Nick listened to the phone ring, and he thought it would never stop. And then there was silence and he turned away, but it started ringing again. He cursed and stared at the phone as though it would attack him. Then, finally, there was silence.
Nick crossed over to the desk and sat down and sipped the hot, steaming coffee. He sat on the edge of the chair, his body tight, and he fully expected the phone to start ringing again.
He told himself he was being childish to huddle isolated in his apartment, as he had for the past three days. Yet, he could not face anyone. Not the office, not Connors and certainly not Julie. He knew his career and his marriage and his future were flowing steadily down the drain, and he could not function and he could not face people and have to apologize and explain and be criticized.
He took a sip of coffee and then put the cup down and picked up his pen, and he printed HOLLY on the paper. Holly, he muttered, and drank the coffee again, and relaxed back in the chair.
Holly had ruined him, he knew. Yet he could not blame her. He could only blame his weakness. Somehow, several days ago, he had lost control of things. He had lost himself to her luscious copper-toned, insatiable body. And time had been suspended since then, time and work and responsibility.
And the strange thing, he had to remind himself, was that his obsession with Holly had now extended beyond her body and her ability in bed. He simply enjoyed being with her he felt warm and alive when she was in the room. And she had completely taken over the apartment in so short a time and insisted on cooking and cleaning and doing errands.
Nick sighed and stood up and walked over and flicked on the radio. The music was soft and gentle and seemed to blend with the mood of removal that the snow packed up against the windows enforced.
Nick mixed a drink and took a swallow and thought of the beer account. It seemed an eternity ago that he had been confident in his ability to do the job in only a few days. And what was worse was that Holly now insisted on leaving him alone several hours a day so that he could do his work. But he had accomplished exactly nothing. He would sit a few minutes and then think of the blue eyes and blond hair and the damp, puffed lips and the golden body.
Suddenly, a loud grating commercial burst on the radio, and Nick flicked it off. He drained the drink and put the glass down and turned to the window. The snow had stopped again but the sky was grey and grey hovered about the buildings, and the few trees he could see looked pitiful with their stark, bare black branches whipped helplessly by the wind.
Nick asked himself how he could have thrown away all he had for a seventeen-year-old girl. He had thrown it away and trampled on it. And now he was immobilized because Holly was out buying clothes. He felt he could not function until she returned. Yet, when she returned, he would function in only one way, he told himself grimly, and it would not help anything.
He doubled his hands into fists and slammed them together so hard that the pain made him gasp. Then he turned from the window and hurried into the bedroom. He put on his coat and scarf and gloves and hat and left the apartment.
The day was raw and windy and bitterly cold, and the weather struck Nick harder because he had been in his apartment for so long. He walked out to the street and huddled in his coat and looked up and down for a cab.
The wind swirled snow up and Nick stomped up and down to keep warm. He felt somehow emaciated after the hours in bed with Holly, and being outside seemed strange after the three days in the apartment.
But he knew he had to do something, break from his lethargic, sex-ridden existence, or he would ruin everything. He glanced down the street and felt the wind and cursed. It had been difficult making the sudden decision to go to Julie. If a cab didn't come soon, he might lose his nerve. And he knew this was absolutely the last chance to salvage everything he thought was important.
He looked up and saw a taxi and waved his hands frantically. The cab pulled over in a wide are that sprayed snow and wet his pants from the knees down.
"Sorry about that snow," the driver said as Nick climbed in and slammed the door.
"That's okay," Nick said and gave the driver Julie's address and brushed the wet snow from his pants.
The cab hummed through the snow, the chains on the tires clunking, and Nick settled back and realized that he was in such bad shape that just being able to leave the apartment seemed a victory. And he hoped desperately that Julie was home. And somehow, home alone.
Nick braced himself as the cab turned a corner. Then he lit a cigarette and took a puff and another, and ground the cigarette out in the ashtray. He was weak and tense with anxiety when they reached Julie's building, an urgent anxiety that left Nick uncertain and confused.
He paid the driver and trudged through the snow and entered the building, not knowing what he would say or what reason he would offer for his refusal to answer the phone.
All the way up in the elevator, he tried to think of something. Something to soothe Julie, and Connors if he were there, and something to salvage his future. But as he rang the bell he was thinking of Holly again, and of what she would think when she got back to the apartment with her new clothes and he was gone.
