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Time and space I’d lost track of both. It was impossible to tell how long it had taken me to get from the parking lot to my apartment. My throbbing head was filled with a jumbled mass of incidents, some real, some nightmarish. But now it didn’t matter any more. I’d made it home.
My shoulder was propped up against the apartment wall next to my front door. I was doubled over weakly as I dug the key out of my pocket. It was covered with mud and I tried to dean it off the best I could before inserting it into the lock.
As I twisted the key I felt the quick stab of pain in my right side. Grimly I gritted my teeth, turned the key all the way and then I shoved the door open and staggered inside.
“Link?”
I’d slammed the door shut behind me. Now I was leaning heavily against it. I saw that the TV was on, tuned to one of the black and white late-late shows.
Nancy was coming out of the easy chair in front of the set.
“What in the world happened to you?” She was at my side now, holding onto my arm and helping me across the room.
“A couple of guys beat the hell out of me.”
She was guiding me towards the bathroom door. “Let’s find out how badly you’re hurt.”
The toilet seat was down and I slumped onto it. Already Nancy was gently taking off my trench coat and I helped her get me out of the rest of my clothing.
When all of my mud-caked clothes piled up in a corner of the bathroom, Nancy helped me stand unsteadily in front of the mirror so that I could inspect myself. My face was unmarked; but the bruises around my rib cage and middle were great splotches of angry red, beginning to turn the shade of purple.
Gently Nancy’s hands were probing my ribs. “Do you suppose they might be broken?”
“I don’t think so, Nancy.”
“How about internally? Shall I call the doctor?”
“No. I’ll be all right.”
Hearing the concern in her voice and seeing her dark blue eyes staring back at me in the mirror had made me feel better already.
“I’ll fix you a hot bath,” she said. “That’ll fix you up fast.”
Her lovely face smiled encouragement; and the way the robe was clinging to her elegant figure was better than any medicine. I grinned back at her. “I’d appreciate that.”
“Sit right down here. It’ll only be a minute.” She helped me settle down on the toilet seat again. She turned on the water, letting it run into the tub.
Bending forward like that had opened up the front of her robe. Inside, suspended like two lush oranges, were her delightful breasts, moving slightly as she adjusted the water. Silently I cursed the two guys for incapacitating me momentarily.
“All right,” she said. “Let’s get you into the tub.” Together we managed it, slowly and carefully. I slid down into the hot water, relishing its heat seeping into my sore muscles.
After I’d stretched out luxuriously she straightened up and her glance moved slowly over my body. “What a shame,” she said. “But you’ll be good as new. This will warm you up outside. I’ll get something to warm you up inside.”
The moment she’d left the bathroom I closed my eyes and let the warmth of the water work its therapy. Thank God, for Nancy. Thank God for all Nancy’s.
Somehow she always managed to turn up whenever I really needed her. Whether I needed her encouragement, her companionship, or her sex, she seemed to be there just at the right time. She didn’t have to. After a couple of years of marriage we’d gotten a divorce.
We’d had a great sexual relationship while we’d been married. In fact, we’d gotten along very well in every respect. Except one. Nancy just couldn’t wait the years that it was taking for me to get my law degree. For her, life was too short. It was enjoyed now, not tomorrow. And so the divorce.
It had been a divorce without anger, without recriminations. Ever since then Nancy had dropped by occasionally to spend the night with me. The robe she was wearing, along with a few of her clothes, remained in my closet. She lived in West Los Angeles and worked for an advertising agency.
“Here you are, Link,” Nancy was saying now. She handed me a drink of scotch, she’d also fixed one for herself. “This will warm you up inside.”
“Thanks, Nan.”
“Oh, by the way,” she said quickly, “congratulations on passing the Bar. I’m so happy for you, Link.”
“I’ll drink to that and to you.”
She turned off the water before she sat down on the toilet seat. While I lay in the tub, having my drink, she insisted I tell her what had happened that night.
So that she’d be able to understand all of it, I had to go back to the moment I’d gotten the phone call from Sarah Leighton. I went through the entire thing chronologically. But I omitted a few items. The intimate things with Bonnie and her sister Honey, for instance.
Every once in a while Nancy got up and turned on the hot water tap. With the heat of the water and the double scotch I was getting very drowsy. I didn’t want to go to bed to sleep but after I’d climbed out of the tub and showered with cold water, I was so weary I could barely stand up.
