Chapter 8
Kay Faubus took another pillow and braced it behind her as she boosted herself higher on the cot. She looked at Carla Torro, who sat on the foot of the bed. Both of the girls were dressed in shortie nighties. Both looked contemplative and lovely. They were alone, their roommates having left early for the beach.
"I'm glad we've had this talk," said Kay. "It's funny, I guess most girls have problems, but until we share them, we think we're the only ones."
"That's the way I've always felt," Carla said. She flushed slightly and turned to the side. Then, without looking at Kay, she said, "I I hope you don't think I'm terrible for telling you so many personal things about myself."
"I don't," Kay said. "And it's best that you've been able to talk about it."
Carla uncurled her legs from beneath her hips and boosted to the edge of the bed. She clasped her hands together and looked quite tense. She looked at Kay, but did not speak.-
"Bet you're trying to make a decision," Kay said.
"I am."
"Well?"
"Do you think it would be good for me to see him to well, to tell this man this Adam about my problem?"
"I truly don't know," Kay said. "As I told you, he seems very wise maybe he can help you." She paused and flushed a bit herself; then she said, "He didn't help me, but that doesn't mean he won't be able to help you."
"Will you come with me?" Carla asked.
"Of course," Kay replied.
Carla stood up and turned toward Kay. "All right, I'll do it. It's worth the try."
"I think so, too," Kay said. "But you have to understand what I told you about Adam that he'll well, he's very bold."
"Everybody at Fort Bixdale is bold," Carla said. "You warned me that's enough."
Kay pushed off the bed.
The girls dressed slowly, taking as much time with shorts and blouse as if it were evening attire they were donning.
The sun was past its high-noon peak when they finally left the motel. They went directly to the beach and from it, through Kay's lead, found the beachcomber's ramshackle beach house. They paused at the clearing which revealed the house.
"I'm a little frightened," Carla admitted.
"So am I," Kay confessed. "And I've been here before."
More slowly now, they proceeded to the front entrance of the house. They paused; then Kay lifted her fist and tapped lightly on the door. It shook on its hinges. When there was no response, she tapped again.
"Your host is approaching," a voice sounded from inside the place.
Carla looked at Kay and raised her eyebrows.
"That's him," Kay said. "I'd know that voice anywhere."
The door pulled open from the inside and Adam smiled out at them. Kay, seeing him for the first time since she had submitted to the odd sexual experiences he had invoked, felt a quiver of excitement at her stomach and loins.
"Welcome welcome to my humble dwelling," Adam said, looking first at Kay, then at Carla.
"Hello, Adam," Kay responded. Then she introduced Carla. Adam was charming. His eyes were boldly committed to a surveillance of Carla's body. He bowed deeply, took her hand, kissed it, then rose and released it while his eyes touched at all of her once again.
Carla seemed pleased with Adam's manner, but troubled by his appearance. He wore the dirty beachcomber pants that Kay remembered, but they had been cut off above the knees and were now dirty, ragged, makeshift bermudas. His chest was bare. So were his legs and feet.
"Well, come in, I've been expecting you," Adam said. He stood aside while the girls entered the house.
The room was as Kay remembered it: cluttered, dirty, without adequate furnishings, with paintings most of them obscene in every corner of the room a mad genius's work spilling into the world, it seemed.
Kay looked around, glanced at Carla as if she were waiting for her to make an explanation. Then, when she did not, Kay said, "I've brought my friend here, Adam to see you and well, perhaps you can help her."
"I can," he said. "I've been anticipating this visit from Carla."
"You have?" Kay said.
"Oh, really now," Carla said.
"Don't make lightly of my ability to forecast problems," he said sternly.
"I didn't mean to offend you," Carla said quickly.
"No matter. You're here for help I'm here to provide it," Adam told her, again glancing over the contours of her body, which were delightfully revealed through her skimpy attire.
"Be seated," Adam advised. "We'll have a drink or perhaps some native fruit, then we'll proceed with the difficulties that plague your life, Carla Torro."
Kay looked around, then selected a cushion. She lowered to it. Carla moved close to her and lowered herself to the straw floor, moving to sit as close as possible to her friend.
When they were settled, they both looked up at Adam. Then they looked away from him as they heard movement coming from one of the adjoining rooms in the area around the bar and through the kitchen.
