Charlotte Harding, although she was very much concerned and worried about her husband's injuries and wanted very much to take care of him, as a matter of wifely duty, found herself giving way to Nancy Barber, whose extensive medical knowledge and a Registered Nurse's certificate qualified her better to attend him. She withdrew graciously leaving Nancy in charge of Jim, for now there were other things, to worry about, too.
After Gene Barber's discovery that the radio in the airplane was useless, it was necessary to prepare for an indefinite stay at the lodge. She talked to Jonothan.
"Can you get through to the town and get help for us?"
"It is a three day, maybe four day, ride Mrs. Harding, but before I go, I will kill some fresh meat."
True to his word, they heard the booming report of his rifle come to them over the snow-covered stillness, and within the hour he had hung the skinned and eviscerated deer on a tree near the back door of the lodge. Then, leading a second horse, he was gone, his dark figure against the snow disappearing over the rise to the east.
Then, Charlotte organized them for the siege. She sent Frank and Gene for more firewood, and with Cheryl's help made an inventory of the foodstuffs in the kitchen, finding that they were really in pretty good shape, since, Jim had provisioned the lodge well. With the addition of the venison, Jonothan had provided there was no immediate danger that anyone would suffer from hunger, and they were snug in the warm shelter of the lodge.
Still, Cheryl worried. "Charlotte, even if Jonothan gets help in three or four days… how are they going to get us out of here?"
"Well, a plane equipped with skis could land and take off, or they might come in four-wheel drive vehicles. There's a trail… a real rough one, but a good driver could make it. I don't think we have to worry too much!" Charlotte was trying to be reassuring.
But, Cheryl was worried about something else: her husband and the availability of Jim Harding's wife to him. To say that she was heartbroken and jealous would be an understatement; she had persuaded Frank to come to the lodge in an attempt to save their souring marriage, and this was certainly not the way she had envisioned their second honeymoon. At that point in her thinking, she considered the marriage vows inviolable, and she hadn't even considered the reasons why her husband might want to break them. Worse, she was blind to her own culpability.
"I hate this place!" Cheryl burst out. "I was hoping we could get away from here right away!"
They were inside the large walk-in pantry finishing up the inventory. Charlotte saw that she was agitated and distressed and said, soothingly, "It'll only be a few days. Meanwhile we're in no danger…"
"I know that, but that's not what I'm worried about!" Cheryl snapped and turned toward the door of the pantry to leave. She had been toying with the idea of confronting her dark-haired hostess with the knowledge of her having been alone with Frank in her bedroom… naked, but now that the opportunity seemed to be at hand she wanted to back away from it, thinking perhaps that with Jim's injury, Charlotte had quite enough to handle. Maybe with Jim hurt, she'll be so busy there won't be any chance for her to… to get Frank alone, again.
Charlotte stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm and a soft query, "What's really bothering you, Cheryl?"
"I just want Frank and me to leave… and be alone!"
Suddenly, Charlotte guessed that the lovely and petite wife of Frank Paynter knew about them… knew that they had been alone in her bedroom, and had put it all together. With a smile, she asked, "Then you're really worried about Frank aren't you?"
"No! I'm not!" Her vehement denial was as good as an admission of her real thoughts.
"You are, aren't you? Are you afraid he might begin to enjoy himself?"
"What do you mean?"
"Frank told me a little bit about you."
"What about?" Cheryl faced her squarely, demandingly.
"He told me enough so that I could guess how it is with you and him!"
"Oh, and how is that?" Cheryl spat sarcastically.
"Well, you know," the older woman smiled placatingly, "not enough activity in the sex department."
"Is that what he told you… to get you to…?" She stopped, still unwilling to get everything out in the open.
"To go to bed with him? Is that what you were going to say?" Charlotte asked.
"… Yes…"
"That wasn't the reason I fucked with him!"
Cheryl was shocked at the other woman's use of that word. She'd never heard a woman use it before. She gasped.
Going on, Charlotte added, "No, that wasn't the reason at all! It's because I like it… and that's more than he says for you!"
Frank's wife felt as though she had to leave now. Things were getting too personal. She wrenched her arm free and fled toward the door. Charlotte moved more quickly. Slamming the door shut and blocking the way, she pressed on, "So, why don't you give both of you a break, and really learn to get turned on, Cheryl?"
At the same time, Charlotte's hands went out to the other woman to rest on her hips momentarily, before they began, to slide caressingly upward. Again Cheryl was shocked. She turned, twisting free and gasping, "Don't!"
