The next day, right after Tom and Ann finished dinner, they heard Ted's Jeep pull up to take them to the Taylors' party. Ann answered the door and brought Ted in. He had Betty, from the diner, with him.
"Hope we're not too early," Ted said. "There's plenty of time."
"Take off your coat," Tom said. "Come on in, sit down and have a drink."
Tom was already taking sly peeks at Betty's tits, he mixed four drinks. Ted pulled out a baggie full of marijuana and began rolling a joint. They all sat in front of the fire, sipping drinks and smoking grass.
"Who's going to be at this party?" Ann asked.
"Oh, I don't know. Probably the Clarks, the Apples, Arnold Burns. The regular crowd," Ted said.
Ann and Tom had heard of most of those people, but had only met a few of them. This party was going to be a good chance for them to meet the people they'd been hearing about.
"Let's just hope certain people don't grow up," Betty said.
Ann and Tom looked at her in surprise.
"Betty's old boy friend is back in town and is giving her a hard time," Ted said. "He told me to stay away from her. Can you imagine? He hasn't even seen her for three years and he thinks he owns her."
This was getting exciting, Ann thought. Since they'd been in Owlsport they seemed to hear about all sorts of problems and fights people had been having. In the city those things were always hushed up, but here everything seemed out in the open. The idea that before the night was over they might see Ted defending his right to go out with Betty seemed exciting.
After another drink and a few more joints, it was time to go. Things started early in the country. In the city, Ann and Tom would go to parties at nine or nine-thirty, but in Owlsport, people went to bed early and got up early.
Ann and Tom followed Ted and Betty in their own car. Before long, Tom was glad that Ted had offered to lead them there. They would never have been able to follow directions to the place. It was on the other side of the lake, off the main road, up the ridge, then off on a dirt road that snaked through the woods.
Finally, they came to a clearing full of parked cars and a beautiful, modem house. It was lighted in every window and seemed strange out there in the black darkness of the woods. As soon as they got out of their cars they could hear loud conversations and laughter. They were glad it was going to be that sort of party. They didn't want to face a bunch of strangers if everyone was solemn and quiet.
Ted kept leading them even though the cars were parked. He opened the front door and walked in without knocking. The house was full. They left their coats on a bed in one of the bedrooms, and began milling about. The people looked like typical transplanted city types. They wore jeans and work shoes or hiking boots, but none of their clothing looked broken in.
A lot of the faces were familiar. After all, in a town that size it didn't take long to see just about everybody on the street or in a restaurant. Ann and Tom lost Ted somewhere and were on their own.
"Hello there. You must be the Gables," a good-looking, older guy said to them. "I'm Bert Taylor."
Tom introduced Ann and himself. Soon, Madge Taylor came over and joined them. She was a very beautiful woman, Tom noticed, and even though she was at least ten years older than him, he couldn't help wondering how a woman her age would be in bed.
"So, you're the young couple opening the antique store." Then she looked around and called a man over. "This is John Cramer, your competition. These are the people opening that new shop, John."
It turned out that John had had the only antique shop in the vicinity until then. He seemed very nice and he gave them some advice. Then he disappeared into the crowd.
Ann and Tom made their way to the bar, but on the way Ann was waylaid by Madge. Tom found himself drifting. He grabbed a drink and spotted Betty standing alone. This would be a good chance to get to know her, Tom thought as he sidled up to her.
"Any sign of your boy friend?" he asked.
"No. I really don't think he would show up."
"Are you and Ted, lovers?" Tom asked.
Betty smiled at him but didn't say anything at first. Tom smiled back at her.
"Sometimes," she finally said. "We help each other out once in a while, you might say."
That was an interesting answer, Tom thought. He wondered if she would help him out someday. They made small talk for a while. Betty told him the guy Ted had mentioned was the father of her first baby. He was run out of town for getting her pregnant, and now he showed up with big plans for her and the baby.
As interesting as her story was, Tom was haying trouble paying attention. He was distracted by her tits and the way her hips flared. He had never fucked another chick since he'd married Ann, but he was getting restless. He was wondering what the best way to get this chick alone would be.