Kay gasped slightly when the boy entered the room. She had not anticipated another. And she very definitely had not expected to see a boy of her own age in the chambers of the beachcomber, Adam. It made her feel suddenly shamed and shy.
"Do not be alarmed," Adam said, looking first at Kay, then at Carla. "This is York. He is my assistant actually, my apprentice, so, what can be revealed to me can also be revealed to him."
The boy looked very serious. He bowed politely, but did not change his expression.
He was quite the most handsome boy Kay had ever seen. He was very tall and thin, yet looked strong as steel. He, like Adam, wore the tattered garments of a beachcomber. But, unlike Adam, he was closely shaved and looked clean and showered. He wore bermudas, old and torn, but faded-clean. His upper torso was bare and looked very hard and athletic. He was as brown as a native. It brightened his light blonde hair and made his blue eyes appear like the color of the sky.
Kay gazed at him, then glanced away. The boy seemed out of place with Adam. If it were not for his presence in the place, Kay would have thought of him as just another college boy vacationing in Fort Bixdale. The looks of the boy stirred her. But his designation as an "apprentice" by Adam, frightened her.
"York, will you be good enough to serve us a herb-drink?" Adam asked.
"Of course," the boy replied. His voice was deep and steady.
The boy disappeared from the room. His step was quick and sure. In a moment he returned with three coconut shells the halves of them which served as cups. Each was half filled with a white, brownish-streaked liquid. York passed the shells to the girls, then gave the last one to Adam.
"Oh, you're not joining us in a drink today," Adam said.
"No. Not today," York answered.
Kay thought the words had hidden meaning, that they were somehow of the utmost importance, much as if they answered some turning point in the boy's life. And strangely, for some reason she did not understand, Kay was happy to hear the boy's refusal of a drink. She didn't know why, only that it pleased her very much.
"To happy sexuality," Adam said, lifting his cup.
The girls lifted theirs, too, then waited as Adam downed his drink. Together, they raised the coconut shells and swallowed all of the liquor.
When Kay put her cup down, she noticed that York was staring intently at her. Then she felt a burn at her stomach that threatened to invade all of her body, especially her thighs and breasts. She wondered if the sensation had come from the drink, or from the boy's eyes upon her.
"Now the problem awaits its solving," Adam said. He looked sternly at Carla, then continued with, "You are a slave of self-love, are you not? Isn't that why you have this day sought me out?"
Carla gasped. She straightened, her body alerting in a way that made her breasts bulge outward from the neckline of her blouse. She did not answer Adam.
"Do not be aghast, child," Adam said. "First, you must learn that I know all things and that I cure all problems. Even yours which, to you, seems so unbreakable."
"I I well, I hope you can," Carla finally replied.
"Of course I can," he exclaimed, his voice rising. "York, my boy, my foster-son, my apprentice and heir, get the necessary implements for our Phase 3 Endeavors."
The boy turned toward him quickly, then, amazed, said, "Phase 3?"
"Yes of course. That's what's indicated in this situation."
"But, Adam " the boy started, then stopped. "Don't you think that maybe today you shouldn't well, after all, considering the the age of your your patient and everything, well, maybe we shouldn't . "
"Are you questioning my choice of therapeutic measures?" Adam asked indignantly.
"No, but . "
"Just get the implements," Adam said sternly. "Get them, then return to your position as an apprentice not as the master himself."
The boy nodded, then left the room.
Kay watched his quick step as he departed from the room. Again, a frantic stir of emotions crushed at her breasts and at her thighs. And again, she wondered if the drink had caused it or if it came from reaction to the handsome boy, York. She did not know. But one thing she did understand was the thrill she received from York's brief, but definite, resistance to Adam's commands. It was very exciting. And it made her think again that the boy had reached some turning point some intersection of life's paths from which he would choose one, and not the others, upon which he would proceed toward one of several different kinds of futures.
"Now, you, my child, stand," Adam instructed Carla.
She looked up at him a moment, then, very slowly, rose to her feet and took a position directly in front of Adam.
"Ah, that's very good," he said, his eyes touching at all of her. "Now, why one so beautiful as you should resist the advances of a male prefer your own advances to those of an opposite member is quite bewildering, but not entirely without foundation within the history of sexuality. And the problem, reduced to its simplest terms, becomes quite basic. You the subject must be appealed to gradually and with a variety of inducements some of touch and feel, even those which might seem quite remote to the art of love-making itself."
