Chapter 3
DAN MCKAY DIDN'T HAVE ANY REAL PLAN. HE'D always operated that way, kind of playing it by ear as he went along-adjusting his talk and actions to each individual female-and he hadn't really given much thought as to how he was going to get into Betty Denning's pocketbook or purse.
That would be figured out after he got into her pants, the latter really more important to him right at the moment, and he still didn't think that was going to be very difficult. Not that he wanted to take any chances on coming on too strong too fast. Even if the attractive woman was showing a great deal of white, smooth-looking flesh-
"I am glad that you decided to come over, Dan. It gets rather boring sitting around all day. Where does Sharon do her shopping?"
Dan chuckled and lifted his eyes from the bare white legs and one firm-looking upper white thigh. The dark eyes seemed to be registering amusement. Or was there a hint of desire lurking just below the surface?
"Sometimes I think that Sharon makes all the shoos in the city, Betty." Dan chuckled again. "I'm not about to go traipsing in and out of stores with any woman. Not even my beautiful wife!"
"I guess all men are just alike in some ways," Betty said, smiling. "I know that I can't get Floyd to go traipsing through stores with me." Betty lowered her eyes. "Sharon is very beautiful, Dan. Just as beautiful as any young woman that I've seen in a long, long time."
"Thank you," Dan said, deciding that he'd pass up the possible opening about men being alike in some ways. It could've been a straight and logical remark, just a part of the rather forced chit-chat they'd been exchanging the two or three minutes he'd been in the apartment, and it wouldn't be wise to try and snow Betty with words about beauty.
The woman was certainly stacked and her face was really quite pretty, but compared to Sharon-well, there simply wasn't any comparison, so it would be silly and stupid to make some glib statement that would undoubtedly do more harm than good.
"I'm usually dressed by this time," Betty said, not meeting Dan's eyes. "I slept rather late this morning."
"Don't let me keep you from lunch or anything," Dan said, failing to lift his own eyes before getting caught staring at her upper thigh. The flare of her rounded hip, actually, and if she hadn't had her legs crossed he would've been able to see her hairs. He grinned. "I had breakfast less than an hour ago and it's shortly after twelve now so you can tell that I wasn't in any hurry to get up, either."
"I've had my usual poached egg and toast," Betty said, slowly covering her dazzling thigh with the red terrycloth robe. "And coffee. Would you like some, Dan?"
Again Dan decided not to be too hasty and jump at what he was almost a double meaning. "I just had some," he said, seeing Betty's eyes go to the archway opening onto the hall that he knew led to the rest of the rooms in the large apartment.
He turned his face and looked, wondering why he hadn't seen the maid before. The young colored girl was wearing a curve-hugging white uniform and a broad smile on her very pretty face. Then he realized that he had seen her, in the building and wearing street clothes, and he'd thought that she could've passed for a white girl if her skin hadn't been such a dark brown. He still thought so.
"Could I get you something before I go, Miss Betty?"
"No, thanks, Thelma. Will you be back in time for dinner?"
"Oh, yes," the girl said, glancing at Dan. "I'll be back by four o'clock for sure."
"All right, Thelma. Oh! This is Mister McKay, Thelma. I-we hope to be seeing a lot of him and his beautiful young wife. They're our new neighbors across the hall. Dan, this is the best maid in the entire South."
Dan smiled. "Hello, Thelma."
"I'm very happy to meet you, Mister McKay."
The girl quickly turned and Dan watched until the long shapely brown legs and jiggling white-covered buttocks had disappeared from his view. He couldn't keep from wondering if Floyd Denning was getting any of the brown stuff; just as he couldn't keep from feeling a little surge of excitement as he thought about the possibilities of getting into the young girl himself.
"Thelma's really a jewel," Betty said. "We've had her for several months now and she's just like one of the family. She's like a third member of our household, I mean, and Floyd likes her just as much as I do. Sharon told me that you might get a servant later."
"When we get settled," Dan said, seeing that the robe had parted at the top. Purposely, he suspected, admiring the white slopes, the rather shallow valley. "I doubt that we could find a jewel like your Thelma, though. In the looks department, at any rate."
"She had a very beautiful body," Betty said. "I've seen her in the nude several times and she's really-well, fantastic might be a good descriptive word. Or fabulous."
"You must have to keep a close eye on Floyd," Dan said, deciding that he might as well begin to see how things were going to work out. Or how fast. He had the feeling that Betty was ready-and was ready for sex at just about any time-but he was in her apartment and it was better to allow her to most of the leading.
"Floyd isn't quite the man he used to be," Betty said, her dark eyes boldly meeting Dan's eyes. "Sometimes I think-but maybe I'd better keep my big mouth shut!" She laughed low in her throat, "I have a habit of speaking rather bluntly at times and I wouldn't want to embarrass or shock you on your very first visit."
"I think that adults should be able to discuss anything without fear of shocking or embarrassing," Dan said, seeing that the robe had slipped off the exciting upper thigh again, and that the long crossed leg was swinging rhythmically. He grinned. "Besides, I can't remember the last time I was embarrassed or shocked because of blunt talk or anything else."
"I consider myself quite worldly," Betty said, her eyes going to her own swinging leg, making no effort to pull the red robe back into place. "That's the reason I sometimes feel that I'd almost welcome finding out that Floyd was making out with our lovely maid. My husband has certain problems, you see, and we've been married so long that I do want him to be happy. Do you understand how I could feel that way, Dan"
"I think so," Dan said. "Yes, of course. But that means that you also have certain problems, doesn't it, Betty?"
