After his rather disturbing encounter with Adele in her apartment, Davey grew quieter and quieter. His parents were naturally concerned. He still seemed anxious to get married, but he seemed suddenly older to them.
"Well, Margaret, he's taking the biggest step of his life. It's only logical to expect him not to have an appetite."
"I know, Seth, but he is turning pale. It's the middle of summer. A boy that age shouldn't be turning white."
"I lost ten pounds in the weeks before we were married."
"Yes, and you've gained that ten pounds back every year since."
"Now don't start on that again. Can I help it if you're a good cook? Stop worrying, Margaret, the kid's okay."
Davey's father found a good time and place to talk with his son and came away with the judgment that Davey was feeling only natural anxieties. He'd make a fine husband. Seth Randal told his wife to sleep easy.
Kay, on the other hand, was actually getting more color in her face and was busy as a beaver, or a bride just before her wedding, whichever is busier.
The invitations had come from the engraver with two "l's" in Randal and some of the cards which came with the early gifts had been misplaced. Besides that, her dress was going to cost one hundred and thirty dollars more than they'd planned. On top of it all, Evelyn had quarreled with her husband again and had gone to stay with her mom. Maybe she wouldn't come back for the ceremony, in which case Kay'd have to find another attendant. She had asked Lucy to attend her but her brother was getting married in Deauville the same day so she had to decline.
Kay's mom was almost beside herself, which didn't make things any easier for Kay.
In addition to her litany of woes Kay was concerned about learning to bump and grind. To get lessons on love took time and a lot of luck and she was running out of both. True, the cop in the car had taught her a few tricks, now she liked being eaten out. She liked that a lot. Last night she had even stayed awake a few hours longer than usual trying to thrill herself with her finger. Practice couldn't hurt, she rationalized.
Her mother's mounting anxiety and her father's increasing annoyance about the rising cost of the wedding was getting on her nerves.
"You know, Mom, I'd just as soon go back to grandma's and come back the day before the wedding. I'm going to be a basket case if this keeps up."
"Things are getting to you?"
"Can't you tell?"
"Well, dear," her mother said as she loaded the dishwasher. "I was much the same in the days before I married your father. Grandma had to practically lead me around by the hand. I was in a daze for weeks. You know what you ought to do? Take the car and go for a nice long drive. Keep driving till you've gotten so far away from home the scenery is unfamiliar. That will calm you down. I know. Trust me."
"But daddy wants the car this evening."
"Never you mind about your father. Go. Shoo. You're more important right now than his bowling."
Kay was out the door without another word. She was right back in, too – she had forgotten the car keys. The drive was just what the doctor ordered. She mused to herself how her mother knew best. All along the highway she thought how wonderful it was of her mother to be so understanding and she pondered whether she would be as good a wife and mother as her own mother was. She would try, she would try very hard for her own sake. And Davey's.
About half a tank down the highway she turned onto a country road which ambled through the rolling hills called the Evergreen Mountains. The highest hill was a whopping three hundred feet, but they were called mountains anyway. A series of colorful signs caught her eye. They advertised a boat rental place on Lake Drumheller. The lake was named for a pioneering family in the area who seemed to have cornered the market on real estate a century ago. The last members of the family lived in town, but their name was Eisenstein now.
It was almost sunset and a cool body of water was just the thing to relax her. She I followed the signs to the boat rental cove.
It was sleepily deserted. She saw one boat on the lake; men seemed to be fishing from it. She pulled the car to a stop and walked to the rental shack. Before she saw the attendant she noticed his legs. He was sitting in an old kitchen chair tilted back against the shady side of the shack. He was reading a paperback novel. His tanned legs were stretched straight out in front of him with his ankles crossed. He wore engineering boots and sweat socks with orange black stripes.
Kay figured he was quite young, maybe a high school boy, because his legs didn't have much hair and what there was was a golden color, floating just above beautiful smooth tanned skin. The shape of them indicated to her he did something athletic a lot, like bicycle riding or something.
As she rounded the corner of the shack, her feet crunched in the gravel and just as she came into his view he looked up.
He was a golden-haired youth close to her own age. His hair was a little too long, she thought, but it was beautifully highlighted by paler patches bleached by the sun. His eyelashes were so long they were almost artificial looking. His cheeks were highlighted, too, with tiny apple-like blossoms of healthy color.
