The Rivals "Well, you're a fine mess!" Bert sounded scornful, but his eyes were worried. He pulled Laura off the floor and hugged her, recoiling from her whiskey odor.
"Oh, I'm sick," she moaned. "I'm so sick."
He led her to the washroom where she vomited for quite a while. They he lay her on the living-room couch and washed her face off with a cloth.
Laura lay there as pale as death. She couldn't talk. What was there to say? She didn't even care how she looked, for the first time.
"You really tied one on, didn't you?" he sneered. 'I've been calling and worrying about you."
"Uh. I'm sick. Let me alone. What day is it?"
"It's Sunday night."
"God! I've been out since Saturday afternoon! What about the dog?"
"That's another thing! He shit all over the front hall. I guess the poor dog asked to go out. Jesus Christ! What a mess this place is!"
"Don't yell at me, honey. I'm sick!"
"Well, somebody's got to stop you from living like this! It's disgusting. You never saw anyone act this piggish on grass!" Bert was very superior and childish at that moment. Laura wanted to hit him and kiss him at the same time.
Laura tried to raise her head. "I've got to feed the dog. The poor creature must be starving!"
"No. He ate one of your plants, and he chewed up your slippers. That must have given him some nourishment. You're a mess!" Bert was determined to insult her.
"I know I'm a mess. You mother spelled it all out for me."
"I know. I heard all about it." He shuddered.
"Please, baby. Feed the dog and take him out. I actually can't move this head. Will you, please?"
"Yes. But I'm not going to clean up his shit from front hall. This place stinks!"
"I'll do it later. Cover it up with something and spray the room. I can't move. Oh, I'm so sick!"
Bert kissed her, making a face at her smell. "It's a good thing I've got a key, or you and the dog could have died here," he grumbled.
He fed the dog, took him out and came back in better humor. "What can I give you to eat, honey?" He petted her arm. "You haven't eaten for a long time."
"Ugh. Nothing. I feel lousy."
"You have to have something. A little soup?"
"I'll try." She sighed gratefully. At least one person cared whether she lived or died.
He worked in the kitchen, opening the can of soup and heating it, and he even fussed with a tray and crackers. He looked like a little boy. Laura wept. It made her head feel worse.
Bert held her head up and fed her, and she was able to get down a little soup. "Why the hell didn't you answer the phone?" Bert demanded.
"I was afraid it was your mother. I didn't want to hear what she had to say again. Mainly because it's true!"
"The hell it is! I've had to take so much crap the last few days that I moved out again. I'm in my own apartment. I'll give you the phone number."
He wrote down a phone number on a small piece of paper and left it on her coffee table.
"Is that girl living there with you?"
"What girl?" he asked cautiously.
The blonde. I think her name is Nancy. You know what girl I mean."
"No. Not any more. I blew her off awhile ago, he answered evasively.
His eyes look shifty. Such beautiful eyes to be so shifty.
"I've been worried about you," he murmured, groping for the buttons on her robe.
"No. I can't fool around now. No. I'm too sick."
"Aw, come on. I've been dreaming about your blow job all night. Come on, baby. That's what I came over for." He looked miffed.
"I thought you came to see me."
"Sure. I like to see you. But I like it even better when you blow me. Come on."
Laura wanted to please him, but every time she moved her head, she got dizzy and sick to her stomach. Her head ached, too.
"No. I can't do it. I'd throw up all over you. I'm too sick."
"Aw, come on."
Bert was acting like a sulky little baby. Laura suddenly realized in shock that that was all he was.
"No. This is the first time I've ever refused you. Now, just forget about it! I can't do it today." She heard herself, and she sounded like a school teacher scolding a little boy.
Isn't that what he is?
Bert sulked and left soon, promising to return and get his cock sucked that night. Laura figured he'd probably find some other girl before then. He had a slight hard-on, and he looked in a sullen mood.
"Bye, Laura. Keep it ready for me. I'll be back tonight. Get this shit cleaned up by then."
"So long, Bert. Thanks for feeding us. I'm not cleaning up anything with his head, and I'm not screwing tonight or giving blow jobs."
He slammed his way out, and Laura cautiously moved to the liquor cabinet. It took her a half-hour to move herself the few feet to cross the big room. But she'd been ashamed to ask Bert for a drink.
Laura had only a few drinks, mainly because she was so ill that she could barely keep them down. Then she slept, trying to block out her disgrace from her mind.
A doorbell was ringing. It couldn't be Bert, because he always let himself in with a key.
Jesus! Maybe it's his mother!
Laura shuddered with fear and shame.
I'm not going to answer! I couldn't stand it to hear any more! No more!
It kept ringing for a long time.
Maybe it's Bet. Maybe she's forgiven me.
That thought jarred her into moving slowly toward the door. She moved slowly toward the buzzer to answer the doorbell. Her head throbbed with pain.
