The bright morning sunlight in her room snapped Norma awake with a sudden fearful conviction that she had forgotten to do something that was very important. For a moment she had no idea what she could have forgotten and then she recalled her nocturnal date with Adam Wright.
She had slept right through the night and her dreams had been lurid, erotic and decidedly stimulating. She could feel the slipperiness between her legs even before she moved her thighs. She was sopping and that distressed her. It was bad enough that she should have such horrid dreams, but when a nice girl could have such dreams and react to them with all of the outward signs of an aroused sexuality, it was particularly awful.
She got out of bed and when she checked the alarm clock she saw that it had gone off and she had slept right through it. That was very unusual for her. She was usually the type who woke just a few minutes before the alarm went off. But that had not happened this time. She had no idea why she should have slept right on past the alarm.
She wondered if Adam Wright would be angry. If he would arrest her, too, along with the others. She didn't think that he would.
While she was dressing she decided that she would have to make another trip to the library again. Somewhere along the way, she was sure, she would see Adam Wright. And, she would get the chance to explain things to him. And, of course, they would meet again in the carriage house that night and perhaps he would want to hold her and kiss her. She remembered the things that she had done with Adam Wright and she could feel all of her skin prickling and the sudden heat in her cheeks made her cringe. And then she was angry, furious with herself because she could not accept sex as something that two people could share and enjoy without shame or embarrassment. But, she couldn't do it that way. She had to blush and tremble and struggle against unknown forces and even as she surrendered, she faced the tacit suspicion that she had yearned to be forced or coerced into a sexual activity right along.
She began to feel the creeping, crawling excitements, building within her and she decided that there would be an easy way to thwart such inclinations. She would step into the shower and by the time the water had drenched her and cleansed her, she would be able to breakfast with the others on an equal footing.
They were all so calm, so self-assured and she thought sometimes that she hated them because they were so strong, so powerful. Lily was very much like them and becoming more so all the time. She would have to do something about Lily. Of course, she had pretty well made sure that Adam did not arrest Lily, along with the others, but she felt that there was more that she should do about Lily. Like get her interested in the good things of life. Lily was only interested in boys these days. And, that, of course, could be very dangerous for a thirteen-year-old girl with a body like Lily's. She had seen the way men looked at Lily. She had even known several moments of envy, too.
She stretched and when she walked into the bathroom she was conscious of feelings that were very much out of place in her body. She was turned on sexually, somehow, and she hurried to get into the shower and get under the water so she wouldn't have to do that dreary business with the fingers, just so that she could think.
She defeated her own purposes, actually, because the water was warm and when she soaped her body she naturally used the soap and the washcloth there, too, and just rubbing her supersensitive flesh there made her come and she stood, leaning against the slick walls, while
the weakening orgasm swept through her and almost robbed her of the ability to stand. That was another thing. She was sure that the orgasms she experienced were much more strenuous than other people experienced. She was nearly wiped out completely every time she had a good orgasm. Of course, she was able to enjoy them and sometimes, like now, she would get so overcome with sensual and sexual urgings she just had to do something.
She stood under the harsh cascade of water and as the stinging spray touched her breasts and her pubic region, she could feel a rising tide of sensual pleasure in her body and she knew that she was trembling, shaken anew by more stimulation. A sense of utter degradation came to her as she used her fingers to relieve herself again. She was becoming a voluptuary, a girl who could find great erotic bliss in horrid dreams and she was a real fake. She could find great sexual pleasures in the things that she would dream about, and she could do things with Adam Wright, but in her heart of hearts, or wherever cowards really lived, she was still the ice maiden and she would always be the ice maiden. That thought frightened her, somehow.
She dressed carefully and when she went downstairs to breakfast she found the others already eating. Carol and Lily had done some marvelous things to eggs and bacon and there was lots of fresh coffee and she was sure that she was starving.
She began with some coffee and Carol fixed eggs and bacon for her and she began eating, knowing that the others were looking at her, admiring her, and she was quietly glad that she had taken such pains with her makeup and her grooming.
"I think I'd better go to the library again," she said. "There are some new reference books I think I'd better take out so I can pretty well authenticate some of these things."
Lennie leaned back in the booth. He stretched his long arms up over his head and when he shook his head at her he was grinning.
"No need for that now," he said, amiably. "We just about finished with what we got to do here. Me and the boys will load everything that is worth anything into the panel truck and we will take it out and sell it. We are just about ready to blow this place. We will call in a real estate agent and let him sell the place now."
While she took a sip of coffee, Norma did some thinking. She wondered what sort of plans, if any, Lennie had for her and Lily. She decided that she would ask.