He closed his book, smiled winningly and stood up. He was wearing shorts cut off very short indeed; in fact, they had practically no leg at all. They rode low on his hips and hung almost as if they were held up only by his trim round ass and something in his crotch which protruded, although not excessively.
"Howdy."
"Hello."
"Want to rent a boat?"
"I think so. How much are they?"
"Two fifty an hour for a motor, two for a row boat and two for a canoe."
Kay thought a motor boat would be noisy and that the restful dip of paddles and row boat was too much like work; she settled for a canoe. She could pretend she was an Indian and the white man had not yet reached the shores of the lake. It would be utterly relaxing.
"I'll take a canoe, if you'll demonstrate how to operate it."
"There's nothing to it, even the Indians could handle a canoe."
Kay was shocked at the remark, it sounded almost racist.
"I guess they should, they invented them," she said.
"They did?"
"Um hmmm."
"Oh, of course they did. I remember that movie with Gary Cooper being chased by the Indians in canoes. What was I thinking of?"
He smiled his terribly ingenuous smile and looked a little sheepish. Kay forgave him all.
"Are you by yourself?"
"Yes."
"And you don't know how to paddle?"
"I've never tried."
"Gee, I'm not supposed to rent boats to people alone if they don't know how to row or paddle."
The smile left his face as he pondered what to do. He looked at Kay in her culotte skirt with her bare shoulders showing above her halter top. Her legs were shapely and trim. Her hips were just the kind he would like to hug. Her bosom was pleasing to look at and her carriage made the whole package delectable. He liked best the smooth line of her neck and the cleavage between her breasts which was highly noticeable without being ostentatious.
An idea occurred to him and he forgot all about the deposit his boss required of all boat renters.
"Tell you what. It's almost time for dinner and Mr. Young told me I could close for an hour about sundown when the fish have stopped biting. There's not much business this hour anyway. I can close now and paddle you myself. How's that?"
"How much?"
"I'd do it for free."
Kay looked at him. His smile had come back as beguiling as before, if not more so. The idyllic view of punting on a sleepy stream between lush green banks flashed to her mind and she agreed.
Eagerly, Roger – that was his name – pulled a canoe off its rack.
"We'll take a wooden one, they're best."
They were also slightly wider in the middle, but he didn't mention that.
He slid the mooring line over a piling and eased the craft into the water. It bobbed gracefully and swayed away from the dock. Quickly, he stretched one muscular leg over the water, caught the side of the canoe with his toe and pulled it back along the dock. He secured the canoe to the dock and stepped down into it. Holding onto the piling with one hand and offering his other hand to Kay, he helped her into the canoe.
"Sit down right away."
She balanced herself on unsteady feet and quickly sat down on the tiny plank provided for that purpose. She plumped down less gracefully than she would have liked; she didn't want to look klutsy in front of this attractive, clear-eyed young man.
"We're going to need a paddle, right?"
He hopped out of the flimsy craft and raced along the dock to the place where the oars and paddles were stored. He selected a paddle and jogged back along the dock and got into the canoe.
"We're off."
Kay was facing him in the tiny boat as with sure strokes he moved them away from the dockside and into the deeper, darker water. He made the craft move easily and smoothly, and Kay was impressed with his deft handling of the fragile craft. He dipped the paddle silently and quickly from side to side, and as if by magic, the canoe went forward in a straight line. The shoreline was receding rapidly.
Roger smiled at her and asked, "Where would you like to go?"
"I really don't care, I just thought the water and the quiet would be restful. Oh, I don't mean I wouldn't enjoy talking, it's just the strain of getting ready for my wedding got me all uptight, and I just wanted to get away from it all for a few hours."
Roger's face fell at the word "wedding". So she was engaged, not much chance of laying her then. He was disappointed, he liked the line of her body. He could almost taste her lips, they were so juicy. Damn it, he thought, now I'm stuck spending my dinner hour paddling this broad around and I'm not going to even get a feel.
Roger was so wrong. Kay found herself talking as if to a confidant as he gracefully dipped the paddle to guide the canoe over the still surface of the lake. She tried to enumerate the comical aspects of the wedding: the overpriced gown, the trauma of not knowing if her matron of honor was going to show up or not, the misspelled invitations, all the details which had sent her out driving with no destination.