"Don't what…?" Charlotte hissed into the back of her neck as she came in behind her, her arms going boldly around the tiny, svelte figure of Frank Paynter's wife and her hands cupping and massaging the ripe fullness of her breasts. "This?" Then she kissed Cheryl wetly on the back of the neck.
Oh, my God! She's one of THOSE women! Cheryl couldn't understand what was happening to her. She loathed the touch of the other woman… but there were those delicious sensations coursing through her, seeming to emanate from the warmth of Charlotte's hands on her breasts and spreading with the speed of high-voltage electricity throughout her trembling body. Inside her brassiere, she could feel the tiny cones of her nipples hardening, while below her loins were glowing with warmth. She was aware of the moisture between the petals of her vaginal opening. It was all happening so quickly to her… and she didn't want it to happen at all!
She writhed in Charlotte's arms attempting to escape, "Oh, no! Please…? I couldn't! I just couldn't stand another woman to… to do things… to me!" she moaned.
"How do you know, if you've never tried it?" Charlotte persisted, allowing the smaller woman to face her now, as she kept her arms tightly about her.
"It's all wrong!"
Suddenly, she felt Charlotte's mouth on hers, and she was being kissed soundly, erotically, the other woman's tongue slipping sinuously between her lips and teeth to probe with sensual, womanly knowledge.
Frantically, afraid of her own reaction to it, afraid that if it went on any longer, she would succumb to the sensations searing her so temptingly, Cheryl broke free of Charlotte and stumbled to the door. Clawing it open blindly, her eyes dimmed by sudden, streaming tears, she fled from the pantry, crossed the kitchen and made for the stairway, flinging after her, "I won't! I won't let you do it. Don't touch me ever again!"
Charlotte let her go. Smiling after her and knowing exactly what Frank's wife was feeling, she whispered, "You'll be back, little darling! You'll be back for a lot more!" She was sure getting hot pretty fast! Maybe Frank doesn't really know all about his cute little wife… still doesn't know how to turn her on. Safe in her room, Cheryl flung herself down on the bed, her chest heaving with both emotion and exertion. God! I don't know what was happening to me! I was getting all hot… just because she was touching me… fondling my breasts and talking about trying woman love with her! Involuntarily, as she turned to lie supine, her own hands went up to cup her breasts, her fingers squeezing at the hardened buds of her berry-like nipples. That felt good, too! With an effort of will she took her hands away! No! That's wrong, too! I won't do it to myself, either!
None too willingly, Gene Barber had helped Frank Paynter with the firewood, huffing and puffing as his soft pudgy body protested the unusual physical labor. Now, however, he had carried a final armload of wood into the kitchen, while Frank was putting the axes and saws away in the barn.
He stood there, arms loaded, as Cheryl fled; then, he dropped the wood noisily into the box. As Charlotte, startled, turned toward him, he said, "It sounds like you were trying to make her!"
Charlotte didn't really like this man; she had agreed to the couple only because she had recognized that Nancy, his bride, seemed to be a likely candidate to share a bed with her and Jim. She remembered having told Jim that she'd tolerate the rotund lawyer… even swing with them, as a couple, if she had to; otherwise, she intended to ignore him. So far, everything had been perfect… especially Nancy, who had entered their bed so willingly that first night.
Levelly, Charlotte replied, "That's quite an observation, Mr. Barber!"
"Just like you did with Nancy!" he continued.
"Oh?"
"Yeah!" He came close and reached out to her, his arms going around her to pull her close. "And, since you swing with everyone else, when are you going to make it with me?" He ground his hardening penis suggestively against her abdomen as his hands roamed down her back to the rounded fullness of her buttocks, massaging and caressing them through the dress she was wearing.
Pulling away from him coolly she smiled, "Well, it's not going to be right now. I've got to start cooking dinner for this hungry bunch of people."
"Tonight, then?"
"Maybe." She crossed to the stove, lifted the cover of the firebox, and tossed in a couple of pieces of firewood.
"No maybe about it, Goddamnit! Nancy and I were talking about it, today… and she said maybe you'd go with both of us!" That was not exactly what Nancy had said, but he had extended her meaning a little to include a swinging trio of them.
Charlotte understood his ploy instantly. She didn't like it, but she agreed, "That makes it better! As long as Nancy agrees to it, too, I guess I'll have to say yes."
"That's more like it!" Gene was pleased with himself.
