I am still high from the martinis when we go to bed and I think that maybe in the morning I will want Graham to fuck me again. But when we wake I just want to get the money we've agreed on and leave.
We go to the bank to get the money. Graham tries to talk me down on the amount, but I end up with the $4,000.00. I fold the check carefully and tuck it in my purse. He takes me back to the house to get my suitcases. He stands by the window watching while I gather up a few bracelets and necklaces. I know what he has in mind even before he domes over and puts his arm around my waist. I pull away from him. "Graham… really, haven't you had enough? Are you trying to set a record or something?"
He keeps at it, tries to get me down on the bed, tries to persuade me to stay on for a few days. But I rebuff all of his advances and say that I have no intention now of doing anything except leaving as soon as I can.
He gives it up apparently, sits in the chair next to the window, stares out. "I'll tell you what, Carrie," he says finally, "… give me one more good ride before you go and I'll add another five hundred dollars to the four thousand."
I glance up at him with mock surprise. "Graham, it sounds as if you're trying to make a whore out of
me. That's really not very nice, considering that technically at least I'm still your wife."
He ignores what I say. "I don't mean just an ordinary piece," he says. "I mean something wild… way out… like last night."
"I don't think I have the energy," I laugh. But the idea begins to appeal to me. Not the money really, but the thought of Graham actually being willing to pay me for it. And his wanting to have it again in some wild way. Both things are so incongruous.
I start thinking about some of the things I could try on him. I am surprised to feel my pussy moisten a little. I decide to push it farther. "I'd hate to be just a cheap slut or anything, Graham," I say, "… but even a lady might say yes to a thousand."
I expect him to explode at that. But he just stares at me evenly. "It depends on how good you can make it," he says.
"Oh I can make it good all right."
"Tell me."
"No, that'd ruin it. It would have to be a surprise. A thousand then?"
He nods. I can see eagerness beginning to rise in his face, his prick starting to push out against his pants.
"You'll have to give me a minute alone to get ready. Wait outside."
After he leaves I take off my clothes and stand naked in front of the mirror, trying to think of what to do. I pick up my lipstick and apply it thick on my lips. Laughing to myself, I lipstick the tips of my nipples. I draw more circles on each of my breasts. Concentric ones that make my nipples look like targets. I get carried away with the idea of it all and make lipstick arrows on my belly and upper thighs all pointing at my pussy. I dab some lipstick on my cunt lips and make them bright red.
I step back and look at myself for a moment in the mirror. I laugh, but it all makes me feel very sexy. I get a lovely pink pants suit that I have worn only once or twice out of one of my suitcases and slip it on with nothing else beneath. With a scissors I cut small holes in it so that my red nipples poke out. I cut a wide slit in the crotch so that the tips of the pointing arrows can be seen. I put my hair up high in my head and put pink ribbons in it to hold it up, then make bangs that come down almost to my eyes.
"Aren't you ever going to be ready in there?" I hear Graham call.
"In just a minute… be patient."
I spray cologne on my neck and nipples and pussy. I draw the belt of the pants suit tight. I study myself in the mirror again. I look like a thousand dollar prostitute all right. A prostitute about to get paid for screwing her own husband. The craziness of the whole idea excites me.
Graham almost leaps at me when I go out into the living room. In a moment we are rolling on the carpet.
I stick one of my lip sticked nipples into his mouth. "Bite me," I say. "… ooh not too hard… that's better. Suck me… the left one. It itches. I'll get your prick out now so you can fuck me. Or do you want me to eat you first? You eat me too. I want to feel your tongue up in my cunt. I'll swing around. Like this. Mmmm, your big cock will taste so good."
He eats the lipstick from my cunt.
I suck his prick in my mouth.
We fuck standing up with my one leg raised to spread open the slit I've cut around my pussy in the pants.
He rubs my breasts and nipples constantly as he screws me. I can tell from his urgent grunts and the way he thrusts his cock in and out of me that it won't last long. I am sexed up too and keep cuming with every few strokes. It is not being with Graham that excites me… it is the wildness of it, the odd costume I have made, the way I am screwing him for money. It could be the cock of any man. I drive my cunt against it as it fucks me.