There was no answer and he rang the bell again and told himself that perhaps this meant that the servants were gone. Then the door opened and he stared at Hanson.
"Why Mister Nick, Miss Julie will be pleased to see you," Hanson said. "I don't want to talk out of turn but I can tell you she and her father have been anxious about you. How are you feeling? Have you recovered from your recent illness?"
"I'm fine now, Hanson," Nick said. "And thank you for your concern."
Nick followed the butler down the hall and into the living room…
Julie was curled in a chair before a roaring fire, reading and sipping a martini. She looked up and broke into a smile and leaped up from the chair.
"Nick what in the world has happened to you?" she asked.
"I'm sorry Julie," he said scanning her short lush body which was accentuated by red slacks and a tight red blouse. The red highlighted her pale skin and black hair and eyes. "I've been holed up on that damn beer account. I felt I had to isolate myself or I wouldn't get anything done."
"I've been worried silly, darling," she said. "I've tried to call you time after time and even thought about going over, but I couldn't quite bring myself to do that. I think I was afraid of what I might find."
"What do you mean?" he asked quickly.
"I don't know, Nickie," she said, and cocked her head and stared at him in a way that made him uneasy. "Your entire attitude toward me seems to have changed lately. And naturally the first thing that I thought was that you had some woman in your apartment, like that secretary of yours."
"Miss Lewis?" Nick asked. "I haven't seen her since the last time I was in the office Julie."
Julie pouted and made a small circle with her toe and Nick realized she was barefoot. "Well darling, when you abandon me like that you must understand that I have to protect myself and all," she said. "So I asked Daddy to get you another secretary. And by the way, Nickie, Daddy is pretty upset that you haven't kept in touch with him. That crazy old lady that owns the beer company has been calling him night and day."
Nick took a step toward Julie and felt the warmth of the huge fire and realized how weak and warm and terrible he felt. "My God, Julie," he said. "That's a terrible thing to do. To cost that kid her job. She's a good secretary and I feel a certain loyalty toward her."
"But a great deal more toward me, I hope," Julie said. "Now let's not have a big scene about some little typist. She will get another job in the company. And Daddy will find you another one just as good and not so attractive."
"Dammit Julie, I don't like the idea of having you and your father do things like that," he said. He felt dangerously angry and told himself to calm down because he was in a bad situation, and hiding a disastrous secret that could ruin him in an instant.
"Then don't hide from us," Julie said, and her voice was soft and husky. "After all, we both have quite an investment in you. And we both feel a bit possessive. Now, excuse me for a moment. Get yourself a drink and relax and in a moment I'll have a surprise for you."
Julie left before Nick could say anything, and he watched the roll of her small rounded buttocks beneath the tight red slacks and was amazed that the sight did not in the least excite him.
He stumbled over and mixed himself a double scotch and water and then sat down in the chair by the fireplace and stared into the dancing flames. He could gladly choke Julie on the spot, costing Sally Lewis her job. Yet he felt so guilt-ridden about Holly and about the Dennison account, he was stripped of any courage or self-confidence.
He poured the scotch down and felt rivulets of sweat on his face and down his back and told himself he could expect a great deal of his life to be managed behind his back once he was married to Julie.
If he married her, he said and stared at the flames. Because he had so little time left on the Dennison account and he had no confidence, he knew he would have nothing but blank pages to show Connors and Frances Dennison. And the Holly situation was impossible and he knew it was only a matter of time before Julie or Connors or someone similar found out he was keeping a seventeen-year-old girl in his apartment.
Nick finished the drink and wondered where Julie was. He went over and mixed a drink and sipped it and glanced around the enormous, paneled room, and at the furniture and the paintings in gilded frames and the impressive leather bound books.
This had been his dream, for years, from the days when he had been a desperate, lonely, poor teenager like Holly. And now it was his, was at his fingertips. Except for Holly. He cursed her aloud and drained the scotch, and then had the strangest feeling of guilt thinking about the girl in that way. To hell with it he muttered and got another drink and sat down in front of the fire.
He thought he heard someone at the door and he stiffened and realized he might have to face Connors. He laughed and settled back and told himself he could not even think of a decent lie to tell. And he realized the beginning of the end might be tonight, with both Connors and Julie.
