Remorse Laura lay in Bert's arms. He had been napping, and she was afraid to move for fear of awakening him. Finally, she had to stretch, since her muscles felt cramped and restless.
With her gentle movement he stirred, and he opened his eyes. Bert looked at her, smiling. It was the same sexy grin that still turned her on. Although Laura had had one massive orgasm earlier in the evening, she still yearned for more.
"Hi," he leered at her. "Ready for more action?"
"Always," she breathed, petting his limp prick.
"I'm hungry," he groaned. "You're starving me."
"I'll fix you something," Laura offered eagerly. She loved to cook for Bert, and she made supper for him often. She wanted to do everything for him.
"Naw. I'm in the mood to go out," he said, watching her closely for her reaction.
Laura shuddered at the thought of being seen in public with Bert. She had given the matter deep thought and realized that they shouldn't be seen together.
Doesn't he realize how dangerous it is for me? How can I be seen out with a child?
Bert was stubborn, as he had been in the past many times. He loved to sit in dark lounges and eat and drink and listen to music. She loved all that, too, but now she was afraid.
He occasionally let Laura use one of her credit cards to pay for it, but he was a fairly good sport.
I guess his grandmother's money isn't completely gone yet.
He had finally told her that he wasn't working, and he was trying to get into another college. He had been thrown out of the last school recently.
They had had one big argument over being seen together in public, and Bert had won it. Laura had given in that time and all the other times, because she was so afraid he would get bored and stop seeing her. She'd take any risk to keep him. Yet, she held her breath every time they walked together into a restaurant or a bar. Laura well knew how much criticism she would get from her family and friends if they found out about her love affair with a young boy.
"Couldn't we stay home? I feel so nervous when we're out. What if your mother and dad should find out about us? They'd never forgive me!"
"No. I want some night life. The only thing I like to do at home is screw. But I'm not going to force you to go. I can go alone."
That was his ultimate threat that always defeated her. Laura knew that this handsome boy wouldn't stay alone for long. He could pick up any young, beautiful girl he wanted – and they both knew it.
"Okay. I'll go. I want to be with you." Laura kept her fears to herself. She didn't want to smother the boy with her jealousy. She ate herself up with it. Bert wouldn't tell her whether he was still living with the fat blonde, Nancy. Laura believed that he was. Bert was the kind who wanted to eat his cake and have it, too.
Well, I'm sure cutting down her sex rations if he is still living with her.
Laura knew that young boys had insatiable appetites for sex, but she saw Bert nearly every day. So the blonde couldn't be too happy with him if they were still living together.
Laura and Bert bathed and dressed, and Laura fed Lance and took him out. The big dog had gotten accustomed to having Bert around, and he didn't growl or bare his teeth at him any more. However, Laura always locked Lance up when she and Bert were making love. She didn't want Lance to attack Bert out of jealousy, or in order to protect her.
As she brought the big dog back in, Bert asked, "Ready now?"
"In a second. I want to fix my hair."
She smoothed down the wild ends that had blown in the wind, and she thought about her sex life. Laura still fucked regularly with the dog, but not half as often as before. Now that she was in love with Bert, she seldom thought about Lance.
Her preferences in sex had gradually changed, too. She seldom wanted to have Bert or the dog fuck her in the ordinary way any more. Laura enjoyed cock-sucking the most, and her most passionate orgasms came when she sucked on Bert's prick and he had an orgasm in her mouth.
I guess I'm not normal. I like strange things.
Bert was getting impatient. She must have been daydreaming a long time as she did her hair.
"Come on, doll. Are you going to take all night?"
"I'm ready. One more second."
They drove downtown, and Laura was secretly looking forward to being out in a night spot, although she was afraid. It was just that she was so nervous about being seen with Bert.
At first he had teased her, "Are you ashamed of me?"
Her answer always was, "No. I'm ashamed of myself and what I'm doing. I'm much too old for you, and people will be disgusted seeing us together."
Bert just laughed. "You're just right for me, baby. There's nobody in the world who can suck me off the way you do."