Lennie had an answer ready for her. He sat back in the booth, a big smile on his face, a cigarette curling smoke between his fingers, and he seemed to be trying to be especially nice to her. Lily was sitting in the booth, only a few feet away and she was watching as Norma listened to Lennie.
"Things have changed a bit for us, honey," Lennie said. "Like we figured that it would take weeks for you to make the inventory, but it only takes a few days, so we will pay you like for five weeks. That way, Carol and the boys and I can go our way and-you and Lily can move back into the guest house. But, a lot richer. It wont be a loss for you, anyway. We expected to stay here a lot longer but some things have come up and we want to move along."
Lily sat up straight and her cute little breasts jutted out like little bullets. She smiled at Lennie and she seemed to be a bit saddened and subdued.
"I'll miss all of you," Lily said. "I really will. Maybe you would want to take me along?"
Lennie pushed his cup toward Carol who was pouring fresh coffee. He grinned at Lily's eagerness to go with him.
"What would your sister think about such an idea?" Lennie said.
Lily shrugged. "What is it to her? She isn't my mother. Only my sister. You know what I'm like and the things that I like to do. I would come in handy, you know that."
"You sure would," Lennie said, "but no dice. You and your sister will make out just fine and everything will work out very nicely for both of you. You will be better off after we have gone on our way."
No one said anything then for a while and when breakfast was finished, Lennie and the boys began loading the panel truck with everything that looked to be expensive. Norma watched them as they worked and she wondered why they were changing their plans, why there was suddenly a need for haste. She just didn't understand why they were moving out and she wondered if Adam would know what they were going to do.
She and Carol cleaned up in the kitchen and Lily went with Lennie and the boys to dispose of the truckload of expensive treasures they were about to sell.
"You girls find us some more goodies," Lennie said, just before he left he left the house. "Another day or two should finish us up here. So, you do the best you can to get the good stuff out."
They went into the library and Carol began packing all of the expensive books into cartons that Lennie had brought the day before. There was a quality of ruthlessness in the way Carol handled the expensive books and that made Norma wince. She liked books and she hated watching Carol handle them so carelessly.
"We'll go through the whole house," Carol said. "What's good or salable, we'll pack up. Lennie really wants to get away from here at fast as possible."
Carol was sitting on the floor, her knees up under her chin and Norma was sitting nearby. Carol took a package of cigarettes from her skirt pocket and she got one lit, then she handed the pack to Norma. When she moved, Carol's legs fell apart and Norma saw the hairless pubis, the sticky pink lips of Carol's sexual organ and then she saw the little mole that she had seen in her erotic dreams. She suspected then, that her wild sexual phantasmagorias were not dreams, after all.
Carol noticed that Norma was looking at her little cunt and she smiled, deliberately shifted her legs so that Norma could get a better look. The mole was there, exactly in the spot she had seen it in when she was sure that she was dreaming. Carol was watching her rather closely, apparently interested in her reaction to the sight of the naked crotch.
"I hate to wear pants," Carol said. "They are always so restricting. Too, they always rub my crotch raw."
Norma did not want to discuss Carol's liking for going around without underwear. She put the package of cigarettes down on the carpeting and she stood up, trembling, frightened and very much distressed by the thoughts that were going through her mind. She remembered the chair that turned into a couch when you pressed a hidden button and she remembered many things that had been well hidden, or at least, dormant, in her mind.
Carol was watching her, and she could tell that the brunette was aware of her agitation. Carol smiled at her and she puffed on her cigarette a moment later and then blew the smoke toward the ceiling.
"You look upset, dear," Carol said. "What's the matter?"
Norma was too worked up to dissemble. "I have been having some awful dreams since I moved into this house," Norma said. "At least, I thought that they were dreams, but now I'm not so sure."
Carol nodded her head understandingly. "It's that damned wine," she said. "It does the same thing to me. The things that happen to me in my dreams are horrible. Absolutely awful. I know exactly what you are talking about."
Norma went behind the big polished desk. She sat down in the black leather chair. She was trying to sort things out in her mind and she was not doing it very sensibly.
"I don't like mentioning such extremely personal things," Norma said, delicately, "but I couldn't help seeing your private area just now. And I noticed that you have a mole just above your uh, well, you know what I mean. I saw that same mole in my wild dreams. And, I saw that you were shaved down there, too. It was all in my dreams, just like it actually is. That is what has got me worried."
