Tim took his time finishing his barbecued beef sandwich. The evenings were long, much too long, and Tim had gotten in the habit of taking much more time than he needed to do even the simplest thing. Everything had to be stretched out to fill as many of the empty spaces as possible. Tim's evenings were nothing but empty spaces, except for the rare occasion when he was called on to do some small errand for Jay.
Tonight there would be no errands. Tim knew he had to decide what to do with himself before he finished his coffee; otherwise there would be a long empty space in this diner, another chain of cigarettes, more tunes on the juke box. When "Rockin' Robin" came on for the fourth time, Tim had had enough. He jumped up, slammed his money on the counter, yelled "keep the change" and ran out the door, nearly colliding with the crazy newsboy.
Once out on the street, Tim's pace slowed. The lights of Sunset Strip glowed brightly, invitingly. Tim made an arbitrary decision, stepped into a small, average-looking bar, one of the many bars on that particular block. He wondered if it belonged to Jay – most of the bars on this street did. What the hell, he thought, what else can a poor boy do? He grinned to himself. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad.
The bar – Papa's, it was called – was wholly unremarkable: dark, smoky, booths covered in black and red synthetic leather, rattan bar stools. Tim waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark, took a seat at the bar, ordered a seven-and-seven. Just as the drink arrived, someone behind him said, "Got a light?" The voice was cool and low.
Tim was used to cool, low voices. He turned around, expecting to see the usual barfly, some woman in her forties, not-quite drunk, painted – like a fading actress. What he did see was a girl whose beauty made him instantly dizzy. She had long black hair, straight but thick, enormous green eyes, a pale complexion, full lips. She wore hip-hugger slacks and a half-top that left her stomach exposed, and her stomach was smooth as a freeway. Tim had never seen anything like this girl. He wanted her, and right then.
"Well?" said the girl.
"Oh," Tim said. "Sure." He fumbled in his pocket for a match, pulled out his keys, his change, an old race track ticket and a pocket-knife before he found the matches. He struck once, twice, three times before he finally got the match going. The girl watched in amusement, smiling. "I hope you're not a heavy smoker," she said.
"No," Tim said. Did heavy smoking displease her? If so, he would quit entirely. He would never do anything to displease this girl, if she would only stay with him.
"Who are you?" he said.
"Judy," she said. "And you?"
"Tim, I think."
She smiled again. This is a nice guy, she thought. How long has it been since I met a nice guy? "Let's go sit in a booth," she said.
Tim followed her to the booth, feeling the first ticklings in his loins as he watched her swing her ass just ever so slightly. "A drink?" she said, after they were seated. Tim signaled the waiter, ordered two drinks even though he had barely touched his first.
"Are you a little confused?" said Judy. This guy was funny, almost like a farm boy come to the city. Funny, but nice too, in a way. She found herself liking him. He thought for a minute. "No, not confused. Or maybe I am confused. I don't know." He laughed, and Judy laughed with him.
Then it hit him: this girl was a prostitute, a whore! How could such a beautiful girl be a whore? Maybe, he thought with a shock, maybe she even worked for Jay. What would happen? What was he doing here? If this was one of Jay's girls…
"You look like you just got hit with an iron. What's wrong?"
"What's your last name?" Tim asked, still gaping at the girl. He had heard the names of some of the girls who worked for Jay; maybe he could find out without asking her directly.
"Are you some kind of cop?"
Tim laughed. "Not hardly," he said. "I'm just trying to find out… Well, look, let me ask you a personal question. What sort of work do you do?"
This guy is dumb, Judy thought. What does he think I am, a social worker? "I'm a social worker," she said.
"Really?"
"No, not really. Really I'm an organ grinder, and I'm looking for a partner. Would you be interested?"
I'll bet you're an organ grinder, Tim thought, resenting the girl for her mockery of him. "Come on. Please. It's important to me to know."
"Why is it so important?"
"Because," he said, "I think I'm in love with you." Tim was embarrassed. He had never said those words before, not once in his life.
Judy's expression became serious. "No," she said. "You're not in love with me. You don't want to be in love with me. I work nights." She didn't want any man in love with her, certainly not now, while she was working for Jay, and probably not ever.
"That's what I thought. Do you work for Jay Snyder?"
Instantly Judy was suspicious. "You're a cop," she said, and started to get up from the booth.
Tim grabbed her wrist. "No, sit down, please. I'm not a cop. I work for Jay too."
She eyed him suspiciously, still standing. "The collector's already been to see me this week," she said. "I don't have anything for him right now, not for a couple of days."
"I'm not a collector either. I just drive for him, do his errands, shine his shoes."