"I enjoy making love to you," Laura said. She didn't mention how much she hated his way of describing what she did to him. Laura felt that anything done by people in love was all right. But she thought calling it "suck me off" was vulgar.
Bert squeezed her arm.
I guess I make him happy or he wouldn't stick around. His fat blonde probably won't do what I do to him. She probably couldn't bend over that long.
Her malicious thought made Laura smile, and Bert responded to it. "I like it when you look happy, doll. Sometimes you look so serious that people will think you don't like me."
"I'd like to forget what people think," Laura answered, shuddering.
Laura had four drinks, trying to get rid of her nervous feelings and fluttery stomach. Every time someone new walked into the lounge, she checked his or her face to see if she knew them.
I guess the main problem would be if they knew me.
Bert had something on his mind, and he started the conversation only after Laura's nerves were dulled by drink. "I guess I'd better tell you, doll. You're going to find out, anyhow."
"Tell me what?" she asked through her fog.
"You don't have to worry any more about people finding out. They already know." He said it as though it were good news.
Laura was suddenly almost sober. "Who knows? Jesus! Who?"
"My mother knows, and when she knows, the world knows," he giggled, waving his arms to encompass the universe.
"I don't see what's so funny about it," Laura mumbled, the sinking feeling returning to her stomach. "My reputation's ruined now."
"Why?"
"Why? Because a woman of my age doesn't seduce a boy of eighteen."
"I'm not a boy," Bert insisted in an insulted way. "Anyway, I seduced you."
"They think of you as a boy. To me you're a sexy, wonderful man." She grabbed his hand to try to make up for hurting his feelings.
"You're just making a big fuss over nothing."
"Oh, God! You don't understand. I'm a teacher! My reputation is ruined! Yours is, too, only you don't care!"
"I don't give a shit! I never did," he answered, sneering.
"Does my sister know?"
"They were gabbing on the phone when I was over last night. She knows."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"I wanted to buy you a few drinks first. I knew you'd have a shit fit over it!"
Laura moved her glass away, and she put her head down on the table. Her face was flaming with shame and fear. "I'll never be able to face anyone again. I should have known we'd be found out. How did your mom her about it?"
"My dad's brother saw us last Tuesday night – at the Emerald Lounge. I never even noticed him. People are such gossips! He couldn't wait to call up and tell everybody."
"Let's go home. I feel lousy."
"I know how to cheer you up."
"I don't feel like doing anything."
"I know how to change your mind," he leered, putting his hand between her legs.
Laura knew that he was right. She was putty in his expert hands. He knew just where and how to touch a woman. So young – and so worldly.
As they drove back to her apartment, Laura wept and sniffled. She kept telling herself she'd look terrible with red, swollen eyes, but she couldn't stop.
Bert was quiet, but determined. When they got into the apartment, he brushed aside Laura's objections that she was upset, and he stubbornly began to undress her.
"I'm not in the mood, Bert. Let's make it tomorrow."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm going to cheer us up. We both need it. I want to see you happy and smiling, and then I'll leave. Maybe I'll even stay all night."
Laura sighed, knowing he was right, but feeling so very guilty and ashamed. She kissed him hard.
He stripped her slowly, exclaiming over every bare part of her that he saw. By the time he finished his soliloquy on her navel, she was giggling hysterically in embarrassment.
Bert kissed and nibbled on Laura's tits, and poked his fingers way up her cunt. He rubbed her clitoris and kept rubbing it;, even when she tried to push his finger away.
"No. No more. Oh! Oh!"
He rubbed away. His tongue sought entrance to her mouth, and as his tongue probed her mouth, his finger pushed up her cunt. It was like being raped in two places at one time.
Laura tensed with passion. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. Her face flamed and burned, and her entire crotch ached and lusted for the boy.
He's worth it! He's worth anything I have to go through.
"I love you, Bert," she gasped, letting go a wave of orgasm, melting and dripping in ecstasy.
"I love you, too," he breathed. Laura didn't believe him, but she loved to hear it anyway. She knew that he probably whispered the same thing to his fleshy blonde when he fucked her. Laura felt a real pain of jealousy at that thought. She hated to share him.