Carol laughed at her. "You have seen my crotch a dozen times, at least," Carol said. "I never wear pants when we are alone in the house anyway, and while we have been working, you have seen everything often. You probably just didn't pay an attention to it, that's all. After all, we are both girls. I've never paid any attention to you or the way you are made, but I'll bet that I have seen your privates often, too. So don't let it worry you."
Norma smiled and she nodded. When Carol explained it that way, it did seem reasonable. She remembered that the brunette was always sitting around with her legs apart and she must have looked without realizing what she was doing.
She put her cigarette out in the ornate ashtray on the desk and she was prepared to go through the rest of the house with Carol when the front door bell rang.
It was an unexpected sound and it startled both of them. Carol stood up, she shook her skirt into neatness and then she grinned at Norma.
"I'll go. It's probably a salesman."
Carol went off and Norma sat behind the desk, trying to decide about things. Carol's explanation was so glib, so specious, and she suspected that she wanted to accept it, and when she actually thought about it all in the broad light of day, Carol's explanation made sense. She shrugged and decided to try to forget it.
She lit another cigarette and stood, wondering just where Carol would want to begin plundering the rest of the house.
Carol came back into the library and she had an odd look on her face.
"He wants to see you," Carol said. "It's the truant officer chasing Lily. He wants to know why she hasn't been in school lately."
She stared at Carol, not comprehending this new development. The school authorities had no interest in Lily, or if they did, they had no idea where she might be at the moment. She went off to see the truant officer and she was not at all surprised to find Adam Wright standing at the front door. He winked at her and he smiled.
"Your little sister is a runaway," he said. "The school authorities asked me to locate her and get her back into school."
He spoke very loudly, for the benefit of any who might be listening. Then he spoke to Norma in a tone that was almost a whisper.
"I love the way you keep dates," he said. "I waited for most of the night."
Norma leaned forward as he did, too, and then she kissed him quickly, almost chastely.
"I slept right through," she said. "I think they gave me something to keep me asleep. I don't know why."
Loudly, she said, "My sister has been ill, but she will be in school again within a week. Will that be satisfactory?"
He grinned at her and while he spoke loudly to her, he reached out and cupped her lush breasts in his palms. She gasped in surprise and then she moaned with pleasure, and her whole being became involved in a sudden sensuality. He squeezed the firm, young flesh in his fingers and when she shivered and whimpered, he let her go.
"You make sure that you get that kid back into school right away," he said, loudly. Whispering, he said, "Meet me tonight, same time, same place. Don't let them give you anything, you hear?"
She nodded and she was shocked to discover that there were tears on her cheeks. Seeing Adam again had affected her and stirred her deeply, and the feel of his hands on her sensitive breasts had been exceptionally stimulating, too. She wanted him to take her into his arms and hold her against him, but that was impossible.
She heard Carol's footsteps and she stepped back so that she could close the door. Adam Wright winked again and then he left the porch.
Carol moved up to stand beside her as they watched him get into his car and drive away.
"How the hell did he get in here?" Carol said. "It isn't that easy, you know."
"Lennie and the others must have left the gates unlocked," Norma said. "Maybe they are getting careless now."
Carol nodded but she didn't really believe it. She waited for Norma to close and lock the front door, then they walked back to the library. Norma felt that some sort of explanation was in order so she told Carol that the school authorities traced Lily and her through her previous employers and now they were insisting that she send Lily to school.
"I guess I'll have to make her go," Norma said. "Lily hates school and I know just how she feels."
They went on a tour of the house and there were treasures in every room. It was a big house and Norma wondered how the owners would ever get everything back in order again. It seemed like a tremendous task, and not at all like the business of plundering.
Carol insisted that they should pack all of the silverware and anything else of value that they could find. She said that Lennie would sell off everything in sight for low prices just so that they could get underway again.
"Lennie gets antsy when he can't move around," Carol explained. "That's why we finally decided that we would pack up and get. So, now we will put everything in cartons and Lennie and the kids will peddle it in a hurry."
Norma didn't say anything. She worked along with Carol and they packed many cartons and left them in the rooms they were packed in. The boys and Lennie would find them and load them into the truck. And that would be the end of that.
The day went quickly for Norma, probably because she was busy all the while. When it was time to begin fixing dinner, she helped with that, too, and when Carol offered her some wine, while they were fixing dinner, she refused. Carol didn't insist and the two of them worked together very comfortably. In a way, she liked Carol and she wished that she was not a thief. She would hate to be the one to send Carol off to jail but there was no other way to do things. Carol was a crook and that was all that there was to that.