As Jim Harding's wife crossed the kitchen to the pantry, she threw him a lewd little smile and said, "If you're so hard up… why don't you try to make it with Cheryl?"
His eyes lit up with interest. "Yeah, that's a good idea, except how do I keep her husband from barging in?"
"Don't worry. I'll keep him down here with me!" she told him. "Anyway, he's hoping somebody'll turn her on!"
Feeling that she would be more comfortable in a dress, Cheryl wanted to be doing something – anything – to make her forget having heard her husband and Charlotte in the latter's bedroom; especially, she wanted to blot out of her mind her own sensation-ridden reaction to the same woman who had been lying naked with him. There must be something wrong with her… something abnormal, that makes her that way… wanting to do it with both men and women! She shivered with revulsion, as she realized just how close she had come to letting Charlotte seduce her. Ugh…! But, it had felt so tingly and nice, too! It was that she didn't understand.
Quickly, she stripped off her heavy shirt and warm, long pants, and as she stood there before the mirror, she saw herself reflected back, her petite body almost elfin, perfectly formed, with a nice flat belly… even after having borne two children. She was proud of her ability to have survived those two ordeals so well. God! I'm so tiny… and the boys were so big when they were born! She supposed that it was something Frank would never be able to understand: why it was she had refused to have more than two children… and why she had been so distant and cool to him, refusing his love-making on too many occasions. Oh, she took her birth control tablets regularly, but somehow she didn't trust them; then too, she had been caught up in caring for the children, keeping a spotless house, and she was too tired at the end of her day for anything else. She just tumbled into bed, dog-tired, almost every night, finding it easy to protest on account of it or any number of other reasons that came glibly to her tongue. Frank had been understanding and sympathetic for a long time; lately, however, he had become more demanding, which had resulted in his warning: "Damn it, Cheryl, if I can't get taken care of properly at home, then I'm going to have to get it some other place!"
Later, he had suggested that they go away on a much needed vacation, to some place where they could be alone. The hunting safari advertised by the Hardings seemed to be perfect. "According to what Harding told me, this place is so far out in the boondocks that the only way in is by airplane!" Frank had told her. Finally she had agreed to it. They arranged for his parents to care for the two boys… and, here we are! There's nothing but illicit sex going on: the Hardings and Nancy Barber… Frank Paynter and Charlotte…! And, Charlotte trying something with me! Thank God neither Jim Harding nor Gene Barber have tried to get fresh with me! She was sure that she had had quite enough heartache with the knowledge that Frank had finally carried out his threat. But, I couldn't be a part of all this! I just couldn't! Id feel so guilty… and so afraid!
The worst part of it was that she realized only too well the possibilities of losing Frank, now. She'd have to keep him at all costs. That means I'll have to be a better wife…! And, that she knew had to involve sex… more sex and better sex. And, I suppose I'd have to let him do some of those nasty, far-out things to me, and get into all kinds of contorted positions!
Studying her figure in the mirror, she compared herself to that woman who was threatening her marriage. She saw the proud pertness of her breasts, small but perfectly formed, firm yet softly pliant cupped snugly in her lacy brassiere, the nipped-in reverse curve of her waist, repeated in the positive swell of her svelte hips and the soft taper of her thighs caught her attention. I've got everything she has… only she's just a little more gross, bigger all over! Actually, she's almost a big fat slob! It wasn't true, of course, but that was the way Cheryl saw her rival.
Then, she was reaching into the tiny closet to find the right dress. If she were to start winning back her husband's affection, she'd have to start dressing for him, make herself as attractive as possible, then let nature take its course.
She didn't hear the door to the bedroom open and close softly; nor did she hear the soft click of the bolt as it was shot into place. It was not until she turned away from the closet, the hangered dress in her hand that she saw him standing there close behind her.
"Oh!" she gasped. "What… what are you… doing here?" Reflexively, she flipped the dress around in front of her to cover her partial nakedness, her face flushing in quick embarrassment.
Gene Barber had watched her rummaging in the closet, getting a good view of her petite, yet voluptuous figure from the rear, and as she turned to face him, his eyes had devoured her. He smiled amiably at her discomfiture and said, "Don't get worked up, Cheryl. I saw you running away from Charlotte… and I got the idea that you don't go for that lesbian stuff!"
"You're right, I don't!" Cheryl snapped. "And now that you know, you can get out of my bedroom!"
He came close, standing easily before her, and he saw that she was trembling; then, he took the hanger from her hand and tossed the dress to the top of the tiny chest of drawers.