"My darling," she said as she kissed him. A tear ran down her cheek.
"Now give me what I want, baby." Bert moved Laura's head down to his large cock, which was swollen and standing up, waiting for her.
"It's what I want, too, darling."
Laura ached to touch his cock, to lick it and suck it. She enveloped it with her tongue, enjoying every familiar bump of it. She licked his tool, savoring the slightly salty taste. Her tongue traveled up and down and around, going in circles on the beautifully swollen prick.
"Oh, God! That's good!" he moaned.
Laura kept licking. She licked his thighs and his balls and the little spot behind the balls near his asshole.
"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!"
Bert was ready to come. She opened her mouth wide and sucked the large dong deep inside. Then, clasping it tightly with her lips, she squeezed the cock, licking the tip as he quivered and moaned.
"Oh! Mmmmmm!"
Bert twitched with ecstasy as Laura licked and sucked. She ached and cramped, her body telling her she was ready to leave the world.
"Mmmm. Bite it! Bite it!"
Laura put her teeth on the cock and pressed them in – ever so gently. She rubbed his balls at the same time.
"My God! I can't stand it! I'm going to come!" he moaned.
Laura rubbed her finger between his balls and his asshole as her sucking increased in speed.
'Mmmmm. Ah! Mmmmm!" he gasped.
A flood of hot sperm filled her mouth as Bert's body stiffened and then let go. Laura gulped it down greedily.
"There's no one like you in the whole world," he whispered breathlessly.
Laura didn't hear him. She was alone in eternity with Bert's cock, licking it, devouring it, enjoying its taste as her body twitched and convulsed in rhythmic motions of release.
"Mmm! Uhhh!"
Laura lay there, the diminishing prick still in her mouth. She licked up every drop of salty cum, refusing to relinquish her claim on his prick.
They slept, with Laura's mouth still on Bert's dick. She awoke soon – cramped and tired – too satisfied to recall her disgrace.
Bert spent the rest of the night with her, and when he left in the morning, he kissed her hard and gave her a worried look.
"Now, don't fall apart over some little thing. Remember, the important thing is to think about how happy we are. Okay?"
She had had her warning. With a sinking feeling, Laura knew that she'd hear from Bert's mother today. He had prepared her as well as he was able to, the doll. Laura remembered every detail of the night gratefully. It would help her to get through what was coming.
She bathed and dressed, dreading the day ahead.
Maybe I can put it off, and she won't be as angry.
Laura decided to leave the house so that Elaine wouldn't be able to reach her by phone.
Since it was a Saturday, she could have gone over to Betty's house, which she often did. But Laura feared Bet's wrath. Bet was no prude. If Bert had been a grown man, Bet would have welcomed a love affair, for her sister's happiness. But a young boy half her age? Laura knew that she'd hear plenty from Bet and Jim. She'd have to stay away from them for a while.
Laura had two quick drinks before she left the house. They didn't help, and she felt as full of shame and guilt as before. The phone rang, and she was afraid to answer it. Laura looked for a book and took it with her. She'd sit and read in the public library to kill time. Nobody could reach her there.
The phone was ringing again as she shut the door. Shivering with fear, she took flight. Laura drove to the library, parked and went inside. She kept wondering who it was who had called.
Was it Bert? Did I miss a call from him?
Laura was afraid to call him at his parents' home for fear of who would answer the phone. She didn't know whether he still had the apartment with the blonde, or whether he lived at home all the time. But Bert had refused to tell her anything about the apartment or give her any phone number or address.
It was an impossible situation. Depressed and angry with herself, she had a bad session with the librarian, trying to explain why she was bringing her own library book back into the library to read. It was irritating. The woman was so ignorant that she couldn't cope with anything but library books being checked out of the library or being returned to the library. Nothing else.
Laura left the library in a huff, flustered and angry, clutching her book.
I probably couldn't have concentrated on reading it, anyway.
She got in the car and drove around, not knowing where she could go. It was a beautiful day, but not yet warm enough to sit outdoors and read.
I need a drink.
Laura yearned to go home and read there, near her bar. But she was afraid of a phone call or a visit.
