The Change The air outside smelled fresh and different to Laura as she got into her brother-in-law's car. But it couldn't be spring, because it was the middle of winter. Her senses danced with excitement. The music playing on the car radio was unbearably beautiful. She thrilled to each pop song, reacting emotionally to each new lyric and melody. One song actually gave Laura goose flesh. All smells and sounds seemed indescribably better and more beautiful.
Laura had not really looked forward to going to this wedding until now. But as they drove downtown, it seemed that she could barely breathe from the excitement of the coming evening. She hadn't felt like this in many years.
If I didn't know better, I'd say I'm in love, laughed Laura at herself. I'm a different person these last three days. In love with a dog. Who would ever believe it?
She wasn't going to allow herself to feel guilty again. She was over all that, she told herself. Lance was good for her, and she was sure of it. He met all her needs, and she knew that she'd never be the same woman again, all because of her darling.
She suddenly realized that she felt the way honeymooners were described as feeling. She felt a floating light happiness that she wanted to share with the whole world.
Only, I can't, she sighed. I want everyone to know that I'm a new me-a happy, fulfilled me. Dear Lance, that's what you've done for me, and I've waited so long for it.
Laura mooned and sighed like a teen-ager.
Betty kept staring at Laura as they drove.
I look different, Laura told herself. I noticed it when I was dressing. My cheeks have color, and my skin looks clearer. I look younger. Maybe Betty sees it, too.
Betty said, "I don't know what it is about you tonight, Laura, but you look so changed. You're radiant. What are you beaming about? I'd like the secret of your success. You look ten years younger since I saw you last week. If it's vitamins, buy me a case of the same kind."
Laura laughed and thanked her. "I do feel great!" she said, not explaining why. "I feel like my life is changing. All of a sudden I'm looking forward to going to a wedding. They used to make me feel sad and left out."
"Well, you won't be left out the way you look tonight. Doesn't she look different, Jim?" Jim had his eyes on the road, but he grunted agreeably.
The two women chatted with friends in the hotel lobby while Jim parked the car. Laura quivered with anticipation. She felt like a kid at a dance.
Oh, my darling, she thought of Lance. If I could only have you here right now to make love to me.
She was awakened from her reverie by Betty laughing, "Get off of cloud nine, Laura. Jim's waiting for us."
They watched the ceremony, a simple beautiful one. The bride's mother, Elaine, Betty's best friend, smiled at them as she stood on the aisle waiting for the bride. Everything was perfectly planned, and the bridal party looked beautiful. Elaine's three sons were ushers, and they looked terrific in their formal clothes, with blue ruffled shirts. Laura noticed how handsome and grown-up the three boys had become. They'd been children the last time she'd seen them.
When the receiving line broke up, waiters began to bring in trays of hot hors d'oeuvres. Jim stood in a strategic spot to get them when they first came out. Laura noticed that even the food tasted better the last few days, but somehow she couldn't eat. Her throat was tense and tight with excitement.
Jim and Betty saw to it that she had a drink, and then they wandered off to talk to Elaine. Laura was accustomed to being alone at social gatherings. Single women had to fend for themselves. In the past, she would have found a friend or acquaintance, and they would have sat on chairs against the wall and visited, waiting for dinner to be served.
Laura felt restless. She didn't want to sit and watch everyone else having fun. She walked near the bar and stood there, sipping her drink.
"Hello, sexy," a dark young man said to her. She knew he was one of Elaine's three sons, but she didn't remember which one. He was one of the young ushers.
"Hello," Laura answered, smiling at the compliment. It was the first time in her thirty-six years that anyone had ever called her that. And yet she felt sexy. She felt a warm feeling of aching desire at the way the boy looked at her. A child – and yet, he obviously admired her as a man would.
He stood at the bar, drank, and watched her. Laura finished her drink and went up to the bar to get another.
A middle-aged man-Elaine's brother-edged up to Laura. He had ignored her at many a party and wedding. But tonight he was all smiles.
"Hi, there. Can I get a drink for you, dear?" He leaned close to her, smiled confidentially, and began to complain about his wife. "Harriet won't let me have more than three martinis. She says I have a long way to drive home. What do you think?"
"I think she's right," smiled Laura. "I'll tell you what. I'll give you the olive from my drink."
"It's funny. You women all stick together. But you have such a charming way of cutting me off." He squeezed Laura's arm. It was eerie how friendly this cold man had become.
Nothing's the same tonight, she pondered.
When the man handed Laura the drink, she gave him her olive and he blew a kiss at her and left.
"May I please have another olive?" Laura asked the bartender. He ignored, or didn't hear, her request.
Suddenly a deep young voice insisted, "An olive for the beautiful lady, please." The boy then handed her a small cup with two olives in it.
"You're my friend," Laura thanked him gaily.
"I'd like to be much more than that," the boy replied, looking deeply into her eyes. His look sent electric shocks of lust down to her cunt and to her toes. She turned her eyes away, and when she looked back at him a few minutes later, he was still looking, and he gave her a sly smile.
