Bill had never known a woman quite like Faye. Too many of those he had known in the past had been pushovers; his name, his uncle’s moderately large wealth, not to mention his smooth line… which, if failing, he would replace with roughness and force… had dropped many a pair of panties for him, their lovely, feminine owners spreading their thighs, readily, for his rampaging sexual assaults. Then, if he couldn’t get so-called, nice girls into bed, there was always the possibility of buying sexual favors; as a matter-of-fact, he was a well-known customer, at a certain motel down on Highway 101, near the beach. There his uncle’s money had bought him some of the wildest sex that could be experienced.
The coolness with which Faye had turned him off… actually, thwarted his attempt to seduce her, carried out so reasonably, sweetly, yet firmly, had been a new experience for him. Damn! He had wanted to fuck her so badly! His cock had been at full-mast erection… ready for business, as usual!… Yet, somehow, he recognized that certain something in her, a certain resolve, he knew he would not be able to overcome… easily; of course, he could have forced her, as he had forced other women to his will, using his superior strength, his knowledgeable sex techniques to bring her to heel.
Yes… he could have done that, but to say he was baffled by her would be an extreme understatement, indeed!
As he had gunned the little Porsche back onto the Boulevard, his mind churned; his mangled emotions, his jangled, frustration beset nerves and the throbbing ache in his balls combined to put him in a mean, vindictive mood, the picture of a little, spoiled boy, masquerading in the guise of a grown, sophisticated man-of -the-world. He took it out on his car.
Escorting Faye to her door, Bill had cooled down enough to dredge up some residual good manners. He mumbled an apology, and asked whether or not she would allow him to call her.
“Try me in three or four days, Bill,” she told him.
“Three days…? Not before?’
“No… I-I need time… time for myself…”
“All right… if you say so, I guess I can wait…” he conceded.
He knew be shouldn’t try to kiss her. He didn’t. Instead, he grunted out a grudging but polite Good night. Turning, then, to leave, he walked across the porch and stepped down to the top tread of the porch steps. Her voice trailed, softly, after him. It was unexpected.
“Bill…?”
He stopped, turned to look back at her.
Impulsively, then, she came to him, lightly, and placed a cool, gentle kiss on his lips. It was the kiss of a little girl, without passion or a hint of sex… like a tiny girl would kiss her father.
“Thank you… for a wonderful evening,” she breathed; then, turning, swiftly, she was gone, disappearing inside the front door of her rooming house, leaving him standing there, even more confused and non-plussed. He shook his head in disbelief.
The innocence of that soft kiss, its undemanding, almost sterile impression brought forth a memory, almost lost, of a forgotten moment of his days in high school. Another girl had kissed him, like that, breathed a quick I love you, Bill into his ear, before running, lithely, up to her front door, to go inside.
He had misunderstood. Instantly, his sex arose, his young, virile cock pulsed and throbbed in his pants, and he had caught her, before she had the door open, grabbed her, crushed her to him, kissing her wildly, passionately, caressing her stimulatingly, forcing himself upon her… until with a broken will, a heart beating like a trip-hammer, a strange, ready moistness between her legs and a thundering, slashing desire in her loins, she had taken him into the black darkness of her backyard, where on a redwood garden lounge she had given him her virginity and her undying love. It had been the first time for both of them. It had not been the last, for she had become pregnant. Bill’s Uncle Morris had paid for the abortion.
Afterwards, Uncle Morris had called his teen-aged ward into his study. He had been direct and blunt with the boy.
“Damn it, Bill… this is a messy business!”
“Yes, Sir… I-I…” Bill had begun.
“Listen! From now on, if you want a piece of ass… make God damned sure there’s no possibility of getting a kid… understand?”
“Yes, Sir…”
“You know about using condoms… rubbers?
“I do, now… Uncle Morris…” he said, sheepishly.
“Well… get yourself a supply of them and use them!”
“I will… It was a fervent promise.
“Better yet…” the gray-haired, still virile man went on, “I’ve got some connections There’s a whore house I know about… where you can go regularly… if you want to get your nuts off… with no God damn worries! The women down there are clean… and you’ll learn some things about fucking these little pimply-faced, scrawny kids’ll never know anything about!”
Bill was interested, immediately, but he held back his enthusiasm. “Yes, Sir… that’d be great… but…”
“But, what?” Uncle Morris grumbled.
“Aren’t those… those women… in the houses like, that… kind of expensive…?”
“Hell no! Not as expensive as this abortion I just paid for!” the uncle had said, punctuating his words with a big fist pounded on his desk.
“Yes, Sir… I think I understand… what you mean…”
“You’re damned right it is!… But, you don’t worry about the money end of it… I’ll take care of it… see you’ve got money in your pocket! Do you understand, boy?”
