Her hands sought to imitate his eyes as he digested every inch of her sculptured form. They went to her quivering lips and then down to her full blown breasts with their nippled sentinels riding proudly atop their domed crest. Her eyes glowed as the passion that was welling up in him became more and more obvious. Her finger tips coyly pressed down on her nipples and then pulling them away, watched her flat stomach and gently rounded belly all worked at arousing every erotic nerve in his body.
Seductively swaying, as if in tune to an unheard song, her hands flowed up and down her undulating curves as if they were her own personal lovers. Soft, urgent growls escaped from her hungry lips.
CHAPTER ONE
Ash cans don't rattle in middle-class housing tracts; it just isn't done. The dog, hungrily sniffing for its breakfast found that out when, using its snoot, it lifted and tossed aside the trash can lid. Instead of crashing to the sidewalk which would have guaranteed an angry reaction from the sleeping neighborhood, it merely thumped to the ground and bounced until it eventually came to rest before the relaxed paws of an on-looking tomcat. The feline, not anxious to work any harder than necessary, had hidden himself in the nearby bushes while the dog did its work for him.
The cat's best laid plans suddenly went awry when a human hand, accompanied by an angry growl, shooed the dog away and replaced the lid on the can. The cat glared at the intruder. Why couldn't he mind his own business, and why up so late? Doesn't he know it's after midnight? His anger was replaced with respect when he recognized the owner of the feet. It was Nick Saunders, and as busy as he was servicing the neighborhood cats, Nick was even busier. And he was married!
His attention was drawn back to the trash can. The dog, assured all was well, returned to the business at hand, opening the trash. The cat purred contentedly to himself as he observed how wonderful life was, especially when there were dogs to find the next meal.
The house lay still and Nick, guided by the threads of light seeping through the windows, quickly made his way up the slightly-curving stairs.
Reaching his bedroom, he opened the door and entered. The large room, graced on one side by a picture window, lay still in the milky softness of the moonlight. The enormous canopied bed with its sleeping figure almost lost within its vast expanse warmed Nick. The sleeping figure was his wife, Serena, and no matter how many other women he dallied with, and no matter how passionate they were, the sight of her always aroused his wildest sexual desires. With her sensuous mouth, proud upturned breasts, sloping hips and, moist, ripe vagina, Serena was to all men who came under her spell the ultimate in womanhood. Drawn to her as if in a spell, he sat down on the bed and treated his fingers to the silky softness of her skin. He bent over and kissed her on the lips. Its softness made him want to linger there until the moon gave birth to the sun. Unable to control his desires any longer, he slipped his hand under the blanket and onto the sloping rise of her breasts. His fingers tingled as the electricity generated by her, even in repose, ran through his body. The fragrance of her perfume wedded itself to the sex drops that began to appear on the tip of his rapidly-rising tool. Disturbed by his touching, her eyes fluttered open.
"What time is it?" she asked sleepily.
"After twelve."
He brushed the blankets aside and stared longingly at her naked form.
"Do you have to now?" she asked in disgust.
He ignored her as the sight of her naked body glowing in the moonlight was tearing holes in his insides. They had been married eight years and still, the sight of her round, firm body aroused him beyond belief. He had to have her and he couldn't care less whether she wanted him or not.
"Undress me."
"It's late," she protested. "Couldn't we..."
"Undress me." He wasn't asking, he was telling.
Knowing better than to refuse him, she docilely climbed out of bed and positioned herself on her knees between his trembling legs. The sight of this glorious tribute to womanhood filled his small mind with a sense of raw power. She was his to do with as he saw fit. What more could any man ask for, he thought to himself? Nothing, was his answer.
Locking her teeth on the tip of his fly zipper, she pulled down. The swelling that lay buried under the pant's heavy fabric now showed its true size. The thin cotton underpants were barely able to contain his throbbing shaft. She licked her lips in anticipation, for no matter how much she despised the man, she was passionately in love with his magnificently-shaped cock. With teeth glistening in the moonlight she placed her lips against the fly of his shorts and parted the slits with the tip of her tongue. His cock, Herculean in size and gasping for air, almost stabbed her as it sprung free from beneath the fabric.
