Chapter 8
"I've left him," Jill announced. "I thought you should be the first to know."
Paula sat up in bed. One shoulder strap of her flimsy nightgown slipped down her arm and a large ripe breast poked out.
She looked at the clock. It was quarter past nine. She'd gone back to bed, as she customarily did after Joe left for work, and she had slept longer than she intended to. Jill's call had awakened her.
"Was it ... because of what happened Saturday night?' Paula asked.
"Partly that, I guess. But our trouble has been brewing for some time. Level with me, Paula-Lyle's a terrible lover, isn't he?"
The girl needed reassurance, and it was only fair that Paula should give it to her because her complaint against Lyle was certainly justified.
Paula felt a greater sense of loyalty toward Jill than toward Lyle, in spite of the stupid promise she had made him.
"Yes," Paula said. "He was awful."
"Why didn't you admit that yesterday morning?"
"I promised him I wouldn't. He was pretty upset about it."
"He didn't satisfy you, is that it?"
"I had to diddle myself in the bathroom."
"You poor kid. Now you know what I've be en putting up with for three years."
"I don't know how you've stood it. If I found myself tied to a man like that, I'd either wise him up or throw him out."
"Well, he's out now. Only I was the one to leave home. I'm calling from a hotel."
"What are you going to do, divorce him?"
"I suppose so. I haven't thought that far ahead. We had a terrible row yesterday before we left the motel."
"I figured as much. You looked as if you'd been crying, and Lyle hardly said a word when you got into your car. Do you still love him?" Paula inquired softly.
"I don't know. I thought I did until we had that fight. You know, he actually spanked me. On my bare behind."
A little thrill went through Paula.
"I'd never been so humiliated in my life," Jill went on. "I don't see how we can ever get together."
"Maybe if Lyle were to wise up...."
"I don't think there's much hope of that. I tried to have it out with him, but he's got so much pride he wouldn't admit he was at fault at all."
Paula thought of her conversation with him when the lights were out, just before they fell asleep Saturday night. His pride had slipped then, and she had gotten a glimpse of the man underneath. He would be calling her for a date in the next day or so, she believed.
Suddenly she decided to breach Lyle's confidence completely. It would be for everyone's good, all the way around.
"Jill, listen-I'm going to tell you something you may not like at first, but hear me out. If you still have any feeling for Lyle, if there's the slightest chance of it, this may be the way to save your marriage."
"What are you talking about?"
"After Lyle failed with me we had a scene that was a dandy. I told him just what I thought of him. He said some nasty things, too. But later, when I threatened to leave the room and spend the night in the car, he begged me to come back to bed. After the lights were out, he let his hair down. He asked me to help him-to show him how to please a woman."
"What?"
"I said it was hopeless that night, so he asked me if I would date him after we got home. I said I would."
"Paula!"
"I know. We had agreed there wouldn't be any hang-ups. And, believe me, I'm not in love with Lyle. After he made such a mess of everything, I never wanted him to touch me again. But later, my heart went out to him. The poor guy really does need help, and I think I can straighten him out if he'll let me. There's no physical reason why he shouldn't be a good lover."
"You're going to keep the date?"
"For your sake now," Paula said. "That is, if you say it's okay. Otherwise I won't."
"What a proposition to put to a girl!"
"Well, look at it this way. The guy is no good to you now. You two will probably never get back together by yourselves because Lyle's pride is too great for him to crawl on his belly to you. And if you go to him and offer to work out his problem, he won't accept your help. He wouldn't even discuss it yesterday, would he?"
"No," Jill admitted.
"But he discussed it with me. He even asked me to help him."
"And you believe you can?"
"Yes. If he will do what I say. He probably will, because he must be pretty shook by now."
"Oh, Paula, I don't know what to tell you. I'm not sure I want him back at all. And if it takes another woman to teach him how to make love...."
"Be glad another woman is willing," Paula said.
"How do I know he won't fall for you? Maybe he has already."
"Maybe. But I can promise you this-I won't fall for him. I have a husband I'm very happy with. I'd never drop Joe for another man or even take a lover on the side."
"Well...."
"If s up to you, kid. Do you want to think about it and call me back?"
There was a short pause, after which Jill said, "No. I don't need to think about it. Go ahead with the date."
Paula felt a little burst of warmth inside. "Okay. I won't tell you when or where in advance, but I'll be in touch with you afterward. In the meantime, hold the right thought."
Jill laughed nervously. "This has got to be the kookiest deal two women ever made."
"Kooky maybe. But smart, I think. Lyle has possibilities. If I didn't believe that, I wouldn't want to spend time with him."
"I think I do still love the guy," Jill admitted. "So do your best, hm?"
"Don't worry, honey. If there's a way to turn him into a lover, I'll find it. You just may be surprised when you get him back."
They said good-bye and hung up.