“Yes, Sir… I-I understand…”
“Good!” Uncle Morris snapped. “I’m going out there, myself… tonight! You want to come along… start learning the ropes…?”
The boy looked at his uncle, startled, disbelieving what he had just heard. “W-With you… Uncle Morris…? You go to those places too?”
“… And, why’n hell not? I’ve got to get a piece of ass pretty regularly, myself! I’m still holding my own!”
It was from that moment that Bill had begun to see his Uncle Morris in a new and different light, yet there were many things he did not know about his uncle, such as his intricate business dealings or why he had chosen to remain unmarried. Only rarely did the older man reveal anything of himself to the boy or to his sister, Bill’s mother. One thing he did know, after that, was the frequency with which his uncle visited the women, in that place, down on Highway 101.
Silently, as he had stood there, Bill watched Faye disappear inside the front door of her rooming house. He had not moved to restrain her; the memories of another time, that other girl, crowded into his brain and held him rooted to the steps.
“I’ll be damned!” he said aloud, reaching up to touch his lips in wonder.
Can things repeat themselves? He wondered about it… thinking: She was just like Ginger… Virginia… yes, that was her name… Virginia O’Malley! I think’ I really loved her! She was the first girl I had ever fucked… and I really wanted to marry her! I would have, too… but Uncle Morris said getting rid of, the kid was best… and 1 listened to him… damn it!
Slowly, the young engineer turned, descended the steps, traversed the walk and crossed the sidewalk to the curb where he got into his car, started it and drove through quiet streets to the freeway on-ramp, heading toward his home in Santa Monica, rather the home still provided him by his Uncle Morris.
Things could have turned out different! Ginger wanted to keep the baby… and she wanted to marry me… too!… But, Uncle Morris knew better… damn him! Sure… he’s raised me… took care of me… and all that… after my Dad died… and I should feel grateful… I am, I guess… in a way… but Christ! It’s just like I belonged to him… always doing just what he wanted me to do! The crazy part is… I’m still doing it! Now, there’s Faye, I could really go for her! I want to fuck her so damned bad I can almost taste it! 1 haven’t thought about marrying any woman for years… They’re always thinking about it though… trying to trap you into marrying them… one way or another!… But why should I marry one when I’ve been able to get all the fucking I want… whenever I want it? Yet… Faye just made it pretty damned clear where she stands: No sex… without love… and love to her means marriage! God! How I want her! My damned balls ache so much I can hardly stand it!
He knew one quick solution for that! Suddenly, he stomped the accelerator, sending the little car screaming down the freeway, ducking off of it onto the broad boulevard leading to the coast and arriving at his destination, in a matter of a few minutes. Bill Wright’ was always welcome there!
Kitty looked back over her shoulder at him. “For God’s sake, Bill… take it easy on me! You’ll split me wide open!”
Glassy-eyed with passion, grunting pantingly, Bill labored behind her, a smooth, creamy-white buttock grasped in either hand, his big, throbbing cock pounding in and out of her moistly lubricated cunt with reckless abandon.
“Hold still, damn it!” he growled at her. “I’m going to fuck you in the ass, now!”
“No… not this time, Bill! Please? You know I don’t like it that way… like Ginny does… she whined. “Let me suck you off, instead.
O.K.?”
Kitty was one of the regulars… and one of his favorites at the Pacifica Royale Motel and Lodge. There were other, more beautiful women who worked the Pacifica as prostitutes, but Kitty’s experience, her ability to please and satisfy him, always brought him back to her. She, on her part, was always glad to have the young engineer share a bed with her for a few hours. Then, too, he always paid her better.
“Yeah… O.K.” he agreed, pulling his hardened, aching cock from her sheathing cunt and flopping back on the pillows, the shaft of his massive prick standing up jack-staff straight above his hairy loins.
Quickly, Kitty was over him, her agile tongue licking and caressing the length of his throbbingly engorged cock, her mouth, finally, capturing the smooth, shiny redness of the bulbous head.
Her smooth, warm mouth was like honey, her tongue wildly gyrating around the sensitive corona, the tip of it dipping into the tiny slit, occasionally; then, as her head began to bob, moving up and down the shaft of his expanding cock, absorbing his length to the fullest into her mouth and throat with ever-quickening pace, she brought him to a spewing ejaculation, in a few minutes, and she swallowed his white, hot semen, voraciously, licking and sucking to get all of it to the very last drop.
“God! That’s good, Kitty!” he grunted.
“Do you want to stay the rest of the night, Bill?” she asked, knowing that if he did, he would pay her more than the going rate for an all-night trick. It’s a hell of a lot easier than eight or nine quickies!
“All right, Kitty… I might as well.