Drawn by its size and luster, Serena fondled his instrument as if it were a precious gem. The weight of his hand against the back of her head aroused her even more. She was a woman that loved to be taken against her will. She let the tip of her tongue caress the roundness of his cock's head and then, guided by his soft moans, started licking the underside of his pulsating shaft. She wrapped her hands around his burning tube and with deliberate strokes, sucked his cock in and out of her mouth. She felt her body tremble with excitement as the feel of his cock drilled its passionate message through her. She closed her eyes and let herself be transported to sexual never-never land. His cock was to her what drugs were to addicts, habit-forming. Nick, weakened by her hot, juicy mouth fell back on the bed. Serena, wanting to feel his tongue on hers, snaked her sweaty breasts and then her stomach up and over his prone body. She crawled over him inch by inch so that every part of her nakedness could feel the torrid firmness of his heaving anatomy. She shivered as she felt his magnificent cock etch itself across her squirming body.
Nick, intoxicated by the sweet scent of her sex, dug his fingers into her creamy thighs and spreading her shapely legs, buried his face in her hot moist cavity. His hungry tongue, driven mad by his insane craving for her and reeling under the electric shocks of her cock sucking, struck out at her quivering clit. Serena, up to now, lost in the glories of Nick's cock, gave a start as she felt him invade her cunt with his flickering, searching tongue. Sucking his cock took on greater meaning as she felt his tongue fucking and licking her torrid volcano. Her toes buried themselves into the bed as Nick's appendage lathered the sensitive walls of her vagina. In a feeble attempt to ignore the maddening thrills of his tonguing, she increased the tempo of her own sucking.
They lay there, one on top of the other, frantically sucking and licking each other faster and faster as they lifted themselves higher and higher up the Alps of sexual delights.
Nick, beyond control and completely enslaved by his sexual drive, threw Serena on her back and straddling her tossing body, shoved the head of his burning cock against the damp mat of her cunt hair. He lifted her grinding ass up and with a cry of animal passion, rammed his monumental ripping shaft deep inside her churning body.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she lay there, thrashing wildly on the bed while Nick, with an insane glaze in his eyes, pummeled his giant blazing stick against the delicate tissues of her womanhood.
Her convulsing hands tore at the sheets, at her flying mane and at her-wildly-bouncing breasts as she felt his rampaging organ violently raping her torrid vagina.
Enslaved by the searing sensations of his fucking, she pulled him down on top of her, and locking her glistening legs around his driving ass, tied her body to his. Every muscle, every sinew in her flaming body tensed tighter and tighter until, with a convulsive heave, her passions exploded inside of her. The white hot liquid poured through her love cave and onto the pink length of his driving piston. Nick, feeling her hot cum on his cock and her nails tearing ridges in his back, buried his tongue in her mouth and started fucking in her mouth as well as in her cunt. In an instant his love sacs burst open and his river of love poured into her cunt. They lay there, locked to each other as their love juices blended into one hot creamy flow of passion.
A few moments later, exhausted by their lovemaking, they fell asleep in each other's arms. And they were still bound together as Nick hadn't removed his cock.
The moon, a determined visitor in the erotic atmosphere of the Saunder's bedroom fought hard with the dawn to maintain its visitation rights as it anticipated an early morning encore to the monumental sex romp that had taken place a few hours earlier. The dawn, drawn by the lingering odor of lovemaking was not to be denied. It shone brighter and brighter until the moon was an ember to its blaze. The moon had the last laugh though. Nick, awakened by the dawn's intrusive light, took a couple of deep breaths, threw the blankets aside and after washing his face, quickly dressed, picked up his gym clothes and left the room, the moon still visible.
The alarm clock clanged out its unwelcome good mornings and Serena, not one for the early hours of the day, reluctantly slipped out of bed and headed for the door. The cool air sifting in from the hallway reminded her to cover her nakedness. She slipped a robe over her shoulders and went downstairs to perform her duty as a proper parent.
Motherhood, with all its nuances escaped her, but a head bent over a cold, chalk-brown cup of coffee had a language all its own. And Serena, an intimate of the unwelcome spirit looked at her son and saw a fellow member. Her eyes softened as she loved him very much, much too much she thought at times.
"Good morning." she said softly.