Roger seemed most sympathetic and made all the appropriate grimaces and "uhhhs" and "ahhhs" while she spoke. His charming smile and perfect carriage did much to impress her and she found herself opening herself to him more and more. She was suddenly talking about Davey and her effort to acquire knowledge as fast as possible.
She didn't realize it, but while the sun was setting and she confessed to her willful seeking out of partners his paddling became faster and faster. He was so excited by what he was hearing that he unconsciously moved his body faster. The canoe was fairly skimming over the water.
Without asking her permission he steered the canoe into an inlet hidden by two jutting points of rock and timber. This side of the lake was a state park which had no camping facilities so it was empty by this time of night. Roger had been watching Kay's face in animated movement while she talked. He could tell from her speech pattern that she was relaxing, and as he guided the slender canoe around the point and into the quiet cove she slipped her hand over the side and let her fingertips trail in the glass-smooth water.
"Oh, this is a lovely spot."
"I thought you'd like it. There're picnic sites over there, but the park is closed by now."
"I remember we used to come here for picnics when my Grandpa Ruby was alive. He used to take us walking in the woods to look for arrowheads. We never found any though."
"There is an Indian burial ground up that hill."
"I don't think we ever went up there."
"When they acquisitioned the land the surveyors were bribed by the landowner to exclude the burial site from the park because he thought there might be something valuable buried there. The whole idea of the park was to preserve the Indian grounds so he got hauled into court and I think he went to jail."
"Isn't it funny that the poor Indians are still getting ripped off, even after they're dead?"
Kay noticed that he had pulled the dripping paddle into the canoe and that they were drifting noiselessly.
"We should stay away from the shoreline because there're gnats and mosquitoes and stuff. But I need a rest."
"You make rowing look so easy I didn't realize you've been working hard all this time! Here I have been talking a blue streak while you sweat."
"I just want to rest a little bit."
"Come take this seat, you can lean back."
"I think I'll stretch out flat."
Carefully he lay down in the bottom of the canoe. The ribs were about half an inch high but they formed an organized series of ridges so he could lie on his back and be perfectly comfortable.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Perfectly. Try it."
"Is there room for both of us?"
"Sure. Just balance yourself and move slowly."
With the faintly disguised enthusiasm of a Campfire Girl enjoying a new adventure, Kay moved out of her seat and stretched out on the canoe's bottom. They were both on their backs, lying head to toe, staring up at the first stars to appear.
"See?"
"This neat."
Conversation drifted back to her anxieties because they weren't far from the surface of her mind. He made encouraging noises. By the time the sky was dotted with twinkly lights his leg and hand were touching hers unashamedly. She could tell there was pressure against her body which was deliberate. She returned it. The hardness of the big muscles in his legs excited her. Her heart beat faster and she hoped he'd make a direct pass.
His consideration and sympathy made her like him. His good looks and sexy good health warmed her and the sense of sex about him and the unknown quality of his love-making increased her desire. When he finally hinted at a little physical contact she started getting practical and she asked, "Here? In a canoe?"
"Why not? We wouldn't be the first, you know."
"I just don't want to get dumped in the lake and have to go home wet which would mean I'd get a cold and probably have to walk down the aisle with a bright red runny nose."
"I promise you the only thing that will get wet will be your pussy, and I'll lick that dry."
That did it. She was hot, officially hot, at that remark. He had won his objective.
She was silent and he interpreted her silence as the go ahead. He gingerly turned himself around and lay next to her. His hand moved across her chest and his calloused hands rested on her slender neck. He thought she was purring. He stroked her neck several times before he moved his hand elsewhere. Kay sighed deeply and warmed to his touch.
"You're sensational – my God! I don't know your name?"
"It's Kay Ruby, for another couple of days."
"Do you mind if I call you Ruby?"
"In high school they called me that so much that a lot of kids didn't know my first name was really Kay. When the principal called me up for my diploma he stumbled on the name because I had been a cheerleader and was well known as Ruby so he got all flustered. Go ahead, call me Scarlett, if you want, that's a nickname Davey sometimes uses. Davey is my fiance."
"Ah, under the circumstances I think I'll call you Ruby."