She sat at the kitchen table with the others, later, and while they ate and talked of the money that had been taken in and the humorous events of the day, Norma watched all of them, imagining them in prison. She could imagine how it would be for Lennie. He would sort of take to prison life and make out just fine. The boys would probably be sent to a farm where they could be rehabilitated and taught a trade. Carol would go into a girls' reformatory and she, too, would be taught a trade or something to do what would be honest.
Carol reported the truant officer's visit and Lily had some unkind things to say about truant officers, school, in general, and how the hell did he get in?
"Nobody bothered to lock the gates after we went out this morning,"
Lennie said. "Who figured on truant officers?"
When they were lingering over coffee and cigarettes, Lennie wanted to know what they had accomplished during the day and Carol gave him an inventory. Lennie and the boys decided that they would begin loading the truck after dinner and they would be ready then to get an early start in the morning.
Norma volunteered to clean things up in the kitchen and Carol went along with Lennie, the boys and Lily. She wished that she could tell Lily about what was going to happen to Lennie and the others but she did not dare. The way she felt about Lennie and the twins and Carol, Lily would tell them and give the whole show away.
She couldn't wait for the time to pass so that she could pretend to go to bed and then sneak out of the house and walk to the carriage house and find Adam Wright waiting there for her.
The others worked steadily, loading the cartons that she and Carol had packed into the truck and when they were finally finished, it was well after ten o'clock and everyone was exhausted. When the general move toward the upstairs bedrooms took place, Norma was almost as tired as everyone else.
She was afraid to go to sleep and trust the alarm clock again. Instead, once she reached her bedroom, she took a shower and freshened up and then she sat down and waited for the others to settle down, too.
She waited until it was after one o'clock in the morning and she was sure that everyone else was sound asleep. When she was walking in the night, she stopped and turned and looked back at her little sister's windows and there was no light. Lily was sound asleep, exhausted and worn out from the hard work that they had all had to do in order to accomplish Lennie's purposes.
Adam was waiting for her and she walked right into his arms and as soon as his mouth found her lips, the trembling began and she wept. He held her and she could feel the way his heart was pounding and her own was racing just as wildly. She shivered as his lips moved across her own and then he moved, somehow, so that her back was against the wall of the building and then he was putting his hands on her breasts and even through the fabric of her blouse, the nerve endings reacted to his touch and she could feel the rising fever in her loins. For a moment she was filled with a touch of outrage, desolate because of the quick and eager responses he could arouse in her. That was not the way she was supposed to be and that he could turn her on so completely annoyed her.
And then the sense of outrage was gone and she stopped thinking and she could feel her brain turning into oatmeal and her legs turned into weak and useless stalks and when he put his hand under her skirt and she felt his fingertips sliding inside the rim of her panties, a sob escaped her and she shivered, anticipating the touch of his fingers in her innermost slit. When it actually happened, she clung to him, whimpering softly, weeping openly and as his fat finger slipped up inside of her she drenched it with the fruits of an exceptionally wet orgasm.
He began moving his finger in and out in her tight little sheath and the raw, blazing sensations that sizzled in her flesh drove her frantic and he seemed to know what he was doing to her. His mouth was kissing her lips constantly and his finger was sliding in and out and her orgasms were growing in intensity and he was shaking as violently as she was.
"I can't stop," he whispered, finally. "I want to stop, and get us inside, at least, but I want so much from you. I just can't seem to stop."
A frantic, fleeting thought raced through her disorganized brain and she was going to reach down and push his hand away and withdraw his finger from its inflamed nest in the process but she couldn't do anything like that. She could only stand weakly, pinned against the building, shaking and wriggling and coming with a never ending frenzy that finally forced her into a massive orgasm that robbed her of all strengths and she slid down to the cement walk. He went along with her, still holding on to her, still kissing her with undiminished ardor.
And because it was all so splendid, so long overdue, she wept and responded to his lovemaking with a new freedom. His hands did terrible things to her clothes and she was naked and not naked, really, because she was still wearing her clothing but he had displaced it completely and her hips and bottom, sexual parts and breasts were bared, and he was using his mouth on them while his hands forced her legs apart and then he was sliding his stiff cock into her and she was moaning and groaning as ecstasy began and crested swiftly, too swiftly. She could feel every nerve and muscle and particle of her being throbbing and bursting with a new and special type of eagerness and when orgasm came it was too intense and she fainted, for a second and then her body was throbbing and screaming with exaggerated ecstasies and she finally began a series of sexual convulsions that eased most of the torments within her. She could feel him inside her body and it was a good feeling, a wonderful feeling and even as orgasm followed orgasm and pleasures followed sensual pleasures, her mind told her, in a lucid moment, that she was very possibly freed, no longer imprisoned in a chrysalis of frigidity and frost.
