Chapter 3
IT WAS MID-AFTERNOON WHEN THE throaty growl of a sports car engine announced Pam's arrival at Pine Center. Wearing her usual daytime costume of pants and blouse, Clarisa rushed out through the doorway and down the wooden steps to greet her old friend.
"Well ... hi!" she cried happily.
"Hi, Clarisa. How are you?" Pam said warmly.
The two rushed into each other's arms, embraced, then took a step backward and looked each other over. It had been quite awhile, but Pam looked the same. Hardly older, at all. Her judgment concerning Clarisa was not so complimentary.
"Well, don't you look like the old married woman!" Pam chirped.
"Oh, is it as bad as that?" Clarisa grinned.
"Not bad, exactly," Pam said. But she continued to look Clarisa over, as if she could hardly believe what she saw.
Clarisa took one of Pam's bags and Pam carried the other one as they headed into the house, chattering about Pam's cute little car, the drive from the city, and how great it was for the two old friends to be together again after all these years.
"Oh, I like your house!" Pam exclaimed, glancing around the living room, "but how can you stand being stuck way up in the hills like this, away from everything?"
"I'm not away from everything," Clarisa insisted with a smile. "I have what matters to me-my home, my husband..."
"Ooh, yes ... how is Fred?"
"Fine."
A mischievous light came into Pam's dark eyes. "Is he still giving you a hot ride every night, or has the fire begun to burn lower over the years?"
"Pam! What an awful thing to say!" Clarisa laughed in embarrassment.
"Awful? What's awful?" She sat down and swung a tightly-pantsed leg up over the other. "You always were one to avoid talking about sex, weren't you?"
"I don't like to cheapen it by noising it around."
"Jesus, girl! When the screwing's good, you should feel like hollering it from the housetops."
"I don't remember you being so frank-talking."
"So I've gotten a little more sophisticated. Marriage will do that to you-at least, it did it to me. Maybe you and Fred have a different kind of relationship. Anyway, the world's changed a lot in a few years. This is the tell-it-like-it-is generation, or am I wrong?"
"You're right, I suppose," Clarisa admitted. "But I still think certain things are highly personal and should be treated in a private way."
"Okay ... so what's more private than a couple of old girl friends getting together for a chat? Tell me-how is your sex life?"
"Pam! Good gracious, you do have a one-track mind!"
"Don't hedge. How are you and hubby in the sack? Is it as good as ever? Better? Or what?" Pam waited expectantly.
"It's good," Clarisa said firmly, almost defiantly, as she gazed directly at her friend. "It's damned good! How do you like that?"
"Horrors!" Pam laughed. "I'm shocked."
"Well, Fred and I are getting along just fine." Clarisa decided to put Pam on the defensive and thereby take the heat off herself: "Evidently you and Brian didn't do so well, hm?" she asked, referring to Pam's recent husband.
"Ooooh," she laughed. "We did great when we did it. The only trouble was, Brian wanted to do it to everybody, the tomcat."
Clarisa raised an eyebrow. "You objected to that? You with your modern, broad-minded attitude toward sex?"
"You're damned right I objected. Listen, honey ... as far as I'm concerned, a wife can play around a little, as long as her husband doesn't find out about it. Why not? She doesn't give anything to a man she screws except the loan of her body. But when a husband plays around, he has to pay his way-if not an out-and-out fee for the lady's favor, there are presents and the cost of entertaining. Brian wasn't doing so damned well financially that he had money to spend on other dames."
Clarisa stared at her. "You mean, it was the money part of it that bothered you?"
"Mostly. If he were rich, I wouldn't have cared. Every time I found out about one of his affairs, I'd just have told him about one of mine."
"You ... you had affairs while you were married?"
"Of course." Pam blinked at her. "Haven't you?"
"No."
Pam stared, then broke into a broad smile. "Do you mean to sit there and tell me that Fred is the only man who has ever..."
Clarisa spoke quickly and cut Pam off: "Yes. He is."
"Poor baby."
"Oh, come on! You don't need to look at me as if I'm underprivileged. Millions of women remain faithful to their husbands through their entire married lives."