Kay smiled and understood. It did seem a little irreverent to let him call her by the intimate names the man she loved used to her, particularly considering how close she was to approaching Hymen's altar.
"Ruby, I want to make love to you right here, right now. I know you knew I had that in mind all the time. I wanted to make it with you the minute you came around the corner of the hut. I don't like to misrepresent myself; I'm not in love with you. I don't want to be in love with you, and I absolutely, positively guaranteed, do not want to get married I'm just old-fashioned horny. This is what I guess you'd call a proposition. I haven't got any diseases. All I've got is a cut on my hand which is healing."
Kay laughed good-naturedly at his complete honesty.
"I thank you for your direct approach. It kind of makes a girl feel good to know that someone she's just met who doesn't know her from Eve and who has no intentions of changing her name just simply wants to fuck with her. I hope you don't think me disloyal or unfaithful or selfish or foolish, but I want to be a good wife. My fiance thinks I've been around. I think he's scared of a virgin, and so I told him I wasn't one. That was about ten days ago. He expects an experienced bride on his wedding night and I'm just not that experienced. That was why I was out driving tonight I'm scared he'll realize I know next to nothing about getting fucked. Am I talking, too crudely? Ever since we had out little talk, I've been panic-stricken he'll find out. In other words, Roger, if you can teach me something that will make him happy, I'll be so grateful. Is that wanton?"
"If it's wanton, it's wanton I want."
They smiled at each other and he leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. She turned her head and he planted a warm succulent kiss fully on her lips.
"Oh, Roger!"
"Ruby, I'm going to try and be the best teacher ever!"
They embraced in a clutching, impassioned, frantic effort to reassure each other. The canoe rocked slightly.
Roger let his hand drift down to her round breast. He felt her breast heave with, a sigh. It was only a few moments before his hand was under the fabric and his delighted fingers were fondling her plump warm tit. He worked his palm around as if he was grinding an orange softly over a squeezer.
"Roger, you're so tender."
Already she felt his hard-on pressing against her. She wondered what it looked like. She was afraid she'd never know because there wasn't much moonlight. While she was thinking these thoughts she felt him rise to his knees and pull his shirt over his head, placing it behind him in the bow. Gingerly, he stripped away his shorts and underwear and placed them with his shirt. She reached out one hand and felt his body. It was tightly muscled and hard. She liked it.
He straddled her body and peeled the lovely halter off her as if she were a banana. He undressed her quickly. The canoe was confined but gave them all the room they needed for what he wanted to do. When her peaches-and-cream body was naked before him he slowly removed his t-shirt and shorts. He exposed his gleaming brown body. There was almost no light, but his eyes shown like jewels.
He lay on his side and ran his hands up and down her body. She tingled. She twitched. She turned and tried to breathe. He lowered his face to hers and kissed her lips gently. She was on fire. He worked his fingers on her earlobes. Kay thought she'd have to jump in the lake to keep from burning up. His tongue flicked against her cheek. Her cunt was burning! He rolled on top of her. She wanted to scream for him to fuck her!
When Roger began to move his hips with his inflamed and sturdy cock flat against her stomach, her whole body vibrated with the excitement. She couldn't understand what it was, but the man had a touch of something extra-human about him.
His soft lashes brushed her cheek deliberately several times. The effect was like fire. She was so excited and dizzy she couldn't remember what she said, but she knew it was begging in one way or another. At one point, he pulled away from her. She got on her knees but couldn't reach him. She crawled across and clutched at his knees.
She let some strands of her hair cascade down her shoulders and back. He reached down with one hand and softly ran a finger across her brows and down her nose. She quivered again and kissed madly at his thighs. He remained standing erect with feet slightly apart to compensate for the subtle rocking of the canoe.
Kay let her full breasts brush his legs shamelessly while she stretched her neck to plant her lips on his cock. She couldn't reach it because it was sticking out from his body too far above her head, so she planted her kiss on his balls. Roger lowered himself and let her kiss his straight prick with her soft lips.
Roger lay her back down and climbed on top of her. His hands massaged her body, first the big muscles, moving to smaller muscles and finally to the soft round tits which seemed to weigh so much.
He rolled over on his back. She got on all fours above him. Her tits hung down and touched his body. With his dark eyes fully open he let his hands caress her flesh and her tits rub against his belly.
