Olaf Jensen waited impatiently for over an hour, hoping Kye would come back so that he could question him further about the "American dollie" who he swore had sucked him. In the Asian boy's absence, the oafish teenager had given it almost undivided thought, until finally he was convinced that Kye had told him the truth! Except, he knew that this newcomer to the building had not been anyplace to meet a local girl… which meant that whoever he was referring to lived right there! And the only girl he was most apt to have been that close to in just three days was… was Mrs. Keller!
Jesus Christ! That beautiful, mind-blowing job, with those terrific tits and crazy tight ass going down on a little fink like Kye was almost impossible to imagine! Even to think of her spreading those gorgeous long legs to get fucked seemed sacreligiously unbelievable to Olaf, though he knew the captain damn sure did it when he was home, but it was still beyond anything he could picture in his mind. Shit, she was just too beautiful, like something you simply kept around to look at… almost as if she were above anything to do with sex. But who in hell else was that scrawny little bastard talking about if not her?
The thinking about it alone was enough to stir his loins inside the faded, tight jeans, a rush of blood surging through the long length of his penis to arouse it toward hardness. He worked on, but with increasing glances over the brick wall down the street in the direction Kye had taken. Shit, he had to know more, he suddenly decided, picking up his T-shirt and slipping it over his head as he walked toward the gate. He'd even chance his old man getting up-tight if he found him gone, but that wasn't likely this time of day. He was soused on his beer and probably sleeping in front of the glaring TV. The old bastard… the way he'd ridden him ever since he'd gotten busted for having a couple of joints on him. You'd think the old fart was some sort of model to pattern one's self after! Hell, he hadn't been worth a Goddamn since his mom died… and those frigging witches he picked up to bring home in the wee hours of the morning…
Kye probably went to the park, Olaf thought, stretching out his long, powerful legs in a quickened gait. Maybe he was screwy, but he really believed the little character, and after logically putting two and two together, who the fuck else was he talking about but Mrs. Keller…?
Kye was feeding squirrels in the park from a bag of peanuts when Olaf found him, having decided as he walked, to use every ounce of finesse he could muster with the younger, foreign boy. He sat down gently beside him so as not to scare the tamed little animals away, aware that his new acquaintance was intrigued by the way they were accepting the nuts from his extended hand.
"You see, Olaf!" Kye explained in a whisper. "They're not afraid of me! They eat right out of my hand! Is not that wonderful? In my country, a squirrel, should you actually see one, is frightened to death! The war has destroyed all the warm, God-given things!"
"Yeah… Sometimes, I come down here and feed 'em, too," the older boy lied.
"You do? Oh, that's nice! Little animals make me feel good inside!" Kye said with his usual exuberance. "You see? I am not angry anymore, and I was when I left you!"
Olaf nodded his blond head, studying the other with his small blue eyes. "I'm sorry about that, Kye… but what you were saying about getting sucked… well…"
"It is all right. I understand, Olaf… but you must believe that I would not lie to you."
"Oh sure! I believe that!" the big teenager emphatically implied. "But you know, you've only been here a few days, and then saying it was an American dollie… well…"
"It is true! And it happened last night, in fact…!" Kye said without thinking and catching himself too late.
"Last night? I saw you when you went in last night, Kye," Olaf immediately picked up, realizing he had his opening. "The only girl you were with was Captain Keller's wife! Now… how do you explain that, guy?"
Kye swallowed tightly. A squirrel captured a peanut from his hand and ran off. Something of a vacant nature swelled in his lean belly. He remember his own thoughts about wondering if Captain Mark would kill him should he know what had happened, and how he had intended to say nothing so that she would do it again…!
"Come on, Kye, you're not trying to make out that a beautiful girl like Mrs. Keller would ever suck your prick, are you?" Olaf grinningly questioned, unable to play his finesse game, or hide his mounting excitement as his heavy, boyish cock stiffened uncontrollably stiffened inside his jeans at the mere thought. "Sonofabitch, there you go again, kid, handing me all that shit…"
"Is not shit! I told you that before!" Kye angrily spat, taking the rest of the peanuts and strewing them onto the ground. "Kye does not be! And Mrs. Dianne thinks much of me, too!"
"But not enough to suck your puny cock, buddy-boy…!"