"Jay Snyder's shoeshine boy. Well, how do you do?"
"Will you sit back down?"
"OK." Judy sat down, stared into her drink, rattled the ice cubes against the glass. Just my luck, she thought. I finally meet someone nice and he turns out to be Jay Snyder's errand boy. She looked up at him. He was smiling, a warm, friendly smile that made her relax a bit. He seemed very different from the other men who worked for Jay, the big, tough hoods who took their pleasures from her whenever they pleased. Yes, this one was different. She wondered how old he was, he seemed to be about her own age.
"How did you get trapped into working for Jay?" Tim asked. He knew how Jay got his girls, knew he played on their innocence and their fears to keep them under control until they were so deeply into his messy system that they couldn't ever get out, couldn't do anything except become hardened prostitutes. Very few women ever went to work for Jay willingly.
"It just happened," said Judy. "I'm not even sure how. You wouldn't be interested anyway."
"But I am interested. I want to know everything about you." He gazed at her breasts, at the soft points of her nipples showing through the blouse. "Everything," he added.
Judy looked at him, trying to gauge his sincerity. Was this boy for real, or was he just trying to soft-talk her into a free roll in the sack? Was he like every other man she'd ever known, or was he truly different? She met his eyes, saw that he was actually paying attention, not just making conversation. He was paying attention to her. "It's a long story," she said. "You sure you want to hear it all?"
"I'm sure."
Judy began her story, recalling with pain the shabby little theater in Bisbee, her parents and her home, her plans for college and a life of adventure. God, she thought as she talked, it seems like such a long time ago, like another world that I can never go back to, no matter what happens from here on in. How had it come to be this way? How could she have thrown that life away, what could she have been thinking of when she ran off with Tom?
The thought of Tom brought tears to her eyes. She couldn't bring herself to go on with the story. Tim saw her hesitate, saw the tears start to form, so he reached over and covered her hand with his own. "It's OK," he said. "Tell me. Maybe it won't hurt so much if you talk about it."
Won't hurt so much? How could it not hurt, she thought. It'll never change, it'll just go on hurting forever. The only thing I can do is try to forget about it. She looked around her, saw the dingy bar, the few customers doing their best to forget everything too, knew that as long as she worked for Jay, as long as she had to spend her nights in places like this, she could never forget. Maybe he's right, she thought. Maybe I should go ahead and talk about it. She continued talking, telling him about Tom and how he had deserted her, about the abortion, about her first meeting with Jay Snyder. The warmth of Tim's hand urged her to continue, to tell everything. Never in her life had she shared her troubles, her deepest feelings, with another human being.
Tim listened with all his heart, never taking his eyes from Judy. Here, he thought, was someone just like him, with the same problems. Her background may have been different from his, her goals different, but basically they were two people caught in the same miserable situation. They were both trapped, trapped by Jay Snyder and by their own innocence, and they both wanted out more than they wanted anything else in the world. Maybe if the two of them stuck together they could find a way out. If not, then at least they could share their misery with one another. As far as Tim was concerned, it was definitely worth a try.
Judy had stopped talking. "That's it," she said, "and here I am." She felt tired, but she also felt relieved, lighter. It was as if she had been allowed to rest, to pass the burden of her life to someone else, even if just for a moment.
"Here you are," said Tim. "Here we both are."
"Both of us," she agreed. She looked at him, suddenly curious. "How did you get here?" she asked. "What's a nice boy like you doing in a place like this?"
Should I tell her? Tim thought. Maybe she'll think I'm just a cheap crook and she won't want to have anything to do with me. He decided to chance it – the least he could do was repay her honesty with his own. He told her about his boyhood in Brooklyn, how everyone and everything seemed to work against him. But be made no excuses for himself, "I made the decisions," he said, "no one else. I could have been stronger."
"Nobody's that strong. Nobody. You did what you had to do, just like I did, so don't blame yourself. It wasn't really your fault."
"I don't know," he said, shaking his head. "I really don't know."
"Of course it wasn't your fault. Did anyone ever offer to help you? Did you ever get any encouragement?"
"No, I guess not. Maybe you're right. Anyway…"
"Yeah," she said. "Anyway…"
"Here we are."
Judy smiled. It felt good to have a friend, someone she could talk to, someone who could understand. And, she thought, he's not bad looking either.
Tim was thinking exactly the same thing, although in slightly more superlative terms. Judy seemed even more beautiful to him now than she had when he first saw her – her face had relaxed, had taken on the youth and innocence that she must have left behind in Bisbee. And her body… Tim felt a little bubbling sensation in his balls, the brewing of juices. "Judy?" he said.