Kay couldn't stand the fire building in her any longer; she had to get fucked.
Carefully, using his arm to steady herself, she lowered her pelvis to his. He guided his cock so it was at the proper angle for her to impale herself. She brought her cunt over it and lowered in onto his rearing cock. It was as big as most she'd had, but it was hotter than all of then. She eased onto it. She let out a breath of satisfaction.
He held that position for a moment and then slowly began to move. At first he pushed his hips forward slowly. The next time a little more quickly. After that he got up steam and thrust out his hips with force. Eventually, he was throwing his hips up in the air to her while her body humped with each stroke.
Kay was delirious with joy. Roger's eyes stayed on her bouncing breasts. Tier pink nipples bobbed in front of his eyes, mesmerizing them. He could have followed them forever, but his mouth became impatient and he found himself stretching his neck to reach them and imprison them in his lips.
"Roger, you're setting me on fire!"
"I'm already on fire. Oh, my sweet, precious, beautiful…"
He couldn't finish what he was saying because he couldn't keep her tit out of his mouth. He kept sucking it, letting out a word or two, then planting his mouth on her delicious breast once again. He grabbed her by the buttocks, held her fast and used her as a wall to climb up.
Kay had never felt like this before. What the hell could he be doing? Others had done the same things but never with so much style. Roger could even make his shoulders seem sexy. At one point he got his elbow next to her cunt and she thought the world was coming to an end, she felt so good.
Leaving her kneeling, he crawled on his back between her legs. There was very little light, just enough to let him see the general outline of the blond bush on her mound of Venus. The tongue flicked in and out of it. His fingers spread the lips of her damp cunt. Kay leaned her pendulous breasts forward so she was in a sixty-nine position, but Roger cupped his hand over his cock and wouldn't let her suck him.
"I can't stand it any longer, Roger. Please, please fuck me. For God's sake!"
With a smile he looked up at her.
"Come to me, then."
His hands were inviting her. His body was inviting her, his cock and his lips and his eyes were inviting her. She wanted his hard cock she lowered her pelvis, this time onto his cock. She ground her hips, threw her head about, swirled her hair and bounced her torso, anything – so long as it excited her lover.
Roger, in turn, threw his cock into her. It made a noise. He fucked with such energy he pushed her into the air high enough so he could roll her on her side and be back in her, sunk to the hilt, by the time she came down on her side. Kay couldn't bounce any more, all she could do was wiggle. This she did as if her life depended on it. Roger repeatedly and energetically thrust his body against the voluptuous young girl. He put one hand around each tit and pulled her to him by the fleshy handles each time he smashed his cock into her pussy. She tried to roll her hips in a way that would enhance it for him. His groans told her she was doing well.
Kay was giving out quiet, gentle moans of pleasure. Roger worked his cock in her hot pussy till she found herself rolling over on her back. Her knees were wide apart and her swollen tits were hard. His small hands wandered over them and his mouth dropped down to kiss her inflamed nipples. Kay felt his tightly muscled back under her arm and her delicate fingers roamed through his hair, twirling ringlets around her fingers.
Roger mounted her easily when she was fully on her back, her wide hips contrasting to her narrow waist. When he was harbored between her smooth creamy legs, he reinserted his cock in her warm cunt. Then their ride began. Kay's eyes popped open.
He was moving his hips in a way she'd never even thought possible. He seemed to be going around in a circle, rolling from the top of her cunt to the bottom and up the other side. Yet he was driving deeper within her with each revolution. She'd felt his cock. It wasn't so large; how could he fill so many parts of her at once?
He seemed to be everywhere. The speed with which he moved frightened her. His body was wet with sweat. Their torsos slid against one another. Roger wiggled and slid all over her sexy body, clutching a tit, or keeping himself from rolling off by thrusting a knee against a canoe rib.
He let out moans and grunts and murmurs and sighs. His tight muscles flexed and slid and his pelvis twisted and turned and thrusted and probed. Her body was like a musical instrument which his body played, and he was a virtuoso.
Kay was helpless – excited and passionate, but completely controlled by Roger. Feeling his clever cock exploring every nuance of her pussy seemed like a great way to spend eternity. But it wouldn't last, not at their heated pace.