Carla straightened her body, much as if she were a soldier receiving a citation. Kay straightened, too, but did so out of curiosity for Adam's words, for what she expected him to do. Kay's body burned, seemed ignited. And her heart fluttered for the return of York, for another sight of him, for the sound of his voice, for his presence and the confidence she felt in it. And it all seemed so strange that she should feel this for a boy she did not know. But then she corrected herself she had given, and taken, liberties with others she did not know, had given much. But always, she had forbidden the joined unity of a sexual act. Fleetingly, she thought of her uncle, remembered her life with him, that he had been her only sexual partner. Then she felt heartsick when she realized how close she was to returning to that life how soon her vacation at Fort Bixdale would be ended.
"Allow me," Adam said.
He stepped close to Carla, then reached out both hands and deftly undid the buttons of her blouse. Carla flushed vividly, but did not move nor resist Adam's fingers working upon her clothing. Soon, Adam removed the blouse from her body, slipping it over her shoulders as gently as a seamstress. Carla's breasts quivered when the blouse was removed. They were white-pink, but free of a bra. They were very firm and the nipples pointed like fingers. Adam sighed appreciatively, then brought his fingers to both breasts, touching at them lightly and carefully as if he were a doctor probing for responses. And there was response the tightening of her stomach muscles, the lengthening of her already long breast tips. "Ah, yes, indeed," Adam said.
Kay looked at him very carefully, trying to decide if Adam was truly objective a real practitioner or if he felt response himself for the caress he brought to Carla. He did. Kay observed the gradual bulging of his dirty bermudas in the area of his thighs.
Adam now bent a bit and carefully slid down the zipper of Carla's shorts. Then he unhooked the top latch of them. And then he lowered them, bending before her like an impersonal servant. Then, when he had discharged the shorts after she stepped out of them, he slowly rose, looking at all of her bareness as his eyes traveled upward, passing calves and knees arid thighs and stomach and breasts and at last shoulders.
Kay could see that Carla quivered. She could see, too, the quick tightening of her stomach muscles and that her nipples appeared to be hardening and cracking. Kay knew that the drinks they had consumed had offered inhibition, made Carla, and perhaps herself, too, insensitive to the display of their bodies.
"Oh, my, you are indeed a beauty," Adam exclaimed.
He stepped back and appraised her, then stepped forward again, his hands before him, cupped and ready. First, he lifted her breasts in his hands. Then he released them. Then he trailed his fingers over her breasts and downward to her navel. Here, he paused. Then he flattened his hands ancT spread them over all of her stomach. Carla's body stammered; then her stomach withdrew from his touch, went inward and rippling. Adam brought his hands away from her body. He stepped back. Then he moved forward again, bent, and kissed at Carla's breasts. He started gently, then moved fast, reached a rapid pace of gulping and consumption and mouthing and tonguing, then moved slowly again. And then he left her breasts and from his cramped, bent position moved lower upon her body, visibly showing his tongue now as it raked over her body, went from lower breasts to ribs to navel and then just a bit below it. And all the time Carla remained erect. But not without movement. Her body quivered, her breathing increased, her breasts heaved and great trembling waves washed over her.
Kay watched the scene and felt her own responses to Adam's kisses, to his tongue, his hands, to all of him that gave so tenderly to her friend. Kay's breasts bulged. She felt the nipples harden. Her own stomach muscles tightened. And as she watched the naked body of Carla caressed, it seemed that her friend was an extension of herself, that she, Kay, was the recipient of Adam's love-touches as much as was Carla.
Kay looked around, expecting to see York return. But he did not. Then she felt a sudden terror as she wondered if he had perhaps left the beach house through another door, if the decision that seemed to peck at him had been made and had taken him away from her. The thought made her very sad.
"Recline, my dear," Adam said, raising straight again. "Recline on these mats while we intensify the therapy, while we further break down your reservations about the male animal and your own lovely body."
Carla obeyed as if she were hypnotized. She kicked off her sandals, then pushed with one bare foot until two long mats came together at her feet. Then she lowered to them. She stretched on her back.
Adam went to her quickly. He kissed her hard on the mouth and it was very evident that Carla responded, that she grasped his tongue and nibbled upon it while his hands moved downward and touched at all of her body once more. Soon, Adam broke their fierce kiss. Then he kissed at all of her again, not pausing until he reached her thighs. Then he paused. But only for a moment. Only until he breathed deeply, then buried himself to the pleasure of her softness, her womanliness, her great, gifting, bodily delight.
