Chapter 5
THE SUN SHONE IN THROUGH A SLIT IN THE curtains, and Travis Bland rolled over, burying his head beneath the pillow and mouthing an incoherent curse.
It had been a long night. A very long night, just like the weekly sessions usually were. A little voice reminded him that he had better get a move on if he wanted to make it to his morning classes, and, turning, he discovered with no great surprise that the voice belonged to Sue Ellen.
"Morning," he groaned.
"And how did you sleep?" came the cheerful response.
"Infrequently," he answered, running his hand over the stubble on his chin.
"Poor dear," she said, patting his shoulder. "Wish I could say the same."
"Huh?"
"I mean your good buddy Frank."
"Who?"
"You know-the Durham without the boobs."
"Leave us not be coarse and vulgar at such a godawful time of day," he said, making a concentrated effort to keep his bleary eyes open despite the pain of the sunlight.
"Sorry about the time, neighbor, but I'm really very well-rested myself. In fact, I do believe I took a nap while Frank was diddling me."
"That's a terrible thing to say," grinned Travis, but he leaned forward eagerly to hear the rest. "What's the matter? Can't he cut the mustard, or were his bombsights off, or what?"
"He's got a lot to learn, I'll say that for him. Never thought I would feel sorry for Mona, but I sure do now."
"Why don't you take my good buddy under your soft, ample wings and teach him?"
"Good Lord, the boy's a remedial case; it would take ages I Besides, I don't want to have anything to do with him. Now, if you asked me to teach Fred or Tim...." She let her voice trail off and licked her lips suggestively.
Travis gave her a friendly swat on her bare ass.
"Not as long as I'm the assistant dean of Bland University, you won't!" he smiled.
"Hey," she said, rubbing her backside, "you know, I kind of like that."
"My love," said Travis, slipping into his shorts, "I have yet to find anything you don't like, and it has always been my contention that you would be equally at home in bed with a man, woman or chimpanzee, provided all were equally potent."
He pulled his undershirt over his head, then sat down on the edge of the bed and began fiddling with his socks.
"You know," purred Sue Ellen, running her long, slim fingers beneath the elastic band of his shorts, "you could always skip classes."
"You mean you might just possibly be able to fit me into your schedule?" he laughed. "Somewhere between Jeannie and the milkman?"
"I might even cancel my schedule completely," she replied, grinning roguishly up at him.
"That would never do," said Travis, reaching for a shoe. "We might have to start paying for the milk and butter again."
"Sometimes I think you would have preferred a virgin," she chuckled, still manipulating his pecker with her hand.
"With soft white hands, blushing cheeks, and purple veins in her breasts," agreed Travis.
"Then why did you marry me instead?"
"My dear woman, you came to me with a cabinet full of top recommendations. How could I refuse such a bargain? Besides, if I did, you'd probably be turning yourself on in Frank's bathroom right now, just as I suspect poor Mona is."
There was a knock at the door.
"Come on in!" yelled Travis, and Jeannie, her face hot and flushed, entered the apartment and walked to the door of the bedroom.
"You might at least have had the decency to wait until I at least get out of bed before humping my wife," said Travis, by way of his own variety of friendly greeting.
"What makes you think she wants me?" interposed Sue Ellen. "Maybe she wants a. choice."
"There won't be anything left of me in about ten seconds if you don't get your shameless hand off my tool."
Jeannie's eyes dropped to Sue Ellen's hand. "May I watch?" she asked.
"Oh, hell!" said Travis, patting the bed. "Why not join in? You might as well, everyone else does."
Jeannie needed no second invitation. She unbuttoned her coat, revealing a perfectly nude body underneath it and, placing the garment neatly over a chair, walked over to the bed.
"Weren't you just a little bit cold?" asked Travis with honest curiosity.
"A little," she admitted. "That's why I'm here. Warm me up!"
She plopped back on the bed, her arms stretched out as if on a cross, and waited, lips moist, thighs trembling with eagerness.
Sue Ellen withdrew her hand and began brushing it slowly, back and forth, across Jeannie's hard, firm breasts. Back and forth, it went, tracing out every-diminishing concentric circles, smaller and smaller, until finally the fingers were doing' nothing more than lazily flicking the hard erect nipples.
Meanwhile, Travis had knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed, gently massaging Jeannie's feet. Suddenly he moved his arms onto the bed, supporting his torso on his elbows, and began kissing the inside of her ankles. Slowly, ever so slowly, his tongue crept up along the legs, touching the ankles, now the calves, then the knees.