"Yes! Yes, she does and she did! Last night!"
"I don't believe it!"
"She did, almighty Goddamn, she did! How much you want to bet, Joe?" Kye spat at him, irresistibly throwing his Saigon street jargon at the other's taunting face.
"Prove it! Make her do it again… then I'll believe it!" Olaf teased, getting to his knees. "Let's see you make her do it again, Kye boy, if you ain't throwing out that Vietnamese shit of yours…!"
"All right, I will!"
"When?"
"Tonight! You come by my window and watch!"
"How? The venetian blinds are always closed!"
"I'll fix them! You'll see that Kye does not lie! Then you will apologize!"
"You bet! I'll gladly apologize, Kye… but you've got to prove it first…"
Captain Mark Keller caught a bus from March Air Force Base into the nearest four-corners of Edgemont and chose a little tavern where beer was the strongest drink, perching himself on a stool at the corner of a little patronized bar. The handsome, gray-eyed officer wanted nothing except privacy to think this night. He decided he'd chosen the right place. A jukebox whined out country music and a pair of rolled-up shirt-sleeved, burly men wearing hard, construction hats played a limited game of pool on a special, small table in the center of the room. There were no females. Mark sighed and gulped at the cold froth of his beer.
What the hell was he going to do? Even if Kye and Sergeant were allowed to stay, and it was beginning to look better for them. Could he re-adapt himself… ever in God's world…? After the life he had been leading…? The sensual world he'd come to know? Christ, he surely didn't want to hurt Dianne! The truth was, he loved her so much that it did hurt! But…! Yeah, that was it… all the buts! And how in Christ name did he get over those buts… only to find himself back in a world that would no longer do it for him!
And what the hell was he going to do for a living once he was shed of this uniform? Christ, he just couldn't go back to the hum-drum of drafting, not after the wild, easy life and kind of money he'd been making. On the other hand, operating a string of whores and using boys for pimps wasn't exactly looked upon as being an acceptable profession in the good old U.S. of A. either. Yeah, he'd made a bundle, all of it nicely tucked in his gear at the base, and more than enough to set him up soundly in some legitimate business or other… but what? And how was he about to explain where he'd come by a hundred-grand to Dianne when he was supposed to have been fighting a police action for his country?
Hell, he'd done his share of the fighting; he had no compunctions over that, and he'd been small potatoes compared to a score of other exploiting operators he'd brushed against in Nam, but it was Dianne and how she would react if she knew the truth that was really gnawing the hell out of him. Among all of her other attributes, both intellectual and physical, she had a code of morals that wouldn't quit… or should he say ethics? Christ, he could just imagine the expression on her face if she was ever to learn that her loving, hero-husband had been known on the Saigon streets as Mr. Ace, South Viet Nam's number one whoremonger! But there was little chance of that unless he told her himself, and the more he thought about it the stronger his conclusions became that it would be like cutting his own throat! She would just never understand and he knew it!
The handsome Air Force officer finished his beer and ordered another, while the twangy Western music continued to the solid clacking of pool-bails behind him. He thought of the bars in Saigon where untold numbers of cuddly little teenage bitches competed for your cock, each one highly, self-skilled at her own sensual specialty and trying desperately to out-do her sisters. Christ, what they couldn't conceive of to make a Joe happy was beyond the sexual imagination. Then, with a touch of yum-yum to fire them even more… Goddamn… just thinking about it was enough to set him right off!
He shook his head and gulped at his beer. Damn, if he didn't love Dianne so frigging much… but how was he ever going to go back to their mild forms of love-making after marinating for almost a year in a culture where even eating was secondary to fucking… and the male was king…?
The smoldering residue of sensual pleasure both Kye and his beautiful German shepherd had left warming Dianne's voluptuous young body continued to glow teasingly inside her throughout the day. Regardless of what she did to try and occupy her mind, her thoughts invariably returned to one or both of those lewd, erotic episodes, until before the day was passed she had intimately relived them in every detail a hundred times. This was not to say that she didn't feel like some kind of shameless deviate from the abnormal act of sucking a young teenage boy to orgasm in her mouth, or being taken from behind by his massive dog; yet God knows, she was neither sorry, nor any longer conscience-stricken!