Taken aback by his bold action, Cheryl was too flabbergasted to object, and in the next instant she found herself enfolded in his arms and crushed tightly up against his paunchy body. Then, he was hissing, "But, I've got a pretty good idea that you do go for the real thing between a man and a woman!"
She found her voice, then. "Let go of me or I'll scream for help!"
"No you won't because there'd be nobody to help you!"
"My husband!"
"Like hell!" Gene said, as his hands slid caressingly down her back to find the soft fullness of her buttocks. "He's all tied up with Charlotte again!"
God! It was true! The only other man in the lodge was Jim Harding, who lay injured in his bedroom. Futilely she struggled to escape his imprisoning hands, as he reached up to fumble with the clasps of her bra. There was no doubt at all in her mind as to his intention. He's going to rape me! The clasp was open, now, and her brassiere was practically off already. With a supreme effort, she twisted away from the pudgy lawyer and ran toward the door. He caught her easily, jerked the bra from her and propelled her toward the bed.
"Take it easy, baby! I'm not going to hurt you! That's the last thing I'd ever want to do to you!" His voice was soft.
He pushed her down onto the bed and looked down into her frightened blue-green eyes. He went on, "We're just going to have some fun with each other!"
"You mean you're going to rape me, don't you?" she whined up at him, shuddering as she pronounced the word.
Leaning over her supine form, Gene hooked his fingers into the narrow elastic waistband of her panties, and with a swift downward tug rid her of her final garment. She lay naked and cringing on the bed, attempting to cover her shameful nakedness with one forearm across her breasts, while one hand went down to cover the soft, brown curls of her pubic mound.
"Rape?" he queried. "That's the wrong word. I'm going to fuck you, yes! But, rape you? Hardly! You're going to cooperate, and that definitely isn't rape!"
Wide-eyed with fear, she watched as the pudgy lawyer began to take off his wool shirt then unbuckle his trousers. At that instant, her vision began to dim swimmingly as her tears brimmed over and ran down her cheeks.
"What makes you think I'd ever let you?"
"Well, you know what your husband's been doing?" His shirt and trousers were off, now, and she saw that beneath the slight overhang of his paunch his penis bulged out against the cloth of his boxer-type shorts.
"Y-Yes."
"Maybe what you don't know is that he doesn't care whether you do the same or not! As a matter of fact, I understand that he'd just as soon you did. So I'm going to oblige him!"
"Frank said he wanted somebody else to… to…?"
"To fuck you!" Gene finished. "Turn you on… and fuck the ass off of you!"
Whatever remnant of belief she had in the possibility of saving her marriage vanished, bursting like a soap bubble before her very eyes, but leaving the very tangible reality of Gene Barber's jutting cock, long and thick and throbbing vibrantly as he divested himself of his shorts to reveal its hardened, naked state to her disbelieving and staring eyes. Oh, no! God, no! She couldn't really believe it. Frank? My husband wants me to… to do it… and be an adulteress…?
Cheryl stared up at him, her tear-dimmed eyes locking onto the pulsating shaft of his cock, seeing it massive and hard, and she knew that if she didn't do something – and soon – to avoid it, he was going to shove that horrible thing into her unwanting vagina… and do it to her. Do it was the nearest she could come to say, or even think, of the act of copulation. To be sure, Frank, her husband, always used those words, but she had a knack for screening them out, ignoring them, as she had just now with Gene Barber.
Then he was crawling up onto the bed. Cheryl was still lying crosswise on the bed, and as he came to her, he growled, "Come on, Cheryl, baby, get straight in the bed!"
She didn't move. He moved her himself, hauling her bodily into position. Then he was over her, his mouth finding hers and plastering itself wetly to her lips, as his tongue darted out to probe between them. She was holding her lips tightly together, her teeth clenched, and after a moment, he gave it up, grating down at her, "Well, hell… kisses are a waste of time anyway!"
"You're wasting all your time!" she hissed up at him angrily. "I'm not going to let you do anything to me!"
In the back of her mind an idea began to form. She turned it around and around, considering it for a moment. It's a way, at least of keeping him from going all the way with me! She decided in favor of it, on the instant, congratulating herself for her cleverness.
Now, the pudgy lawyer was slithering downward, his greedy hands going out to her breasts, his mouth following to capture a hardening nipple to suck. He cupped and massaged her breasts caressingly, finding them small but firm, yet softly pliant in his hands. As he nibbled on her pink, berry-like pop, feeling it elongate and harden between his lips, he was pleasantly surprised to feel Frank's wife's hand go down between them to the pulsating shaft of his rock-hard cock. Damn! He grinned to himself, pleased that she seemed to be changing her mind. That just proves the point! You can never believe what a woman tells you!