Laura waited by the open front door, holding onto a chair. Her senses recoiled at the odor there.
I have to sit down. I feel sick!
She half crawled back to the couch, leaving the door open.
If it's Elaine, maybe the smell will scare her away. I need a drink.
It was too late. Someone was approaching the front door.
A plump blonde girl walked in. It was Nancy, Bert's old girlfriend.
Or is he living with her now? God! She got even fatter than she was the night of the wedding!
Nancy sauntered in, obviously very nervous. She walked up to Laura and stood there, staring.
I guess she wonders what he sees in me. I look like hell. If I knew my rival was coming, I'd have tried to comb my hair. I'd probably scream if I even touched my head.
The girl was still staring. "Sit down," said Laura. She wasn't going to indulge in any more niceties than that. This repulsive creature was probably here to abuse her.
The blonde sat down awkwardly, her heavy thighs uncovered by her miniskirt. Her fat seemed go to go into rolls at the waist as she sat. Laura tried to concentrate on Nancy's fat. Maybe then she wouldn't hear what the girl said.
"I've come because of Bert's mother," began the girl.
Laura groaned inwardly.
Another round of abuse, by messenger.
"I've had enough," Laura answered. "I'm not going to listen to any more!"
The girl went on, ignoring that. "Bert and I are practically engaged, and here you come to try to break it up!" The girl had a peevish voice. Laura watched the rolls of fat in what should have been her waist. They bounced when she talked.
I need a drink.
"Bert's free to see whoever he wants to," said Laura, her head hurting.
"Old women?" the girl sneered.
The fat bounced. It was intriguing to watch. Laura tried to will herself away from this intruder. She wasn't well enough to get up and push her out.
"What business is it of yours? He doesn't want you any more."
"What business?" the girl screeched. "We're living together! We're practically married!'
Living together! The bastard!
"So Elaine sent you to do her dirty work?"
"I came on my own, and I insist that you stop seeing Bert! You're ruining his life! His whole future!"
Elaine must be pretty desperate about me if she'll settle for this pig as a daughter-in-law. Why does Bert keep her? He can get a beautiful girl. She must suck his cock for him.
Laura sighed.
Elaine's right. I wouldn't want an eighteen-year-old son of mine sleeping with a thirty-six-year-old woman.
The girl was still ranting. "… and Bert's parents are seeing a lawyer about taking action against you. And if you don't stop seeing him, I'll go to your school board and file moral charges against you. They won't want a teacher who corrupts young people!"
Me corrupt Bert? He was born corrupt!
The girl was still shouting. 'And we'll see to it that this whole scandal is smeared all over the newspapers!"
I'll bet! Elaine would die if it happened!
"I'm giving you one day to break it off! One day! He's mine! He has a right to a wife and a family!" The weeping blonde stood up and straightened out her fat rolls.
"Are you done?" asked Laura wearily.
"You've had your warning! I have his whole family behind me!" The girl ran out and left the door open.
Good. The place needs airing out. I need a drink!
Laura started another bottle and drank about four full shots. She groaned and lay back on the couch.
It's all wrong. It's not just what people say. He needs to straighten out, not get more depraved. I'm just another scandal he doesn't need. He's had enough of those.
She wept with shame.
Contributing to the delinquency of a young boy! And after living a decent life for so many years! But I love him so!
She wept herself to sleep.
Bert woke her. He sniffed at her in disgust. "You're still dirty and drunk," he scolded. "What a pig sty! The door wide open and everything! Now get up and brush your teeth and take a shower!"
She obeyed him listlessly, moving slowly toward the bathroom.
What was the use? I'm not going to see him again.
Somewhere in the dream world between waking and sleeping, Laura had made her decision. She was going to break up with him.
Laura washed up and returned very slowly to him, determined to get it over with quickly.
I need a drink.
But she was still ashamed to go and get it.
I'll have it when he leaves.
She shed a tear at the thought of Bert leaving for good.
He had unzipped his pants and his beautiful prick was out, swollen and waiting for her. Laura sighed.
What harm is there in pleasing him one last time? And myself?
She slowly bent her aching head and then dived for his prick, eager and hungry for her last happiness.
Laura licked and lapped and sucked. It was so hard and swollen that the cock looked like it had really waited for her.
He hasn't gone to another girl.
Laura sucked hard, enjoying every familiar bump of the prick, even though her head ached and throbbed. She tried to fasten each sensual image of smell and taste in her memory, to last forever. Tears ran down her cheeks as she sucked.
She felt the old wonderful ache and tension as her body was racked with spasms of lust and relief. She came in floods, cramping and letting go – then cramping and aching and pouring out cum again.
My last time with Bert, and it's beautiful!
Her eyes were flooding, too.
Laura's nose was running, and she was gasping for breath when Bert grabbed her arms hard and made a sudden jerking movement. Then the cum swept in hot waves into her mouth, filling it with salty, delicious juice.