The boy sauntered off self-consciously and joined a plump young girl with a very short skirt. The waiting girl was heavily pretty in a petulant sort of way. Her face was full, and her thick, pouting lips looked as if they were well-used for kissing and for complaining. Her eyes were stormy and her buxom tits were heaving. She had seen her lover flirting with Laura. He seemed to be an experienced lover, as he quickly soothed the girl's feelings. He sat next to the blonde, a hand possessively clutching her heavy thigh.
Laura tried to recapture her former light mood, but something had happened to her. She still felt that tonight anything was possible to her.
Look at the way people are treating me now, she thought. For years I've been yearning for a little attention, and now I'm swamped with it.
She remembered Lance and smiled. But in his place in her mind's eye, she now saw a sarcastic smile and a sexy leer. The boy had taken over her mind.
That's what happens to frustrated old maids, she thought, trying to laugh it off, but her desire couldn't be laughed away. It ached.
The guests were invited in to dinner, and after reclaiming a wrap that she had forgotten in the reception room in her excitement, Laura walked toward the dining room to join Betty and Jim.
An older man came up to her on her way and gave her a hearty kiss. "You're pretty," he said emphatically, and then he left quickly.
What an odd night. Why are all these things happening to me?
She quivered, remembering what the boy had said: "I'd like to be much more than that." A chill went up and down her spine and then it moved to her cunt. No one had ever said anything like that to her before.
Jesus! What's happening? I've got hot pants for a child! He can't be more than about eighteen, so I'm twice his age. I could be his mother.
The chicken and broccoli arrived. Laura ate a few bites, but it seemed to stick to her throat, no matter how much water she drank.
When the waiter was pouring the coffee a little later, Laura felt a hand on the back of her neck. She turned nervously and saw that it was the boy, who was on his way out of the room, following the sullen girl. Why had he petted her neck? Laura put her hand back there, feeling how her face and neck flamed with excitement.
She gave Jim her dessert and watched stealthily for the boy to re-enter the room. The couple returned, and Elaine smiled at Laura in a strange way. She smiled back at him, wanting him, her throat choking with shame.
What would Elaine think if she knew I was flirting with her young son?
Laura tried to make conversation with Betty as her eyes again searched the room for the boy.
A few minutes later the couple arrived back at their table and the blonde girl was sitting on the boy's lap. He had his hand possessively on her ass. Laura turned her eyes away.
"What's the name of Elaine's son… the one who just went by?" she asked Betty, not looking at her.
"That was Bert. He's been nothing but trouble for Elaine and Tim. He just flunked out of college for the third time, and he's living with that little floozy. His grandmother left him some money and it's almost used up, in one year. He's had about six automobile accidents, and Lord only knows what else he's done that they're keeping quiet. He's a bad apple. Elaine and Tim are heartbroken over him. They tried to get him to see a psychiatrist, but he refused to go. They argue all the time about how to handle him, and they can't seem to straighten him out."
Laura shivered.
What I'm doing isn't helping much, is it? Corrupting the morals of my friend's children. And he's neurotic or worse. How low can you sink?
She sneaked another look at the dark, handsome boy. His hand was now on the buxom girl's tit, and she was finally smiling in a sulky way. The people at their table were staring, but they didn't care.
The orchestra played a fanfare, and the leader announced that the bride was about to throw her bouquet and that all the single girls were to gather in the center of the room.
Betty looked at Laura, but she didn't say anything. She knew from the last few years of weddings that Laura wasn't going to try for it. Laura sat there, sick with jealousy, feeling left out and old again.
Why is she looking at me? It's not for old maids. It's for young girls who have a chance to be married. I'm not going up there to make a fool of myself.
Her cheeks flamed as she remembered how close she was to making a fool of herself in a more serious way.
Laura glanced at Bert, who was staring at her. His mouth was slightly open, and he seemed to be trying to signal her. She couldn't understand what he wanted. At that moment she felt old and rejected. What could he want with her?
A young girl caught the bride's bouquet, and the group returned to their seats. Laura noticed that the sulky blonde seemed even gloomier as she walked back to her table.
The fanfare sounded again, and the young men were to get up this time to catch the bride's garter.
I never saw this done before.
Her eyes followed Bert as he sauntered onto the floor with the other men. The bridegroom pulled the blue garter down off the bride's leg and tossed it into the group of men. Most of them reached for it, but Bert didn't. He just stood there smiling, and as it fell near his foot. he moved away. His older brother picked it up, and the young men returned to their seats. The blonde acted very peeved, and Laura wondered, Why is she so disappointed? He's obviously not the marrying type.
As the orchestra began to play again, Laura turned to talk to Betty and Jim. She felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Bert, asking her to dance.
She got up, thrilled and nervous. Laura was dying to have him hold her in his arms, but she was afraid she wouldn't dance well enough for him.
"I'm not a very good dancer," she apologized, moving toward him.
"Who cares?" he breathed in her ear. "I just want to feel your body next to mine."