Not two hours later, Lyle called. He said nothing about having broken up with Jill, and Paula didn't let on that she knew about it. They made a date to meet at a secluded spot just outside town at two o'clock that afternoon.
She bathed with special care, dusted herself with powder and applied touches of perfume exactly where they would exert the strongest erotic effect-behind her ears, between her tits, at the backs of her elbows and knees, and at the upper reaches of her inner thighs.
She dressed in dark blue stretch pants and a lustrous broadcloth shirt which featured navy polka dots on white. Her tits formed luscious mountains in the shirt front, and her backside wiggled temptingly in the thin snug-fitting pants. Under the outfit she wore just bra and briefs.
Lyle was waiting when she arrived at the appointed spot to meet him. She parked her Sunbeam roadster and joined him in his Chevrolet sedan.
"Hello, friend," she smiled. "How come they let you get away from the bank at this hour?"
He smiled. "I'm a trustee now. I can come and go as I please."
He seemed a little nervous, but he obviously wanted to make the most of this afternoon, and this gave Paula encouragement.
It would be incorrect to say she had only Jill's welfare in mind when she agreed to keep the date. She was stimulated by the challenge which Lyle presented. Also, what Jill had said about his spanking of her had tripped a switch in Paula's psyche. She liked a little roughness sometimes, and it had been quite a while since she had been with a man who would supply it. Lyle had slapped her once the other night, and that had opened her eyes to a different side of him. Now, after what Jill had said, she believed this side was one which would bear cultivating.
"Let's go to a motel on Riverside Road," he suggested. "Is that all right?"
"Sure."
"Do you want to stop for a drink or anything?"
"Mm-mmm," she smiled at him as she shook her head.
He loved the way her long black hair stirred in the breeze that was passing through the car. It was a pleasant fall day in the Southwest-not hot, but just right for shirtsleeves.
"I might make it rough for you today, Lyle," she warned. "Are you prepared?"
"I'm prepared for anything, Paula."
"Okay. I'll hold you to that."
When they came to a good-looking motel, he drove in and parked the car just past the office. He walked back and registered. There were no complications.
As soon as they had entered the room and closed the door behind them, Lyle said, "Well, I'm in your hands. Tell me what's first, teacher."
"First, we both strip."
"Just like that?"
"Exactly. There are lots of little ways you can fool around in undressing a woman, but today we're going to deal with basics. That's where you need the most help. And don't get sore if I'm pretty outspoken with you. I'm not going to try to protect your feelings. I want to teach you something, okay?"
"Agreed," he said.
They undressed in full view of each other. As soon as Paula popped her big breasts out of her brassiere, Lyle's excitement went up. She was nude by the time he slipped off his shorts, and his long shaft angled out and slightly upward.
"You certainly aren't slow to arouse," she said with a smile as she admired him like that.
"I guess that's my trouble," he admitted sheepishly.
He seemed a totally different person than he was the other night. The disaster with Paula at The Springs, followed by Jill's walking .out on him, had produced a startling effect.
"All right," Paula said as she turned toward the bed and bent to strip down the covers. He stared at the wisp of dark hair that was visible between her lush creamy thighs when she leaned forward.
"I'm going to lie down," she continued, "and you're going to kiss me good. Nothing but kissing and caressing until I tell you, all right?"
He looked at her, his passion high and straining. "I'll try to hold off," he said as he moistened his lips.
"No. You won't try. You'll do it! The first time you do things your own way, I'll put on my clothes and run out of here. Is that understood?" He grinned. "Okay, boss."
She lay down, parting her legs a little and keeping them flat against the bed. He stared at the marvelous beauty of her tufted mound, its hair so black next to the light creaminess of the surrounding skin. Her breasts formed high mountains, even though they spread a little to the sides. The nipples at their crests were standing-full and large and red.
"Get onto your knees beside me," she murmured as he approached, his bowsprit pointing the way. He did this.
She lifted her arms to him. "Now kiss me on the lips and all around the face and neck. Don't even touch me anywhere else."
They embraced around the shoulders and he kissed her as she had suggested. So far, he was having no real difficulty maintaining his control, though the pressure of her body against him was a powerful lure.
"Now work your way down and keep kissing," she murmured as he mouthed her ear. "You can put your hands on my tits. Play with them while you kiss my shoulders, then take a nipple into your mouth. Nibble at it gently."
His hands crawled about her firm-packed, warm, satiny globes. He squeezed them and rolled them a little, catching her projecting thick nipples between his forefingers and thumbs.
"That's good," she said, her breathing becoming deeper. "Play with 'them like that. It's all right to pinch a little. Some woman like it harder than others. I don't mind if you hurt ... but not too much."
He squeezed and rolled her adorable plump scarlet nipples as he kissed her all around the shoulders.
"Oooh, yes!" she said. "That's good." She was breathing hard. "Now take a titty in your mouth."