Jeannie's face had turned bright red, and she gulped in huge quantities of air, holding her breath as long as possible before repeating the process. Silently, softly, her left hand reached out, found Sue Ellen's right nipple, and began rolling it around between her thumb and forefinger.
Sue Ellen moaned softly, but continued flicking the nipples another moment before, fastening her hand to one of them, she slowly, tantalizingly lowered her lips to the other.
The contact, when it came, was electrifying.
Jeannie gave a hoarse shout of pleasure, applying and releasing pressure vigorously to Sue Ellen's breast, and undulating her entire body.
With her free hand she reached down, wrapped her fingers in Travis's hair, and tried to pull his face still higher. But Travis only wriggled away, chuckled, and continued his frustratingly slow movements up her leg.
He had reached her thigh now, and she brought her legs together, holding his head there, urging it to greater speed, quivering at each touch of his hot, moist, darting tongue.
Sue Ellen had shifted her body around without relinquishing her grip on Jeannie's nipples. Now she was on all fours, hands supporting her, nipple still clutched lovingly between her lips, her knees on each side of Jeannie's head.
Jeannie released Sue Ellen's breast and dug her fingers into Sue Ellen's soft, flesh buttocks, dragging her down, down to the panting lips that awaited.
Jeannie's tongue shot in, exploring, caressing. Suddenly she moaned again, for Travis had passed the top of her thighs and reached the end of his slow but ardent search.
He reached down, grabbed her securely by her legs, and drew them up around his neck, simultaneously burying his face in her snatch.
Jeannie was shaking now, her soft white flesh fluttering as if a billion butterflies were trying to break out of it all at once. She paused to moan, to gasp for breath, but Sue Ellen lowered her body meaningfully and Jeannie went to work on her again, furiously, eagerly, urgently.
She felt something inside her, something too large to be a finger, felt Travis's hands grabbing her breasts, squeezing them, toying-with the nipples.
"Not yet!", whispered Sue Ellen. "Soon, but not yet!"
Travis slowed his movements to accommodate her. His face was only a few inches from his wife's, and he leaned forward, inserting his tongue between her lips, feeling the warm moistness of her mouth.
"Now!" Sue Ellen tried to yell, but Travis's lips were on her, smothering her little screams of passion. He moved his body furiously, and an instant later Jeannie was jerking her hips rhythmically back and forth, grinding, pushing, working all the harder to share her pleasure with Sue Ellen's.
Faster and faster became the beat, wilder and wilder became the frenzied action on the bed, until at last all three collapsed on one another, their nude, sweating, panting bodies still interlocked in the grip of fading passion.
"Gee!" sighed Jeannie long afterward. "It would have been nice if Mona had been here to make it a foursome."
"Hot about her, are you?" asked Travis avidly. "Sure. Aren't you?"
"You may not have noticed it, old girl," replied Travis easily, "But there is a subtle difference between you and I."
"And growing less subtle all the time," noted Sue Ellen, as she moved back slightly to leave room for her husband's rapidly-expanding appendage.
"Just the same," said Jeannie, the redness finally beginning to drain from her oval face, "she really turns me on. Almost as much as you turned her on last night."
"That was just my natural animal magnetism," said Travis. "But you'll notice that none of the girls managed to light the fire downstairs. The girl, much as I hate to be the one to break the unhappy tidings to you, is straight as an arrow."
"So are you," noted Sue Ellen.
"Somehow it's not quite the same thing," sighed Travis, rolling over on his stomach.
"Careful," giggled Jeannie, "or the sheet'll wind up looking like a piece of Swiss cheese."
"Speaking of pieces," said Sue Ellen, reaching over and toying with Jeannie's breasts, "I've got a wonderful idea."
"With all the wonderful ideas you enact," commented Travis, "it's a wonder you have any time left to think them up."
"Oh, I do it in my spare time," said Sue Ellen.
"Like when she's masturbating for lack of anything better to do," Travis explained to Jeannie, who broke out into uproarious laughter for, some reason known only to herself.
"See?" Travis taunted his wife. "There is more than one way to have fun by yourself!"
"Wish I'd have known that last night," laughed Sue Ellen.
Jeannie stopped laughing long enough to ask, "What was wrong with last night?"
"Nothing," Travis said.
"Nothing until Mona's boy took me into the back room and tried to prove that she really didn't need to get it anywhere else."
"I take it his proof wasn't too logical." , "He couldn't have passed kindergarten in the subject," groaned Sue Ellen.