Nancy helped me into bed, pulling the sheet up to my chin. Before she’d straightened up again, I was already asleep. When I awoke the next morning I was aware of the comforting warmth of Nancy in bed with me. Outside my window I could hear the rain continuing. I moved my legs and squirmed slowly around in bed, finding that I felt much better than the night before. Silently, so that I wouldn’t awaken her, I got out of bed and went into the bathroom.
Standing in front of the mirror I inspected myself. My rib area and the middle section was a mass of black bruises. I let my fingers probe my ribs, then the kidney area. There was no pain within it. My muscles were very sore and I had a slight headache but I figured I’d live. I was especially grateful for that when I noticed that Nancy was standing in the bathroom doorway. Her sleep-misted eyes mirrored her concern.
“What’s the matter, Link?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all.”
I was beginning to feel great. Nancy always slept in the nude and she’d crept out of bed and carve to the bathroom without slipping into her robe. Framed in the doorway, she was an exciting and elegant dusky figure with the mass of jet-black curls slightly disheveled. Just enough. to make her look even sexier.
I glanced causally down the front of myself, noticing that the sight of her had stirred me markedly. “I was just making an early morning inspection, Nan.” My glance came up to meet hers and I smiled. “No problems.”
As I started toward her she retreated. “Now, Link,” she said, “please take it easy. You need some more rest. Come back to bed and sleep some more.”
When Nancy spoke like that she meant it. No nonsense. “All right,” I said.
“Let’s go back to bed.”
She stepped to one side so that I could get by her. I went back to the bedroom and slid under the sheet. I heard the toilet being flushed and a couple of minutes later she was sliding into bed beside me.
I kept my eyes closed, faking sleep. She squirmed around a bit and finally got settled onto her stomach. I felt the quick and pleasant surge of excitement jolt through me; but I didn’t rush it.
Motionless and with my eyes closed I was recalling the other times that we’d been in bed together, the stimuli and reactions between us that had always made sex so wonderful. Outwardly Nancy gave the appearance of being a cool and elegant woman, uninterested in sex to the point of being frigid. But after you live for a time with a woman you soon began to understand her.
You soon begin to learn her wishes and wants, the most sensitive parts of her skin and body. With some it’s the breasts, other the back or the hollow of the shoulder, and so on. With Nancy it was her fanny.
Not only was hers sensitive, it was hyper-sensitive. Just a mere touch there always set her off. And now, with my eyes closed, feeling the strength building within me and my breath coming very rapidly, I plotted and schemed. She had fallen asleep again, I could tell, because she was breathing slowly and very regularly.
Feigning restlessness, I twisted about until I was lying on my right side and facing her. She hadn’t that moved. After a couple of moments I squirmed again and then my left arm had settled across the small of her back. She shifted slightly, as though the touch had almost brought her awake but then she was sleeping soundly again.
Lightly and slowly I was sliding my arm downward and at the same time I pulled my arm towards me. That zeroed my hand on her vertebrates at the lower part of her back. Gently I slid it downward, feeling the softness of her skin against my palm and then the firm and rounded curve of her fanny.
My fingers tightened and I began to massage it, feeling her tighten and react to my touch. Slowly she began to squirm and then she quickly shoved back the sheet and flipped onto her back.
She turned her head to look at me. A smile lurked at the corners of her lovely mouth. “You’re losing your touch, Link.”
“What do you mean?”
“I thought you’d never make a pass.” She turned onto her side and then she kept on coming, sliding right on top of me. My arms went around her and snuggled her breasts against my chest.
I said, “So you weren’t even asleep.”
“No, I’m pretty sneaky.”
“And sexy,” I added.
Her mouth came down to mine and for long moments we kisses avidly, letting her lips stroke lightly, then pull savagely. Her groin was digging warmly against mine. Suddenly her legs slid outside of mine and she was propped on her hands as she scooted up the front of me, bringing her breasts even with my mouth.
Like dusky and sun kissed fruit they were suspended above me, waiting to be tasted and savored. As she brought the left one down to my mouth, my lips firmed on the throbbing nipple while my tongue moistened its pointed tip.
“I’ve never been in bed with an attorney,” Nancy said.
While she took the left breast away and substituted the right one, I said, “Then you’re in for a treat.”
“I know that,” she said. With a happy sigh she’d suddenly let herself down even more.
I was nursing on her delicious nipple and the sudden movement her lush breast jammed it against my lips. She moved her shoulders and shifted them so violently that she was mauling her breast against my face.
My hands slid down her back. I clasped her buttocks and dug my fingertips into the firm and heated flesh. I felt her reacting against the pressure; and then she shoved herself backwards, and I had to loosen my grip. Down the front of me she was sliding now, her lovely hot tongue washing my chest and nipples, then moving down the front of my stomach. Her little rumbles of delight had became audible.
