Gwen looked guiltily at the small overnight bag. She had packed and unpacked it three times, still undecided whether or not she should spend the night.
With a flurry, she snapped the top down. It would be all right to spend one night, she thought. She didn't have to spend the whole weekend. And besides, the roads were terrible on weekends, jammed with cars and drunk drivers. One night, she promised herself. One night wouldn't hurt.
She felt like a runaway teen-ager as she drove up Interstate Highway 5, her scarfed hair whipping under the ballooning material as the convertible sped past the Friday traffic. She felt the eyes of the male drivers staring at her when she passed them and a twinge of excitement raced through her. She felt free and loose and abandon. As she had when she slept with Allen the first time and he took her, hurting her by squeezing her tender flesh roughly and biting her flesh with his thick, strong teeth. She wished he was with her now so they could pull over the side of the road, sneak into the bushes and make love wildly, like two heated animals.
She swerved sharply to avoid ramming a slow Buick as her thoughts returned to the task of driving. Her heart raced and her leg trembled as she looked over her shoulder and saw the white, wizened face of an elderly man hunkered against the wheel of his old sedan.
Los Angeles was jammed with cars and she sat nervously, creeping behind the gleaming bumper of the car ahead as she moved slowly through the late-hour traffic.
The McCuskers' house was easy to find. The map they had drawn was as clear as if they had painted a green line to their doorstep. She climbed out of the car, purposely leaving her overnight bag in the trunk.
"Gwen, glad you could make it. Have any trouble finding the place?" Sybil asked, standing in the doorway, a drink in her hand.
"No trouble at all," Gwen said meekly, looking down at her small, petite feet.
"Come in, come in," Sybil said. She took her by the arm and led her into the spacious, sunken living room.
"Did you bring a bag?"
"Yes, it's… in the car," Gwen said, shifting her feet and offering her felicitous smile to Sybil.
"Didn't want to carry it in, thought the neighbors might raise their eyebrows," Sybil joked, gently poking Gwen in the ribs.
"I guess so," Gwen said, blushing and pulling at her fingers.
"We'll get it later. Now, sit down. Relax. I'll pour you a drink. Collins all right?" She stepped into the kitchen, leaving Gwen alone in the opulently decorated room.
The carpet was so thick she bounced as she pressed her feet testily against the rug. The couch was heavy and extra long, appearing more than eight feet in length to Gwen's scrutinizing eyes. Pillows were scattered in the oblong room in corners, and footstools sat waiting to comfort tired legs before deep, black leather lounging chairs.
"Luxurious," Gwen said, running her hand over the expensive material that covered the couch.
"Comfortable," Sybil called from the kitchen.
Sybil balanced the drinks deftly into the room and placed a sweating glass into Gwen's small hand. She seated herself next to Gwen and tucked her legs beneath her like a svelte cat perching before its domain.
"We have a quiet evening planned. Just the three of us. Dinner, some records, color television if you like… a swim… tennis… you name it, Gwen."
"I don't know why you're going to all this trouble for me, but I appreciate it."
"No trouble. No trouble at all," Sybil said, licking at the rim of her tall, skinny glass. "Even Bob is looking forward to it."
Gwen searched Sybil's eyes for the curious answer to the woman's playful tone. She only saw Sybil's pink tongue pressing against the glass and her long eyelashes fluttering.
They sat sated around the disheveled table. Used forks, half-filled wine glasses, soiled napkins, littered the table as they sat back and drank the cognac-laced coffee.
"Well, what do you think of our hospitality?" Bob asked, lighting a Vega cigar and hiding behind the blue cloud of smoke.
"Wonderful," Gwen said, feeling gay and heady from the coffee and wine.
"Let's adjourn to the patio." Sybil stood and waved them up.
The air was warm and soothing as it brushed against Gwen's liquor-tingling face. She touched her nose and felt the numbness as she walked slowly around the pool and looked into the pale green water with the wavering tiled bottom. She felt like jumping up and diving in with all her clothes on and feeling the refreshing coolness of the water swishing around her.
"You look like you'd like to swim," Sybil said stepping up behind her.
"Oh. You startled me." Gwen smiled apologetically as she turned around and faced her hostess.
"Sorry. Look, I've got an extra suit in case you didn't bring yours. Why don't we all go in?"