Her stepson mumbled a quick "good morning" and reburied his nose in the cool recesses of the coffee cup.
"Can I get you anything? Eggs, cereal ... A fresh cup of coffee?"
He sat straighter in the curved booth. "No, that's okay. Thanks." His eyes lingered on her shapely body which was barely concealed by her robe.
She took the cup from his hand. "Here, let me get you a fresh one." She picked up two clean cups, filled them and joined Edward in the booth. He slid over to make room for her.
They quietly sipped their coffee, each one waiting for the other to say something. Serena couldn't hold back any longer and since subtlety wasn't her way, she came right to the point.
"What's wrong? You look like death warmed over."
He averted her probing eyes. "Nothing."
She brushed the cup aside and gently resting the tips of her fingers on his cheeks, forced him to look at her. The look of desire that shot between them wasn't lost on Serena. She quickly withdrew her hand.
"Something's wrong," she insisted. "You've been like this ever since school started. Are you having trouble with your classes?" He shook his head 'no.' "Somebody giving you a bad time?" He remained silent. Spying the way his eyes kept coming back to her breasts, she asked softly, "Girls?" An almost imperceptible twitch of his mouth told her she hit pay dirt. "Anyone in particular?"
"No!" he snapped back. "I just feel quiet, that's all."
"For three months?"
He looked at his watch. "I have to go." He tried to slide out of the booth. Serena, intent on knowing what was bothering him, refused to budge. The anguish traced in his face told her, she was his problem and the swelling in his tight pants confirmed her deduction. Filled with emotion, she pressed his face to her bosom. Edward reacted as if he had just touched a high tension wire. He clung to her warm sweet body and pressed his face deep between the trembling mounds that he had spent so many lonely nights longing for. He wanted to stay there forever. Deluding herself into thinking it was her maternal instinct and not her desire for him, she cooed soft encouragements to him while absently rubbing his back.
He pulled his face from between her domes and stared into her molten eyes. The message that bridged the gap between them warned that soon, if they weren't careful, they would wind up in bed together and not for warmth cither. Serena, squirming from the fire his burning eyes were lighting in her, gently pushed him away and slid out of the booth. The rapid rise and fall of her breasts made a liar out of the studied calm on her face. She wanted him so badly, she would have raped him right there on the spot if it weren't for the strong guilts that tore at her conscience.
"Get out of here," she ordered brusquely, "before you're late for school."
Sharing both her desire and her sense of guilt, he quickly left the room. Free from his spell, she slumped back in the booth and clutched at the coffee cup as if holding it would drain her of the desire she felt for him. It didn't. Knowing she needed more than that, she headed upstairs to the bathroom.
Reaching the bathroom, she dismissed all thoughts of Edward and his problem. This was her sanctuary. A place where she could escape from the unhappiness of her marriage.
Standing in front of the full length mirror she admired her body as her robe slipped down over her curves and onto the floor. Serena, proud as she was of her sexual prowess, was even vainer about her carefully-nurtured body. Her mouth parted slightly as she devoured every inch of her mirrored image. Her black mane, cascading over her shoulders and framing her smoldering eyes, came to rest at the upper most slope of her sculptured breasts. Her fingers teased her nipples until awakened by their touch, they shot up like rockets leaving a silo. Placing her hands on the curve of her waist she slowly turned her body until she was silhouetted in the mirror. Imitating a photograph she had seen once, she raised herself on her toes and with one hand on the rise of her buttocks, thrust her pelvis forward. Her body looked like two mountain peaks, curving out over a creamy white meadow that ends at the patch of forest capping her pelvic area. She lazily trailed her tapered fingers over and under her upturned breasts, across the downy rise of her stomach and onto the forest that warmed her womanhood. She smiled in pleasure as the heat of her hand teased her clit button. Reminding herself that's what she was there to avoid, straightened up, and sat down on the floor in front of the mirror and commenced to do her daily exercises.
The walls groaned with desire as they watched her do her sit-ups. Even her knees which were well acquainted with the rest of her delightful anatomy, trembled with joy each time her firm mounds grazed their caps as she bent forward to touch her toes.
To top off her morning exercises, she ran a full minute in place. She had the spring of a young deer and when she increased the speed of her running, her breasts bounced wildly up and down as if waving goodbye to a very dear friend.