Betty was sitting on a couch near the outside door and Dan was sitting in a large upholstered chair, also near the door. He sat up straight and slipped to the edge of the seat cushion as Betty leaned her head and shoulders back and closed her eyes.
"I've managed lo adjust in various ways to the problems created for me by my husband's somewhat limited abilities, Dan."
Dan stared at the swinging leg, remembering that several women had told him that they could reach a climax by causing friction in such a manner. He felt his manhood beginning to strain against his shorts and trousers. He hesitated, tempted to stand up and go to the obviously already passionate woman without saying a word, at the same time his somewhat cautious nature stopping him from doing so. There was always the chance that the married woman was trying to hustle him. He'd stumbled into such a situation a couple of times-
"My wife doesn't have to depend upon any of the various forms of self-stimulation, Betty. Not when I'm around, anyhow, and don't you think that it would be better if we used some of that blunt talk you mentioned?"
"You know what I want," Betty said softly. "If you didn't know, or hadn't known right from the start, I doubt that you'd even be here." She opened her eyes and gave out with the little laugh Dan was beginning to expect and to like. Her dark eyes were smoldering. "But maybe you don't want to cheat on your beautiful young wife."
"I did come because I thought you wanted some action," Dan said, getting to his feet. "And it isn't as if what I do with you could possibly cause any harm to Sharon. It might sound like bragging, but I think there's enough to go around."
Betty had sat up and stopped her swinging leg, uncrossed it, and was staring at the bulge in Dan's tan slacks. He wasn't completely aroused as yet, the restraining shorts and trousers tended to prevent his cock from becoming completely hard, but there was plenty to observe.
"I guess we've both just been kind of teasing each other," Betty said, licking at her full red lips. "Just as I guess you've known that I've wanted you-wanted that-since first meeting you last evening. Am I glad that I got acquainted with Sharon and invited you over! You don't go For the rough stuff, do you? I don't like the way-out creppy jazz." She laughed. "Or jazzing!"
The robe had parted all the way. The black hairs on Betty's mound were short, either growing that way or clipped, and Dan was glad. He didn't like long hairs growing around a pussy. The twin mounds above were rather small and high, poking proudly, and he could see that the small pink tips were already hard. He liked what he saw, and was sure that he'd like the way everything felt.
"I'm not a rough man," Dan said, moving forward and stopping about two feet in front of Betty. She didn't lift her eyes from that which seemed to fascinate her. "I'll treat you in any way you wish, Betty." He chuckled. "With the hope that Sharon doesn't find out. I wouldn't want to lose my happy home for a few minutes of-"
"Don't say minutes," Betty interrupted. "If Sharon has gone shopping that should give us a couple of hours for fun and pleasure. Are you a long-lasting man, Dan? So many younger fellows are on and in and out and off like rabbits."
"I've never been called a rabbit," Dan said, wondering what the staring woman would say if she knew that Sharon hadn't gone shopping. He'd lied about that, feeling that if Betty knew that his wife was home the action that seemed to be on the way to being started might've been postponed. He was dangerously near being broke and it might turn out that Sharon couldn't score with Floyd-
"I don't want you to think that I'm a whore," Betty said, again licking her lips. "I might be easy, I am easy as hell, but I'm not a whore."
"I didn't think that you meant to charge me," Dan said, this time wondering what the staring woman would do or say if she knew that he hoped to collect in some way for his services. He waited for several seconds and when Betty still didn't look up, he asked, "Do you want to go to a bedroom, Betty?"
"I want you to sit down beside me," Betty said, leaning back and looking down at her own nakedness. "Maybe I just want to kiss and neck a little and that's all. Would you rape me if I resisted, Dan? Would you take that big thing out and jam it in me even if I didn't want you to? If I told you not to?
Dan hoped that Betty wasn't really going to turn out to be as kooky as she was beginning to sound. He hoped that she was just nervous and yapping in such a manner because of that nervousness, but if she wanted to play some fancy games he'd go along with her. He'd known women who wanted to be chased and taken, simulating rape scenes he'd read that most women secretly or subconsciously dreamed about, and as long as they hadn't wanted the way-out sadistic stuff he'd been willing to go along with their whims or quirks.
Betty looked up at him, smiling, seemingly waiting for him to sit down, answer, or both. He sat down beside her, not touching, turning his butt sideways, and looked at her high and firm-looking breasts. Without touching he could tell that the white skin was smooth. She had the body of a young girl, really-outwardly, anyway-and he hoped that Sharon would be equally as well-preserved in ten years.
"I've never physically raped any females, Betty. Like most men, I've mentally raped my share, but as I told you, I'm really not a rough man. Have you ever been raped?"
"No, but I've had the usual thoughts about how it would be, what I would do if a man wanted me that badly, and I think I'd follow the old saying about trying to relax and enjoy it. The bit goes something like that, anyhow. Is that really as large as it appears to be?"
"Do you really want me to say the obvious?" Dan asked, meeting Betty's glowing dark eyes. He shifted his gaze to the moistly parted lips. "Do you get an extra bang out of stalling, Betty? Or are you hesitating because you don't like to cheat on your husband?"
"Shut up and kiss me," Betty whispered.