Chapter 11
Sophia remained in bed the following morning-as did Betty and George, in their room-while Jeff sat at the breakfast table with his second cup of coffee and pored carefully over his notes on the Glu-Pane project.
He glanced up when Lupita's rotund buttocks moved past. She was going about her chores in the kitchen. When she returned to the table a moment later to ask if she could fetch him anything, Jeff reached out and wrapped his hand around the back of her leg just above the knee. He slowly slid his hand upward, along her stocking, over her garter slips, onto her warm silken flesh, then around the silk-on-silk softness of her buttocks.
"Meester Bardell!" she breathed. But she did not move away and she didn't attempt to push down his hand.
He could have taken her right there with no effort at all. He could have toppled her onto the cold kitchen floor, pulled her skirt and slip up to her waist, and summarily removed her panties. She would h^ye lain with her fleshy buttocks against the linoleum while he fucked her. He felt there would have been no challenge to it at all.
He took his hand away from her and let her skirt fall back to place.
Lupita's face was slightly flushed and she breathed a little harder as she asked, "Ees there anytheeng else?"
"No. Thank you."
He watched her leave.
Yes. It was like shooting fish in the well-known barrel. Sex had always been more or less like that to him because of his money. For some recent examples, he thought of the hospital nurse, who had first been attracted to him because he was Jeff
Bardell, Junior. Then there was Diane at the office. He could just as easily-hell, more easily-have taken her himself than to force her to make love with the office boy while he watched.
They were all too easy.
No-not all of them.
Kris was an exception. She had fought him and had threatened to prosecute him for rape if he forced himself upon her. He recalled what she had said about sex-that it was sacred to her and that she did not play around. She had divorced her husband because he was catting with other women. Yet, she wasn't cold. He had discovered that much.
He had a strong urge to see her again-today. But this time they would talk. He wanted to get close to her. Sex was not in his mind.
"Meester Bardell," Lupita saia from the doorway. "The hospital."
A peculiar tingling sensation went through him. He got up and walked to the extension telephone on the wall. He answered it.
"Jeff? This is Pat."
"Oh, yes. How are you?"
Quickly his mind flashed images of the other night at the motel: Patty approaching his bed with the towel wrapped around her, on her back on the sheet as he petted her red pussy hair and kissed her innumerable freckles.
"I'm fine," she said. "Your father's very much improved, also. He wants to see you."
"Oh?"
"Shall I tell him you'll be right over?"
Jeff hesitated for a moment then said, "All right. I'm leaving now."
He left the house without saying anything to Sophia, without even checking to see if she was awake. The Finstads remained sacked in, as well. He hoped Sophia would send them packing when she got up.
During the five-minute drive, he thought about what Pat had said to him the other night after he blurted out the story of his mother's suicide. Pat had suggested that perhaps he had not been fair in blaming his father for what had happened.
His mother had been weak. He realized that. But a weak person needed love and encouragement, not dominating repression which was apt to kill the human spirit and bring about a vegetable-like existence.
He parked the car and entered the hospital building. Pat met him, looking pretty as ever with her round, billowing breasts pressing forward against the starched material of her uniform, her sexy bottom twitching as she walked down the corridor in front of him. She was not quite as friendly toward him as she had been, and this was understandable in view of the way he had talked the other night.
She let him into his father's room and stepped back outside, closing the door softly.
The old man was alone. There was no oxygen tent around him now, and he was sitting up in bed. He seemed alert, and his color was much improved.
"Hello, Dad," Jeff said in a tone that was almost impersonal. "How are you feeling?"
The elder Bardell's gray eyes glinted. His lips were thin and straight, unsmiling. He motioned Jeff to the chair beside his bed and didn't bother to answer the young man's question.
He said, "Kelly was just here." His speech was slow and deliberate, but the old timbre was back in it and practically all the tongue-thickness was gone. "He gave me a report on you.'*
"Yeah? What did he have to say?"
Bardell's eyes narrowed. "That you have conducted yourself like unprincipled fool, as if you were out to wreck the business instead of to perpetuate and preserve it."
"It's like you to accept his judgment of me."