Then there was a noise and he turned and gasped. Julie was crossing the room, very slowly, and wore nothing but a black, lacy bra which barely contained her straining breasts, and a pair of brief black panties which hardly covered anything essential.
Nick stood up and stared at her and past her to the door, and asked himself if she had lost her sanity. She obviously saw his concern and smiled and shook her head as she stopped in front of him.
"I gave Hanson the night off," she said. "And Daddy won't be home for hours, and as a precaution, I put the chain lock on. Though it would really be more fun to leave the door unlocked and be really daring."
"Christ Julie," Nick mumbled and looked up and down her ripe, pale body, and the peaks and crevices were accentuated by the tiny bra and panties.
"I'm a bit drunk and a bit desperate, Nickie," she said and stepped to him. "And though it upsets me to do this, darling, when I'm finished with you tonight, I won't have to worry about your secretary or any other woman."
The flames danced about her pale, lush body as she stepped to him and dropped to her knees. The black bra and panties seemed to make her flesh all the more pale. He was about to reach for her, but she pushed his hand away. "Take off your clothes," she said softly. "Right now."
Nick didn't like her tone of voice, but he wasn't going to argue, not when she was sitting a foot away from him in her bra and panties and waiting to make love with him. He stood up in front of the fire, ripped off his clothes, tossed them carelessly over a chair, and stood over Julie. Her eyes were riveted on his cock, which was already half erect. "You don't mind being stared at, do you?" she grinned.
"Not by you," Nick replied. "I like to stare myself."
"Then I'll give you something to look at," Julie said.
She stood up and reached behind her back to undo her bra snap. When she pulled off her cups, two luscious breasts tumbled free, very pale and doughy, tipped with dark, wide areolas and nipples that were long and already firm. Grinning at Nick, she tossed the black bra aside and then slid her panties slowly down her white legs. Her buttocks quivered when she kicked the panties free. Nick was staring at her thick black bush, and the faint line of hair that ran from her nest upward toward her navel.
"You're excited now, aren't you?" she said, still standing over him. Nick looked down at his prick. "It looks that way."
"You want me, don't you?"
"Of course I do…"
"Then you'll do exactly like I say," she smirked. The look in her eye reminded Nick of her father. "Understand?"
He let his eyes stray over her tits, then down to her thick bush. "Sure, darling. Anything you say."
He was still staring at her curlicued bush as she dropped to her knees beside him and reached for his cock. She gripped the stiff pole loosely in her small, white hand, but did not squeeze or stroke. Nick reached out and palmed one of her tits, but she pushed his hand away, releasing his prick.
"Eat me," she ordered. "Lie down on the rug and eat me."
Nick was tempted to throw her down in front of the fire and leap on top of her, but he knew Julie well enough to know that she always wanted things her way. He'd play along, for now.
Nick lay down in front of the fire, the rug soft and furry against his naked flesh. He stretched out on his back, she came toward him and placed one foot on each side of his body. Staring down in near mockery, she began to lower her pussy toward his face.
His prick was still pulsing hotly as she brought her pink slash downward. He reached out for her as her buttocks met his chest, eager to taste her wet cunt, which he could already see glistening underneath the dense black mane. He stroked her back then moved his head as she shifted her body and inhaled the sweet aroma of her cunt.
"It smells good, doesn't it?" Julie smiled.
"Very good," Nick murmured as he buried his face in her muff and inhaled again. He felt her curly black hairs against his face, her soft buttocks against his chest, then the wetness of her pussy lips against his mouth as he nosed his way through her mane and licked at her love hole.
She sighed deeply as he kissed the clean, wet flesh, pushing his nose and cheeks against the gash to spread her lips. Her clit was large and red as it slid from between her doors, and he used the tip of his tongue to flutter the fleshy morsel, then removed a hand from her back and reached in to finger the clit as he licked his way down her steamy gash.
With a thrust of his face he licked along the crevice, from the bottom near her asshole all the way to her clit. His tongue nibbled around the clit, then his lips closed around the kernel and sucked it into his mouth. Julie sighed again, her thighs beginning to shake.
Nick lapped and kissed, sucked and licked at her love hole, swallowing hard as her sweet nectar filled his mouth. He pressed his face hard against her cunt lips, holding them open with spread fingers, and shot his tongue deeply into her cunt, worming it around and then sliding it out to lash at her clitoris again.