She was writhing and gasping as her heels dug into his back and she could feel the hot, splashing warmth of his sap spattering her intimate parts and she stifled a tiny scream of purest delight as his spurting juices triggered her own responses and she came with a furious spasm of pure erotic glee.
The brand new passions seething in her did not abate much, even after she and Adam clung together on the sidewalk, nearly naked, their bodies and glands quaking with fierce and savage reactions to erotic zeal. She wondered why it wasn't all over, why the pangs and anguishes of her newly-born sexuality still lingered. Her whole being felt like the repository of a great surging tide that could only recede for a time and then would rise and threaten and demand and the savage needs and inclinations would have to be dealt with all over again. And that seemed to be the very nicest part of it all.
"I love you," Adam said.
"I love you, too," she said.
They kissed, locked in a quick, taut embrace and then they began to shudder and shake again and his hands found her breasts and her hands found his immense throbbing prong and she thrilled to the touch of his cock. She wanted to do something very daring, she wanted to test her new discovered boldness and she wanted to taste him. She bent her head downwards and then she was kissing his organ touching its tip with her wet little tongue, and she was using her lips to suck at the very tiny opening in his organ and then she was tasting him and her body began to squirm in a weird sort of ecstasy and she wanted more of him. Always more.
She knew that he was writhing and squirming around and she was filled with a sense of wonder that she could do such things and then she was filled with a new lust and she was an animal and she slid her mouth down over his cock and her tongue began its assault upon his flesh and she was sucking him wildly, and she knew that he had one hand between her legs, thrilling her there and his other hand was fondling one of her breasts and as he teased the sweet flesh of her nipple she wished fervently that he could have been an octopus with at least eight hands to caress her all over.
He came then and she tasted him and swallowed him and she knew that it was only prelude, that there would be more for them, much more. When he finally pushed her head upwards, she let his organ slide out of her mouth reluctantly. He hugged her to him and then he kissed her and they were shivering in the sudden chill of the night air.
"We'd better get out of here," he said. "We can go inside."
He stood up and then he reached down to help her get up onto her feet. He got the door of the place opened and they went inside. Their eyes were accustomed to the darkness and they moved about in the gray world inside the building with great confidence, and as soon as they found a place to sit down, they turned again into each other's arms.
He lit cigarettes and gave one to her. She took it and her heart was still pounding and she was as shaky,, as could be. He was too and she could feel the way he was when she kissed him. "Doesn't it ever stop?" she whispered. "Not if we're lucky," he said.
She kissed his lips and he held her tightly and his hands were caressing the back of her head and she had to tell him about the way she felt about things.
"I like the way you taste," she whispered shyly.
"I'm glad," he said. "I want to taste you, too.., "I know," she said.
"There's carpeting on the floor. We can do it later."
He would not wait for later. He slid off of the thing that they were sitting on and she opened her legs for him so that he could put his mouth between her thighs. She began panting and moaning as soon as she felt his tongue licking at the wetness on her inner thighs. Then he was using his tongue to separate the delicate little petals of girl flesh and she knew that he was licking at her, savoring the sweetness of her sap, and then his tongue slid up inside her and she gasped with brand new ecstasy and she began shifting her bottom, too excited to contain herself. She was coming with great shuddering orgasms and he seemed to be forcing her to feed him more and more of her own very special nectars. She slid to the floor and he shifted too, and then they _ were locked into the frenzied sixtynine, their mouths draining their loins of all strengths and she became a shivering, twitching animal, spilling her juices in great shuddering bursts of passion and times of excruciating pleasures.
She became expert with his genitals, too. Her ringers fondled his balls and she learned, instinctively, perhaps, that she could do things with her fingertips and her nails that would force his balls into frenzied excitement and she could suck more and more of his honey from him. She was a vampire bee, feasting shamelessly upon the male's nectars and she discovered too that she was giving him head, moving her mouth up and down on his shaft. Her tongue was busy, her skill improving with each passing moment. She could hear him groaning and she knew that his time of greatest pleasure was close at hand.
She could feel the throbbing* in his swollen organ and her fingers began jerking him off, too. She wrapped them around the base of his cock while her mouth tried to absorb as much of him as possible. And then he was about to erupt and she knew it and her own shuddering orgasm began. He came when she did, flooding her throat and her mouth and she swallowed hastily, savoring him, using her tongue and fierce suction to try to secure more and more of his juice. She was insatiable, an incurable sexpot, and she just didn't care.
She had discovered ecstasy and she intended to enjoy it.
She intended to wallow in it.