Completing her workout, she stepped into the shower and turned on the cold water. Her taut breasts with their nippled guardians, a moment ago fatigued by her exertions, under the ice cold water's influence, sprang back to life. She lathered every part of her vibrant torso, especially the area that cradle her womanhood. That she gave special attention to. Soaping her silky down until it looked like it had been in a snow storm, she cupped both her hands under her crotch and let the rising waters wash away the lather. The stinging sensation of the soap along with the chill of the water aroused her even more. She laid down in the tub, and positioning herself under the frigid rain storm, spread her legs wide. She shivered with excitement as she felt the icy needles tear their way through her vaginal lips and into her hot cavity. Thrilled by the painful sensations, she spread her legs wider and wider until she almost split herself in half. Delirious with ecstasy, she began playing with her breasts. The intensity of the thrills attacking her senses tore at the gates to her passion's fluid until suddenly, they exploded into a massive orgasm. Serena bucked and shuddered as she felt the hot liquid violently clash with the cold water. She frantically shook her head back and forth as orgasmic climax after climax wracked her body. Her body jerked and shuddered a while longer and then settled down. Weak from her climaxes and gasping for breath, she reached up and turned off the shower. The swirling water reluctantly left her body as it was no longer required. Still clinging to the sides of the tub, she lay there, recovering from her exertions. A smile joined the red of her face as she felt the last of her love's explosion leave her tired but satiated body.
Powdered and scented, Serena returned to the bedroom and Edward's problem. Picking up the telephone, she dialed Nick's office.
"Hello," answered a cheerful voice.
"Nick? It's Serena."
He made no attempt to hide his disappointment. He thought it was a girlfriend or someone important. "What do you want?"
"You're so romantic," she bitterly retorted. "I'm calling about your son. Okay?"
"He in trouble" he asked in a matter-of-fact voice.
"In a way." She loved to torment him. "He knocked somebody up."
"What do you think?"
He was getting angry. He didn't like talking to her any more than she did to him. "Forget the bullshit games and tell me what's wrong."
"I think he's afraid of girls."
"You're crazy. It doesn't make sense."
"Oh really? Then how come he stays home every night. And how come he's never been seen with a girl? Uhhh? How come?
Nick was stunned into silence. Serena, holding the telephone to her ear, had to stifle her laugh as she imagined the agonies her errant husband must be going through. His voice was subdued. "I'll talk to him after dinner tonight." He hung up. Serena paused for a moment and reflected the fact she used Edward's problems to get back at Nick. Another leaf of guilt was added to her conscience. She thought to herself that someday when she and Edward finally were able to mate, she would make it all up to him in the only way she knew how ... in the bed.
Dinner that evening was a painful experience for the trio as togetherness wasn't a part of Nick's vocabulary. He was too busy with business or women to be bothered with the social niceties of having dinner at home with the family. That's what Sundays were for. The amber light from the imitation crystal chandelier did little to ease the tension that filled the formal dining room.
Edward, unaccustomed as he was to seeing Nick at the dinner table and sensing he was the reason for his being there, nervously played with his food. Nick sat opposite him, his dinner untouched. The thought that his son was afraid of women tore at the very foundations of his supreme ego. Finally, unable to wait any longer, he reached across the table and shoved the food aside. "You can eat later."
"That's all right," he mumbled in self-defense. "I wasn't hungry anyway."
"Serena tells me you're afraid of girls? That right?"
Edward's eyes flew to Serena's shocked face. She winced under his pained stare.
"Nick," she protested, "I didn't say he was afraid. I said I thought maybe you should have a talk with him, man to man. That's all." She looked at Edward. He avoided her look. He was a man betrayed.
"Look. Do you have a problem with girls or don't you?"
Edward pushed his chair back as if to leave. Nick's hand shot up. "Forget it." The boy slumped back in the chair. Nick rested both elbows on the table and stared at him. "Well? I'm waiting." Edward, looking every inch the victim, made Serena rue the moment she picked up the telephone to relay the young man's problem to his father. She, until this moment had never fully realized the depth of his insensitivity. She always thought it was just her. It wasn't. He was just a grade-A shit, period! Deciding to make amends for her terrible error in judgment, she stood up and placed herself alongside Edward's chair.