"Do you deny that you fired Miss Watson, that you asked an office boy to pick a new secretary for you, and that the two of you carried on with her in your office for nearly an hour while Miss Watson sat outside your door crying?"
"I didn't know she was crying. As for choosing his own secretary, a man can do that on a whim if he likes. Watson is a prune."
"There's more. You have shunted Kelly aside, and you've been monopolizing the research and accounting departments for the last few days, upsetting their routine completely, to try to accomplish something that's hopeless."
"The Glu-Pane project?"
"Yes."
"I thought that was one of your pets."
"It was. But Kelly tells me that Research recommended against it. They said Glu-Pane could not be produced competitively. Now I'm sure they considered all possibilities before they turned in that report. What you should have done was to accept it and let the matter drop."
"They didn't consider all the possibilities," Jeff argued. "We made great progress in overcoming some of the problems."
"Bosh! Kelly tells me ... "
"The devil with Kelly! I'm your son and I'm telling you Glu-Pane is practicable. If we don't come up with it, a competitor will. How much in annual sales will that cause us to lose?"
"Glu-Pane is out," the elder Bardell stated adamantly. "And as of now, you are out, too."
Jeff recoiled as if he had been slapped.
"I'm placing Kelly in full charge until I'm on my feet again," the old man went on. "You may return to Los Angeles or go anywhere you like. I don't care. Naturally, your allowance will continue. I'm convinced now that you don't have what it takes to run this business."
"And that pipsqueak Kelly does?" Jeff snapped as he stood up quickly, and in doing so almost turned over his chair.
"Kelly is an excellent man. I trust him implicitly."
"Well, you can have him and welcome," Jeff said, stomping out of the room and slamming the door.
Pat, who was at the desk in the lobby, said, "He's coming along fine, isn't he?"
"He's his old self, all right," was the bitter response.
"Jeff!"
He turned in front of the door and looked back at her. She was appetizing with her cantaloupe breasts pushed up, all but popping the fabric of her thin white dress. But her eyes reflected only complete disapproval of him.
"I had no idea a man could be so unfeeling," she said.
"I'll tell you what you do, honey," he replied, taking a few steps toward her. "Why don't you see if you can make up for my lack of love? My mother's dead, you know. Maybe you can fuck old Dad sufficiently so that he'll want to marry you. He's got nothing but money, and you know he can't last long. But I warn you, when he finally does croak, I'll fight you for every buck. You'll be lucky if you get out with your freckles."
"You're hateful!" she exclaimed, her face coloring.
"Yeah. I guess so. And I've got cause to be. See you around."
He drove to Kris' cottage. She was at home in white shorts and halter, puttering around the garden.
She greeted him coolly at first.
"I'm going back to Los Angeles," he told her.
He was calm now. "Glu-Pane is dead. The old man vetoed it. Incidently, he has put Kelly in full charge."
"I'm sorry to hear that," she said sincerely.
"Well ... so was I. But that doesn't matter now. Anyway, it's probably for the best. I could never get along with Dad in the same office."
She moved closer to him and he couldn't help but glance down at the erect thrust of her breasts. He thought he detected the imprint of her nipples against the thin halter.
"Jeff, I've been thinking about the other night. I guess I acted like a virgin schoolgirl. I'm sorry."
"Nonsense," he said, though the feeling which motivated her words warmed him. "You were right. I was the one who acted like a child. I've just realized, in the last couple of days, that I've been acting like a child all my life. Here I am, almost thirty, and I haven't ever really grown out of my teens."
"Darling ..." She touched his arm.
The word, the sincerity with which it was uttered, and her touch went sizzling through him, warming his loins like a tongue of flame.
"You didn't mean that," he murmured huskily as his cock began to rise.
"Yes, I did. I want to prove to you that I did, especially now that you're going away."
She led him into the house, and as he followed her he stared at the compact action of her buttocks, lithe and firm, yet fully rounded. She was feminine in all respects, yet with an independence and vitality which matched those of any man.
Jeff not only liked her, but he admired her. And this was something he could not say of many women he had known.
Kris took him directly to her bedroom. "Get undressed," she said. "I want to go right to bed with you."
His cock came to full erection just at hearing her say this.