Gwen giggled. "How could I possibly fit into your suit, Sybil." She looked at the woman's protruding breasts anxiously.
"Don't worry about that. If it's a little big, Bob won't look. The important thing for you to concern yourself with is relaxing. Now come on."
She took Gwen's arm and led her into the house.
"Bob. We're all going swimming. Gwen's going to wear one of my suits. Now don't you peek."
"Of course not," Bob said, smiling and unbuttoning his shirt. "I'll keep my eyes closed all the time."
Gwen giggled as Sybil piloted her into the bedroom.
"I have a bikini that's a little small for me, Gwen. It should fit you all right."
"How bikini?" Gwen laughed, tossing her head.
"Does it matter among friends?" Sybil looked haughtily at Gwen.
"I suppose not," Gwen said, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling on her nylon. She looked up at Sybil's eyes and for a moment felt uneasy as the woman scanned her extended leg and licked the bottom of her lip.
"You get undressed. Meet us at the pool." Sybil smiled and left, closing the door softly behind her.
"Ummm," Bob murmured as he peered through the hole in the wall and watched Gwen undress.
"Let me see." Sybil pushed him away and pressed her eye against the wide-angle peephole bored through the bedroom wall. Gwen was down to her panties and bra, bending over and pulling the nylon briefs down her supple ass. Sybil felt an anxious throbbing in her breasts as the crack of Gwen's ass addressed her. She could see the beginning of her pubic hair and the clean brown cleavage of the split widening as the young woman bent down to pick the panties from around her dainty feet.
Sybil felt Bob press up against her and cup her breasts in his hands. "Leave me alone while I watch," she hissed, pushing back against him. He didn't withdraw. He pushed his hardening pole against her ass and wriggled forward. Sybil breathed heavily as she saw Gwen unsnap the bra and let her breasts swing free. The tips were turned up and the woman's nipples kissed at the air as she moved around the room looking for a brush to comb her hair.
"All right. Get ready," Sybil said, pulling herself from the wall and pushing Bob away from her.
"Getting hot?"
"What if I am?"
"Thought we might rip off a quickie, to slow you down."
"I know how to handle things."
"Yes, you do," Bob grinned, pulling off his trousers and grabbing the stem of his half-hard cock and wagging it at her.
"Yummy," Gwen said, popping her head out of the water. "This is delicious."
Sybil swam to her side and stood in the shallow end of the pool while Bob teetered on the edge of the diving board, clutching his sides and shivering in mock terror of the water.
"Makes you feel like a new woman, doesn't it Gwen."
"Yes. It's very refreshing. Very."
Bob dived off the board, his arms forming a spear over his head as his body arched down and plunged gracefully into the water.
"Bob's a good diver."
"Yes. He's good at everything he does," Sybil answered, floating on her back.
"Hey, how about some dunking, girls?" Bob's powerful strokes glided him up to the two women. "Us guys have to fool around, you know."
"All right," Sybil said, winking at him and pushing his head below the water. "Get him, Gwen."
Laughing, Gwen hopped through the water and pushed Bob's emerging head back down. He reached out under water and pretended he was groping for support. His hand squeezed the inside of Gwen's thigh and his fingers brushed the bikini-clad V of her crotch.
Spitting water and coughing, Bob shot up out of the water and shook his head.
"Get Sybil, Gwen," he sputtered, lunging with a splash toward his wife. He grabbed her and pulled her under. Gwen was behind her and pressed Sybil's shoulders down into the water. Sybil awkwardly reached up and grabbed at Gwen's midriff, clutching one of her breasts and squeezing as she drew herself up and out of the water.
A warm, tingling sensation rippled through Gwen as the fighting continued, as the hands groped for her body and squeezed and poked, as the trio fought and splashed and laughed in the frothy pool.
Exhausted, they lay back and floated, Bob spitting up small streams of the water from his mouth like a whale.
"Say, that was a blast," he said, reaching over and laying his hand on Sybil's stomach. "A real blast."
"Here let me help you dry off," Bob said wrapping Gwen in the beach towel. His hands rubbed her chilled flesh as she stood like a doll in front of him. She gasped as he tucked the material under her arms and rubbed, pressing the sides of his hands against the bulging flesh of her breasts.
"That's good, I'll get the rest," she said embarrassed and turned away from him. Sybil stood, pulling her bathing cap off and shaking her hair.