"That's a good boy," Julie crooned, rocking on top of him now. "Keep going."
Her hand rested on his shoulder, she moved it to the back of his neck and pushed him lightly against her pussy. His tongue snaked into her gash, delving deeper and deeper as she contracted her pussy and drew the tongue inside her. By now his face was soaked with her juices.
He looked up as he ate, eyeing her tits as they quivered above him. She swayed back and forth slightly, her eyes half closed, a smile curled on her lips. He reached up with his free hand and pressed his palm against one of her breasts. The flesh felt like hot dough. When he pinched her nipple between two fingers, she sighed once again and pushed her cunt lewdly against his face.
Nick wormed his tongue in mid out of her cunt, twining it around inside her and then curling it over her throbbing clit. She was gasping continually now, rocking on top of him, grinding her spicy buttocks against his chest. And still Nick's cock beat achingly, untouched.
As he continued to caress her, she lifted her ass from his chest and moved her pussy over his face. He heard her moan shrilly as the tip of his tongue trailed along her moving gash and reached the pink doors of her asshole.
Nick saw the wide, white cheeks of her ass spreading above his face as she parted them with her hands. Her ass crack was deep and hairless.
"Rim me, darling," she ordered. "Suck on my asshole!"
He could hardly breathe as she dropped onto his face. He licked into her crack, from the top near the small of her back all the way down to her puckered doors. He could feel the heat of her thighs against his face as his tongue shot out at the pink flesh of her bunghole and edged into her anus.
Julie wailed loudly as his lips met her asshole. Her fingers stiffened, she spread her cheeks more. Nick now peered through her tight jaws into the blackness of her anus. Without a moment's delay he steered his tongue along her crack and clamped his lips over her hole, then shot his tongue out as far as he could into her body.
He gasped as he fought for breath, but kept his tongue inside her asshole. He knew that his prick had sliced through that opening many times, knew that her hole had often been filled with his gism. The way she was squirming around on top of him now was enough to drive him crazy. And still his hard prick was untouched.
Nick sucked hard, then used his teeth to stroke her pink flesh, then crammed his tongue back into her asshole. She shook wildly on top of him, her cheeks hot and soft against his face.
"Suck it clean!" she breathed out, staring down at his face as she ground her ass against it.
Nick closed his eyes, then took hold of her thighs and lifted her body a few inches so that, as he licked along her asshole toward her pussy, he could move his tongue under her body and into her cunt. She screamed the moment his tongue reached her clit and his lips closed around the fiery kernel.
Her whole body was on fire now, twitching and shaking. Nick knew he could bring her quickly to orgasm if he wanted to. But he could play the game too. He moved his tongue back under her and let her down on his face again, worming his tongue back into her bunghole.
Nick's lips were sparkling with moisture as she pulled her ass from his face and slipped back along his body. His eyes opened, a thrill shot through his body when he realized she was going to touch his prick.
His legs were spread on the rug, and she layout between them, her pale, naked body gleaming in the fire. Her hand moved slowly into his crotch Nick held his breath as he waited for her first touch.
Gripping the tool around the middle, Julie pulled it backwards, bending it sharply so that the pole was pointed at Nick's feet. A drop of lubricant was forming at the pisshole. She blew a hot breath over the red knob, then kissed the veiny shaft once lightly.
"Beg me to suck it," Julie said, grinning when she met his glare. "Plead with me."
If that was the way she wanted it, Nick said to himself, that's the way she'll have it. "Suck it please, I beg you!" he urged. "Please Julie please!"
Still grinning, she lowered her head. Her wet lips closed around the tip of his cock, she sucked for a moment and then slid her caress slowly down the length of his shaft.
He was squirming as his prick at long last was enveloped by her warmth. Her lips were like a ring of wet heat moving up and down his hard staff, her tongue was like a snake as it twirled around his member. His hips moved upward to gently slide his cock deeper into her mouth when she plunged.
His taut balls were burning as she licked them, then took them in her mouth and juggled them around with her tongue. He opened his eyes and looked down just as she closed her lips around his cockhead again. Slowly, inch by inch, he watched his long tool disappear into her mouth.
Gism had already begun to fill his prick when she suddenly lifted her mouth from his prick and let it snap back against his belly.