"Hmmmm?"
"Can we go someplace?"
She wanted very much to go someplace with this man. But tonight was one of her working nights, she was "on duty" and, if one of Jay's men came looking for her only to find her missing, it would mean another beating and rape scene later on. Still, she felt that it would be worth any beating or torture that Jay's men could give her, just to be alone with Tim, to feel the weight of his body, the touch of his fingers. "Let's do," she said. "Let's go to my place."
These words brought Tim up short. "Let's go to my place," she had said, as if he were a customer, a john. She must have said those words hundreds of times before. And now they would go to her place, the place that Jay Snyder paid for, and make love on a bed that had been used by every anonymous john on Sunset Strip. It was like saying "I love you" to someone and then having them say "step into my office, won't you?"
Judy guessed what he was thinking. "It's OK," she said gently, "we'll go to my home, not my place of business."
Tim looked at her. If that was true, he thought, if we're really going to her house, then I must be something special to her. His heart started racing. Was this possible? Did she really like him? It was almost too much to believe. Tim felt his desire for this girl, which had already reached feverish proportions, rise still more. Already his cock was straining against his pants. "Let's go."
They were too involved with one another to notice the ringing of the pay telephone at the bar. The bartender picked up the phone, spoke in a low voice for a moment, then walked over to their booth. "Judy Burton?" he said.
The bartender's voice brought Judy back to reality. She was a whore, she thought, nothing but a whore, always on call. "Yes," she said, "I'm Judy Burton."
"Phone for you."
She walked over to the bar and picked up the phone, dreading to hear the voice on the other end of the receiver, knowing that it would bring an end to her evening with Tim. "Hello," she said, caution in her voice.
"Hiya, Judy, this is Nelson."
Slackjaws Nelson was Jay Snyder's enforcer, a big, mean, ugly man with a body like steel and a mind like a peanut. He did all Snyder's dirty work, the 'convincing', as Jay called it.
"What do you want?"
"Now, baby," Slackjaws said, "is that any way to talk to your best friend, after all I done for you?" Slackjaws snickered. "I got a trick for you."
"Oh, Mr. Nelson," she said (the muscleman hated his nickname), "I've had four already tonight, I'm pretty tired." She hoped her lie would impress the enforcer, make him leave her alone at least long enough to spend some more time with Tim.
But it didn't work. "No sob stories, baby. Just douche yourself out, take an aspirin or something. This is a big one, a personal friend of Jay's. He'll meet you there in half an hour." Slackjaws hung up without giving her a chance to reply.
Judy walked back to the booth, feeling like a zombie. "Tim," she said, "I can't go. Something's come up, a change of plans."
"You mean a customer." He had known the phone call would bring had news, bring an end to the only good evening of his life. Oh, well, he thought, maybe I can see her another time. But he was disappointed, bitterly disappointed. "It's OK," he said, without conviction. "I understand."
"No, you don't understand at all. You think I'd rather be with a customer than with you? Christ, I'd give up all my customers just to be with you another five minutes, but this isn't just any customer. It's a friend of Jay's. That was Slackjaws on the phone."
Tim knew she was telling the truth, and he understood immediately. He'd heard stories about what Jay did to his girls when they crossed him, about Slackjaws and his vicious perversions. As much as he wanted Judy, he didn't want her to get hurt, didn't want her to have to submit to Slackjaws or any of the others. "OK," he said. "Maybe another time. Come on, I'll get you a cab."
"No, I'm supposed to meet him here."
Tim nodded, reached for his coat. "Can we meet another time?"
There was fear in Judy's eyes. "I don't know, Tim," she said. "It might be dangerous. For you, I mean, not for me."
"I don't care about that," Tim said fiercely. "I have to see you again. I have to…"
Judy saw the passion in his eyes, heard it in his trembling voice. It made her afraid, but it excited her too. She began to think about Tim's hands, to feel them stroking her breasts, reaching into the warm wet darkness of her pussy. "We'll see," she said, smiling. "We'll see. You know where to find me."
Tim nodded slowly. He was on fire with love for her, wanted her body more than he had ever wanted anything. Nothing was going to come between them; not Jay, not Slackjaws, nothing.
He put on his coat, stared deep into Judy's eyes for a moment, then turned and walked out the door. He stood there, very still, breathing deeply, trying to think. Something new had come into his life, something new and tremendously exciting, this beautiful girl with her full ripe body, this girl named Judy. Maybe this is it, he thought, maybe my luck's finally changing. He felt that with Judy beside him he could do anything, quit Jay, go out on his own, maybe even find a way to get into college and become a doctor. Anything was possible now.
