Chapter 3

While Tim and Rose were busily renewing old acquaintances, Jose, Rose's hyper-sexed chauffeur, was in the process of carrying out the instructions his voluptuous employer had given him that morning. After dropping his sexy brunette boss off at Tim's office, he slipped out of his chauffeur's jacket and cap, leaving himself attired in a pair of tight, dark trousers, a form-fitting tailored shirt of pale yellow, and a black silk tie.

"Might as well get rid of that, too," he decided, sliding the restraining strip of material out from under his collar. "These gringo chicks go for the casual approach." He checked out his appearance in the mirror of the plush wine-colored Lincoln Continental, and when he was satisfied with it, he reached into his wallet and removed a neatly folded newspaper clipping. On it was a photograph of an attractive blonde teenager. Her evenly spaced features smiled directly at the camera from beneath a cloud of long hair that fanned out from the elongated oval of her' face, drifting like a gentle cloud down to just touch her shoulders. "Valedictorian of the graduating class of Desert

Pine Junior High School, Beth Daltrey", the caption read, "daughter of Mr. Timothy Daltrey of Sunset Drive, and the late Mrs. Myrna Daltrey." He studied the photograph for a few minutes, so he would be sure to recognize the girl in the library where the private detective Rose employed had said she worked after school.

"Some parts of this job I don't like," he reflected as he gazed at the clear-eyed girl's image. "But on the other hand, some parts aren't bad, not bad at all."

Checking out his looks once more, the wiry young chauffeur put the photo back in his pocket, got out of the car and locked it, and made his way down a mimosa-shaded street toward an old stone building set back on a sloping lawn that was the branch library. He didn't know why his scheming employer was so interested in this jail-bait Daltrey girl, but like she always said, he wasn't paid to ask questions.

From the minute the good-looking, dark-haired boy walked into the library, Beth Daltrey couldn't help but notice him. She knew most of the local people at least by sight, and the fact that he was a stranger was the first thing that attracted her attention. He looked Latin, probably Mexican, the fifteen year old blonde reflected, as she watched him stroll through the shelves of books, but there was something about him that seemed continually to draw her eyes back to him as she sat at the low desk addressing overdue notices to the library's subscribers.

For one thing, he was very handsome, she decided, glancing surreptitiously at his fine, sharp profile, noting the sensual fullness of his lips, which almost seemed not to fit with the sculpted quality of his high cheekbones and long, straight nose. Also, he was very well dressed expensively, in fact, which definitely set him apart from most of the Mexicans she knew. Although they were usually neat, their low level of income relative to the local Anglos generally confined their wardrobes to variations on dungarees and T-shirts, while this boy looked as though he'd just stepped out of the men's fashion pages of the Sunday Magazine. In fact, to Tim Daltrey's dutiful and somewhat naive daughter, he looked...mysterious, in a way that piqued her curiosity and interest.

Although the attractive blonde teenager was unaware of it, Rose Molina's chauffeur was also taking every opportunity that offered itself to look her over too. He was pleased to see that the photo in the paper wasn't deceptive, that it had underplayed the attractiveness of the curvaceous adolescent rather than over-flattered it. Of course, he didn't dare be too obvious about his interest, for that might put her off, but when she rose from her chair to get another stack of cards from the tile drawer, he let his eyes wander quickly over her body from top to toe.

She was wearing a light blue pleated skirt which came to mid-thigh, revealing a pair of long tapering legs already slightly brown from the spring sun. He liked legs like that, "American legs", he called them, to distinguish them from the shorter, more rounded limbs of most of the Mexican women he knew. Over the skirt she wore a demure white blouse of which only the top button was open so that he could see little of her fair skin. But from the way the blouse clung to the two pear-shaped young mounds of her breasts, he could tell that she wasn't one of those skinny, brittle gringo chicks, that looked as though a strong wind could blow them over. No, this one was all woman...or will be, he reflected darkly, by the time I'm through with her Finally he decided it was time to move, and he sauntered casually over to the desk, curving his features into the most engaging smile he could manage.

" 'Scuse me, Senorita," he began, adopting more of a Latin accent than he actually possessed, "I'm new here, and I want to improve my English language. Could you maybe suggest me some good books?"

