourself. He felt nothing for the young man who was so put out by Kathy's actions. He just made sure that he never found himself in a situation like that.
Alan was waiting for Kathy when she walked out of Reilly's precisely at ten o'clock. He had found a parking space directly in front of the restaurant, and as she slid into the passenger's seat, they both felt the excitement beginning to build.
"Want to go somewhere for a drink?" Alan suggested, gunning the engine and setting off toward the highway out of town. There were plenty of motels out there that never asked questions. Alan knew all about them, and he suspected Kathy did as well.
"Why don't we just buy something to drink and go somewhere private?" Kathy suggested in return. Alan grinned and nodded at her response.
A quick stop at a run-down liquor store produced a bottle of decent Scotch, a bag of ice cubes, plastic cups, and two packs of cigarettes.
Ten minutes later, Alan Hunt pulled into the courtyard of Vic's Motor Lodge, a place with which he had had a few dealings. Vic was behind the counter in the manager's office and he smiled when Alan walked in.
"Never knew a man did as much traveling as you do," Vic said. "Stayin' the whole night this time?"
Alan grinned. "Let's hope for the best," he said. He quickly signed in, paid in advance, and picked up the key to room 101.
Alan Hunt parked directly in front of the room and escorted the giggling Kathy inside. "It's so clean!" she exclaimed as she tossed her coat onto the chair by the writing desk. "I've never been in a motel room before!"
Alan opened the bottle of Scotch and mixed two drinks-strong, with much ice. He handed Kathy a glass then raised his own in a toast. "To romance," Alan said. "It makes life worthwhile!"
Kathy clinked her glass against Alan's and took a healthy swig. "Wheww!" Kathy said, placing her glass on the end table by the bed. "You sure mix a strong drink!"
Alan chuckled. "Just to make you relax," he said. "Say-you want to get out of those clothes?"
"Sure," Kathy said. "But I'd like to shower first."
"Before you undress?" Alan could barely repress his contempt.
Kathy laughed. "No, you silly thing! Before we get into bed!"
Alan finished his whiskey and poured another. "Great idea. I'll join you, as a matter-of-fact."
But first, he suggested another drink. By the time Kathy finished her second whiskey, she was ready for anything, which was what Alan liked in a woman.
Alan watched Kathy as she put down her empty glass, then turned to face him. She pulled off her sweater over her head, and Alan felt the first hot surge of excitement as her breasts, still encased in a soft white bra, came into view. She had large, full breasts, and when she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it Alan saw that Kathy's legs were long and slim, with a muscular look that he liked.
She stood before him, clad only in her bra and panties. Her smile was seductive, and she knew what he wanted to see. She reached behind her and unfastened her bra, and as she removed it, allowing her beautiful pink-tipped breasts to bounce free, Alan sucked in his breath with excitement.
"Like what you see?" Kathy asked.
Alan could not even reply. He walked to her and hugged her tightly, allowing her to feel the answering hardness between his thighs. She pressed her pelvis against him, grinding, and he stepped back and smiled.
Alan was out of his clothes in thirty seconds, and he followed her happily into the shower.
Alan's excitement was growing steadily, and Kathy's warm, wet, sudsy hands ensured his arousal. The warm water beat a sensuous tattoo on their bodies as Kathy knelt in the shower stall and soaped his long, thick tool.
Then she carefully allowed the warm water to rinse over him as she cupped his scrotum in her hand. To encourage her, Alan held her head between his hands and gently guided her mouth to his cock, easing it in, loving the feel of her warm lips encircling his flesh.
Then she was on her own, loving it, working him deeper and deeper. Alan felt like fainting from the pleasure of it but he held on, allowing Kathy to bring him to the point of orgasm before roughly withdrawing from her mouth.
Still kneeling, the buxom girl looked up at Alan with wonder on her face. "Is everything all right? Did I hurt you?"
Alan smiled. "Let's get to bed," he said.
She was fantastic. Alan's arousal had been so complete that he required a cooling-off period, and he accomplished this by slowly kissing every available inch of her warm, fresh body, paying special attention to her full breasts. When he had worked her nipples into two throbbing centers of pleasure, erect and reddened, he moved down to the curly nest between her legs, holding a thigh in each hand. Her legs were relaxed and smooth in his grip and he applied his tongue to her center slowly and lovingly, thrilled as she squirmed and moaned with hot, wet pleasure.
Kathy was out of her mind with hot, raw heat, and Alan knew that the time was right.
He mounted her slowly, edging between her long legs, smiling down at her.
Kathy was eager, impatient with Alan. She grabbed his erect tool and hungrily thrust it between her outstretched legs. Alan felt the soft, wet penetration and pushed forward, entering Kathy completely.
She sighed and he felt her body relax momentarily as he began to thrust expertly, and her hips and pelvis answered his every hot stroke.
Alan had never been with a woman so eager and so expert in her every move. Kathy was young and beautiful, but filled with sexual experience.
She was groaning now, humping hard against him, begging for more. Her lewd talk inflamed Alan and he stroked harder, making her feel every hard inch. She giggled and stroked his head and wrapped her legs around his back and dug her heels in, and Alan lost control and felt the hot surge of orgasm sweeping up from his loins and pouring forth, and her answering pulsations were all he needed. They came together, locked into it, fierce and hot, and later, while Alan smoked and Kathy slept, he thought about how it would be with Leona.