"You like that?" she smiled.
"Oh Julie, I love it!" he gasped. "Don't stop now!"
"Spread your legs," she said, lifting one leg and draping it over his shoulder. "I want to lick your asshole."
He raised his ass from the rug and draped his other leg over her shoulder, breathing deeply in anticipation. Julie parted his hairy cheeks with her hands and licked into the slice, then pressed her wet lips over his asshole and slid her tongue inside him. Nick couldn't help squirming and moaning as the nimble implement twisted and twirled in his asshole.
While she worked in his asshole, she reached out blindly and gripped his cock. Nick sighed when he felt her fingers begin stroking his hot prick, jarring his balls, her fist sliding easily over the rim of his cockhead and then back down again. He only hoped he wouldn't come in her hand.
Julie sucked hard on his asshole, then pushed his legs from her shoulder and leaned up on her hands above his crotch. She lifted his prick with one hand and then lowered her lips toward the crown.
Her mouth was filled with saliva, and Nick could feel the moisture all around his rod as it entered her. She left a huge glob of saliva on his crown as she slid her kiss off his prick, then used her hand to work the moisture all over his shaft.
"I want you nice and wet, nice and slippery," she grinned. "Because I want you to fuck me up the ass again."
Nick's heart leapt into his mouth. He knelt up, she fell back on the rug and rolled over on her belly, thrusting her pale cheeks into the air. He almost dove on top of her.
His cock fell into the groove of her ass as he lowered himself on her body. He reached down and yanked open her buttocks. Her crack was still wet with his saliva.
Julie buried her face in the thick rug to stifle the scream she knew she'd utter when he penetrated her. Nick brought his dark cockhead to her hole then moved a finger into the crack to part her doors further.
"Hurry up!" she shouted, her words muffled by the rug.
He inserted the tip of his organ in her tight doors, then pushed hard with his hips. The cockhead pierced her cleanly. Her body froze, he stared down at her doughy cheeks as he prepared the lunge that would fill her.
His prick bent as he tried to ram it home, he withdrew it slightly and then pumped again. The cockhead pushed into her tight channel. He slid it out an inch, then rammed it in again with all his might. The shaft sliced smoothly into her body, his balls swung into her ass as his cock was buried to the hilt.
She lunged backward against his pelvis, screaming madly. Nick eased his cock back, then drilled it in again, knocking her body down harder against the rug. His balls swung into her buttocks again, and again she screamed.
Nick's long, hard pole pushed its way into her body, again and again as they both soared toward a wild orgasm. His wet member bore cleanly into her chute, pushing apart the walls and seemingly making the channel feel looser and looser with each plunge.
Nick rose on his hands to watch her ass quiver from his lunges. He could see his prick, glistening and pink, sliding from between her pale moons, then disappearing again when he slammed into her, leaving her cheeks wobbling enticingly. He had to admit it again: Julie had one of the world's greatest asses. And right now, his pelvis was slamming against it, his balls were bounding into it, and his hard prick was ripping deeply through the cheeks and into the tight, hot confines of her anus.
They were both covered with sweat by the time Nick felt his gism inching into his prick again. He had every intention of blasting it into her asshole too. He knew how much Julie loved to feel his spunk inside her, how she often came the moment his warmth filled her ass. But just when he thought he was about to explode, she squirmed away from him, ripping his cock out of her asshole.
"God, Julie, please, don't make me stop!" Nick groaned hoarsely. "In my pussy!" she shouted. "Oh God, put it in right now!"
She was already rolling over onto her back. Nick dove between her ivory thighs and guided his prick to her black nest. She took hold of the rod to steer it inside her, throwing her legs into the air and rolling backward as he prepared to stuff her pussy.
Her lush tits were swimming over her chest as he lowered himself on top of her. Her nipples poked against his chest. Slowly, he eased his throbbing stake through her pussy lips.
But just when she was sure he was about to fill her, he slid his cock out and rubbed the cockhead along her lips. She squirmed in eagerness, moaning.
"Put it in, dammit!" she screeched. "Nick, put it in me now!"
He knew he could tease her the way she'd teased him. But he couldn't wait to feel her warmth around his cock. With one smooth lunge he drove his cock inside her, bringing their bodies together as she thrust upward. His balls swung heavily against her upturned cheeks.