"Sure. And millions of people have never tasted caviar or sipped wine on the Champs Elysees. Maybe a person can't afford to buy delicacies or travel around the world, but when a gal is as pretty as you are, she can sure as hell find some fun with a stray male or two, and who would be the wiser?"
Clarisa chose to sidestep the main thrust of Pam's remarks. She said, "A little while ago, you told me I looked like a tired old housewife."
"I mean that you've let yourself go. Look at your hair."
Clarisa touched it self-consciously. "Well, up here we don't dress up very often and..."
"Sure. That's just what I mean. You've tucked yourself away from the world. You don't have any children, and you can't have any, according to what you've written me. Right now, maybe you and Fred make out okay without any kids and with just each other, but how is it going to be a few years from now? Life's going to be pretty bleak and barren unless you take the trouble right now to cultivate some outside interests."
"You mean, men?"
"Men and other things. But men mainly. Sure. You know what I'm going to do while I'm here? I'm going to take you in hand. I'm going to spruce you up and we're going to do some stepping out while friend husband's slaving away over his Tom 'n Jerries and martinis. And say ... while we're talking about married folks stepping out, you don't really think he's been faithful to you all this time, do you? He works in a bar. All night long, he's looking down the cleavage of loose, frustrated females who are half-drunk and don't give a shit. Don't you think he's ever taken one of them home and screwed her?"
"No, I don't!" Clarisa jumped up. Her eyes blazed for a moment, but then she brought herself under control. She spoke more softly. "Come on out to the kitchen. I'll make some coffee."
She thought to herself that Pam had really changed. She'd always been a little on the wild side, and when they were in school and rooming together, Pam had made it clear that she slept occasionally with boys. She had, however, never tried to get Clarisa to do the same thing, and she had never been so fiercely proud of living a loose life. Marriage must have disillusioned her, Clarisa decided. Thank God she had a man like Fred!
But in the back of her mind a suspicion which had bothered her before stirred into life again. It was true that he had lots of opportunities to score with women. And, since he owned the tavern, he could slip away any time he wanted to, leaving his bartender in charge.
No. Fred wouldn't do that. He loved her and was as true to her and she had been to him.
" ... so the tired husband finally moaned, 'Say, what's par for this hole, anyway?' "
When Pam sprang the joke's punch line, Fred laughed. Clarisa joined in lightly, but she was preoccupied by the warm glances which had been passing back and forth between her old girl friend and her husband.
"I've got one..." Fred said.
"No!" Clarisa stood up. "No more dirty stories."
"Spoil sport," Pam chided.
"Maybe so, but I think it's time we turned in. Fred doesn't have to get up early, but I do. I have a dental appointment in town in the morning."
"Oh?" Pam asked. "How far is the nearest town from here?"
"Twenty-eight miles. That's the nearest town that has a dentist. And on our winding road, it takes almost an hour to get there."
Pam stood up and stretched. Fred watched her.
"Okay, it's me for the sack, too," she said, then smiled at the married couple. "I envy you two your snuggling."
"Pam! You embarrass us, talking like that," Clarisa said.
"Oh, baloney! I don't embarrass you, do I, Fred."
"Not in the least," he assured her and grinned. "Well, it embarrasses me," Clarisa said. And then to her husband, "Come on, fun-lover."
Fred said good-night to Pam and went to the bedroom with his wife. When they were inside and the door was closed, he asked, "What was that 'fun-lover' business?"
She was unzipping the dress she had put on before dinner. "Don't act so innocent. I noticed the way you were ogling Pam all evening."
"It's your imagination," he chuckled and began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Oh, is it? I'm going to have to watch you two."
Clarisa drew up her dress and pulled it over her head. She stood in a lacy pink bra and half-slip. The swells of her titties were exposed between the low-cut bra cups.
"Pam's a groovy girl," Fred said as he took his shirt off. "But she never appealed to me. You know that."
"I'm not so sure." Clarisa let her slip down and stepped out of it.
Fred gazed at the way her sleek, pink panties clung to her cute little belly and to the dark-shadowed pubic mound beneath. A surge of excitement entered his loins.
"You know," he said in a low, sexy voice as he moved over to her, "I'm going to have to dick you tonight."