"If you want to go, take off. He won't mind."
Nick shot to his feet. "like hell I won't. Get your ass back in that chair."
Serena, intent on righting the wrong she had perpetrated, persisted. She moved around the table until she was face to face with Nick. Her words were slow and deliberate.
"Fuck you."
Another error in judgment.
The blood drained from the man's face. His pig eyes raked her body with hate. His hand shot up from the table and tore into her stomach and refused to leave until she bent over in pain. Edward, torn between love and fear, stood transfixed as he watched the eternal man-woman love-hate scene played out. "Get out of here."
Without a backward glance, the boy retreated from the room. Serena, almost on her knees, stubbornly clung to the edge of the table for support. Nick locking his fingers in her disheveled hair, yanked her head back until it was stopped by her spine. Her eyes, the only alive thing on her ashen face, burned in defiance. He wanted to smash her again, but didn't want to give her the satisfaction. He glared down at her as if she were a piece of filth that had attached itself to his fingers. "Don't you ever say that to me again." He threw her aside as if she were a dirty rag and stormed out of the room. She lay there, balled up in pain, trying to regain her stolen breath. She tried to cry, but the effort was too painful.
Her muscles contracted in fear when the silence of the house was broken by the sound of footsteps coming toward her. She closed her eyes in the forlorn hope that if it was Nick, he would leave her be when he saw that she was still wrinkled in pain from his last blow.
A soft breeze struggling to cool her burning face told her it must be a friend. Opening her eyes, she saw it was Edward.
"I'm sorry." He placed a damp cloth on her brow. "Are you all right?"
"I guess." She looked at him. "Are you?" He nodded his head. She rested her hand on his arm. His hand came to rest atop hers.
They sat there, the unloved, trying to comfort each other. Serena, her stomach having returned to the living, sat up.
"Now will you tell me what's bothering you? Or do I have to get punched again before you'll open up your mouth?"
Accepting her as a kindred spirit and needing someone to talk to, he let loose the secret fears that had been haunting him all these months.
"All the guys at school heard about Nick and..."
She cut him off. "Heard what?"
"You know."
"If I did, I wouldn't ask."
"That every woman in town is hot after his body and that he'd fuck anything that walked, talked or crawled and that..."
She knew what he was saying was true, but to hear it out loud, in her own home, from her own stepson? She reacted as if each word was a slap in her face.
"And what does that make me?"
It took him a second to realize the shell she wore as protection had quite a few holes in it. He meekly tendered his apology.
"I didn't mean to hurt you Serena. I didn't think you cared one way or the other."
She tried to gulp the color back into her drawn face. It wasn't easy. "You were saying?"
Embarrassed, he couldn't continue. She took over. "You said your father has a very active sex life and not all of it at home. Right."
"Yes."
"And what's that got to do with you?" she asked icily.
"Everything," he blurted, "Because they all expect me to be just like him. And I'm not!"
"How do you know? Have you tried?"
He laughed bitterly. "Of course. I'm human."
"And..."
"The last time I came in my pants just from playing with her boobs. And the time before that, I dry humped a girl and when she wanted to screw, I couldn't. I had already blown my wad just rubbing against her. You want to hear more?" he asked shame-faced.
Feeling sorry for him, she took him in her arms. He pulled away from her. "I'm not a baby."
"Nobody said you were." She thought for a moment. "Is it possible it's medical."
"No. It's fear. Plain and simple fear."
"Who told you that?"
"I learned it in Sex Education. I have what's called premature ejaculation and it's caused by fear. I cum early because I'm afraid that I won't be able to live up to my father's reputation. That cocksucker," he spit out angrily.
"Easy. He's still your father."
"Some father."
"Have you told him about this?"
"Arc you kidding? The last time I asked him about sex, he laughed and said to take my problems to you."
She was surprised. "Me?"
His anger left his voice. "He said you'd be able to straighten me out." He looked to sec if it was true.
"Ohhh..." was all she was able to say. For the past six years of their marriage had been a tacit arrangement in which she took care of
Edward's needs, maintained a proper middle-class home and serviced Nick whenever the mood struck him. In exchange, she had his name, access to charge accounts and a modicum of security. Coming from nothing as she did and not wanting to return, she accepted her lot with stoic resignation. The insults, the occasional beatings and his perpetual philandering didn't bother her too much, but, for him to tell his son, she'd fix him up sexually ... Now that was something else.