Laura swallowed every last drop of his jism, saying a silent good-bye to Bert's masculine beauty. She wept.
"What the hell are you bawling about? Didn't you come?"
"I came."
"Come on. Let's go out and have some fun!"
"No, Bert. I've made a decision. I'm not going to see you again." Laura said it quietly, but her determination was very obvious.
"Aw, come on. I don't listen to my parents. I never did. Come on. What the hell do we care what they say?"
"No. It's over. I've made up my mind. You need a normal life with a girl your own age. Some day you'll be getting married and having children. And you have to get a job."
"Not me!" Bert's life ideal was not a decent wife and a family.
"Someday you'll have to go to work and stay out of trouble."
"I've got dear old dad to bail me out."
"Not forever. I'm sorry for ruining you even more. I'm sorry, really," sobbed Laura.
"You didn't ruin me, honey. You made me happy. I want you."
"It's done. Good-bye, Bert." Laura forced herself to stand up. Her head still hurt.
"You really mean it, don't you?" he sulked.
"Yes, and I'm going to be very unhappy for a long time. I have no one else to take your place."
Laura had a guilty fleeting thought about Lance, but she didn't say anything more.
"Did someone threaten you?"
"Yes. Of course. But that isn't it. I could find some other kind of work. I know it's wrong, and I've known it for too long."
Bert stood up. "I'll call you tomorrow. You'll change your mind. You need me," he announced proudly.
"Don't call," Laura said dully. "It won't change things. I'm ashamed of what I've done."
He gave her a quick kiss and left. She shuddered at how much it thrilled her.
How am I going to get over this? How?
Laura wept and wept, and she drank for a long while, but nothing dulled the lonely ache she had for Bert. She'd never forget the boy. He was selfish and babyish, but she desired him. She needed to suck on his prick already.
As Laura drank, Lance licked at her arm, nudging her for attention.
I suppose you have to go out, darling.
She raised her head slowly, propping it up with her hand. Then she put on a raincoat over her robe, moving very slowly so as not to jar her head, which was very bad again.
After Laura walked Lance, nothing seemed worth doing. Even being with Lance had lost its appeal.
She fed the dog, cleaned up his mess, and went back to the couch to mourn Bert.
What a lousy life. I want only the wrong things.
When Laura next looked at the clock she realized it was morning.
I'll never make it to work.
She picked up the phone and dialed. Luckily, the school secretary answered.
"This is Laura Bellini, Hazel. How are you?"
"Fair. You know how Monday mornings are here."
"Yes. I'm not feeling well myself. Will you please give Mr. Anderson a message for me?"
"Don't you want to talk to him?"
"No. Please. I'm not up to it! Tell him I'll be in tomorrow for sure. I'm not calling again later. He can count on me for Tuesday. This headache will be gone by then."
"Okay."
"Thanks. Good-bye." That was Laura's effort for the day. She felt weary and listless from depression.
The dog was licking at Laura's arm. "You're all I have left now, dear." She rubbed his head, deciding what she wanted to do. She felt nothing but emptiness inside.
Lance licked at her arm again, insistently. "Poor doll. I've been really ignoring you lately."
She sighed and took off her robe and got down on the rug with him. She moved aside some of the litter of her cast-off clothing. The dog began to lick her tit. It felt good, but not like before. Laura had him lick her cunt and she liked it, but no wild ecstasy happened. The rough tongue felt better as it rubbed. She squirmed and sighed, but she mourned for Bert.
Lance was trying to mount her.
He wants to fuck me. He probably needs it, because it's been about a week since we've screwed.
Laura didn't want to be fucked any more. Her tastes had changed, and she wanted to suck a prick. "No, darling. Not that way." She gently moved the dog down on the rug and turned him over, his cock and balls exposed. He quivered and panted with lust, a giant hard-on standing up in the air.
Laura petted his prick, reminiscing how it used to excite her. She still loved the dog, but now she needed more. She put her head down on the dog's dick and tried to recapture the bliss she used to have.
She licked and sucked his rod, enjoying the doggy odor and taste. It was still good. The feel of his cock in her mouth was wonderful, and she enjoyed the blow job, sucking hard. But, nothing happened to her. Nothing!
The dog growled and groaned, and a strong scent of sperm filled the air. Lance came saltily in her mouth, his prick gushing hard and then oozing continuously for a long time. She swallowed it down, and kept licking the prick as it erupted come. Suddenly the dog left.
Nothing. Is that all that's left for me in my life?
Her cunt ached for Bert, and she squeezed her legs together and tried to pretend that her cunt was full of Bert's jizz. But there was no relief. Dripping with the dog's goo, she lay there drinking, trying to console herself that she was just tired and blue over Bert.
I'll get excited the next time that Lance fucks me. Or am I fucking him? It'll be the way it was.
But she didn't believe it.