We finish it still standing there next to the sofa. Most of his cum runs down my legs. He keeps his prick in my cunt until it softens and shrinks out of me.
I take a shower to wash off the lipstick and Graham's cum. I slip back into my dress. He gives me the thousand dollar check and asks me to stay on a few days." "No," I say. "It's been good, but I've had enough, really. I'll send you my address when I get settled so you can write me when it's okay to go ahead with the divorce."
"Maybe we could go out together some time," he says. "… have dinner or something."
"Maybe. We'll see." I bring my suitcases out into the living room.
He helps. "Can I give you a ride anywhere?"
"No. I'll just call a cab… thanks."
The taxi arrives a few minutes later. Graham carries out my suitcases. He keeps trying to change my mind about leaving up to the last minute. "No, Graham," I say. I kiss him lightly on the cheek. He stares at me dumbly. Then I am in the cab and gone.
I spend the next few days looking for an apartment. With all the money I have in the bank now, my eyes are big and I have trouble finding something that satisfies me. In the meantime I stay at the Hotel Plaza again. The gawky bellhop looks startled when he sees me in the lobby and keeps thinking up excuses to come to my room. But I don't give him any encouragement. I have decided to stay off sex until I get located in a new place. He keeps at it, and I see no reason to be bitchy about it so I let him in and make him a drink.
I restrict him to kissing me at first, but eventually I give in to his eager advances and let him fuck me. It doesn't last long, but I am content about it afterwards. It kind of gets the feeling of Graham out of my system. It is like a hot refreshing bath. I get a kick out of it too because he's so proud of himself, as if he's just seduced a virgin.
He even sends up some roses from the flower shop in the lobby the next day. I keep them for a day but then forget to put in water, and they start to wilt. I wrap them up in a newspaper and stuff them in the waste basket on the maid's cleaning cart. The next time that Tom that's the bellhop's name – comes to the room, I can see he is looking for the roses. I thank him and say that they were beautiful but that I have an allergy and can't sleep with flowers in the same room. I tell him that I gave them to an old lady who said she had a nice place to keep them in the sun. I expect this explanation to satisfy him, but he still seems unhappy about it so I get out his prick and let him fuck me again. As he cums, he sucks one of my nipples deep into his mouth.
I am tired of taking. cabs apartment hunting so I buy a car, a new convertible. I don't want to make too much of a dent in my money so I buy it in installments, figuring that I will be able to finish paying for it with the money I will get later from Graham. For a few days I forget about apartment hunting and just drive the car around, as if it is a new toy. I want to show it off to somebody so I take Tom for a ride.
We drive south along the Louisiana peninsula toward the point. The river is banked high against floods and we don't see much of it. But still it is pleasant moving along smoothly in the open car with Tom sitting next to me. I let him rest his hand on my thigh. The breeze sweeps back my hair.
I turn off the highway and try to get to a place where we can see the Gulf. But the road leads nowhere except deeper into sand and grass and trees. We stop and get out and walk about on the sandy road. We find a dead-looking snapping turtle. It doesn't look as if it's been hit by a car, but it is all dried up about the eyes as if it's been baking there on the road all day in the sun.
Tom picks it up by the back of its shell and carries it to the shallow stream that runs next to the road. The turtle remains motionless even when he puts it in the water. We stand there bending over the stream, watching it. I am sure that it is dead or too close to being dead to recover. But after a few minutes I see its tail and legs start to move. Slowly at first. Then more rapidly.
"Look Tom, it's starting to move!" I say. "See its legs. Maybe its going to be all right."
Tom nods. "It was probably just dehydrated. It's soaking up the water now. Watch its mouth. You can see it swallowing."
"Oh yes… you're right. I hadn't noticed that. And now its eyes look different, too… so bright."
We stand there watching. I put my arm around Tom's waist. Finally the turtle begins to swim away slowly as if nothing at all has happened. We follow it along the road for awhile until a big bush blocks our path. By the time we get around it the turtle has disappeared. We look farther along the stream, but it is gone. I imagine it swimming faster now… heading for deep water.