He began walking down the street, lost in his fantasies, in dreams of a solid and glorious future with Judy, his wife. He was so wrapped up in plans that at first he didn't hear her voice calling him, or if he did hear, he assumed it was part of the dream. "Tim," she called. "Tim, wait."
Then he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and there she was, panting, her hair wild on her shoulders, her eyes burning with passion. "Wait," she said, breathlessly. "I changed my mind."
"You what?"
"I changed my mind," she said. "To hell with Jay, to hell with all of them. I want to be with you."
Tim could scarcely believe what he heard. She was going to forsake Jay, to put herself in danger just to be with him? "You want to what?"
"I want to be with you."
Tim's mind stopped. He embraced Judy, holding her as tightly as he could, his arms trembling. He could feel the firmness of her breasts as they pressed against him, and the smooth bones of her pelvis moving along his loins. Her arms circled his neck, her hands ran wildly through his hair. "Hold it," he laughed, "or we're going to be doing it right here on the street."
"I wouldn't mind," Judy said, her voice shaking with desire. She let go of him and they started walking, not quite knowing where they were, arm in arm, no sounds but their footsteps, no thought except to get to Judy's place, to get to bed.
Judy made a scotch and water for each of them. Once inside the apartment, Tim had become nervous; Judy hoped the drink would calm him down a bit. She didn't quite understand his nervousness – maybe it had been a long time since he'd been with a woman, maybe he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to make love. Or maybe he had some disease and was ashamed to tell her about it. Men were strange, she thought; they got upset about such trivial things.
But Tim was thinking about something else: he was thinking about Judy's job, about all the men she'd been with in the past. Maybe, he thought, maybe she's even been with someone else earlier today, or this evening. The thought of Judy lying naked in bed with some anonymous john made Tim burn with anger and jealousy. He wanted to ask her about it, wanted to know exactly how many men she'd had, what their names were, their occupations, what they'd said to her. He especially wanted to know if she'd ever enjoyed fucking any of them, and if she'd ever brought anyone else up to this place, her own apartment. He wanted to ask her all these things, but at the same time he felt a little childish, so he kept quiet.
Judy brought the drink over, smiled at him, knelt down on the floor in front of him. She began to rub the inside of his thigh, leaving trails of electric sensation as she ran her fingernails up his crotch. Tim felt his balls swell, his penis begin to come to life. He reached out quickly and grabbed her hand, pulled it away from his legs. "Wait!"
"Tim, what's wrong? Why don't you tell me?"
"Nothing's wrong," he said.
"Sure there is. Please tell me about it maybe I can help."
Tim glared angrily at her. "Maybe you can help? Sure you can help. Just like you help all your customers. It's all part of the job, isn't it, all in a day's work – make them relax, make them feel special, make them forget that you're a whore."
"So that's it," Judy said quietly.
"You're damned right that's it." Tim was almost shouting. "How many men have you had this week? How many today? You say you wouldn't take me to your place of business, but how do I know if you're telling me the truth? How do I know? What if I'm just another john, and all this is a set-up; what then?"
"Have I asked you for money?"
"No, not yet at least. But what's going to happen when we're through? How do I know you won't say 'Tim, darling, I need to buy some stockings; could you give me a hundred dollars?'"
"You don't know."
"You're damned right I don't know. Back there in the bar you made me believe that I was something different, something new in your life, something special. But now we get up here, and what do you do? You make me a drink, just like I was one of your tricks, some scared little guy who was too afraid to make love to you without being full of booze first. Then you come over and start rubbing my leg, just like you'd do for any of your customers. Oh, it felt good, very good. You must have had a lot of practice. Well, practice on someone else. I can buy a whore anytime. With you I was hoping for something a little different."
Judy was hurt by this speech, but she understood Tim's feelings, knew that the problem would have to be dealt with sometime, and that now, before they actually got involved, would be as good a time as any. "Tim," she said softly, "this is something different. You are special. I knew that as soon as we started talking. You're the first man I ever met who gave a damn about me, who cared about anything except my body. Of course you're special. There's no way I can prove that to you, not now, certainly not with words. You'll just have to trust me. You'll have to believe that I'm not lying to you." She took his hand. "Here," she said. "Look at me."
Tim raised his eyes to meet hers. Immediately he knew that she was telling the truth – her eyes were clear and strong, without the slightest trace of deceit. This was his woman, her eyes made him understand that, made him forget all his doubts.
"OK," he said. "I believe you. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry." Judy smiled at him. "Just talk to me."