"Yes yes yes!" she howled. "Fuck me Nick fuck me hard!"
Nick began to pump, contracting his buttocks as he guided his hot poker in and out of her body. He could hear the wet sound of his prick slicing into her, the sweaty slap of flesh against flesh as their hips clapped together. By now she was squirming so wildly that she'd moved a few feet along the rug, he wrapped his arms around her to hold her still and quickened his thrusts.
Her tits were crushed between their bodies, her legs locked around his back as their passion mounted. She screamed each time his balls swung against her ass, then thrust her hips up to meet his lunges. It was plain to see she was moments from her end.
Her legs kicked in the air, then draped over his shoulders as he continued pumping. Her body was bent like a pretzel now, her thighs crushed under his body, her feet kicking against his back as if she were trying to push his cock into her cunt even more quickly.
Nick could see her raw pink gash as his cock split it open. The trunk glided in again, then smoothly slid out, glistening. Gism was entering his prick. And God-dammit, he muttered to himself, this time nothing is going to stop me!
"Faster!" she screamed. "Faster faster!"
He lunged at top speed, ripping into her pussy and slamming her ruthlessly down on her rug. But the harder he lunged, the quicker her hips seemed to thrash, the louder she screamed.
"Faster!" she wailed again.
"I'm gonna come!" Nick blurted out.
"Wait for me!" she shrieked.
Nick could hardly breathe. He pressed his face against her tits and sucked a nipple into his mouth as his rod stiffened with seed inside her. He eased the rod back, leaving the engorged crown between her cunt lips, then lunged into her again for what he knew would be the last time before he exploded.
Her hips flew up to meet his, his cock ripped into her and the first spurt of his seed splashed hotly into her body. The moment she felt his warmth, Julie jolted into a savage climax, writhing under his strokes as his cock continued to spurt into her creaming channel.
Nick's every muscle was aching by the time he collapsed on top of her, leaving his cock inside her wet hole. Julie too was gasping for breath. Now, her mocking smile had been changed into a grin of satisfaction.
"Nick, tell me how much you need me," she whispered in his ear as she stroked his sweaty back.
"I need you very much," he whispered. "I love you and I need you and I want you."
"That's my baby," she purred, patting his back.
Nick told himself that he wasn't throwing away his chance for a life and a marriage and a future just for bedtime with a teenager. Yes, he could be happy with Julie. Somehow.
"I told you you'd never want another woman," Julie said. "And now if you make up for hiding from me and causing me all that worry, I might let you love me again tonight."
Under his breath Nick cursed her. It was suddenly so clear. He never would dream of marrying a woman like Julie if it wasn't for her father and for the future a marriage with Julie might offer. He didn't love her, he didn't feel toward her the way he felt even about Holly.
But he said nothing about it. Instead, he poured out a string of flattery and sweet talk. It was what she wanted. And whatever Julie wants, she gets.
Nick stumbled into a bar and ordered a double scotch and water and drank it down in one swallow. He had another drink and tried to erase the memory of his groveling scene on the floor with Julie, and the way he had faked desperate passion while he pandered to her vanity.
He did not know if he could love Julie again after seeing her like that. And yet, he told himself, none of this would have happened if he had not gotten involved with Holly. Julie would change after the marriage, he told himself.
The marriage, he said, and saw a couple of men stare at him and he realized he was mumbling aloud. The juke box was loud and the bar filled with smoke and Nick tried desperately to sort out his thoughts, but everything was a haze. He felt weak and desperate and he despised himself.
Then, as he finished the drink, the thought came to him. And it was so simple he marveled that he had not thought of it sooner. He could not deny his obsession with Holly. And he could not give her up. So he would simply tuck her away in an apartment, and see her there. Yes, he said, and smiled, and realized that he could work on the beer account and somehow cover things until after the marriage.
Nick was smiling as he left the bar. He caught a cab and leaned forward, anxious to get home. He would enjoy Holly tonight, and tomorrow get her a place of her own. He could see her only when he wanted to, and somehow everything would work out. And there would be no danger that Julie or her father or someone else would walk in and find him living with a teenager.
Nick settled back and whistled softly and stared at the snow from the window of the speeding cab and knew now that he would break that damned Dennison thing wide open tomorrow.