As she drove, she looked for a place to stop for a drink. It was a strange neighborhood, so she was a bit afraid to go into one of the bars alone. Some of them looked pretty bad. She kept driving.
Laura saw a small restaurant on the corner. They advertised beer, so she knew they had a liquor license.
I'll get a cocktail and then have lunch. I needn't starve, just because I'm in disgrace. It's bad enough that I have to go into hiding.
She parked and walked into the restaurant, carrying her book. Laura felt depressed and lonely, and she felt that no one in the world would ever like her or respect her again.
She ordered a Manhattan and drank it quickly. Then she looked at the menu. She wasn't hungry, but she knew she'd better eat something. She felt lightheaded from just one drink.
"I'll have a grilled cheese sandwich."
"Coffee?"
"No. No, thanks."
"Another cocktail?"
Why not? I feel rotten.
"Yes. One more.
As Laura was sipping her drink, she saw a woman she knew walk in. Her first impulse was to hide from her.
That's silly. She couldn't know about it. Not yet. Pretty soon I won't be able to face anyone.
Laura waved to the woman. She had played bridge with her often in the past. Maybe some company would help her to snap out of it. She was really down.
The woman came over, smiling broadly. "Hello, Laura. Good to see you."
Laura greeted her with a smile. "Hi."
"It's been over a year since we've gotten together in our duplicate group. I really miss playing bridge that way."
"I do, too. We'll have to get together soon."
You won't find two more people who will sit in the same room with me. And you won't either, when you find out.
Laura's cheeks got warm with shame.
The waitress came to take the woman's order. Laura was groping to remember the woman's name.
It'll come to me.
"I'll have a cheeseburger," the woman said.
"Uh… I'll have a Manhattan."
She'll think it's just my second one.
As they ate and chatted, Laura relaxed a little.
The drinks help, she thought gratefully. This woman won't speak to me by next week. I'd better enjoy her company while she will. What's her name? Marie. Marie something.
Marie was talking Laura had missed half of it, but she didn't care. "… and I have to pick up a baby gift for one of my neighbors. So, would you like to go shopping with me? I'd love some company."
"Sure. That'll be fun." Laura hadn't had time to shop for months. It was always paper-marking, lesson-planning or house cleaning on the weekends. Lately, everything had been neglected for Bert. Anyway, she had nowhere to go. She didn't know where to go if she couldn't go home.
They left gaily. The woman was happy about her shopping expedition. Laura was a bit cheerful because of her three Manhattans.
The two women drove to the shopping center in Marie's car. She parked, and they walked into the city's finest department store, Trumbell's.
Laura's head was in a whirl from the drinks, the spring air, and the intoxicating smell of perfume in the store.
They sauntered slowly past the women's blouse section. Laura lingered, but decided to let Marie get her baby gift first before she shopped.
"Do you want to shop here?" Marie asked.
"Later. Let's get your present first."
"Good idea."
They walked toward the escalator, Marie jabbering about starting a new duplicate bridge group, when Laura stopped dead. Facing her in the aisle was Elaine! Bert's mother stood there glaring at her, with Laura's sister, Bet, at her side. Bet looked pale and accusing. Laura wanted to faint to get away from the impossible horror of it! She couldn't. Her knees were weak, but she stayed conscious and had to face her lover's mother.
"I've been calling you," Elaine snarled in controlled fury. "You filthy whore! Why did you have to choose a child to sleep with? Why? Doesn't my son have enough troubles without a sordid affair with an older woman? What can he possibly see in you? Twice his age! I'd have you arrested if I could! And I'm going to find out, believe me! There must be some law protecting youngsters from depraved whores like you!" Elaine was shrieking now, and Bet was crying.
Laura couldn't answer her. Her throat was dry, and her voice croaked. Anyway, what was there to say? Marie stood there, fascinated by the scene. She seemed to be enjoying it, but she looked a little puzzled because she wasn't exactly sure which son of Elaine's Laura was having the affair with.
Elaine ranted on. A small group of people congregated to listen.
It's probably making their day, Laura noted with horror. Everyone loves a victim.