Cheryl found the warm, hard and throbbing rod of maleness, discovering that her fingers couldn't encircle it. It's huge! Tantalizingly, she moved her fingers around the head of it, spreading the lubricating fluid oozing from its slitted tip all around the corona making it slippery. As she did it, she felt its involuntary lurch and knew that she had given him an erotically stimulating set of sensations. Encouraged, she began to move her tiny, white hand up and down its turgid length with slow and deliberate movements. Now… if I can only keep it up long enough…
Now, one of his free hands slid down across the flat plane of her belly and moved straight to the softly curling cushion of her pubic hair. She clamped her thighs tightly together and hoped that he wouldn't be able to find her clitoris right away.
It was a desperate game she played, in which she had decided that her best defense was an active offense. Below, Gene's hand rubbed at her genital mound caressingly for a moment before he used a finger to slide down between the fleshy lips of her cuntal slit in search of her clitoris. Deftly, Cheryl squirmed her hips around to thwart him, while at the same, time, her own hand began stimulating the length of his cock even more, sliding boldly up and down its hard, throbbing length with ever more urgency. She felt it jerk crazily in her hand, felt its further expansion and thought jubilantly: God! I might be able to do it!
Suddenly, Gene realized what she was doing. Why the little bitch! He raised his head and looked down at her with baleful eyes, even as his hips were flexing involuntarily in tempo with her now insanely pumping hand up and down the shaft of his cock.
"Goddamn you!" he choked. "You're trying to jerk me off, aren't you?"
He reached down to stop her… make her take her hand from his expanding cock, but she held it tightly, resisting his efforts to stay her stimulating hand. "Stop! Damn it! Stop!" he cried.
"No! I won't stop… not until it shoots off!" She was desperate.
"You little bitch! You think you're pretty damned smart don't you? Well, I'll teach you a lesson!" His hand shot out, and came down hard in an open slap across her face.
"OOOOooooh!" she moaned.
It was over for her, at that instant. Her offense had crumbled into nothing, as she put a hand to her face and stared up at him, trembling again with sudden fear. Her other hand relaxed from around his hardened cock, and he was moving, pulling away from her and getting up to his knees.
He was angry and upset. "Damnit! I hated to do that to you, but you're not going to make a fool out of me!" he roared as he flung a knee over her chest and straddled her. "Now, you can suck it! Suck my cock… all the way!"
"Oh, God! No! Don't make me do… that!" Cheryl sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks now in a flood.
But, there it was only an inch from her mouth. She was repulsed with the very idea of it. Ugh! I can't do it! Before she could protest further, he had gripped her lower jaw, his fingers digging into her cheeks to force it open.
Against her will, her mouth flew open, and Gene leaned forward. His warm, smooth and rubbery cock-head slid in between her lips, and he was warning her, "Just suck it, Cheryl! If you try to bite my cock, by God, I'll knock your head off!"
She gagged, but he kept her head straight, holding it with both hands now, as he bored into her, shoving almost half the hardened length of his aching cock into her mouth. Chagrined at not having been able to carry through her diversion, her attempt to stimulate him with her hand to the point of ejaculation, and disgust with the act Gene was now forcing her to perform, twisted in Cheryl's mind like a double-edged blade. All during the seven years of her marriage to Frank she had steadfastly refused him that. Now that the tables were turned on her, and she fought against the nausea which churned in her belly, Cheryl wondered if this were not worse than the alternative of being raped the regular way. Ugh! That's what he'd be doing anyway, only he's using my mouth!
There was no escaping it now. She had to do it! The boiling rage in him, she sensed, could explode into real violence, more than just the slap on the cheek. It still stung, and she knew that her face showed the reddened imprint of his hand. Desperately, she hoped that no bruise would show.
Tentatively, experimentally, Cheryl hollowed her cheeks and exerted a suction on the strange presence filling her mouth.
"That's it!" His attitude was softening now. "And, use your tongue, too."
She tried it and heard his gasp of pleasure. Somehow, then, she knew that she would be able to do it, as she swirled her tongue around and around the throbbing, satin-smooth head of his cock. There was something else happening to her, too. Her throat was relaxing, and she was absorbing more and more of his thick, turgid length into her mouth and part way down her throat.