“You’re a poor weakling,” she purred. “So just relax and let Nancy do all the work.”
“You’re getting old, Nan.”
“Why?”
“If you call this work.”
I tried, to relax but it was impossible. She knew exactly what I liked and how I liked it; and her mouth and tongue were ecstasy and passion as they smothered me and brought fantastic delights.
I squirmed around on the bed as my hands stroked her back and hips. She was too far away from me so I rocked on my shoulders, clinging to her as I pulled myself across the bed until I was able to nibble at the outside of her knee.
With the heat and the delights building up below, I tried to get under her leg and around her knee but she was resisting the force of my hands. Caught up in the raptures that jolted through me I gripped her thigh and pulled the leg out from under her. She collapsed onto the bed, face down.
“Nancy!” My throat was clotted with passion and I wanted her the way she’d just had me.
“What, Link?”
She had straightened up. Now she was on her knees, staring down at me. “Have you forgotten? You’re a poor weakling.”
She pivoted on one knee as a lithe brown thigh moved above me and then she was sitting astride my waist. My hands whipped up and I began to massage her restless fanny. With the purring sounds bubbling in her throat, she began to move towards my chest, letting her heat and hunger rub erotically against my skin.
I kept pressuring her fanny, bringing her me and then, with a quick and graceful move, she was sitting on my chest, facing me. All of her weight was not on my chest, I could tell, and supporting herself with her legs, she let herself downward.
With the blood boiling in my veins and booming against my ear drums she brought herself to me. Then that was all blotted out by her heat and moistness, by feeling her react joyously to my touch. Through the humid mist of ecstasy that enveloped me I could hear her groans of delight, the nice things she was saying about me, the things she had said so often to me while we’d been together like this.
Nancy was beautiful and exciting and what made it even better was that we. knew each other completely. Each of us knew how the other one would respond to a movement and touch. I could tell that she was becoming extremely passionate, that I was bringing her along to a high pitch; and I knew that in a moment or two she would be completely ecstatic.
“Link!” she cried out, and at the same time she’d lunged away from me.
“Nan!” I said. “You’re the greatest!”
“No, no, no,” she was babbling, as she squirmed down the front of me. “It’s you. You, you, you.” She had grabbed me now, holding onto me fiercely as she looked down at me.
“I had to come back, Link! I need you -“
She paused because she was concentrating and I felt the heated dampness of her, her exciting and awaiting feminity. Astride me, she guided and probed the entrance; and then she suddenly dropped herself down on top of me.
“That’s how I need you!” she cried. At that second she fell forward. Her legs were entwined around mine and we were locked together. Her arms had slid around my neck, and our mouths were sucking rapaciously.
Now that we’d weathered the first exquisite jolt, we were content to heighten the degree of ecstasy with our mouths. My lips were so sensitive that whenever they touched hers; I felt her tightness squeezing powerfully, stroking and caressing me as though she possessed a thousand little erotic fingers.
We made love like that for a while, trying to control the intensity of our passion, letting it become more intense at the slowest and most delightful pace.
But before long her convulsions were so pronounced that I couldn’t resist it any longer. I was a mass of intense delights, and the pressure was demanding release. I felt like a bow, taut and dangerous, the arrow fitted to the string and the slightest touch capable of letting it fly.
With a loud groan Nancy pulled her mouth away from mine; and then with her hands on my chest she’d pushed herself backwards until she was sitting upright.
“Link!” It was an agonizing wail that slipped through her clenched teeth. “I can’t wait-!”
That was the signal which we both knew so well. She turned into a violent and savage rider who bounced and pivoted and turned and screamed; and I was the steed, trying to dislodge her. I arched and bridged and bucked with quick, violent movements that made her squeal even more loudly.
I was running out of breath. I was weakening but at the same time I was becoming bigger and more powerful, a huge mass of ecstasy that surged and raged.
The passions constricted her and swelled me; and at that point the wonderful heart-stopping moment swept over us. Suddenly I couldn’t see her distinctly anymore. She was a blurred figure above me, her face contorted as the spasms of delight tore at her and then she broke loose completely.
Far below me I heard the earth move and shudder and the chasm opened. Through it came the terrible and power built-up intensity and it shot skyward.
I arched violently, my passion and strength powering her upwards and for several delightful moments she was riding high, on the very top of the crest.
Then I dropped down again and she came down with me.
Exquisitely she was enfolding me, enveloping me with her sweetness and ecstasy.
It was a lush heaven of fulfillment.