It actually amazed the young blonde beauty when she finally did realize her total lack of remorsefulness, and the longer she milked at her memories the less self-reproaching she became, even when thoughts of Mark entered into the picture. In fact, it had been under the hairdryer at the beauty shop where she had gone for an uplifting shampoo and manicure, that she found herself defensively referring in her mind to her young husband's mysterious "whatever". Why she had suddenly decided that there was a cloak of shadiness veiling the image of this man she loved so much, Dianne couldn't pinpoint, but she remembered there had been a series of little things said or implied by Kye in his youthful innocence… and then, there was that certain attribute called woman's intuition involved… for whatever that was worth.
It was true; she knew it was… just as she realized that she could never love him less no matter what. But did he have this kind of love for her? What would his opinion of her be now if he knew the truth about her sexual involvement with Kye and Sergeant? God, she shuddered to think of that!
In the living room enjoying her second Cuba Libre, Dianne again checked the window to see if she could catch sight of her handsome young ward and his lovable German shepherd. Not even Olaf was anywhere to be seen, and it was getting on toward dinner time. She hoped he hadn't wandered off someplace and perhaps gotten lost… but that was ridiculous, she reminded herself, remembering that he was unlike any boy she had ever known. After what he'd been through, to get lost in a peaceful little suburb like La Berdina would be next to impossible.
Her warm, inward smile was mirrored on her sensuously, full lips as she walked to the kitchen to prepare a light meal for them. She planned to take him to a movie later, and then perhaps they would stop somewhere for ice cream or something. Sergeant would have to stay home and look after things, but they wouldn't be very late. Then, they could sit around for awhile and talk. Perhaps she could begin to carefully draw some of the information from him concerning Mark which was going to plague her until she learned the truth. Then…
Then?
A sensation of lust-incited desire fluttered through Dianne's simmering loins and soft, tingling belly, followed by another of inner-shock as she forced herself to face the truth flashing deep from the hidden recesses of her subconscious mind. She dropped the head of lettuce she'd taken from the refrigerator to rinse, onto the floor with a bouncing, splat-like sound which reminded her of hot flesh against flesh! God! What was happening to her? She… she very definitely had intentions of seducing him… of taking up where they had left off last night! Yes, and somewhere in that obscenely forbidden memory, she had seen Sergeant's long, thick scarlet hardness… both of them together loving her in a wild three-way lust while she gave herself to them both at the same time in a blinding passion of sensual debauchery!
Oh God! Oh God! She must be totally perverted! Never had she felt such a total lack of self-control, nor anything to equal the ever-building flames of erotic desire as those racing through the rounded little bowl of her belly at that moment! The urge to reach down and finger-fuck herself crazy there was almost unbearable! Instead, she picked up her drink and drained it, quickly making another, and it was then that Kye, with Sergeant, burst in through the back door…
He had been reluctant to do it, but there was no other sure way if he were to prove to Olaf he was not lying. So, while Mrs. Dianne was away, Kye had busily made a spoonful of yum-yum powder into a colorless, tasteless, odorless liquid with water and spilled a few drops into all of her liquor bottles. He had also spilled several grains into her tea and coffee for good measure, but being extremely careful not to use too much, well knowing its reaction. Then, he had gone back to the park to feed the squirrels, while Olaf's huge, drunken father reprimanded him for leaving without permission.
"You stupid little sonofabitch! How many times do I have to tell you that you don't leave here without asking me first?" the monstrous man with the graying hair and red-rimmed eyes had raged, causing Kye to take several steps backward.
"Aw, Paw, I just took a quick walk down to the park…"
"I'll quick-walk you, you dumb asshole! I'll let Judge Reynolds put you on ice for a year or so if you don't get on the Goddamned ball!" the massive man whose belly was huge and who wore a scraggly gray-beard warned, then gulped from his can of beer. Even Sergeant had shied back, a deep growl bunching in his throat.
Kye had caught his pet by the scruff of the neck and led him away toward their door, the thought occurring to him that maybe Olaf wouldn't be able to get out tonight anyway. Well, no matter; he'd go ahead with his plans just the same. The idea of Mrs. Dianne sucking him again was anything but unexciting, though he still couldn't help but think of what Captain Mark might do to him if he knew! And Captain Mark was the best friend he'd ever had… at least, he had been, up until he'd met Mrs. Captain Mark…