Tim got up, began striding happily around the living room. The apartment was not luxurious, but Judy had made it a comfortable place to live: soft pillows lay on the floor, and the obviously second-hand furniture had been covered with bright fabrics. There were paintings on the wall, and posters from other countries. One poster in particular caught Tim's attention – it was from Italy, showed a small village set high in the Dolomite Alps. All the houses were made of native stone, the sky very blue, the light on the village crisp and clear.
"You know what I think?" Tim said.
"What do you think?"
"I think maybe we should go there." He pointed at the poster.
Judy laughed. "Dreamer."
"Sure it's a dream, but we could do it. We could save some money, quit Jay Snyder, and go to someplace like that to live. Once we were out of the country Jay couldn't touch us." He looked back at the poster. "Sure," he said softly, talking as much to himself as to Judy, "we could do it. Look at that place. So peaceful. We'd have nothing at all to worry about."
Judy was still laughing. "Which would you rather do first," she said, "go to medical school or go to Italy?"
"Don't make fun of me. I'm serious."
"I know you're serious, but don't you think we ought to take things one at a time? We can dream all we want about Italy or medical school or being President of the United States and his charming First Lady, but when all the dreaming's over we have to come back to the real world. In the real world we both work for Jay Snyder, and I don't see any way out of that. I don't see any way at all."
Her words brought Tim back down to earth. She was right – all the dreaming in the world couldn't change the facts. They were stuck, and stuck they would remain unless some miracle happened. "There has to be a way," Tim said almost under his breath. "There just has to be a way."
"Maybe there is," Judy said, "but I can't see it. Not now, anyway."
"No, not now. But someday."
Judy had propped one of her oversized pillows up against the couch, was leaning back on it, her drink beside her on the floor. Her black hair lay loose on the pillow, spreading out around her like a mane. Tim ran his eyes along her face, down her neck to her shoulders, and then down to those voluptuous breasts. Judy felt herself stir under his gaze, felt his eyes burn paths in her skin. When they came to rest on her breasts, Judy could feel them almost as if they were hands; her nipples began to harden, pushing out against the soft fabric of her blouse. Then Tim's eyes moved again, to her bare stomach – she imagined his fingertips brushing gently against the sensitive skin of her belly, going back and forth, creating little stirrings in her abdomen. Oh, she wanted him to touch her, to move his hands all over her, to feel the strength in his fingers as he made the flames of her desire burn higher and higher, faster and faster. She could see the rising bulge in his trousers, and she had an impulse to go to him, to free his aching cock from its confines, to stroke it with both hands, to feel it throb and pulse under her touch.
She got up, crossed the room and knelt in front of Tim where he stood. She let her hands lie loosely at her sides while she ran her lips along his legs, grazing him lightly. She moved her head slowly, making her lips slide up and down his legs, drawing lines and circles, lines and circles.
"Mmmm," Tim murmured. "Mm-mm-mm. Very nice."
Slowly, ever so slowly, Judy brought her lips up to the base of Tim's cock, feeling it pulse through his trousers. She opened her mouth, let her teeth describe the borders of his prick, nibbled along its outstretched length – the size of it surprised her, frightening her a little at first, then excited her all the more. She had to have that prick, Tim's prick, inside her, had to feel his hot juices squirting through her insides. She had been to bed with many men, but no one, not even Tom, had made her feel this way, as if she would explode if she wasn't satisfied right then.
She pulled away, realizing that her body was going too fast for her. She wanted to take it slowly, to draw it out as long as possible, to savor every minute of their love-making, every sensation, every tiny movement of their bodies. She had only been in love once before, and then had been too inexperienced to make sex as pleasurable as she knew it could be; this time she was going to do it right. At least, she thought, being a prostitute is good for something.
Tim knelt down, took her face in his hands. "What's wrong," he said. "Why did you stop? I was just starting to enjoy it."
"Good," she said, smiling. "If you enjoyed it then, just think how much you're going to enjoy it when we really get started."
"Oh, the previews, is that it?"
Judy laughed. "That's it," she said.
"OK, but let's not wait too long for the main attraction. I don't think my heart could take it, let alone those other parts of me."
Judy laughed again. It was nice to have a man with a sense of humor, who saw sex as a game, something to be played with instead of taken as a matter of life and death. It was going to be good, very good.
Tim went in the kitchen, began mixing more drinks. "Get ready," he said, "because you are about to have a unique experience. You're going to taste your first Brooklyn Bomber."
Judy joined him in the kitchen, stood just behind him with her hands behind her back, standing up on tiptoe to see over his shoulder. "Before I drink this thing," she said, "I'm going to have to know what's in it."