"Don't talk like that," she scolded. "You're picking that up from Pam."
He laughed as he took her in his arms. "We usually talk that way when we make love, don't we?"
"Well, we're not making love yet," she replied, as if she might have some idea of refusing him.
If she had any such notion, he was determined to see she didn't get anywhere with it. After looking at Pam all evening and listening to her sexy banter, he was horny as a bull.
He pulled Clarisa tightly against him and sealed his open mouth to hers as his hand slid down her back and petted the taut, springy cheeks of her buttocks. Those rubbery half-moons felt delightful under her snug, thin panties.
After holding back for a few moments, Clarisa finally let her tongue toy with her husband's, and they kissed deeply and wetly. His hand slid underneath the top of her panties and down inside to fondle her buttocks directly. His cock began to fatten and rise.
Two minutes later, he had the pants and bra off her, and she was spread-eagled on the bed, wearing only her garter belt and stockings. Fred shucked away his shorts and lowered himself atop her. He still had his socks on.
"Now, about that dicking..." he said as he gripped his hard cock and stroked the head up and down against the plushy, moist split of her pussy.
"Shhhh. Pam's in the next room."
"Don't worry. You know how this house is built-to hold the heat in each room. It keeps in sounds just as well. And speaking of heat...."
He held his cock against the center of her snatch and used his fingers to tickle and tease her wet, warm flesh. Her pussy lips were puffing, the crevice getting ready to accommodate him.
"Mmmmmmm," she said and wiggled her bottom against the mattress.
"Want daddy's cock?" he asked her.
"Yessss, I want daddy's cock!" she whispered harshly, hitting the cock hard.
"Say that again," he told her. "I like to hear it."
"What?"
"You know." He kept rubbing his meat against her and using his fingertips, too.
"Cock!" she said, cracking the consonant blend.
"Again."
"Cock!"
He drove it into her, hard and deep, his balls bumping against her crotch. "Oooh, Fred."
"Good."
"Heaven."
"Tell me what you want now."
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and said, "Screw me, baby."
He began to rock and roll her with long strokes that reached deep into her warm, wet pussy, then lifted nearly all the way out, and came powering in again-steadily, forcefully, time after time. She moved with him in an effortless way, letting her body go of its own accord, and it was like the undulations of the sea, so perfectly natural and right. Their bodies flowed together, withdrew, and flowed deeply together again.
But a strange phenomenon occurred in Fred's mind.
As he humped Clarisa, he thought of Pam. Cute, vibrant Pam who had sucked his cock and given him her body tempestuously; who had told him once that he could have her any time he wanted her. The way she acted toward him this evening suggested she remembered that offer and hadn't mentally withdrawn it.
He rocked Clarisa harder.
"Oooh, God!" she cried and began to pound her sopping cunt against him.
She moaned and squealed before he was through with her. Finally his come gushed, over-filling her snatch, and the sticky, white fluid oozed out around the base of his prick to slide down her crotch and over his balls.
"Bay-beee, you never screwed me better," she purred, holding him tightly. Then suddenly she let him go and he could feel her stiffen.
He raised his head to look at her. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing." she said, but she wouldn't look at him. "No. Tell me. What is it?"
"It was Pam that got you excited, wasn't it? She made you go after me so strongly."
"Baby..." he said in a derisive tone. "How can you think a thing like that?"
"Because it's true. Get off."
"Clarisa...? " he warned.
"Please ... get ... off!"
He drew his prick out of her and got off.
The next morning she wondered if she shouldn't call her dentist and cancel the appointment. But she couldn't do that at the last moment. He would be angry and might even charge her. She would have to go-She watched Fred and Pam covertly while the three of them ate breakfast. Pam was as effervescent as ever, and Fred as attentive to her as could be.
Damn him! Why did he have to be such a man? No. She couldn't blame him. It was her own fault for letting Pam come up and visit them. Pam was predatory; Clarisa hadn't fully realized that before, but now it was all too evident. Pam didn't have a man of her own. She was looking for one. But she and Clarisa were old friends. She wouldn't ... It was with a very uneasy feeling that Clarisa bid her husband and Pam good-bye that morning and began the long drive to town.