But, beyond that, the knowledge that she was giving him exquisite pleasure seemed to blunt the lewdness of it, for she felt the burning flame of her own arousal all the more. Her breasts tingled, still, from his kissing, sucking caresses, and below, between the fleshy lips of her cunt, she felt the moisture that bedewed the petals of her inner lips. Suddenly, she wondered: How would it feel… if someone were doing the same thing… to me? She had heard about it, of course. Frank's always been wanting to do it to me! Then she remembered:… and, that's what women do to each other! That's what Charlotte wanted to do to me! God! Would I have let her? The memory of how she had responded to the other woman… and how she had fled in panic, fearful of that reaction, afraid that she might be tempted, caromed around inside her skull.
Now, she was accepting almost all of Gene's lust-hardened male-flesh into her mouth. She kept her lips pressed tightly around its massive girth, trying to keep up a steady sucking pressure, while he rocked above her and drove his expanding cock in and out of her mouth, using it as a substitute vagina. Her mind whirled with another idea, new and pristine to her. That's it! He's using my mouth like another vagina, but there's no possibility of my getting pregnant! With this revelation, all fear and repugnance began to melt away from her, as she examined this new idea. She wasn't ready to accept it totally, as yet, but the pervading fear of another unwanted pregnancy was suddenly more remote.
She should have known that it would happen. Gene Barber's breath rasped gaspingly in his throat, as with insane force he rammed the full length of his demanding cock in and out of her mouth, rocking her head, even as he still held if in place with both hands. Suddenly, without warning he cried out his satisfaction, "AAAaaaagh!" And, his penis jerked violently, hosing the hot white liquid of his sperm deep into her throat.
It surprised her, forcing her to swallow hard, time after time, as his thickly spewing semen flooded into her throat. Oh, God! I didn't think about that! It was done. Gene held himself rigidly in place, his cock pumping lurchingly in her mouth, and gradually his grip on her head relaxed. "God! That's it! That's good! Oh, that feels good!"
Cheryl surprised herself then. She wanted to keep on sucking, wanted to lap up the very last drop of his semen, which she did, until finally the once rock-hard shaft of his penis began to soften in her mouth.
After long moments, Gene relaxed completely, and with another moan, he pulled his flaccid cock from her mouth, glistening with her saliva.
"You fooled the hell out of me!" he said, looking down at Frank Paynter's wife fondly as he crawled from on top of her, swung his legs off the bed and stood up. The lawyer was reaching for his shorts. Slipping them on, he continued, "Because you made all that fuss, then you sucked me off just like you'd been doing it all the time!"
"It was the first time ever," Cheryl said. "The very first time." She watched him dressing, feeling an aching void and wished that he wouldn't get dressed and leave, her so soon.
"Well it won't be the last, I'll bet! I'll be coming back to you, doll… for some regular fucking tonight!" He wasn't being very perceptive. Had he watched her closely, he would have seen the signs of her arousal, but something perverse in him was leading him to leave her, now that he had gotten his satisfaction.
Inside her brain, an inner voice screamed: Why not now? God! If he'd only stay… a little while longer… and love me a little. But, she wouldn't ask him. No! She couldn't say to him: "I need it too! I want you to fuck me! I'm all aroused, now… and if you want me, I'm yours to do with… whatever you want!" No! She'd never be able to say things like that… so she lay there, wanting him, needing him, and in a few moments he was dressed and looking down at her.
"It was great, baby… and like I was saying, we'll get something going tonight… with Nancy, maybe, if you want."
"Yes… maybe…" She felt completely let down.
He's really going to leave! She didn't need promises. It was him she wanted… and right then, but he was blind to her need. He left her there alone on the bed, naked, aroused… and unfulfilled.
Dry-eyed, Cheryl stared at the closed door in bafflement; then, as if they had a mind of their own, her hands came up to cup her still tingling breasts, caressingly, her fingers rolling her half-hardened nipples to erect attention, again.
It was another thing she had never done, but in a few moments, her hands stole down urgently to her pussy-slit, a finger sliding downward in the fleshy groove to rub at the erect and sensitive bud of her clitoris. God! I can't help it! I've got to do it!
… and, in the next few minutes, using her fingers, she came to a satisfactory climax, in spite of all of those early ingrained taboos.
Afterward, as she thought about it, turning it over in her mind, she wondered if this were not a beginning… rather than the ending she had feared… but, there are some things I don't understand… and I've got so many things to learn!