"You're going to stay away from my child! Do you understand? No dirty slut is going to ruin his life! He has enough grief to live down! And if I hear that you're sexually molesting my boy, I'm going to report you to the authorities! There must be some way I can keep an old sex moron away from my child!"
Elaine looked and sounded hysterical. As she raised her hand to strike Laura, Bet pulled at her and stood in the way. "No! No! Don't hit her!" She pulled Elaine away.
"Will you forgive me, Bet?" croaked Laura, looking pleadingly into her sister's eyes. She ignored the hysterical mother.
"You make me sick!" answered Bet in disgust. She pulled her friend away, and led Elaine to a chair, where she wept hysterically.
The crowd of people had formed such a tight circle around them that Laura could hardly push through them. She left the gaping Marie and ran out of the store, crying and gasping for air.
Laura didn't know which was the worst, the public humiliation, or the private knowledge that she deserved it. She ran breathlessly, looking for a cab to take her to her car. She wasn't even sure where she had parked it, but she knew what neighborhood the restaurant was in. She stood there weeping for about fifteen minutes. When she finally got a cab, they drove to the restaurant and she got out. She paid the driver and stumbled around the block, finally finding her car.
I need a drink! I'd better go home for it or I'll never get there! I won't be able to drive!
All the way home Laura wept. She knew she couldn't give up Bert, but the pressures of a hysterical mother could be considerable.
Laura finally reached home, having a few close calls on the way. She was no longer drunk from the earlier drinks, but she couldn't keep her mind on the driving.
Laura threw off all her clothes and ran for a drink. She drank it greedily.
She phoned Bert at his house, desperately needing him and wanting to hear his voice. His mother wouldn't be home yet, so it was fairly safe.
If his father answers, I'll hang up.
No one answered. Weeping, Laura ran for the whiskey bottle.
I don't need the vermouth. Why do I have to be so fancy at a time like this?
Lance had come to greet her when she arrived home. Laura petted him and lay down next to him on the rug.
Maybe he can make me feel better, though I don't think anything can. Why am I so rotten? Why can't I be normal like other people?
Laura turned Lance over on his back so that she could see his prick and his balls. She began to lick the dog's cock. It had a funny, salty taste. As she licked it, it grew harder and bigger. She licked on, enjoying the taste and smell.
Laura opened her mouth and began to suck his dick, savoring the salty, gamy taste. In her excitement she sucked harder, smacking her lips and drooling over the dog's hairy body. He showed his ecstasy with low moaning growls and occasional shivers. Laura almost lost consciousness in her lust as she sucked and tasted his sticky dog juice.
The dog tensed and she knew what was going to happen. She sucked harder, licking the furry tip in a wild fervor. The dog began to rock, and hot, sticky jizz filled her mouth, salty and a little bitter.
She cramped with desire, and an orgasm swept over her, wave after wave of release carrying her into another world. She wept with relief.
Laura lapped away at the dog's prick, swallowing and sucking until the furry cock was limp and soft. The dog made soft, purring sounds.
She slept in exhaustion, the prick still in her mouth. She was unaware when the dog trotted away and slept nearby.
When Laura awoke, she hated to return to consciousness. It was better not to feel anything – not to know anything.
She reached again for the whiskey bottle, shivering with the cold. While she drank down a water glass full of liquors she ran to the bedroom, found a robe, and put it on. Laura returned to the bottle, which had been three-quarters full when she started.
The phone rang and she answered it dully, not even caring who it was. Her self-hatred overwhelmed her. It was a wrong number, and she hung up.
Laura saw her clothes strewn all over the living-room floor. She lay there on the rug, drinking, her head on her girdle, her foot on her brassiere, not wanting to live. She still felt something, and Laura could still relive the horror of Elaine's accusations. She could still hear the mother's hysteria over her child.
A child! Why do I have to fuck with a child?
Laura doggedly finished the bottle, heartburn and nausea overcoming her. The accusing voice was fading away. It was replaced by a dizzy blurring noise. The phone rang, but Laura couldn't hear it.
Lance came up to her and licked his unconscious mistress. But she wasn't able to play.