Kay felt a gasp rise in her throat, then subside. She looked, fascinated, at the laboring Adam, and remembered how this love had felt. And she thought it was enchanting the way Carla's body twisted, kind of arched, then lowered, then arched again and again as Adam buried himself deeper, became almost lost from view as even his legs trembled as they supported him in his squatting, lapping position.
Kay envisioned herself in Carla's place, just as she had once been with Adam, and for a few moments felt the same response her friend was feeling. But then she stopped the visions. And Adam stopped his oral overtures of adoration.
York came hurrying back into the room.
Kay uttered a little cry. She hadn't meant for it to escape her lips, but it did. And it was for nothing more than the reappearance of York. She looked quickly at his bare chest and shoulders and felt her heartbeat quicken. Even his legs, which were bare beneath his bermudas, sent a ripple of thrill through her body.
"Well, my young friend, you've returned," Adam said, pushing up from his hunched position over Carla. "But, York, you're empty handed you did not do my bidding."
"Adam I've been thinking," York said. "You know, this is awful well what I mean is, with these kids do you think . "
"I think all the time," Adam interrupted. His voice was very severe. "Now, do as I say get the implements that are indicated."
York glanced at Kay, then looked to the floor for a moment before raising them to Adam again. "I think you better reconsider what you're doing, Adam really, I do, and it's not because I owe you so much it's just good sense. So . "
"Silence!" Adam commanded. "Not another word. And I'll get the things myself."
Adam hurried from the room. York remained standing where he was. But he turned and looked at Carla as she pushed her naked body up to a sitting position. The boy's face flushed pink, but he did not immediately glance away from the girl's body. He looked at her breasts, their nipples, and at the way her bare legs locked together beneath her hips, pursing her upward and outward. But then he glanced away. He looked at Kay. Now, there was a different light in his eyes, an expression that carried more than the erotic, one that seemed to convey warmth and understanding and some deep sadness for their plight for his, and for that of the girls.
Adam bustled back into the room carrying a huge suitcase. He placed it on the floor, then looked at York.
"You're hardly in form to participate in this therapy," Adam said. "So remain quiet and watchful and unhappy for having doubted me."
York glanced to the floor and looked very much like a small boy who had been caught in a cookie-jar misdemeanor. Kay, intent upon York's reaction to Adam, felt very sorry for the boy, felt that he must be some type of prisoner of Adam's, that he had been, and was still, forced to do the older man's bidding because of some strange power Adam held over him.
Adam bent to the suitcase and unsnapped the locks. Then he raised the lid and extracted from within a crinkly, tight appearing, leather suit of some strange sort. He lifted it. His fingers touched it lovingly, rubbing against the material as he moved. Then he turned to Carla.
"You are a neat, very fastidious person," Adam declared. "And as such there is a certain reality to your disinclination to cohabit with boys with men with anyone or anything that might upset the demeanor of your person. Therefore, it is wise that you taste of other types of sexual stimulation, as an example, the stimulation this divine costume can bring to you."
He let the leather garment flip open and drop full length from his hands, which he held high in front of him.
At first, the sight of the odd garment startled Kay. She edged forward on her cushion and peered to see it more clearly. It was long and crinkly, meant to cover a body from neck to ankles. And the substance of the material seemed something special. Although it looked soft and crinkly, it appeared that it would cover one tightly, clamp itself to skin like a second layer. Looking at it, seeing the way Adam held it caressingly with his fingers, made Kay wonder how she herself might react to concealment by the garment. Then she looked at Carla to ascertain this girl's reaction.
Carla seemed unmoved. Her bare body was pink, but Kay knew that it appeared not as a blush but as a result of Adam's great kissing and mouthing of her skin. Kay looked closely into Carla's eyes. They were vacant of any sign of resistance to the garment that Adam held. They seemed to have formed a vacuum from which nothing could clearly be discerned. And as Kay looked at Carla, she realized that her friend had steeled herself for an experiment in sex for any kind of experiment that might free her of the bondage of self-love. Kay realized, too, that undoubtedly the drink that Carla had consumed had been more potent than her own, had, because Carla was the subject of the day, been made especially strong with the aphrodisiac ingredients of Adam's kitchen.
"Come, my dear," Adam said to Carla. "Arise and don this sensual covering."