Tim bent over, blocked the blender from view with his body. "Sorry," he said. "Ingredients can be revealed only to Brooklynites and a few selected certified aliens. Could I see your passport please?"
Judy put her hand on Tim's shoulder, spun him around, and planted a quick kiss on his mouth. As she tried to break away, Tim grabbed her.
"Customs inspection," he said, and gathered Judy in for a long, lingering kiss. Her tongue played along his teeth, tickled the roof of his mouth, investigated the underside of his lips. When their tongues met a sensation of sparks passed between them. Tim ran his hand down her back, massaged the soft rounded flesh of her buttocks. Judy began to moan. "Take me, Tim," she said. "Take me now."
Tim stepped back. "Now?" he said. "Before dinner?"
Judy smiled. "OK," she said, "let's get on with this Brooklyn Bomber. Did I pass the inspection?"
"The gold star seal of approval." He turned back to the blender. "Now," he said, "as to this Brooklyn Bomber – start with half a glass of vodka, half a glass of orange juice…"
"A screwdriver," she said. "Very appropriate."
"Not a screwdriver. A Brooklyn Bomber. Now listen carefully: a sprig of mint, two cloves, half a teaspoon of nutmeg. Mix it up…" he turned on the blender, letting it whir until the drink foamed, then quickly turning it off. "… pour…" he filled two glasses with the foamy orange drink, "… and taste."
Judy raised the glass to her lips, took a cautious sip, put the glass back down. "Very good. How far is Brooklyn?"
Tim made a face. "Not far enough," he said. "Not far enough. This drink was the only good thing that ever came out of that place; that and the Dodgers."
"You came from there," Judy said softly. "You're a good thing."
"Am I? Yeah, maybe I am. Maybe now I finally am." He took Judy in his arms, held her close. What a woman, he thought. She really does make me feel like I'm worth something, like I can do anything I want if I try hard enough. He pressed her closer, felt her cool breath on his neck, her silky hair against his face, her hands on his back. They stood there like that for a few moments, feeling one another's heartbeats, then Judy began to gently roll her hips, to press her thighs hard against him. Tim's penis began to rise slowly.
He slipped his hand underneath her blouse, began massaging the smooth skin of her back, moving his hand in slow, lazy circles. He was pleased and surprised to discover that she wasn't wearing a bra, that her breasts stood up as they did with no help from the lingerie industry. Feeling her bare back where the bra strap should have been excited Tim even more; he could feel the hot semen gurgling in his balls, straining against his scrotum, begging for release. "Not yet," he told his body. "Not yet. Be patient."
He began to run his fingernail along her spine, gently, starting at the base of her neck and moving slowly down to the tip of her tail-bone. "Mmmmf," Judy said, responding by gradually increasing the rolling motion of her hips. Every time Tim ran his fingernail down her spine she ground her lower body into his, feeling his half-hard prick rub against the hairs on her pussy. Her tailbone was like the switch to a furnace – every time he touched her there the flames of desire rose inside her.
Tim's hands were all over her now, massaging the cheeks of her ass, defining her sides, her waist, her hips, investigating, questioning, deciding. They seemed to have a will of their own, those hands, as if they were operating solely under their own power, choosing their route according to some secret knowledge that was entirely lost to the brain. They wandered over the hills and valleys of her body, bringing excitement and longing wherever they went. Her mind was shutting down now, words and thoughts were leaving her alone with a passion that increased with every move of Tim's wonderful hands.
Judy had never felt like this. Always before, with her customers and even with Tom, her mind had held itself aloof, never losing its clarity and detachment. "That's all right," her mind would tell her. "This isn't really happening. You haven't been touched, not really – how could you be touched if I'm still up here, safe and sound, watching." Eventually, after some practice, Judy had been able to leave her body entirely, to float along the ceiling and watch the two strange bodies writhe below her in her bed, or even to leave the room entirely and go flying above the city, across rivers and mountains and oceans to the secret valleys of the East.
But this time there could be no leavetaking. Tim's hands held her inside herself, soothed and calmed her mind even as they massaged her body into a fury of passion, made her want nothing more than to stay here, safe under Tim's touch.
Blindly she reached for his shirt, pulled it out of his pants. She began to run her hand over his bare back, feeling his firm muscles quiver with each passing of her fingers. Their hands were moving together now, keeping rhythm with one another like a piano player playing octaves, sending chills of delight through their bodies.
Now Tim began to run his lips along the side of her face, brushing her like soft flowers. He bent down slightly, moved his mouth down her neck, found her open throat as she raised her chin to accept him. He nibbled her teasingly, kissed her, and then began to suck gently on her throat, maintaining a pulsing rhythm in his lips. Judy moaned softly. "Ooooooo," she said. "Don't stop. Please don't stop. Don't ever stop. Just keep doing that. Keep doing it. Don't stop."