"Wonderful feeling isn't it?"
"Great."
"How about another drink before we go to bed," Bob asked, water from his suit dripping down between his legs and puddling near his feet on the gray concrete.
"Sounds great. How about hot toddies?"
"Brew them in a moment."
The hot fluid burned gently down Gwen's throat as she sat reclining in the chair, one of Sybil's silk housecoats tucked around her fragile body.
"Oh, my overnight case," she said, giggling and putting her hand to her mouth.
"I'll get it," Bob said rising and looking for Gwen's purse.
"In the bedroom, Bob." Gwen pointed and sat back, relaxed with her new-found friends.
Bob paused with the keys in his hands and flicked the intercom speaker to on above Gwen's guest bed. Smiling, he patted the small speaker and turned the volume up.
"Well, I'm glad you decided to spend the weekend," Sybil said as she refilled the toddy cups.
"A night, but I really don't know about the whole weekend. I might be imposing."
"Certainly not," Sybil cut in. "We planned on having you until Sunday. Now, don't disappoint us with any reservations."
"Well…"
"No well, it's settled. You'll stay."
"Right," Bob called, bringing in the small case and setting it by the bedroom door. "We've invited some of our friends over tomorrow evening. Thought you might enjoy a social get-together."
"That would be nice," Gwen replied, sipping the hot, cinnamon-bitter drink. "I feel like a turtle without its sneer."
"Well, we're going to keep it that way," Sybil said soothingly, reaching across and patting Gwen's thigh. "We're going to keep it that way."
She weaved slightly toward the bedroom after they had said their good-nights. Her head spun from the drinks, but she felt good, relieved of the burden of loneliness. It was good just to talk to people, to know someone cared and was interested. They were both such nice people, she thought. Going out of their way just for her. She didn't know quite how to thank them.
Gwen slipped into the bed and pulled the sheets around her. Her thin nightie rubbed suggestively against her breasts as she squirmed into a comfortable position and started to doze oil to sleep.
"Baby. Baby. Come here."
She sat up and listened to the metallic ring of the man's husky voice. She looked around the darkened room.
"You have a beautiful body, Syb."
"Ummm."
The voices sounded so close, so passionate. Gwen flicked on the bed lamp and saw the intercom above her head.
"How do you want it tonight?"
Bob's voice was deep and masculine. Gwen heard the rustling of clothes and the bedsprings squeak.
"From behind. Dog style. Oh, Bob. You looked so handsome in the pool. I unwanted you right there. But Gwen was there. Oh Bob. Kiss me there. Kiss me with your tongue."
Gwen's face reddened and she reached up to turn the volume down.
"Oh, that feels so good. Your tongue on me, licking me there. Oh, God, Bob, God. If only Gwen's husband were here to satisfy her. I wish she could share the wonderful feeling of a man. Her man's tongue where yours is. Oh, gentle. Deeper. Gentle. I can feel your tongue deep in me. Oh, Bob. Lick me. Lick me."
Gwen's breath came quickly. She wanted to turn the volume down, but she held her hand poised in the air, unable to touch the control knob. She breathed heavily, thinking about the couple in the next room, imagining their naked bodies squirming and wriggling against each other, visualizing Bob's head between Sybil's legs, licking and lapping at her clitoris as his hands squeezed her breasts. There was nothing wrong with that between husband and wife. It was part of love, part of the whole aura of excitement that made lovemaking so wonderful.
Allen had taught her the arts of oral love. He had pushed her gently down on his penis and let her kiss him tenderly as he put his mouth of her opening and nibbled at the hole, teasing her passion bud with the tip of his tongue until she thought she would faint with desire.
They were wonderfully short experimental moments in their sexual life. It seemed that he had only opened the faucet to her desires before he shut them off and lugged his seabag and rifle off to fight a war tens of thousands of arm-lengths away. She had nothing but memories to satisfy her now, nothing but the ever-fading memories of Allen teasing her to the peak of her excitement and then plunging into her, filling her with his staff until she thought she would burst. Allen was a good lover. And she tried to remember his caresses, the way he kissed and sucked on her nipples, the way his rough hands groped boyishly for her vagina and his fingers tickled her clitoris.
"Stick it in for me, Sybil. Put it in and work it around. Shove my cock into your pussy."