Carla stood up and moved close to Adam. He smiled. A slight tremor rippled his body as he handed the leather garment to Carla. And at his loins there was the very noticeable new growth that had come to him, stretching outward toward Carla, toward her and toward the garment as if the two were one, as if the sexuality of nakedness and leather had merged to excite him wildly.
Carla took the garment. She lifted it and looked at it. Then she lowered it to the floor and raised one bare foot. She gathered the material in waves as she brought the opening over her foot, then bunched it higher. Then she lowered her foot, stood straight, and pulled on the top of the garment, making it creep up her leg, slowly and stickily as it sought to cling to every inch of her leg. At last she had pulled it all the way up to her thigh. She paused and rested. She breathed deeply. Her breasts jiggled madly now, showing the excitement she felt for this caress of leather that she had never before known. Then she bent and placed her other foot within the leather garment's opening.
Kay, enthralled, watched. As she saw her friend pull hard on the leather, bringing it over the other foot as high as her ankle, it was as if Kay, too, experienced the caress of the moving leather as it crept shudderingly over nudity. She felt, as Carla must feel, she was sure, the catch and ripple of the leather against her skin as it moved from ankles to calf to knee then stopped then resumed over the knee, and finally over the thigh and high, where it pinched in hard lines at the joining of the soft thighs.
Carla expelled a long sigh. She did not move to raise the leather higher. She rested. But then, after looking at Adam and seeing his stern eyes upon her, she did move. She pulled the leather over her hips. It moved slowly, sticking to her like tape as it gradually slithered higher. When Carla rested again, a new pinch of leather was very noticeable at the top of her thighs. Here, the leather was wrinkled. And it pulsated, was moved by the new steam that had come to Carla's body. It looked like a tent pinched tight at the top to form taut lines and crevices. In a moment, Carla tightened her grasp upon the leather and brought it over her arms and shoulders. Now, the only flesh that showed was through the gaping opening of the suit down Carla's front. It revealed her breasts, then swooped downward in a giant V until it gathered close together at the top of her thighs. And then Carla reached and began to close that V from the bottom to the top. At the bottom of her breasts, she paused again. Then she raised her other hand and pushed against her breasts, making them hide within the leather. When they were secure secure but bulging outwardly against the leather in a way that showed the full lines of them, that showed, too, the hard nipple points pressuring against leather Carla enclosed them in leather as she edged the zipper higher and higher and higher, until at last it stopped at the throat. Then she locked it. Then she was encased in leather except for head and hands and feet.
"Ahhhh, divine," Adam said in a low, loving tone.
Carla stood like a statue for a moment; then she moved, forward and a bit bent. The movement caused the leather to ripple over her like the tiny surface waves of a pond. And her face showed the effect the leather had upon her. Her eyes narrowed, looked sensual and very willing. Her lips parted slightly, showed red and hungry. And a flush that was different from the other flush of her body came into view at her face. It was one of heat, response, a wave of passion that had undisputedly captured her body.
Kay felt her own body tremble. She felt her nipples push against her blouse. She curved her long, bare legs beneath her buttocks and the action made her feel as if she, too, were experiencing a caress. She grew very warm there, and the heat seemed to center, then surge upward to cover her waist and ribs and breasts, and even her shoulders and arms and face.
"Move, child that's it, move move and thrill," Adam said, his voice rising excitedly.
Carla obeyed. She moved in a circle, she bent, she raised her arms high above her head, then she walked in a circle, then she leaped and bent and raised again. And all the time the leather worked in new exciting experiments upon her body. It stuck to her like tape. But it moved with her movements, pinched at her loins, rippled against her breasts, stammered stickily down her belly and pinched again at her thighs and legs, even at her ankles. And her face showed mounting passion, giant strides toward greater thrill that she now anticipated.
Adam watched her; then he gave the command for greater thrill.
"All right, lovely girl, quiet now. Be quiet and express all the sensations you feel upon another give the gift of excitement to him who is responsible for your awakening."
Carla remained impassive. But the words confused Kay, confused her, that is, until she saw that Adam was hurrying out of his clothes.
When he was nude, Adam approached Carla. He stood in front of her, his eyes drifting over her leather-clad body. Then he raised his hands and, touching lightly, ran them over all of the leather that concealed her.