The sound of her voice, her fiery words and heavy breathing, excited Tim even more. Suddenly he took the soft skin of her throat between his teeth, bit down hard, twisted the skin and then released it. The short sharp pain tingled through her body all the way to her cunt, which by now was twitching freely, preparing the warm lubricating juices that would soon flow over Tim's prick.
"Ohhhh," Judy moaned. "Oh, Tim. Oh, my darling Tim." She stepped back just a bit, far enough so that she could free her hands but not so far back as to break contact with Tim's mouth. She rubbed the front of his thighs as he continued kissing her throat, then moved her fingertips slowly up the inside of his thighs to his balls. She played her fingers on his scrotum, lightly at first, just barely touching the hard glands inside, then more and more firmly, until finally she had her hand closed tightly around them and was jiggling them in her palm.
"Jesus," Tim said. "Christ Jesus." By now his prick was firm and erect, his balls swollen to the point of explosion. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. Every fiber of his body ached to be inside Judy, to plunge his massive prick past those tender cunt-lips and into her warm pussy. He wanted her so much that he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to contain himself, that the pressure on his balls and the straining of his prick would be too much for him, that he would lose control and come before the time was right. He concentrated on his sphincter muscles, compressing them, straining against the pressure that threatened to make him burst.
It would have to be soon, he thought. The confinement of clothes had become unbearable – he cupped his hands underneath Judy's ass, picked her up and started carrying her toward the bedroom, while she held on tightly, her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist.
He took her into the bedroom, laid her gently down on the soft double bed. He knelt above her, straddling her body with his knees, and began to undress her. He slipped the little blouse over her head and whistled softly as her perfect breasts remained standing almost straight out from her chest, even though she was lying full on her back. Gently he rubbed her nipples, taking them between his thumb and index finger, feeling his own growing excitement as the pink buds hardened and came to attention. Never had he seen tits like these!
Judy groaned and tossed her head from side to side, her black hair slithering along the pillow as her head moved back and forth. Tim slid his hands down her sides to her hips, pulled the tight black pants off her in a single sweeping stroke, then did the same with her bikini panties. Immediately a spot of liquid dotted the sheet as the hot sweet juice flowed from her. Now she was naked in front of him, the soft black mound of her pussy glistening. Quickly, Tim jumped from the bed and stripped himself.
Judy's eyes widened as she saw his huge, throbbing prick escape the confinement of his trousers. She wanted that cock inside her, to be everywhere at once; in her mouth, her anus, her pussy all at the same time, to suck the thick liquid from it and swallow it, to feel it stream out and run along the walls of her aching cunt. Oh, how she wanted this man, more than she'd ever wanted anyone, more even than Tom.
As Tim approached the bed, Judy sat up and reached out for him. She took his enormous cock in her two hands, began to stroke it gently, moving her hands along its full length, from the base to the pulsing tip. The first thin traces of semen ran down the underside of his prick, lubricating her fingers. She stooped to lick the oily stuff from her hands – the taste of it nearly drove her wild – then resumed her stroking.
Tim's legs were shaking; he could barely stand up. "Not too much, now," he whispered. "Take it slow and easy."
"Don't worry," Judy crooned. "I'm going to save you for the best part."
She released his cock, and Tim slid onto the bed next to her. They lay side by side, facing one another, Judy keeping her legs together as Tim slid his hands in between her thighs. He moved his hand further and further toward the entrance to her cunt, feeling the slick fluid leaking down her legs. Quickly he turned her over on her back and spread her legs apart. She was so beautiful, he thought, and soon she would be his and his alone. His!
He lowered his head, began licking at her thighs, making a hard mound of his tongue. Judy squirmed with delight, "eat me," she whispered. "Please, Tim, please, darling, eat me." Tim obeyed, moving his tongue up to her pussy, separating the lips and plunging his tongue into the sweet ditch above her clitoris. "Oh God," she yelled. "Ohhhhh, Jesus."
Tim probed with his tongue until he found the hard little ridge. He lapped at it, moving his tongue up and down, caressing it, kneading it. Judy began to tremble with excitement. She felt as if he was licking her from the inside out. "Turn me around," she groaned. "I want to taste you too."
Tim lay on his back as Judy straddled him. She took his cock in her mouth, just the tip at first, simultaneously sucked and licked it, at the same time thrusting her ripe, flowing pussy into his face. Tim followed her rhythm, licking her clitoris faster and faster as she sucked him harder and harder. Their breath came in unison, and Tim's bass grunting counter-pointed her high-pitched squeals. His prick throbbed in her mouth as she took more and more of it inside her.