She stripped off her halter and freed the proud breasts whose aureoles were puffed with desire, the nipples rigidly erect, and his rod throbbed so intensely that he could hardly get his clothes off quickly enough.
She slipped her shorts down, which left her in silken white panties that fit like a lover's caress. Jeff was already stepping out of his trousers.
Standing fully in front of him, she gripped her panties at either side and whisked them away, baring the most precious part of her beauty-her fantastic slit.
He took off his shorts.
"Darling . . . " she murmured again, moving up to him. His hard-on would not let her embrace him as tightly as either of them wanted, unless a certain adjustment were made. And she was a little too short and a little too heavy to make a stand-up fuck comfortable.
They kissed once, quickly, and then she pulled away from him and lay down in the center of the bed. She immediately opened her arms.
He positioned his cock above her, but he didn't move to screw her right away, in spite of the throbbing urgency in his cock. She fondled his cock lovingly, her hand curled exactly right, applying just enough pressure, moving back and forth neither too fast nor too slowly.
He tested the tidbits that were her nipples, drawing them to his kiss, then letting them slip away again. He treated them this way several times, going from one to the other and back. He teased each aureole thoroughly. He clasped the firm breasts in turn and maneuvered them back and forth along his lips.
He tried to extend the area of his kissing, starting to back up on his knees so that he could have access to her lush little pussy, but she said, "No. I want you to screw me now. Screw me hard and fast. Make up for all the months I've gone without it."
He moved over her and she guided his shaft to the entrance of her cunt. He pressed inside and the sensation was the most marvelous he had ever experienced.
He began to thrust and she thrust her hips with him. Her cunt muscles were very responsive. They seemed to anticipate the exact timing of each of his moves. As they balled each other, the complete male making love to the female of his dreams, the sensation got better and better. He murmured and nuzzled her ear, then gently sucked the quivering pinnacle of each lovely breast with his lips.
He lowered his cock as deeply into her snug vagina as he could, and she wrapped her legs lovingly around his back, squeezing him in a little more.
"Now screw me!" she cried. "Give me all I need!"
He gave. And he gave with love, not hate. As he exerted himself with a hard, rapid pace, her pelvis pounded and her cunt muscles clutched. She gasped and cried and moaned, "I love this! Oh, darling, I love you so much!"
As soon as she had uttered this declaration, her vagina began to tighten. She made a shrill, wildly passionate sound, and pulled herself hard to him, her hips convulsing. He felt her come deeply, along every inch of cock. He strained, and his release found him, also.
It was shattering.
He fell forward, breathing hard, his perspiration mingling with hers to form a slick lubrication between their bodies. He found an adorable nipple with his open mouth and caressed it as she moaned in happiness.
She was still coming spasmodically, as ripples of ebbing passion continued to move through her.
As he pushed himseld up on his arms, she pleaded, "Don't leave me. Stay where you are. Keep screwing."
He found to his amazement that he was not yet sated. He still had a hard-on.
He did so, moving slowly with deliberate strokes.
She moaned and said, "That's so great ... so wonderful ... I could screw you all day."
Her hips moved with his. The bed sighed steadily. Minutes passed in their inexorable pace, but to the lovers on the bed it seemed as if time were standing still.
Very gradually Jeff increased the tempo. Kris came along. By the time he was swinging vigorously at her again, she was as ready as he was for another climax. They strove for it with an intensity that was all-consuming. They cried and panted together. They gasped. The bed frame clattered against the wall. Jeff jammed his feet against the low board at the end of it, and moved with a ferocity that was born of the deepest urges he had ever felt.
When they had their second release, exactly together, the world seemed to tilt and sway and then go plunging through trackless space. For moments Jeff was aware of nothing except this glorious swooping sensation, and then he was aware that he was lying against her firm breasts and soft belly, her arms and legs enfolding him and she was kissing him all around his neck and ears.
"I love you," he murmured. He could not remember when he had last spoken those words to anyone.
They talked for quite a while. He told her everything about his past, except the circumstances of his mother's death. In general terms he discussed his feelings toward his father. Kris was a sympathetic listener. He made clear why he didn't feel he could stay on at the company even if his father had wanted him to do so.
And she understood when he said he wanted to be by himself for a while, to think things out.