"Why yes, I think so," Beth replied easily, smiling at him and then quickly turning her eyes away. "What are you interested in? Hobbies, or novels, or poetry. . . "

"Novels, I think. Something romantic." Beth glanced quickly at him, and felt a flutter of excitement as he smiled down at her. Living alone with her widowed father, Beth hadn't done much dating in the year since her father had given her permission to do so. Somewhat shy, she found it difficult to indulge in the easy banter through which most teenagers her age made contact with the opposite sex. Those boys who had asked her out generally didn't make a second date, after they discovered that Beth Daltrey, despite her blonde good looks and excitingly developed figure, was definitely a "good" girl. Not that she'd often had to fight any of them off. There was an inherent innocence and reserve about the blue-eyed fifteen year old that prevented any guy from even trying.

In fact, Beth had begun to wonder why she never seemed to have the kind of experiences some of her girlfriends described. It seemed they were always having to slap the wandering hands of the local boys on their Saturday night dates, while she usually arrived home early, her hair not even mussed, and was left at the door with a handshake. It had even begun to bother her a little, for she was reaching an age when her own feelings of interest in the opposite sex were definitely on the upswing. Indeed, she often thought romantically of what it would be like to fall in love, to sink into the strong arms of a man and have him kiss her meltingly on the lips for the first time, like the heroines in the books she read. Something about the engaging smile on the face of the young man standing in front of her reminded her of her romantic fantasies, and her heart seemed to skip a beat as she moved around from the back of the desk and walked with him to the shelf containing classic English-language novels.

"Here's one you might like," she suggested, taking a copy of Wuthering Heights from the shelf. "It's very romantic, and not too difficult either, if you're not used to reading in English. It's one of my favorites."

"If you like this book, Senorita, I think I like it. too," Jose replied. "I think I take this one "

"Are you a subscriber?" Beth asked, making her way back to the desk, feeling strangely excited by his obvious attention.

"What's that'. '"

'I mean do you have a library card here?"

"No, I just come to Albuquerque this week."

"Well, it's no problem. I'll just make out a card for you now."

Beth took out an application form, and they leaned over opposite sides of the desk while she asked him for the information required.

"Name?"

"Jose Rodriguez."

"Address?"

"Rancho Albuquerque, R.D. 3."

"Rancho Albuquerque? Why, I thought that place was closed."

"The lady I work for, she buy it for a house.

We just move in.

"Oh, I see. And what sort of work do you do?"

"I drive car. Chauffeur, I think you call it, yes?"

"Yes, that's right. Oh, I'm sorry, we don't allow smoking in the library," she said, as Jose took a pack of Camels out of his shirt pocket and was about to light one.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Maybe...maybe there is someplace we could go and have a soda together, and there I could smoke, too?"

Beth flushed at his sudden invitation. He said it so nicely that she was taken off guard, for ordinarily she wouldn't have considered an invitation from a total stranger. However, if he was new in town, he must be lonely, and he certainly seemed like a pleasant person. Still, she hesitated. She didn't want him to think she was an easy pickup.

"Oh, thank you," she said shyly, "but I don't know if I should, you see I work until five

"It's almost five now."

"Yes, but you see I have to be home to fix dinner for my father when he comes home from work."

"Senorita, please don't think I am too forward, but if you would do me the honor to come for a soda with me, I can drive you home in the car of the lady I work for. I have an hour before I have to meet her. And...perhaps I could meet your father and ask his permission to take you to the movies some evening.

Beth could feel herself blush to the roots of her hair at his disarming suggestion. She was sure there couldn't be any harm in having a soda with a young man so obviously well-bred and polite.

"Well, yes, all right," she finally assented. "Just let me finish up here and I'm sure I'd have enough time."

Duck soup, the amoral young seducer reflected triumphantly, as he watched her luscious teenage form bustling around the library. This is gonna be easier than I thought.

A little less than an hour later, Beth found herself in the plush, leather-upholstered front seat of Rose Molina's Lincoln, on the way back to her own house.

Tim Daltrey's blonde daughter felt as though the time were speeding at an unusually rapid rate, for when Jose eased the large car into a space in fron of the empty lot at the corner of her block, she was almost regretful that their date was over so soon. It seemed to Beth that she had known the handsome young man forever, since they had talked easily and animatedly together for nearly an hour. Also, the burgeoning excitement she had begun to feel from the minute he approached her in the library had, if anything, intensified rather than abated. It was a strange sensation, a little like butterflies in her stomach that seemed to flutter in agitation whenever the dark young chauffeur smiled at her or touched her. Taking a corner sharply, her body had been thrown against his, sliding across the seat with no will of its own, and the momentary feeling of his warm, muscular flesh affected the curvaceous young blonde like an electric shock. She even felt little tingling sensations down there, in between her legs, and her whole body felt flushed and shivery.