"What did he do-weep on your bosom, bury his nose in your navel, and tell you it was shot off in the war?" asked Jeannie.
"Nothing of the kind!" said Sue Ellen indignantly. "I've got better plans for my breasts than to let them substitute for crying towels."
"So, what happened?"
"Oh, he has what it takes, all right. All the proper equipment, and all in working order. Not like this eunich here," she added, making a quick lunge and snaking her hand beneath Travis's hips.
"SO, what's the big hang-up?" persisted Jeannie.
"The big hang-up," answered Sue Ellen, "is that he has all the delicacy of an elephant. I mean, I'm not against being taken violently, but I'm not just a receptacle for sperm, no matter what Herkimer here seems to think."
"Ow!" cried Travis, rolling away from her prying hand.
"Good old Frank is like a bull moose in the rutting season. He knows what he's got and he knows where to shove it, but Lord knows he doesn't know what the hell to do once it's there!"
"Too bad," sighed Jeannie. "I was kind of thinking of inviting him over for tea and things."
"Nothing like things, I always say," put in Travis.
"Nothing like my things," agreed Jeannie. "Maybe you just didn't appeal to the poor dear."
"The hell I didn't!" snapped Sue Ellen indignantly. "Hell, the guy's been dying to stick his hand between my legs for over a year now. Every time we've gotten together he keeps giving me those secret bedroom looks, you know, like Clark Gable when Harlow or Turner turns him on. So damned cocky and masterful. Hell, he ought to go back to waching movies!"
"Such indelicacies coming from my little spouse," said Travis, feigning shock. "I really ought to wash your mouth out with soap,"
"Screw you,"
"I suppose I ought to anyway, even if you never utter another obscenity," he grinned. "Though I realize that'd be like asking Joe E. Lewis to give up drinking."
"You ever convince Sue Ellen to give up cussing or sex," said Jeannie, "and Sam and I will both rip you to shreds."
Sue Ellen smiled.
"Really, Sue Ellen," Jeannie went on, "You need a project. Something to keep your hands busy."
"My hands are busy!" she grinned evilly.
"I know. If they found every male on campus dead tomorrow morning, you'd be the only probable suspect."
"Why?"
"They'd all have your fingerprints on them."
"So what do you suggest I do with my hands-besides twisting your neck off for that crack?"
"You'll get a lot farther in life if you just keep 'em clenched up in your pockets," said Travis. "But since that would be asking the impossible, why don't you put 'em to a good use?"
"Such as?"
"Such as giving good old Frank a liberal education."
"I like the way he gives his wife away at every opportunity," interjected Jeannie.
"Nonsense. We'll be working as a team. While she's putting Frank through his paces, I'll be teaching Mona the intricacies of sex that my little Southern belle here could never hope to master."
"I got a better idea, Travis," said Jeannie. "Why don't you give Frank his catechism, and let me show Mona what makes the world go round?"
"You," he said to her, "can be replaced by a knothole and a jar of vaseline."
"And-what's so great about you?" she taunted. "I don't know, but I imagine you can tell me or you wouldn't be here."
"Talk about egotism!" smirked Sue Ellen, starting to run her hands over Travis's bare back.
"Well, what do you say?" asked Travis. "Care to make it a joint project?"
"Don't talk dirty," said Jeannie, racing her fingertips lightly over his legs.
"'What's the answer, woman?" said Travis.
"As I said before," she replied, "go screw yourself."
"That would be a little difficult," he said. "Why don't I choose the handiest object."
"I'm all hands, kid," offered his wife.
He rolled over on his back. Sue Ellen lowered her head to his abdomen, nuzzling him lightly, while Jeannie pulled up a chair to watch with avid interest.
Sue Ellen felt his hands on her, strong and eager, and she straddled him, her head facing his feet.
"Hiya, Joel."
Joel Hankins looked up from his books.
"Oh, hello Travis," he said, carefully inserting a sheet of note paper to mark his,-place and closing his notebook.
"What are you doing for supper this evening?" asked Travis, nodding a friendly greeting to a pair of girls who walked past.
"Oh, nothing," said Joel. "Kaye's hitting the books tonight, so I thought I'd just pick up a hamburger and pop off to my room to study."
"Make you a deal," boomed Travis, then lowered his voice as the librarian glowered at him. "Help me hone up on vegetable export tariffs for twenty minutes or so, and I'll invite you over to my place for a home-cooked dinner."
Joel had not the slightest desire to be bothered with eating at Travis's, and he certainly had no use whatsoever for Sue Ellen Bland's empty-headed company, but he merely smiled and said, "Sure, it's a deal."