Chills went up and down Laura's back. She felt weak from lust and happiness. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the blonde girl glaring at them, looking red-eyed and about to cry. Laura felt a moment's pride at taking the boy away from such a young girl.
What can he see in me?
She couldn't think – all she could do was feel. Bert was holding her very tightly, and she thrilled to his hand on her flesh. Then he kissed her ear, and Laura's knees almost buckled. She was limp from wanting him.
"I have to have you," he breathed in her ear, kissing it again. "Tomorrow?"
"Yes," she mumbled happily, not caring about anything. "Yes!"
"I'll call you. What's the number?"
She whispered the number, barely able to talk.
"Till tomorrow," he said, nibbling at her ear. The music had stopped. Bert brought her back to the table and squeezed her as he helped her with her chair. She felt dizzy and faint.
The boy returned to his date, and Laura noticed that there was a flurry of argument. Laura couldn't help herself. She had to see what was happening. Then he had the blonde on his lap, sulky, but soothed again.
He's quite an operator, Laura admired jealously, wishing it were tomorrow.
As soon as the cake was cut, Bert and the blonde left.
They're probably going home to bed, Laura thought sadly. On his way out, the boy gave Laura a sexy look over his shoulder.
Laura was restless and eager to get home, but Betty and Jim wanted to stay till the very end. Laura wanted today to be over so that tomorrow would come sooner. She lusted for Bert, remembering the way he had looked at her and touched her.
Elaine's brother came up to Laura and asked her to dance. Laura was happy to – anything to make the time go faster.
Also, she thought slyly, I'd better practice. I'm a terrible dancer.
On the way home, Jim teased Laura about all the attention she'd received at the wedding. "You were the belle of the ball," he snickered. "Even the kids were leering at you."
Laura looked nervously at Betty, who giggled, "I'm glad you had fun. It's about time you came out of your shell."
They should only know how far out I've come, thought Laura happily.
Just as she had feared, Laud couldn't sleep. She was over-stimulated from the excitement of the wedding. She kept remembering Bert's face, and the touch of his hands.
His thrilling hands. How could such a young boy Know how to excite a woman this way?
Laura lay in bed and squirmed with desire as she anticipated what Bert would do to her the next day. She was inflamed and aching. It was impossible! She couldn't wait for Bert. She needed to be fucked right now.
Laura reached out her hand for Lance, who slept near the end of her bed. At the thought of him, she felt disloyal and guilty. Lance came eagerly and jumped up on the bed, knocking the covers off. As Laura leaned over to pick them up, Lance came at her from the back.
He's never done that before – not in that place, she thought, curiously allowing him to lick her butt and asshole. It was thrilling to feel his warm tongue pushing up inside her bung. She'd never been touched there before Laura spread her legs and enjoyed it as Lance licked deeper in her ass. She was so excited that she began to come from the feel of his tongue up there.
The dog was getting very excited. Laura moved her ass to the edge of the bed, her legs hanging down. Lance rose on his rear legs and rested his front paws on her ass. His breath was hot, and his odor overwhelmed her. Suddenly she felt his prick enter her asshole. Laura jumped back from the pain of it, but she liked it, too. Lance kept humping at her bung, pushing in deeper and deeper with his wet prick. It filled her with a delightful pain that she couldn't bear, and yet she loved it. Laura's body convulsed in waves of desire as she came repeatedly, clutching at the sheets and moaning with happiness. The dog was coming inside her ass! He jumped off and went promptly to sleep.
I want more. I need to get fucked the other way, too. I guess I'd better give him a little rest – the darling.
Laura dozed fitfully, but she was too stimulated to steep well. She rose and went over to the sleeping dog. She lay close beside him on the rug, breathing his odor in, thrilling to it. His legs covered his cock so Laura gently moved them. She began to rub his tiny, limp prick. The dog stirred, but didn't wake as Laura kept rubbing it. She massaged his balls and then went back to the prick, which was still soft.
Laura moved her mouth towards Lance's prick and put her lips around it. She began to suck, tasting the gamy flavor and smelling the strong dog aroma.
The dog gave a low groan and opened his eyes. He moved, but not enough to stop Laura. He made little happy growling noises as she sucked on his dick. Laura was in a state of sexual frenzy as the cock began to stiffen. This was the most exciting thing she had ever done! She was moaning and coming at the same time. The dog jumped up and tried to nuzzle at her asshole.
Laura dizzily went over to the bed and leaned over the edge in the same position as before. Only this time she guided Lance's furry prick past her asshole and into her cunt. The dog thrust in and out rhythmically, giving low growls of ecstasy. Laura came in waves of enjoyment, throbbing and leaking juice as she shivered and moaned in delight. The dog moved faster, fucking her hard and filling her hole with gooey cum. Laura lay there in bliss as Lance pulled out his limp prick and lay down again to sleep.
Laura sighed and turned over. She dropped off happily to sleep, and she dreamed all night of sexy Bert, and how much she wanted to suck on his prick.