"When did he tell you that?" Fear crinkled his eyes. "Edward, I'm not going to say anything, but I want to know."
"A couple of times."
"Was he serious?"
"Yes."
"And what did you say."
"Nothing."
"Then what did you think?" she asked huskily.
"That I wish I was your husband instead of Nick."
Gratefully, she kissed him on the cheek. Thinking it was an invitation, his hand flew to her breast. Serena shivered from his hot touch. She removed his hand. She wanted him, but not yet. First she had to find a way of getting rid of her guilt feelings and the more Nick abused her and the more involved she got in Edward's problems, the easier it was getting.
"Let's take care of your problem first, okay?" He smiled wistfully at her. "Okay?"
"Okay..."
CHAPTER TWO
An invitation to Nora Marlow's held special meaning as she was the town's favorite topic of conversation. And when Edward bragged to his friends that he had been invited to her house, their eyes popped wide open with envy. And, if he had told them the reason he was going, they would have really creamed in their pants, for Nora Marlow was going to be the cure to his problem.
Nora Marlow was a fading beauty who constantly bemoaned the fact that she had been born a hundred years too late into a society where hospitality, charm, wit and sexual expertise with men of her choice were frowned upon as being immoral. To her, her life, sexual and otherwise was the reason for being. You'll be a virgin long enough when you're dead was her favorite cliche.
To insulate herself from what she felt was a harsh, uncouth, unsophisticated society, she cut herself off from the modern world by recreating the Victorian past on her large, rambling estate outside of town. Here only the old, except for her lovers of course, were welcome. It was also here, in an attempt to cling to her fading youth, that she had in her employ a covey of young, handsome men who served as escorts, companions, occasional lovers and general all around ego builders. And when she had need for more exotic, varied loving, she always called on her favorite, Jason
Waldron.
Jason was a forty ish man whose life consisted of only one thing, sex and more sex. It was in Jason that Serena, a childhood friend of Nora's, planned to solve Edward's problem.
The huge gates parted in welcome at the sound of Serena's car horn. She stepped on the gas and casually drove through the opened, wrought iron sentinels. Edward wasn't quite as blas' as his stepmother. This was his first meeting with Nora and all that he saw, the small herd of deer, the Arabian horses and the sweet innocence of the cattle grazing in the hazy sunlight impressed him tremendously. "
The driveway, rent in two by a fountain spewing delicate tendrils of water into the air, circled its ornate base and came to rest at the colonnaded front of the main house.
The house itself while small, represented the finest of the Victorian period. Nothing modern contaminated its preserved state. Not even the swimming pool in the rear of the house, framed as it was by the sloping green lawn. It had been designed to look like a miniature lake, replete with artificial swans.
Arriving at the end of their journey, Edward felt a tinge of fear flash through him. A smile from Serena shoved the ugly spectacle from his mind. As long as she was with him, he thought, he had nothing to worry about. They got out of the car and climbed the stairs leading to the entrance of the large house. A bright, white light emerged from behind the dark wooden doors. It was Nora, clad in a flowing white gown. The sunlight pecking through the diaphanous material outlined her magnificent figure. Edward, aroused by her thinly-disguised nudity, felt a swelling in his pants. He shoved his hands into his pockets in an effort to conceal his passion. A glint in Nora's alert eyes told him he was a second too late. That was the first thing she looked at in a man.
"Serena, how are you?"
"Great, until you opened the door."
"Keep it up kid. I love it."
Serena took Edward's hand and led him to Nora. "Nora, this is Edward." The pride in her voice was unmistakable.
"Hi." Her easy smile and warm manner erased whatever reservations he had had. To Edward, she was no longer the rich bitch on the hill, but a real chick.
"Come on in. It's drinking time." She put her arm around the pair and propelled them into the house.
Edward had little time to appreciate the archaic beauty of the building as Nora steered them through the house and out onto the veranda overlooking the rear of her property.