Travis had always been a bit of a pain. The man simply bluffed his way through every oral exam, and a single look at someone else's notes was enough to implant them in his memory long enough to see him through a written test.
Joel's marks were better, almost all A's, but he paid the price for them in lack of sleep and, except for Kaye, lack of social life. He wasn't exactly bitter about people like Travis. It was just that they were so different that he seemed to have nothing in common with them.
And he was never more sure of it than when he walked into the Blands' house. It was only five rooms and couldn't have cost more than twenty or twenty-two thousand, but it was a palace compared to his barren sleeping room. The furniture was extremely modern, all iron and vinyl and contoured, and a huge nude painting of Sue Ellen hung above the false fireplace, smiling gaily out at the living room.
"Well?" asked Travis expansively. "What do you think of it?"
"Very nice," said Joel, looking around for some sign of a book, but finding nothing except jazz and folk records laid flat on the shelves, sticking out awkwardly.
"Hey!" yelled Travis. "Anything hot in the kitchen?"
"You better believe it!" shouted back Sue Ellen, and Joel sat down and tried to lose himself in one of his books.
"Well, stop sitting on it and get dinner cooking!" laughed Travis. "We've got company."
"My kind or yours?" asked Sue Ellen.
"Why don't you come out here and ask him yourself?" replied Travis, walking over to the records and pulling out a Miles Davis album.
Joel almost fell off the chair when Sue Ellen entered the living room. She wore a very conservative two-inch walking heel, a delicately-woven apron about her waist-and nothing else!
"Hi!" she greeted him, not the least bit embarrassed by her nudity or his glassy stare. "I'm sorry for being so, ah, informal, but we're having hamburgers, and the grease simply ruins my clothes. Besides, it's much cooler this way, don't you agree?"
She held the apron up and did a graceful little pirouette to show him exactly how much cooler she was.
"She used to be a blonde until clothes like this gave her away," remarked Travis casually. He placed the record on the stereo set and sat back on the couch.
"Look," said Joel uneasily. "If I'm intruding, I'll be happy to take a rain check."
He began to get up, but Sue Ellen plunked herself down on his lap, placing her arms around his neck.
"Nonsense," she smiled. "If you come some other day, I might not even be wearing an apron, and we can't afford any heart attacks in the house right now."
She laughed at what she evidently felt was her own little joke. The laugh began in her throat, but spread throughout her body, and she ground her bare buttocks against Joel's no-longer-soft lap.
"Ouch!" she giggled, jumping off him. Joel just sat and stared, and wondered if he had perhaps walked into a lunatic asylum by mistake.
"Cheer up, Joel, " said Travis casually. "If I don't mind her wiggling her ass in your face, there's no reason why you should."
"That's a terrible way to talk about your wife!" laughed Sue Ellen.
"Listen, my surly slut," he smiled, "Joel is too hungry and I'm too tired, so why don't you and your bobbing boobs slither back into the kitchen and get dinner on the table?"
"But he's such a nice boy!" she said, and Joel finally realized that this was all an elaborate act, that they had probably been bored earlier in the day . and had decided to enliven the evening by bringing him over and having a little fun with him.
Well, it was his own fault for coming, and with a sad shrug of his shoulders, he placed his book aside and decided to wait and see what comes next.
He didn't know exactly what to expect, but it certainly wasn't what happened.
From down the corridor he heard the sound of footsteps and, turning, he beheld a completely nude woman walking toward him.
"Is this one mine?" she asked, stretching languorously.
"Afraid not, Jeannie," said Travis. "He's his own man."
"A self-made man, you might say," added Sue Ellen.
"Self-made?" grinned Jeannie. "This I wanta see!"
"Joel, meet Jeannie," said Travis. "I won't tell you her last name because her husband is a pretty normal guy when he's not residing eight inches deep in Sue Ellen, and I would hate to have grief and shame befall were word to reach him of his spouse's detestable behavior."
"I'm pleased to meet you," said Joel, marveling that the words came out in the right order.
"Charmed," said Jeannie, with a slight curtsy, which, considering her condition, was amazingly obscene, "Aren't you beckoning him to enter?" asked Travis. "If you are, forget it. The boy needs a little to keep hiser-energy level up."
"I've got something he could eat that's better than food," giggled Jeannie, sitting down next to Travis.
"Nonsense," said Travis. "He needs fresh food, not Second-Hand Rose."