Finally Tim could take no more. Passion had reached the breaking point; he felt he would explode if he didn't have her immediately. "Now!" he yelled. "I want you NOW!"
Judy was ready, more ready than she had ever been in her life. The lapping of Tim's tongue had nearly driven her mad with desire for him, and she knew she could wait no longer to feel his beautiful cock inside her. She turned around to face him, raised her hips until her cunt hovered just above his outstretched prick. Slowly, ever so slowly she came toward him, rotating her hips, describing a small tight circle as Tim strained upward to meet her. Down and down she came, groaning softly at the first light contact. She took him in slowly, still moving her hips in small circles, screwing herself down onto him, making him dizzy with pleasure. When she had half his massive organ inside her, when the aching desire of her body grew too strong for teasing, she plunged herself down the full length of his dick.
"Ohhhhhhhh," he said, as the tight muscles of her cunt closed around him.
For the briefest moment they were content to lay still, to feel themselves finally together as one person. Judy could feel Tim far up inside her, feel the warmth of his cock as it throbbed against the walls of her pussy, filling her as she had never been filled before. Then she started moving, slowly raising and lowering herself, going up until Tim's prick almost came out of her and then sliding down the full length of it, moaning and quivering as it stabbed into her again and again.
Holy Christ, thought Tim, I'll bet her customers never got anything like this. Her customers! The thought of Judy in bed with anyone else, the thought of anyone else inside her, driving her into a passionate frenzy, nearly drove Tim mad with jealousy. I'll show her, he thought. I'll fuck her like she's never been fucked before.
He withdrew his prick from her vibrating cunt, heard with satisfaction as she let out a disappointed "Oh!"
"Now we'll try it my way," he said.
He turned her over roughly, lay her on her back, and thrust his prick into her as far as it would go. "Ohmigod!" she cried, raising her legs high in the air, pulling him deeper and deeper inside her. "More!" she cried. "Fuck me, Tim; fuck me, fuck me!"
Tim responded by driving into her even more savagely, in and out in long, smooth strokes that made her shudder with delight. No matter how far he went into her, even when he slammed against the walls of her cervix, she still wanted more. She locked her legs around his waist, undulated her hips in perfect time with his stroking. "Ohhhh, yes," she whimpered. "Do it to me. Do it to me some more. Don't ever stop."
Tim had no intention of stopping. He was going to show her what it was to have a real man, someone who could give her everything she needed. He reached around behind her, dipped his finger in the viscous fluid around her cunt, and stabbed his finger deep into her anus, continuing all the while with his stroking. "Yes," she screamed. "Yes! Do it there too! Do it everywhere!"
Judy was going crazy. Never had anyone done this to her, never made her feel as if she would die if she didn't get more, as if there was nothing else in the world except this tremendous cock inside her, this finger rotating in her anus, making her mad with lust, building passion in her until she thought she would come apart. This was a man, oh yes, this was a real man! Already she could feel the stirrings deep inside her, the little series of shocks that would eventually lead to that final orgiastic explosion. The stirrings became deeper and more pronounced with each thrust of Tim's prick, with each rotation of his finger; building and building and building, becoming a solid wall of pleasure, until she knew she could hold off no longer, until the pleasure was too much for any woman to contain.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she yelled. "Oh, God, oh, Jesus, oh my God, I'm cummmmmming! Oh God I'm cummmmming NOW!"
Her pussy was oscillating like an electric vibrator, her hips thrashing wildly as Tim continued to stroke, building her climax to incredible proportions as he moved toward his own. "Scream," he said. "Scream, baby. Feel it. Feel me. That's right, scream!"
Tim could hold himself back no longer. He relaxed his sphincter muscles, allowed the pleasure to build up inside him as he took the pressure off his straining balls. "Oh, here I come! HERE I COME. NOWWWW!"
His hot sperm spurt in rivers from his cock, filling Judy with the fabulous juice of passion. She grabbed his balls, squeezed them hard, wringing every drop of sticky come from him, making him scream with pleasure and pain, drawing out his climax until he nearly fainted from ecstasy. Lord, he thought, as he collapsed on top of her, there was no one like this girl. No one.
Judy was thinking exactly the same thing. "Tim," she said, "I love you. I love you very much. What you did… oh, I'm so happy."
Tim knew she couldn't possibly be lying, not now. Now they were truly together, now nothing would ever separate them. They had made love like no one before them, and they would go on doing it forever. In fact, he thought as he reached for her, it's almost forever already…