The words sounded obscenely pleasant to Gwen as she sat tense and flushed, rubbing her temples and thinking about Allen. They had used those words when they were excited. They had spoken that way when the passion raged and they were near their climaxes. It wasn't vulgar, it was part of making love. Part of the wild lust that took possession of the body and turned it into a tool of satisfaction.
"Oh, God, that feels good, Bob. I can feel your cock slipping so far in me. Squeeze my tits, Bob. Squeeze them. Oh. God. Shhhh. Don't make the bed rock too much. Gwen. Oh, good. Gwen might hear. Be quiet. We wouldn't want to upset her."
Unconsciously, Gwen's hands slipped down to her stomach where she began rubbing her abdomen in slow, sensuous circles as she listened to Sybil's panting voice directing Bob's advances.
She could hear the slapping of their flesh as they pounded into one another and the throaty moans as each touched the prisms of pleasure deep within the other's soul.
"Deeper, deeper. Fuck me. Ream me with your tongue, Bob. Oh, good. God, that's good!"
"You want more. Ask for more. More."
"Give me, give me all you've got."
"Ummmph."
Gwen sat rigid as her fingers began to tease her clitoris, rubbing it gently at first and then more harshly as she listened to the voices humping and grunting.
"Sybil. Sybil, baby. Take my cock in your mouth. Suck it. Suck it deep and swallow. Lick its head. Hum."
"It's so big, Bob. It's extra big. You haven't been thinking about Gwen, have you? Bob? Have you?"
Gwen's heart leapt. How long had it been since she knew a man was thinking about her, thinking about her in a sexual way? She waited for the answer, her body tingling, her fingers pinching lightly at her clitoris, rolling it from side to side.
"I've thought about her. She's very sexy, Sybil."
"A man can't help but think about a woman. But I only think, Sybil. I like Gwen. I wouldn't touch her that would be a sin."
"I wouldn't mind. Not if she didn't. I like her so much and know she needs love. Your kind of love, Bob. She needs a body close to her, to love her in a friendly way. But, oh Bob, let's not talk about it. The poor girl. I feel so sad thinking about how loneIy she must be in the next room. Fuck me, Bob. Fuck me until it hurts. Fuck me for Gwen's sake. Poor girl."
The sounds. They beat against her ears like the blood that pumped heavily through her veins as she listened to the squishing and slapping of their bodies, the moans and grunts, ecstatic cries of pleasure as the lunges increased in speed and the bed rocked faster and faster, banging against the wall.
She thought about what Bob had said in his passionate voice, about thinking about her. She spread her legs and sank her finger deeply into her split, thinking about Bob's body on top of her, about his chest rubbing against her nipples, about his hands cupping her buttocks and pulling her up to meet him as he lunged down and drove her to satisfaction.
Gwen's finger whipped in and out and she thrashed on the bed, whimpering as the noises from the intercom became more frenzied. She saw Sybil and Bob above her, saying, "poor girl, poor girl," as she pumped her finger in and out of the sloppy hole, driving it all the way to the knuckle.
She let out a scream as Sybil released hers and tears came to her eyes as she stiffened and ground her frame around the finger, seeing flashes of Bob's face nibbling at her body.
Trembling, her body relaxed and she felt a wave of guilt pass over her as she slipped off into a troubled sleep.
"Turn it off," Sybil whispered.
Click.
"Beautiful, Bob. You get better at it every time."
"You're not so bad, yourself," he said, lighting a cigarette and watching the tip glow as he sucked in a deep breath.
"That was great the way your voice trembled and you sounded so sincere, like a little boy admitting a lie, when you said 'I wouldn't touch her, that would be a sin.' God, I almost croaked, Bob. Right on the spot."
"Well, it would be a sin, wouldn't it?"
"Yeah, that's the fun part."
Bob took another draw off the cigarette and blew the smoke between Sybil's thighs.
"Everything look all right for tomorrow night?"
"She's prime."
"What time is Largo and the others coming?"
"Seven. I'll leave at five, be back at six thirty. That gives you an hour and a half. Don't rush it. We don't want to scare our bird away."
"No sireee," Bob said, snubbing the cigarette and hugging Sybil's warm body. "No sireee," he muttered, nipping at her breasts and rubbing her velvet pubic hair.