Amazing, thought Joel. I walked into a sexual funny farm, and everyone is behaving so matter-of-factly that I'm beginning to get bored with it all.
"Oh well," shrugged Jeannie, the act sending visual tremors through her breasts, "he's a bit on the small side anyway."
"The hell he is!" yelled Sue Ellen from the kitchen. "Let's see you sit. on his lap and say that. The dear little fellow almost split me in two!"
"Oh, I don't know," said Jeannie, casually unzipping Travis's pants and withdrawing his huge erection with her hand. "I don't think he can stack up to your husband."
"It's a bet," said Sue Ellen, returning with a platterful of hamburgers. "Whip it out, Joel."
"I'd rather not," said Joel, wondering if this were all some insane dream.
"Aww, he's shy." said Jeannie, "Isn't that cute?"
"Come on, Joel," urged Sue Ellen, walking over to him and standing with her breasts swaying tantalizingly just a few inches from his face. "Be a sport."
"No, thanks," said Joel. He reached out his hands to push her gently but firmly away, but she pivoted and bent over so that he suddenly found himself grasping her soft, pliant breasts. The nipples hardened immediately at his touch.
"Why, Joel!" she squealed. "I didn't know you cared!"
He withdrew his hands as if they had been burned. Travis suddenly guffawed at the sight of his face, and soon both women joined in.
"Have a hamburger," said Travis, walking over and handing him one, completely oblivious of his open fly and protruding prick.
"You know," said Sue Ellen, looking down at her husband. "We should have had shish-kabob instead. I'll bet you could skewer a five-pound roast all by yourself."
"I've put it to many uses," said Travis, "but somehow that one has escaped me."
"Joel," said Jeannie, "you really ought to get into the mood. Once you're married, you'll want to join our club-and how can we accept you if we think you're a prude?"
"What club?" asked Joel, in spite of himself.
"Oh, kind of fun and games," said Sue Ellen. "You'd like it," added Travis. " Frank Durham's in it, which means you can shack up with Mona any time you want."
"Talking about Mona again?" laughed Sue Ellen. "I do believe you're in love!"
"Mona Durham goes in for this?" asked Joel. "I don't believe it."
"Why don't you ask her?" said Jeannie. "Or ask any man on campus, for that matter."
"Hold it a minute," grinned Travis. "You're getting her mixed up-with Sue Ellen."
"No, I'm not," said Jeannie. "I didn't say to ask anything that breathes, regardless of race, religion, color, sex or species."
"I'm just well-rounded," grinned Sue Ellen, bending over in front of Joel to prove her point.
"It hurts to be honorable, doesn't it, Joel?" she laughed. "Come on. Admit it: wouldn't you like to reach out an grab a great big handful?"
"Truthfully?" asked Joel quietly..
"You'd better not," cautioned Travis. "She just might kill you."
"Getting back to the club," said Sue Ellen "we'll be happy to have you. In fact," she grinned, "I'll be happy to have you right now."
"Not a chance," said Travis. "Let's wait until he brings that little piece-what's her name? Kaye?-along with him. That's the gal for me. Small, but acres and acres of curves."
"You say anything else about her," said Joel softly, "and I'm going to break your neck."
"Say, he'd do it, too!", said Jeannie excitedly. "Just look at him. He means it."
"Oh, act your age," Travis said irritably. "After all...."
"After all, nothing," said Joel, still speaking calmly, but with a wild gleam in his eye which betrayed his tension. "Kaye is straight and normal. I don't condemn your behavior, or even give a damn what you do, but leave her alone. Not that she'd ever go to bed with you anyway, but I don't want to hear about her being bothered."
He rose and gathered his books.
As he was walking down the sidewalk towards his room, he heard footsteps running up behind him.
It was Travis, who had come out without a coat, though Joel noted that he had had the presence of mind to zip his fly.
"Say, Joel," he began, and it was the first time Joel Hankins had ever seen him flustered.
"Yes."
"I'm sorry about what went on in there. It got a little out of hand. The girls just wanted to see how far they could push you, and well...." his voice tapered off.
"It's okay," said Joel. "I understand."
"I'm not really interested in Kaye," continued Travis. "In fact, I doubt if I'd recognize her if I saw her. Though if you ever do want to join, we're always looking for members."
"Not a chance," said Joel. "I really don't know how the hell you people can live like that."
"I really don't know how anyone can be happy with one woman," Travis smiled, his confident air returning. "And I've never yet met a woman that could ever be happy with just one man."
"You've never met Kaye," said Joel, and turned once more toward his room.