Chapter 12
Brian Spence had lain on the edge of consciousness for a long time before he finally became aware of his surroundings. There were other bodies in bed with him, pressing close, full of warmth. His eyes fluttered open, and he was staring at the ceiling of a strange bedroom.
It was not actually strange any more, because he had spent the night here with two lush, insatiable females the night and the morning and a good part of the afternoon. It had been just too much! No man with any life left in him would have been able to get up and leave.
Early in the morning Brian had crawled out and staggered to the telephone to call the office. He told the receptionist he was sick with a cold and wouldn't be in. Some cold!
After that little chore had been taken care of, he had staggered back to bed. The girls had missed him while he was gone, though he had only been away two minutes. They celebrated his return in a wild and unforgettable manner.
And then he dozed off again. There were intermittent sessions of napping and love-making, and more napping. There were flaming moments when he was overwhelmed by the crush of hot bodies and trembling female flesh.
Even in sleep their bodies all became tossed together, twisting and writhing lazily in a never-ending dance of lust.
And now he found himself awake once more.
He became conscious of the bed moving under him with a slow, rhythmic motion. A soft, lady-like hip was rubbing against his hip. A smooth, fleshy leg got entangled with his legs.
Brian rolled his head to the side.
His two playmates, Candy and Pamela, were tangled up on the bed beside him, their bodies undulating excitedly. Candy was on top, her long black hair tumbling over Pamela's lovely face. Their mouths were pressed tight, their hips and bellies moving in a strange parody of love.
Brian adjusted the pillow under his head and watched in fascination. The two girls were so wrapped up in each other that they did not even know he was awake. It would have made no difference to them anyhow.
Candy began to slither downward, her pursed lips kissing Pamela's pale throat. And then she reached Pamela's quivering, pink-tipped breasts.
He watched with approval as Candy covered one of the big ripe globes with her mouth. Little gasps of delight which poured from Pamela's parted lips told him that Candy was teasing the nipple unmercifully.
Pamela reached down and caught hold of Candy's breasts, squeezing them gently, pressing the soft flesh with her fingers, pinching the nipples.
Though her mouth was filled with soft woman-flesh, Candy managed to utter a low, muted sound of pleasure. Her firm, taut buttocks arched up and began to revolve slowly as she was caught up in the frenzy of passion.
Both girls were tossing deliriously. Soft body slid against soft body, flesh rubbed against flesh. Harsh cries and sobs broke the stillness.
Brian watched in fascination as each girl's passion grew more intense. He noticed the contrast of Candy's dusky, olive skin to the pink-white paleness of Pamela's. Each girl in her own way was a tempting little sex-pot with the ability to turn a man's blood to fire.
Then Candy was on the move once more.
She slid downward on Pamela's straining body, her soft red mouth trailing kisses as it moved lower and lower.
Pamela's hands thrust down restlessly and caught Candy's head. She began to push as she arched and twisted her hips, directing Candy's caresses to the most sensitive parts of her simmering body.
Gradually Candy's lips neared their destination. They moved tentatively at first, brushing gently then they descended and began to kiss with sudden fierceness.
Pamela uttered a deep, throaty cry-like the sound of a wounded animal. Her hips arched up from the bed, her body became as taut as a coiled spring.
Candy lunged at her, pressing and straining, gasping for breath as she made frenzied love to her passionate girlfriend. Candy reached beneath Pamela's churning buttocks and clamped her fingers tightly. She clung to her in a lustful embrace while she continued to shower her soft, lovely body with flaming kisses.
And all the while Pamela tossed deliriously on the bed. Her hands moved frantically up and down Candy's slim back, caressing tenderly, then raking the skin as she was seized by a sudden convulsion.
At last Pamela raised her head weakly and stared down at her lover.
"You too-" she whispered, her voice hoarse with urgency, thick with emotion.
Candy nodded, understanding at once. Quickly she turned about on the bed so that the blonde could give her the same devoted attention she had been receiving.
There was a slight tingling in Brian's loins, the faint beginning of renewed desire, as he watched the lurid scene which was taking place beside him. From that vantage point he was able to see every intimate detail.