"I don't think my father is home yet," she said, once the huge Lincoln was parked. "His car isn't in the driveway."

"Maybe we can wait for him?" Jose asked, looking at his watch. I still have some time before I have to go meet my boss.

"Well, I have to go soon," Beth said. "But maybe I can stay just a few more minutes."

She knew it wasn't quite right to sit out in the car with Jose parked in front of the vacant lot. That was the sort of thing that started the neighbors talking. But somehow she couldn't bring herself to leave, not yet. It was as though she were fascinated, even hypnotized by the compelling, dark-haired young man who had driven her home, and she rationalized her thoughts of the disapproval of the neighbors, even her own father, right out of her mind.

"I'm glad you stay, even for a few minutes,"

Jose was saying, as his arm snaked out along the back of the seat until his fingers were nearly touching the bright strands of her blonde hair. "I'm glad. And I'm glad I meet you today, too, Beth. I want to see you again, very much."

"I do, too," Tim's young daughter found herself saying.

For a long moment, Jose gazed soulfully into her eyes, and then let his glance wander downwards to her soft pink lips. Beth felt his arm ease down onto her shoulder, and then he was drawing her closer, and shifting his own body over the shiny leather upholstery of the car seat.

"Oh yes," he breathed, "I am very glad I meet you."

Beth felt faint as she realized the handsome older boy was about to kiss her. Softly his lips grazed her forehead and her cheeks, and then finally pressed against her own. His lips opened slightly, so he could seize the soft lush curvature of hers, nipping them gently, then pressing down with a tiny circular motion that made the naive teenager feel as though she were melting from within in a lovely fire. Both his arms encircled her trembling shoulders, and he held her close, caressing her back and stroking her soft blonde hair, while his lips pressed down on hers with increasing urgency. And then suddenly he pulled away slightly.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, in a voice that trembled with emotion. "I shouldn't do that so soon. But I couldn't help it." He looked at her apologetically. "Now maybe you don't want to see me anymore, yes?"

Still nearly dizzy from the effects of his kiss, the first real kiss she had ever received, Beth could hardly find her voice at first. She was touched by his concern, and at the same time flattered that he found her so attractive. "Oh no, Jose, I'm not angry," she finally managed to say. "In fact I...I think I wanted you to do that."

The admission shocked her, but even as she said it, the pretty adolescent realized it was true. Jose made her feel differently than any boy she had ever met. It seemed so natural, so right, to let herself slip into his arms that way, not like the other boys she'd gone out with, who hadn't really tempted her at all. So, when she found it happening a second time, his arms circling her and drawing her close again, she was even more receptive. Her own, barely touched feminine instincts seemed to take over, propelling her arms upward to embrace him in return, and this time when his lips sought hers, she kissed him back.

Inwardly, Rose Molina's corrupt employee exulted at the ease with which the pretty gringo girl surrendered to him. Nor were his feelings strictly those of accomplishing what he had set out to do on Rose's instructions, although a certain male sense of conquest was certainly part of them. Besides that, though, he was definitely excited by the long-legged blonde girl, and his cock was straining against the confines of his tight trousers as he kissed her harder this time, his tongue licking softly over the tender contours of her lips, forcing them open slightly, so it could dart inside her mouth and explore the white wall of her perfect teeth, and the soft underside of her lips. There was nothing the depraved Mexican liked better than the process of breaking down a woman's resistance until she was a helpless slave to her own desire for him. And this little blonde...well, she was restoring his sense of maleness after the superior condescension he had to endure from the sensual older woman he worked for. It was going to be a real pleasure to lead this one down the path of degradation, a real pleasure.

As he felt her response heighten and intensify, he began letting his hands wander more freely over her trembling young form. Still keeping one arm around her shoulders, he let the other travel around to her side, stroking it up and down from her armpit to her waist, and up over the sensitive flesh of her upper arm, working his way little by little around to the front of her body until finally he slipped his hand in between their tightly embracing forms, and with one movement, closed it over the surface of her small round breast. At the same time, his lips abandoned hers and, bending her backwards against the back of the car seat, he began whirling his tongue in the small shell-pink orifice of her ear, blowing little warm currents of air inside, then licked lightly down the side of her neck to her shoulders, all the while murmuring insincere words of endearment and admiration for her youthful beauty.