He touched at her shoulders and arms, at her collarbone, at her breasts, slowly here, working his fingers around all the full roundness of her breasts, then stabbing lightly at the dart-like nipples which pushed against leather. Carla swayed her body to his touch. She undulated as he touched her, moved from side to side, obviously feeling the combined thrill of leather and fingers touching leather to press it ever harder against her body.
And then Adam stopped. He raised his hands and brought them around Carla's neck. Then he pressured downward and said, "Come to me, little darling, come and bequeath thrill to your master."
Adam lowered to the floor. Guiding Carla by his hands around her neck, he urged her to kneel in front of him as he attained a sitting position. And if at first, Kay, watching, doubted that Adam intended to participate in love-making with Carla, she changed her mind when she saw the stretch of his thirsting manhood rising between them.
When Carla was on her knees and perched at Adam's feet, he urged her head forward, then out of sight as he arched slightly, at the same time raising and bracing his knees at each side of her dark head. Then he expelled a long, passionate sigh and forced her head lower. And then he released it and it moved on its own, up and down, out of sight and into view, then down and up again, and always faster and faster as Adam churned and arched and stammered words of encouragement. And then he bent forward and ran his hands over the length of leather that covered Carla's back. He fingered it, pinched it, tried, and failed, to gather it in a knot and away from her body. And all the time the pace grew more frantic, faster and faster, deeper and more delaying, then up and free for a moment before descending upon him again.
And then Adam called a pause to Carla's action upon his body. He looked at Kay, then said, "Come here, my dear, come here and you, too, shall know the rapture of love you can be the beneficiary of this great experiment. It can be you who will know the final fury of the gifts I have to give you."
Kay's heart thudded. But much as if she, too, had become weak before the will of Adam, she rose and walked a few paces to Adam's side. First, she looked at Carla, who had raised her head and waited anxiously to resume her experiment; then she looked into Adam's eyes.
"Undress, child quickly now, disband those earthly garments those elements of sin."
Kay, staring straight into Adam's eyes, unbuttoned her blouse, then pulled it from her body. Her large breasts loomed forth like anxious moons. Then she unzipped the side of her shorts and stepped out of them, at the same time kicking her sandals from her feet.
Without instructions, of her own accord as if she were joined to Adam's wishes by some secret rapport, Kay seated herself next to him at his side, very close to his bare body, close, too, to the joining that he and Carla made.
Adam placed one hand around Carla's neck again. Then he urged her forward. And at the same time he twisted a bit, faced Kay, and urged her to a prone position at his side.
Carla resumed her fevered attentions. And Adam joined them, not with her but with Kay. He pressed his mouth tightly to her lips, then pierced them with his tongue as he groaned into her mouth the sound of his excitement his excitement for the duality of Carla at his waist, and himself actively embraced with Kay.
Kay tasted his tongue and tried to remember it. But she could not. Something occurring within an instant had happened to her, something that made her wish to join her friend and Adam, wished to become a part of love not to be left out, cold, forlorn, without attention.
Kay nibbled hard, then drew upon the piercing tongue of Adam. And as she took it and made it hers, she felt the jolt of his body which indicated his response to Carla's attentions, a response that Kay wondered about, wondered how in the world he could focus attention upon her while receiving the most erotic stimulation from another source.
But he did. Tremendously so. He lurched and arched and thrust his body without for a moment losing the unity of his mouth which remained glued to Kay's.
But then, suddenly, he broke his embrace with Kay. He twisted, even as his body now pumped up and down to meet Carla's rhythm, and brought his mouth from Kay's, lower to her breasts, then lower to her breasts and belly. Kay was enraptured. She remembered her previous experience with Adam and wished fervently that he would not disappoint her, would instead provide all that he had previously provided. Adam paused and then buried more deeply to her, moving his head from side to side just as Carla was moving her head upon him. Kay breathed deeply and arched a bit. It was cause for a more erotic lapping by Adam. And he varied the action, moved from the sensitive high point of her body to rest and pause by kissing at her under-thighs in a teasing, promising manner. When he returned to a new brisk whipping of her, Kay cried out signs of her excitement, begging for even closer attention, for a greater and even more dynamic caress of her body. Adam gave it. He buried himself deeper, and then interspersed his quick spanking of her smoothness with periodic and very long runs of all of her body that was exposed to him.