His moans grew louder and came together more quickly. Soon they were stumbling over one another in the rush to get out of his throat. His prick banged into her wildly. The movement of his hips dragged her up and down the floor of the rocking canoe. When she thought he'd fuck right through the boat, he suddenly gave out an ear-piercing bellow and subsided. His panting chest rested on her breasts, and she stroked his back till their breathing returned to normal.
Roger eventually got into the stern end of the canoe and paddled back to the landing. All the way Kay sat back comfortably and dangled her hands in the water singing "On Moonlight Bay" very softly. He got a big kick out of seeing her smile and sing. She was obviously as happy as a young girl could be who had just been well laid in a canoe.
Roger didn't mind being slightly wet, but when he had expertly pulled alongside the landing and assisted Kay out of the canoe she discovered her culotte skirt was wet. All their fucking had allowed water to splash into the flat-bottomed boat.
"Oh, Roger, I've got to get this dry."
"There's a little electric heater in the shack. I've got to close up anyway, so why don't you go into the shack and take you skirt off, dry it by the heater and by that time I'll be finished and can lock up."
Kay did as he suggested, but as she opened the office door she was surprised to see a middle-aged man, slightly paunchy, reading the tally sheet Roger kept as part of his duties.
"I beg your pardon."
"Too late to rent a boat tonight, sweetie," the man said in a slightly gruff but not unfriendly tone.
"I know. I just returned my boat but I got wet and the attendant said I could dry my clothes in here for a few minutes."
"Sure, kid, I'll step outside."
"I'm sorry to interrupt your bookkeeping."
"No sweat."
As he said it he found it hard to suppress a smile; that fast-moving kid probably got it out on the water, he sure as hell wasn't around when he blew his horn. Roger was not only quick and alert on the job, he was quick and alert about getting a piece of ass. Fair enough, he would have tried the same thing at his age. In fact, why couldn't he try the same thing now? He wasn't ready for the bone yard yet. She was a looker, too. Nice tits, cute little figure, shapely legs and a pleasant face – yeah, it would be worth the risk.
"Where you from, sweetie?"
Kay told him and as she spoke she realized his eyes were moving up and down her body. He was athletic and in his forties maybe, not too short and just at the right age to have authority and still have youthful vigor. He wasn't a youth, but he wasn't over the hill either. He had another characteristic which pleased her; he vaguely reminded her of her father. That really was what made her smile back at him.
"Go ahead and take 'em off, I've got a kid not quite your age, I'm broad minded."
Kay wanted to make a pun, but she thought that would be too bold. She merely smiled her most come-hither smile and hoped he'd forget his kid and turn on to her.
He stepped to the side and brought up the electric heater from under the counter. He plugged it in and instantly the coils turned red.
"Thank you."
"It's nuthin', kid. Want to let me help you?"
"I can manage."
"Yeah, I guess you can," said the older man appreciating the comely turn of her bust line. He didn't sigh, that would be too obvious, but he reluctantly turned to open the door and left the building, she obviously wasn't going to let him have any nookie.
As his hand hit the doorknob Kay's heart sank. She was still up from the fucking she'd gotten afloat, and her pussy seemed to be humming for more.
Kay never knew what made her do it but she wanted him to stay yet couldn't bring herself to say anything so she just grabbed his hand from the doorknob and turned him to her.
"Please, don't go."
His face was one huge smile. He had nice teeth. She was hooked. He brought his hairy hand back to the doorknob and clicked the lock.
Kay stood against the far wall, only little more than four feet away from him, actually; and suddenly looked demure. His smile became one of calm peace and, without taking his eyes off her, he reached up and moved his hand around till he connected with the light cord. He pulled it and the naked electric bulb with the insects buzzing about it went out with a "click".
"It's a little crowded here, sweetie, but not as crowded as a canoe, huh?"
Kay was glad the light was out so he couldn't see her blushing all the way down to her ankles.
"How did you know?"
"If you'd been renting canoes as long as I have on summer evenings you'd eventually recognize the signs. A gal comes back from a unit, I mean an hour's ride, and she's wet on the back and looking pleased as hell, you know. I think I can give you an encore that'll make you sit up and take notice."
Kay forgot all about Roger and slid her skirt down her legs.