Beth could hardly believe what was happening. Her breath came in short little gasps as Jose's lips and hand continued their tantalizing ministrations. She knew she should stop him, break away, but she felt powerless, as though all the strength was being drained out of her muscles and she was helpless before the persuasive onslaught of his sensuality. Somehow her arms were up around his neck, pressing him closer, and she moaned softly, unconsciously, as she felt herself surrender to the Mexican boy's embraces.

Now his hand snaked down to the hem of her skirt and deftly slipped underneath. He pressed his lips down on hers again, this time more hungrily, and at the same time, his hand slid upward over the smooth flesh of her naked thigh until his fingers reached the tight elastic leg band of her panties. Tracing its outline, he followed it around her leg, gently forcing her thighs apart just enough so that he could fit his palm between them. Then he placed his hand directly on top of the soft, heated mound of her pussy, his cock throbbing lustily as he felt the dampness of her crotch band, a certain sigh that she was definitely enjoying what was happening.

His rapid movements took only a fraction of a second, and since Beth wasn't expecting them, she had not the slightest resistance prepared. But, when she felt his fingers graze the most private part of her body, a shudder seemed to ricochet through her young frame, dizzying in its intensity, making her feel pleasurably faint and weak, and at the same time charging her with a kind of intense excitement she had never felt before. For an instant, it felt as though her center of gravity had shifted to that sensitive spot between her legs that Jose was gently probing with his fingers, and at the same time, she felt a rush of moisture cascading out from deep inside her and spreading over the already moist fabric of her thin panties.

"No...No, Jose, I...I have to leave now..." she murmured confusedly, pulling away from him to the far side of the car seat and rapidly rearranging her disordered clothes. "My...my father will be home soon."

"I come to the library tomorrow," Jose declared.

"No! It's closed tomorrow. The schools are too. There's a statewide teacher's meeting, and the librarian will be out of town."

Jose thought for a moment. "Then you are free all day tomorrow?"

"Yes, I am."

"Would you come to visit me at my house? In the afternoon?"

"Oh Jose, I don't know...don't you have to work?"

"Not in the afternoon, no. I would come to get you, but I must work in the morning. I tell you what. You know how to get to the Rancho?"

"Yes, but. . . "

"Come to the Rancho, then; go around to the back and look up to the window on the top floor. If it's open, come in the back door and up the stairs, all the way to the top. There are two doors, one to the left, one straight ahead, a new one. That's the one you want."

"I...I don't think I should," Beth objected weakly.

"Don't give me an answer now, then. Just come if you can, okay?"

"Okay." Feeling somewhat more composed now, although still trembling with arousal, the blonde teenager let herself out of the long shiny car and closed the door behind her. "Well, good-bye," she said uncertainly, still not able to tear herself completely away.

Jose slid across the car seat and grasped her hand, which was resting on the window. He brought it to his lips, turned it over, and kissed her lightly on the palm and wrist, running his I tongue along the smooth skin. Beth once again felt the warm, liquid sensation in the pit of her stomach.

"Until tomorrow?" Jose asked hopefully, his brown eyes looking longingly into hers.

"I...I don't know. I'll try. I have to go now," she finished lamely. And before the dark-eyed seducer could stop her, she pulled her hand away and ran across the street toward her house, her pleated skirt flaring outward and giving him tantalizing glimpses of her long, shapely legs.

Jose watched her, his hand dropping lewdly to massage the pulsing mound of his cock and balls. "You'll come," he thought lasciviously, "if not tomorrow, soon. And then, my little blonde cunt, you really have a surprise!" He started the car, eased it out of the parking space and headed for Tim Daltrey's office to pick up his boss.

Rose should be pleased with the way things had gone, maybe pleased enough to be very nice to him tonight, very nice indeed!

Tim got home late that evening, having had to wait at his office until Rose's chauffeur came to get her, a task he hadn't minded in the slightest. By the time he arrived, Beth had dinner almost completely ready. Indeed, she was grateful for his lateness, since it gave her a chance to calm herself and arrange her thoughts and still the sensual trembling that assaulted her body whenever she thought of Jose.