We walk back to the car. I feel good about the turtle coming back to life. I think about how carefully Tom picked it up, released it in the stream. I glance at him. He doesn't look awkward, gawky anymore. I wish I hadn't thrown away his roses.
"What is it?" Tom asks.
I smile. "Nothing… I just thought I saw something."
"Oh…"
We walk along holding hands. A sudden good feeling grips me and I think that it will make me burst. I squeeze Tom's hand tighter. My feeling for him is strong. I'm sure he doesn't have the least idea of what has happened to me. He just walks along next to me, as if looking for more animals along the road.
We get back in the car. I lean over and kiss him hungrily, drinking in the wetness of his tongue, his lips. I draw his hand to my breasts. I unbutton my blouse so he can reach inside. The touch of his fingers on my skin is exciting. In a minute my blouse and bra are off. He kisses my nipples, sucks them. I am worried about his teeth and have to caution him.
"Yes… I'll be careful," he says.
I grope for his prick and find it full and erect against his trousers. I unzip him and take his hot cock in my hand.
I pump it. I explore its shape. I trace my fingertip around the flaring edge of the head. I find the hard cord that stretches up the underside of it. I slide my hand down to the heavy warm thickness of the base. I squeeze it, reach down still farther and stroke his balls.
"You're forgetting about me," I say. "I want to be rubbed, too."
He murmurs something, begins to caress my breasts again.
"… not there," I say. "Here…" I take his hand, draw it to me. His fingers move up under my panties. He doesn't seem to know about a woman's clitoris so I guide his hand to it and pull his finger down against it. "… there, rub me there… oh yes… I'll keep rubbing you, too."
I rub his stomach, the tangled mat of hair above his cock and reach up under his shirt to feel the muscles of his chest. I stroke his. cock again. His hips begin to stir. He thrusts himself up into the tight groove I've made with my hand.
"Let's do it now…?" I say."… fuck."
He puts me down right away, gets on top of me. All of his muscles are tight, rigid.
"Not here," I say. "There's more room in back."
He nods. "Okay…"
I slide away from him and open the door to get around into the back. I step out. The hot sun bathes my naked breasts and stomach. The breeze blows delightfully against me. I stand there looking about. The place we are in enchants me. The narrow untraveled road stretches flat and sandy until it disappears in a curve a few hundred feet ahead of us. The low branches of the trees droop almost to the edge of the road. Butterflies flit about. I am enthralled by it all – it seems almost as if I am in some fairyland.
"Why don't we stay out here," I suggest. "It's so nice in the sun. You can hear the wind…"
Tom is standing next to me now, lightly fondling one of my breasts. "Where will we go?" he asks.
"Why not stay right here on the road. The sand is soft and warm. I haven't seen a car for miles. I don't think anyone will come." I turn to him, put my arms around his neck and crush my body to his. I pull his shirt all the way up to his armpits so that I can press my bare breasts against his chest. His cock is still out of his pants and I tug up on my skirt so that it can rub against me.
"Maybe we should at least go around in front of the car," I say laughing. "… just in case someone drives by and we don't see them coming. That would be awful, wouldn't it? – getting run over on the road while we were fucking." The whole idea strikes me very funny and I keep laughing as I pull him around in front of the hood of the car. I feel giddy, full of life, happy in the wind and under the sun with him. I see the reflection of my half-naked body in the shiny chrome of the bumper. My face and breasts look flattened and oblong.
I unbuckle his belt and peel down his trousers and shorts. His cock pokes against my belly. We pull off my panties..I step out of my skirt. We strip the rest of the way and start to fuck standing up. The hot sand burns my feet and I almost dance on the road as he keeps jamming his prick up into me. I cum after only a few shallow thrusts. I feel his sweat mix with mine.
We get down on the road. in front of the car. It burns my back and thighs terribly at first but I love fucking with him in the open, under the sun. My cunt is hot and bursting. The cream gathers inside, thickens and rolls down over my thighs.