Twice more, that night, he used her. Kitty was a good fuck. She always made sure that he enjoyed her. Somehow, though, something was missing from the easy sex she provided him. Her services were as easily obtainable as a good meal. Maybe that was the trouble!
In the early, morning light of the following day, as he lay beside her, he knew that Faye, on the other hand, was completely unattainable. There was only one way he could ever have her: Marriage!
Bill looked over at the still sleeping face beside him, then his eyes ranged over the rest of her warm, naked body. Kitty had been very attractive, when she was younger, but now he saw the slight wrinkles and lines, the tinted hair, the tell-tale sag of her breasts and the middle-aged fat of her upper arms. He wondered, idly, how it was that she had become a whore. Had she ever been considered as a marriage prospect? She had been young, vibrant and idealistic, once… hadn’t she?
Suddenly, he saw her as a person, for the first time, and realized that he had been using her as an object… something on which, merely, to relieve his lust. She had been a thing to him… a fucking machine!
By slow degrees, he began to piece the puzzle together. All of the women he had seduced, the whores he had fucked had been as nothing to him… after Virginia, and lie realized that it had been his Uncle Morris… and his money that had hardened him, de-sensitized him, and in the process, he had to admit, ruefully, to himself… had dehumanized him.
Thoughts of Faye came crowding in on him. Was this woman, somehow, destined to be the catalyst for his aimless life? It could be possible her aloof, unattainability was leading him to something new. Could that something be… love? He didn’t know. Certainly, it would not be romantic love! Of that he was sure! He couldn’t bring himself to believe it existed except in stories… but it could be true love, a realistic love, of the kind that makes good marriages.
MARRIAGE?! He couldn’t seem to shake that word out of his mind. Bill Wright… married! He couldn’t imagine himself in that sort of permanent arrangement, yet his thoughts of Faye were all mixed up with that particular word. It kept cropping up… like a bad penny. I better come off it… it’s a stupid idea! I’m not cut out for all that crap that goes along with getting married!
He sat up, searched for and found his cigarettes and lighter; lighting up, he leaned back, against the headboard, smoking and thinking. His movement in the bed awakened Kitty. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she gazed up at him, sleepily.
Bill’s solemn face prompted her to ask, thinking about something… or is something bothering you, Honey…?”
“Yeah,” he answered, not being specific.
“Which…?”
“Both… I guess…”
“Well… like what, for example…?”
“Like… marriage…” he grunted.
“Who… somebody I know?” She was interested, now.
“Yeah… me!”
“You?” Kitty sat up, fast.
“Yeah… I’ve been trying to imagine me being married… isn’t that a laugh?”
“It’s about time, Bill! You’ll make some lucky girl a good husband!”
“You think so?”
“Hell, yes!” she exploded. “You ought to be settling down with some nice girl… and start raising a family… before it’s too late!”
“Why?”
Kitty looked at him, levelly, “It’s miserable being alone… believe me!” She picked up a pack of cigarettes and stuck one in her mouth. Bill lit it for her. He watched as she drew in smoke with some agitation; then, she went on, “If you’ve found the girl… grab her, right away!”
“My Uncle Morris seems to get along all right… alone,” he observed.
“… And, he’s the most miserable man I know, Bill!”
“Uncle Morris…? Impossible!”
“Believe me, he is! Don’t ask me what… but it should be pretty clear why I know… shouldn’t it?” she said.
“Yeah… you’re one of his favorites, too…” Bill agreed.
“Forget about Morris… let’s talk about getting you married!” Kitty said with dead seriousness. “The sooner the better!”
“You’re cutting off your own business, you know!”
“Hell… there’s always plenty of business! Don’t worry about little old Kitty!”
“All right… if you say so…”
Kitty’s hand, under the sheet, moved to grasp the limp shaft of his cock. She smiled up at him. “Would you like to cum… one more time?” she asked. “For old time’s sake?”
The touch of her hand, the agile fingers working, expertly, on him, brought his big cock to instant alertness, his blood pouring into it, to be trapped there. It was hard and erect, in a few moments.
“Yeah, O.K., Kitty… for old time’s sake… if you want to…” he smiled.
“I want to… Bill…” she breathed.
Her mouth followed her hand. She knew he’d like that.
Bill left a hundred dollar bill on the bureau for Kitty, dressed, left her there, in the room, still in bed, got into his car and drove home to shave and shower, before going to work. His uncle’s Continental had been parked three spaces down from his Porsche, in the parking lot of the Pacifica.
He was probably with Ginny, he decided. The old bastard must be quite a cocksman! I wonder what Kitty meant about not asking WHAT she knows about my uncle? Hell… I really don’t know very much about him, myself!
“To hell with him!” he muttered to himself, deciding not to worry about his uncle’s hang-ups! He had problems of his own… and he wasn’t sure of any answers… yet!