She was also glad that her father, while very cheerful that evening, didn't seem to want to talk a great deal. He was probably preoccupied with business matters, she decided. It was hard for him right now, she knew. In fact, she was surprised to find herself looking at her parent from a somewhat different perspective than usual. Her own sudden sexual awakening appeared to have made everything slightly different, and for the first time, she found herself looking at Tim, not just as her father, but as a man. Indeed, when he helped her clear off the table and do the dishes, she was shocked to find her eyes wandering to the slight bulge discernible in his trousers and realized for the first time that her father was very attractive, that he must have feelings like her own, even those dangerously exciting feelings she had experienced with Jose so shortly before, in the front seat of his boss's car. Had he and her mother felt that way for each other, she wondered. Was that what it meant to fall in love? She frowned slightly at that. Her memories of her mother didn't include anything that she could relate to such things. And yet her parents had made love she was the proof of that. Her father's hands had wandered over her mother's body even more intimately than Jose's had touched her own.

To her surprise, the thought caused a resurgence of the dizzying sexual feeling she had only recently experienced for the first time, and when, a few minutes later, she announced that she was going upstairs to do her homework and her father put his arm around her shoulder to kiss her good night, she was even more surprised to discover that it affected her almost the way Jose's kisses had, though not as strongly. That had never happened before. Always she had felt completely at ease with her father, hugging and kissing him with all the naive playfulness of a puppy. But now, suddenly, she felt herself pulling away slightly, as though for some strange reason, she instinctively was exercising the same sort of control with him that she knew was necessary with Jose.

The thought was vaguely disturbing, but strangely exciting, too, and Beth was too naive and inexperienced to consider that possibly, just possibly, there were dangers attached to the warm feelings of desire that seemed to crowd in on her from every side. It did not occur to her that, unleashed completely, with no preparation or understanding, she could find herself swept up in a whirlpool of passionate emotion that could have cataclysmic effects. No, they were so new and delightful that she was content to enjoy them, and all evening long she discovered that they easily crowded out her concentration on her school work. Finally, she decided to put off her work and climb into bed to watch the stars and think about all that had happened to her that day.

Quickly, she stripped off her clothes and put on the short, frilly nightgown that she wore to bed. She thought the coolness of the sheets on her body would cool down the warm flush on her skin, but even that familiar sensation worked differently than usual. The smooth percale made her quiveringly aware of every portion of her lithe young body, particularly the narrow cleft, lightly fringed with delicate tendrils of softly curling blonde hair that nestled at the juncture of her thighs.

Unconsciously, she found her hands wandering downward to touch that mysterious place. It gave her a forbidden thrill to place her small fingers on the sweet moist surface and graze her fingertips over the hard little button of flesh at the top. In face, it was almost as exciting as when Jose had touched her there, for he had been outside of her panties, and now, alone in her own bed, she was free to touch her sparsely haired cuntal slit all naked.

Dreamily, the aroused young teenager sank back into the pillows, both hands clutched over the steadily moistening mound of her cunt.

It seemed as though she barely had to touch it at all for delicious sensations to rush through her whole body, and gradually her explorations became more intense. Her fingers pressed the tiny button of her clitoris, and at the same time, she bore downward with her hips, increasing the tantalizing sensation even more. As she became more and more aroused, she rotated her middle finger in tight little circles, and involuntarily kicked off the covers as she twisted and turned sensuously on the bed.

Suddenly, her eye was caught by her own reflection in the mirror on the bureau opposite the bed. She was shocked at the sight that met her eyes. There she was, nearly naked on her own bed, her skin flushed with sensual heat, her blonde hair disordered and her fingers lewdly pressed against her own vagina! What if her father should come in and find her that way?

The thought of her tall, good-looking parent coming into the room unexpectedly amazingly served to increase her feelings of newly awakened desire. It was ridiculous, but true, she thought. Jose had had such a potent effect on her that she now found herself excited at the thought of being discovered tickling herself down there by her own father! With a low moan, she turned over on the bed, breathing quickly, her mind swimming with confused images of Jose and her father, while the feathery palpitations between her legs churned irresistibly. Not aware yet of the release she would find if she fingered herself more intensely, the confused young girl finally fell into a deep sleep. Even in her dreams, however, the two men still appeared, sometimes separately, sometimes melting strangely into one.