We drive back to the main highway. I try to look for signs that will help me remember the turn. I keep thinking that someday I will want to come back to this place. We head north back toward the city. I have the feeling that everything is falling back away from me and I pull Tom's hand to my thigh. I drive faster. The trip seems to take forever as we pass through the small nameless towns. It gets dark. Finally we see the lights of the city brightening the sky ahead. I feel strangely tired. The place where we stopped on the sand road seems a long way, a long time back.
Next week, Tom spends every night with me. We go for long rides in my car, eat supper together at drive-ins. One night he takes me to a movie. Another evening we walk up and down Canal Street, window shopping and going into some of the stores that are still open. He buys me an inexpensive but pretty bracelet with a dozen silver roses hanging from it as charms.
"There, you won't be allergic to those," he says.
I laugh and put on the bracelet and give him a kiss. We walk on down the street. I can hear the charms on the bracelet jangling.
It is a hot night and when we get back to the room I take a bath to freshen up. Tom sits on the edge of the tub and watches me. When I finish washing, he pats me dry with the towel. We go back into the bedroom. I feel cool, refreshed, eager for his touch. I make drinks. I don't put on a robe. I walk about naked with his eyes feasting on me delightfully. We drink our drinks and smoke cigarettes. We talk about my bracelet. I sit in a chair with my legs drawn up so that he can see my pussy. He stares at me.
"Why don't you get undressed too," I say.
He gets out of his clothes. His prick is rigid and handsome. I reach out and stroke it. I rub his balls. He stands there in front of me.
"Have you been with many women like this?" I ask.
"Enough…"
"Not very many I bet." I keep fondling his cock.
"Why do you say that?"
"I don't know… you're so young and all."
He flushes. "Not that young. Shit…"
"How old are you?"
"Twenty… almost twenty."
"Nineteen? Really?"
"Why do you say it that way?"
"No reason. Nothing." I let go of him and sit back in my chair. I smile. "I still think I'm the first woman you've ever really gone to bed with."
"There've been others."
"Tell me about them…"
"Why?"
"I don't know… I'm just curious. What about the first one, where did it happen with her?"
"… where?"
"Mmm hmm. I mean was it at a beach… or up in a barn… or out riding somewhere in a car?… you know."
"On a davenport in the back of her father's store."
"… oh."
"What difference does that make anyway?"
"It doesn't I guess." I reach out and touch his cock again. It rises. "Do you like it as much with me as you did with her?"
He nods.
"More?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to fuck me now?"
"Uh huh."
I can feel his prick throbbing in my hand. He rocks on his legs. He is trembling. "I'll eat you first," I say. I lean forward and take his cock between my lips.
I lick the stickiness from the tip and start to suck him.
His cock feels good filling my mouth. I put my arms around him and grip the smooth hard cheeks of his ass.
I suck him deeper.
It excites me to feel his whole body quivering.
He thrusts himself toward me. I feel his cum spurt against my tongue and the roof of my mouth.
I take it all, swallow it. My mouth my throat my stomach is now full of his warm scum.
I draw his prick out of my mouth and press kisses all along its length. I lick the last of his cum from the tip.
I lie back on the chair so that he can eat me. I am sleek with wetness. He has never kissed my cunt before and I am eager for the touch of his lips, his tongue. I feel his mouth against the puff of hair on my mound. He buries his face in deep against me. I can feel the shape of his mouth, his nose, his chin, his tongue.
I grasp his arms, slide my hands over his tight muscled biceps, grip them. He eats me and I cum…
At the last moment, I hear him say it that he loves me. The words sound as if they come from a great distance. They destroy it. I know that it is all a lie. We are only a cock and a cunt wallowing in the wetness of our own cum. I am a bitch and he is almost twenty. He is only an illusion of an illusion. But I am real. I am a slut, a whore, a cunt. I have a dream of myself I see myself somewhere on a puffy cloud. But my wings have been cut and I cannot get to it. It is a lie. I hear his faint words echo…
"Let me up," I say. "I want to get my cigarettes."
The feeling of being alone closes in.