Soon, a flutter, both familiar and strange, coursed through her body. Then it grew and Kay knew that it would soon be irresistible, that she would soon not be able to stop, even if she desired to. And her passion spiraled upward, hot and heady. She moved more frantically, lashing her body in a way that nearly buried Adam at her thighs. Her arms smothered him as they lashed to his head and hugged him tight.
Suddenly, Adam blubbered a sound of great, although muffled, sensation. Kay turned and could see that Carla was nearing the end of her course, that she would soon be finished with her quest upon Adam's extended body. She turned back, pressured harder upon Adam's head as she arched her thighs even more strainingly to him.
Adam strained too, did so mightily, and it was the sign of his completion, his release, one that he wished not to inflict upon Kay. As Carla raised and pushed away from his body, Adam rolled, twisted, then hunched so that he was able to grasp Kay's buttocks, raise them and thus form a deeper cradle for his moving mouth. So intense was his grip that it seemed he sought to bury himself completely within the girl. His movements became frantic, his head a blur as it twisted and shook in unity with his body, which also shook madly. Tremors of thrill rocked both of them, then rocked them again and again. And from her toes the climactic thrill started for Kay, began to climb upward on her body, inflaming her, skyrocketing her up and up and up toward the explosive end of sexual happiness.
But it did not come. It was not destined that Kay should know this climb of her body, not the climb and not the end that was meant to be reached.
"Stop it for Crissakes, stop it!" the boy, York, suddenly shouted.
Kay turned at the same time that York leaped at them. He gripped Adam by the shoulders, then flung him away from Kay's body. Then he reached, gripped her by her long black hair and by one shoulder and lifted her to her feet.
"Get dressed get dressed and get out of this filth," he shouted. "You both of you right now. Get. Hurry. Hurry before you're ruined forever."
Adam sat up and looked at the boy with a strange, uncommon look of fear. He looked at the girls, then back to the boy. He did not speak.
Kay felt blood rush to her face. It was as if she had been slapped. And she felt confused and left wanting, for she had been near her end, so near that for a moment it seemed that she might still erupt. But she did not. Instead, she did as the boy ordered. She reached for her clothes, picked them up and, still nude, walked to the door.
Carla got to her feet. Wordlessly, she followed Kay's example. She unzipped the leather garment, this time without any feeling for the material that touched and caressed at her body. Then she stepped out of it and picked up her blouse and shorts and sandals. She moved to the door next to Kay.
"Go on, leave, get out," York shouted.
At last, Kay found her voice and said, "But what about you? Are you staying here?"
York looked from her to Adam, then back again. Then he said, "No, I'm leaving, too." He turned to Adam, then added, "Find yourself another boy. I'm sorry. I just can't take any more of this. I was down and out you gave me a place and and food and maybe a little hope too. But well, thanks but that's all I'm I'm through good-bye."
York hurried to the door, then flung it open. He pushed against Kay's shoulder, forced her outside as if she were in a room that carried the plague.
When the door closed behind them and they had walked a dozen paces away from Adam's beach house, Kay paused. She looked at York. Then she felt the pains of great embarrassment. She brought her clothes to her front, covering her body as much as possible. Carla, as if coming out of a trance, did the same.
"It's all right," York said. "Dress dress, then I'll walk you back a ways."
The girls went behind a beach bush. They dressed. Then they reappeared.
York nodded in a direction that led back to the main part of the Fort Bixdale beach. They walked that way, silently, with no words between them. But Kay felt a blaze of heat, and she knew now that it was not caused by the interruption of her bursting passion. She knew that it came from genuine thrill for the bold boy, for the dashing York who had taken it upon himself to interrupt intimacies because he cared about her. Kay knew that it was true that York suddenly and without history of acquaintance with her had stopped Adam from bringing her to an end because he cared for her enough to make her leave the house of a man who had been for a while his master.
York halted. So did the girls.
"You'll be all right now," he said. "Don't go back there. Not ever. The whole thing's a gimmick to give Adam what he-likes. There are some people around here who have become enslaved by him. I was one of them. For a little while, at least. But you two leave don't go back. Never."
"But what about you?" Kay finally asked. "What will you do? Where will you be? How can I find you again?"
"You probably won't," he said. "I well, I have to make a lot more decisions about my life."
"But I have to see you again," Kay pleaded, unashamed of her candid enthusiasm for him.
"Maybe," York said. "But I doubt it."
He turned and walked away. Kay looked after him, feeling the most horrid unhappiness she had ever known.