He watched the hungering caresses as each girl made love to the other, saw heavy breasts roll against shimmering flesh, smooth-skinned buttocks grow taut with excitement. Arms and legs wrapped tighter and heads moved more frantically as the girls' emotion mounted.
Soft, feminine bodies strained toward the summit. Hands tore desperately at naked flesh. And mouths continued to cling, covering tender flesh with greedy kisses.
Suddenly both girls went rigid. The bed shuddered beneath them as they were seized by violently convulsive tremors. They flung themselves upon each other wantonly as their torment came to a surging finale.
After that there were soft murmurs, a few weak, parting caresses, then both girls rolled away and collapsed into a dream-like trance of utter exhaustion.
Brian knew that they could not be roused again for a while. But after the wild, continuous experience of last night, his own desire had been quenched. There was nothing left but a few glowing embers in his loins sparks that would not burst into flame again for an hour or two.
Until then, he might as well pass the time and let the girls revive themselves with sleep. He had no intention of leaving, of course, because in the back of his mind were visions of another night of voluptuous love-making.
Without bothering to dress, he walked through the apartment to the kitchen. In the refrigerator he found a carton of eggs. He scrambled eggs, made toast and coffee.
After he had eaten his fill, he walked into the living room. The binoculars lay on the cocktail table. Hanging the strap around his neck, he walked over to the window. It would be amusing to spy on his own apartment building from over here. He smiled.
Maybe he would discover some willing young females in his very own building whose existence he was not even aware of. This was something he should have thought of before.
Curiously he looked first for his own apartment, which was deserted of course. Then he moved the binoculars a little to the right. Arthur Webb stood in his kitchen mixing himself a drink.
Brian was intrigued by Arthur Webb the man he would have least suspected of leading a double life. Yet it was true. With his own eyes he had seen Arthur making love to a shapely young blonde.
What was Arthur doing now?
Brian watched with amazement while Arthur dropped a number of ice cubes into a sock! The poor guy must have flipped his lid.
As Brian continued to peer through the binoculars, Arthur swung the sock against his open palm. And then he walked out of the kitchen. Through another window Brian picked him up again. He saw him disappear into the shadows of the hall that led to the bathroom.
In another moment Arthur Webb's shrewish wife stood up from the couch and walked toward the bathroom as if Arthur had called to her.
Then there was some vague activity Brian could not make out, though he could see shadowy movements in the dark hallway. Arthur seemed to be bending over, moving something, maybe a piece of furniture.
Into the bathroom!
The whole thing was crazy as hell.
Brian watched for another three minutes until Arthur appeared again. He walked into the kitchen and emptied the ice cubes from the sock. Maybe he was using it for an ice bag to cure a hangover. Surely he hadn't gotten rid of a headache so quickly.
Brian chewed his lip as he continued to watch through the binoculars at Arthur Webb in the kitchen. Maybe it was something a lot more sinister ...
Where was Arthur's wife?
She had not yet reappeared. So she must still be in the bathroom. If it were not so utterly fantastic, Brian would almost have guessed that Arthur had ... murdered his wife! He certainly had enough motive in the first place, Thelma Webb was the kind of nagging wife who would drive any man to extremes. And then there was the blonde. When a guy fell for a good-looking female, he might be tempted to do a lot of drastic things.
Brian laughed and shook his head.
Of course it was all foolish speculation. If you let your imagination get out of control, you could dream up all kinds of weird ideas.
Nevertheless, something really strange was going on over there in Arthur Webb's apartment. Now he was carrying a telescope through the house, setting it up in the hall near the entrance to the bathroom ... then in the window.
The guy must have flipped his lid, Brian thought as he walked into the bedroom. He saw that Candy and Pamela were still sleeping like babes. He decided not to disturb them for a while longer.
In the kitchen he poured himself another cup of coffee and sat down at the table. He had just lit a cigarette, when the doorbell rang.
Brian stood up to go answer it, when he realized that he had no clothes on. Quickly he went to the bedroom and slipped into his shorts, then his trousers. His feet got tangled in the pants legs, and he nearly pitched forward on his face. He buttoned his shirt as he walked through the living room to the door...