When Ann found her husband talking to Betty she figured it was normal since she was one of the few people they knew there. She came up to join them. Tom hoped his face didn't give him away. He left Ann and Betty after a few minutes and began cruising. After a few drinks, he was less shy about meeting his new neighbors, and he talked to a lot of people, but he kept track of Betty.
After about an hour the mood of the party seemed to change. Most of the people were at least tipsy, and almost all of them had been passing joints around. Ann had checked out the action in the bedrooms, and found that several times a guy and chick would go into one of them and close the door.
When she saw Sarah, a woman she'd just met, duck into one of the bedrooms with a guy she'd met with his wife, she got too interested to let the opportunity pass. There wasn't anyone else in the hallway, so she strolled over to the door and listened. She didn't hear anything, but noticed that light was coming through the keyhole.
It would be terribly embarrassing to be caught on her knees at a keyhole, but she knew she was going to have to chance it. Taking a look around to make sure she was alone, she crouched down to the keyhole and peered through it. Cool air was streaming out of the hole and it made her eye water, but she kept looking.
The two people were sitting an the bed, the guy holding Sarah's hand. They were talking, but Ann couldn't make out what it was they were saying.
Just seeing them through the keyhole like that was so exciting that Ann's heart was pounding. If anything was going to happen, she wondered what she would do.
"Okay, but let's hurry," she heard Sarah say through the door.
Ann swallowed hard in a grip of hope and passion as they began moving around. She saw Sarah reach up under her skirt and pull her panties off. They guy unfastened his pants and pulled them down. His prick was already stiff.
Sarah pulled her skirt up around her waist and lay back on the pile of coats on the bed. The guy kissed her as he lowered himself between her legs. Ann could see his prick searching for the entrance to the girl's crotch. Soon, they were coupled and pumping.
Ann's throat was dry as she breathed quickly and heavily in the excitement of voyeuristic pleasure. 'The fuckers were pumping fast in an attempt to get it over with before they were caught. If they'd known they were already caught, in a way, they might have jumped up and bidden from the prying eye, but Ann had a feeling that they wouldn't even have minded.
Then, through her lust-addled brain, she heard a sound behind her. She sprang from the door and tripped. She managed to catch herself on one hand, sprawled clumsily. Her drink had spilled.
"Can I help?" a voice asked.
Ann looked up to see Phil Apple reach toward her with a helping hand. She took his hand and stood up.
"I tripped," she said. Her face burned with excitement and fear that he'd seen her looking through the keyhole. She wanted to get away from him as fast as possible, but she couldn't do that without seeming suspicious.
Phil looked at her strangely, then looked at the door. Ann realized that he hadn't seen her looking through the keyhole, but she could see him figuring out what she'd been up to as sounds of wanton pleasure came drifting through the door. His eyebrows lifted slightly, and Ann looked down at the floor.
"Clumsy of me to have spilled my drink," she said, and picked up the glass.
"Let me get you another," he offered.
Ann thanked him and walked with him to the bar. Anything to get away from the moans of pleasure that could be heard clearly now, giving her perversion away.
Ann got away from Phil as soon as she could and drank her fresh drink down in one long gulp. She was trembling from the close call, and was promising herself never to peek again.
She'd had enough for one night, and decided to find Tom and tell him that she wanted to go home. He wasn't anywhere in sight though, and she began to feel impatient. The only thing to do was to have another drink.
If Ann hadn't been scared to continue peeking, she might have found Tom. He had seen Betty heading for the bathroom and had followed, not knowing what would happen. He saw the bathroom door close and he waited. After all the drinks he'd had he felt that anything was possible.
His head was floating, he wasn't too drunk to know what he was doing. He was just drunk enough to have all the courage he would need to make a pass at the gorgeous little chick.
The door soon opened and Betty stepped out. She saw Tom standing there and smiled. He moved toward her, and Betty began to move out of his way, thinking he was heading for the bathroom, but she soon realized that he was coming toward her. Tom reached out for her hips, too drunk to worry about what might happen.
When Betty looked up at him and closed her eyes as he bent to kiss her, he felt an exhilaration lift him off the floor. As they kissed, he backed her into the bathroom and closed the door. Holding each other tightly, they ground their faces together madly, wrestling with their tongues.