Her outspoken language stimulated him. He wasn't accustomed to hearing women talk that way.
The moment that he had her luscious nipple between his lips, a tremendous desire overcame him to leap astride her and drive his flaming phallus into her molten depths.
But he managed to hold off, and he followed the advice which seemed to come to him from a great distance, telling him how to make love to her nipple. Paula discussed everything-the use of his lips and teeth and tongue. Then she had him switch breasts and apply the same stimulation to the other one while his hand kept up the arousal of the first.
He continued to kiss her and his desire raged so high that a knot formed at his throat and he thought his sexual organ would burst. Paula's slightly husky voice, punctuated by an occasional gasp or soft sigh, dealt with a new subject while her cool hand touched him at the loins, brushing his upstanding hardness:
"You have to expect a woman to handle this while you're kissing and petting her. And you have to learn to take it without getting so excited that you want to finish everything right away. Passionate women are fascinated by the penis. They don't have one and it's the symbol of man to them. They like to stroke it and play with it," she said as her hand moved very lightly along his length, her fingers curled. "Sometimes they like to kiss it, too."
He raised his mouth from her breasts and rattled, "I can't take that."
"You have to learn to if you want to please a woman. Hasn't Jill ever kissed your cock?"
"No," he said quickly.
"Just the same, I'll bet she'd like to." (Joe had broken down and told Paula last night how Jill had gone oral with him.)
Paula rolled Lyle's foreskin back and caressed his smooth moist head.
"Jesus!" he panted. "Do much of that and I'll go off."
"Really? You're that close?"
"Am I!"
She took her hand away and said, "All right. Since you have such a short fuse, you'll have to remember to get the woman real worked up before things get to the final phase. Kiss my belly. Start around the navel. Dig your tongue tip into it."
He bent and began browsing on her smooth soft flesh.
"Lick a little," she said.
He put out his tongue and followed her directions. He dipped into her little cup.
"Now slide down," she breathed with a touch of roughness. "Get into my hair."
"Damn it, Paula!" he said as he lifted his head.
"You have to!" she stated firmly. "Women go wild for that. Take my word for it. A man who won't eat pussy is a lousy lover in my book."
"But I...." He looked down at her and gently parted her legs. "I don't think I'll ... like it."
"How do you know? Have you ever tried?"
"No."
"Then try it. Right now. If you don't like it at first, keep doing it. Men tell me it's an acquired taste."
Lyle approached her dark shrine with fear and trembling. The subtle perfume she had placed between her thighs touched his nostrils and this encouraged him. He had noted the faint scent of talc all over her.
"Pet me first," she breathed heavily. "Along the lips. Ah ... that's it. Now part them and press the hair aside."
Lyle did this and stared at her moist rosy inner flesh. A slight woman scent had reached him, mingled with the talc and perfume.
"Now kiss!" Paula cried.
He drove his face to her, his lips pressing her lips. The wild erotic scent of her engulfed him. He got his first taste of tangy sweetness.
"Use your tongue!" Paula commanded from far away.
He did. His head got light. His stomach gave a little lurch but he kept thrusting his tongue in and out ... in and out faster. She wriggled and moaned and drew her thighs up.
"Find my clit!" Paula cried. "Lick it!"
He found the tense nubbin of flesh and twirled it with his lapping tongue. She was rubbing herself all over his face. He felt as if he were drowning in her redolent slippery warmth.
"Now!" she screamed. "Get your prick into me!"
Lyle came up over her with a snort and powered his pulsing penis all the way into her flowing honeypot.
"A little higher," she gasped. "So it rubs my clit."
He squirmed forward about an inch on his elbows and knees. He started to stroke, his head growing lighter.
"Good!" she said. "That's it! Now go as fast as. you want to."
He stroked with wild abandon, growling and baring his teeth.
She said, "Uh ... uuuh ... uuuuh!"
Her throbbing, bumping climax occurred just before he let go. His finish struck her like squirts from a hot syringe. As she moaned and continued to vibrate, he gripped the mattress at either side of her, his body formed in a bow, every muscle taut.
Gradually the tension left him and he fell forward against her slick panting form. Only then did he realize that her fingernails had been gripping his back and that they had broken the skin.
"Oh ... yes, yes, yes!" she said. "Did you ever do mel That was wonderful, Lylel Beautiful! I've never been satisfied better."
"You mean it? You really mean it?" he panted.
"I do!"
"What happens now?' he gasped at her ear. "Do we go again?"
"Yes," she said. "And I'm going to rouse you the oral way. You'll be able to take it now. I'll have that big dong of yours stiff again in no time."
"Oh, baby. ." he moaned and nuzzled her fragrant neck.
He was happier than he'd ever been in his life, now that all the barriers were down. And he reacted as does many a patient with a therapist of the opposite sex:
He fell in love with her.