Tom reached up and took her tit in his hand. The feel of another woman's tit was glorious to him after being so used to Ann's tits. Betty's were saggier, but full and big. He lifted the jug as if he were weighing it, and buried his fingers in its softness.
With his prick hard and throbbing, he pressed himself to Betty's stomach and she moved her body to give his cock a rub. Tom sank to his knees and pulled Betty's sweater up. Under it, she wore a jersey, and he begun tugging it out of her pants. Before long, and with her help, he had her tits bared.
He looked at the round, heavy globes resting lightly on the ribs beneath. Her nipples were already hard and tight. She was so short that Tom could reach her tits easily even though he was on his knees, and he sucked in one of those brown berries. Betty held his head tightly to her living pillow of softness.
They wouldn't have much time, so he couldn't dawdle at her tits. As he sucked, he fumbled at her pants, but she had to help him get them unfastened. Tom pulled his head back to watch her lower her pants, and when he saw her cute little patch of brown curls he dove for it.
Betty caught him and pulled him away.
"No. Fuck me," she said.
Tom was too drunk to think of what might have happened if he had eaten her then gone back to his wife with the smell of pussy on his face.
He helped Betty up on the edge of the sink. She spread her legs and Tom moved between them. Betty helped get his cock into her tight snatch. First, she moved his fat head around in her slot to get her nice and juicy. Tom noticed that her hand didn't even reach all the way around his prick and he wondered if it was going to fit in her cunt.
He stood there, swaying slightly as she did all the maneuvering. Putting a leg around each side of his body, she pulled his prick to her cuntal mouth.
Tom leaned forward until he felt his prick moving into the tight sock of her twat. They had to go slow, waiting far Betty's cunt to stretch enough to accommodate Tom's big prick.
When he was all the way in, he realized that he'd never worn such a tight pussy. It was stretched aver him like a sausage skin. When he pulled and pushed, he felt the most incredible sensation of wet flesh sliding over his bulging dong. He held Betty's ass as he lunged with faster and deeper strokes.
They were soon grunting, but Betty put her hand over Tom's mouth to quiet him. She could tell he wasn't wed to getting quickies in bathrooms at parties.
As he fucked her, he began to lift her from the sink until she was holding on to him around the neck with her arms and around the waist with her legs. Tom was standing, supporting both of them, and swinging his hips to bounce her on his cock. The alcohol slowed him down, and by the time he was filling her with hot gism, he was sweating and panting.
When he put her down, she told him to rinse his face. She dried him off and helped him get dressed. By the time they were both ready to go back into the living room, they'd been in the bathroom for quite a while.
"Wait until I see if the coast is clear," Betty said.
Tom stayed out of sight as she opened the door.
"Oh, just a minute please," he heard her say. Then she closed the door and faced him with a strange look on her face. "There are three people waiting to get in here, and one of them is Ann."
That sobered Tom up. "What'll we do?" he asked.
"You have to go out the window," Betty said.
He knew she was right. They opened the window and he crawled out. It was a small window, and he was a big guy. Betty had to shove with all her might. Tom fell into the snow outside and got up. His leg was scraped and his neck hurt, but he knew he'd better get back into the house before he was seen out there.
He ran to the front door and let himself in. Brushing the snow off him, he walked into the living room with as much nonchalance as he could muster. Betty met him and told him to come into the kitchen. There she helped him dry off with some paper towels, and he soon looked almost as good as new.
"Where have you been?" Ann asked when she finally found him.
"I, uh, stepped out for some air," he said. He thought it was brilliant to make up that excuse since his feet were wet anyhow.
"Outside?" Ann asked.
"Yeah," Tom said innocently. Alcohol made it easier to tell a lie, he discovered.
"I'm ready to go," Ann said. "How about you?"
"Yeah, I'm ready," Tom said.
They found the Taylors and thanked them, said goodbye to the people they ran into on their way out, and left. As they went outside, they met Phil Apple. He said he hoped Ann was feeling okay, and she noticed that he was with the woman she'd peeked at in the bedroom. Of course, Ann realized, that was Sarah Apple she'd been peeking at when Phil almost caught her.
"What did he mean he hoped you were okay?" Tom asked.
"Got me," she said. "Do I look all right?"
Tom drove home slowly, trying to remember the way to the Taylors. He was hoping for another invitation from them soon.