"Sit." She indicated several padded chairs under a canopied table. "Sunshine," she offered by way of explanation, "is for the young. Old broads like me who want to look young, have to sit in the shade to keep their wrinkles from showing." She gave out with a raucous laugh. "How old arc you Ed."
"Seventeen."
She laughed again. "He's almost old enough to be your boyfriend."
"I wish," Serena said half-kiddingly. Edward's head snapped around and stared at Serena. Nora seeing this, put her hand on his.
"Hey, I thought you came to see me?" His face flushed. "Want to swim or something? I have plenty of suits in the house." He looked at Serena.
"Go on. I'll be with you in a minute."
Nora pointed to a set of french doors. "Bill's in there. He'll fix you up."
"Thanks." He headed toward the doors. Nora leaned over the table and leered at Serena.
"How about you. Want to get fixed up? I have a new one. He's the absolute wildest. And only twenty." She stared at her. "Maybe we can make it a threesome?"
"You never give up, do you?"
Nora feigned a hurt expression. "Hey, what about before you married el bastardo? Uhh?"
"That was different."
"My ass it was. You're just getting old."
"Ha. Look who's talking."
"Want a drink?" Without bothering to wait for an answer, she lifted a tiny bell and shook it. Instantly a young man, clad in tight pants and shirt emerged from the house carrying a bucket of iced champagne and two glasses. He placed them on the table and without a look right or left, retired. Nora, ever the gracious hostess, poured out the wine and silently toasted her dear friend. Serena lifted her glass and sipped. As usual, it was the finest money could buy.
"As long as I live, I'll never get over you and your studs."
A brief shadow passed over the otherwise smiling face.
"Not studs, employees."
"Sorry."
Serena's remark put her on the defensive. She felt she must be getting old. "There's no law against hiring good-looking guys to brighten up the house. Besides, believe it or not, they're all working their way through college, and I'm doing my share by hiring them."
"You're full of shit." Serena said with a smile on her face.
"True, but it sounds good. How's Nick?"
Serena grimaced. "Same as the stock market." It was Nora's turn to make a face. Having taken care of their ritual digs, they sat back and enjoyed the casual easiness that comes from uncompetitive friendships. They sipped their wine and allowed the arcadian beauty of their setting lull them into a more tanquil state of mind. Even the sight of Edward, handsome and muscular in his brief bathing suit couldn't arouse their passions. At least, not until the bottle was empty. The women drank fast.
"That's a good-looking kid," observed Nora as she watched him frolic in the cooling waters of the imitation lake. He was like a young stallion freed from all restraints. Serena, relaxed by the setting and the wine, looked at her stepson through different eyes. She didn't want to, it was wrong, she knew that, but she couldn't help herself. From where she was sitting his glistening body reminded her of a Greek God. A faint hint of moisture formed between her legs. Nora, having no such pangs of guilt, made no secret of her desires.
"Serena, I want to fuck him." She said it as if she were talking about buying a piece of furniture.
"That's not why I brought him here. He's scared shitless of women."
The woman, eying the bulge in his trunks couldn't care less. The tip of her tongue raced across her half opened lips. "How about sixty nine? He up to that?"
"I wanted you to introduce him to Jason, not hump him. He's not ready for you yet."
"Bull. You mean he's for you and don't play pissy-eyed with me. How about if we both take him. You on top and me down below. How does that sound?" Her eyes burned in eager anticipation.
"All I want is for you to introduce him to Jason. Nothing else."
The cunning that resides in all women sprung to the surface. "How about my asking him? If he says yes, great. If not, I'll leave him alone." Her eyes glowed with lust.
Serena, knowing there was no stopping once she set her mind to it, and curious to sec what would happen, nodded in agreement.
"Ed, come on up here. I want to talk to you."
Serena got up to leave. "I'll wait inside."
"Hell you will. It's more fun this way."
Edward ran up to the table and sat down between the two women. Nora immediately slid her chair alongside his. She took the towel from him.
"Here, let me dry you off."
"That's okay. I can do it myself."
A subtle tug-o-war broke out between the two as he tried to reclaim the towel. Finally, manners prevailed and he was forced to relinquish the towel. Nora, softly billing and cooing to her self, hovered over him as she seductively dried his body. The rapid rising in his bathing suit brought a smile to her face.
Serena, watching from the sidelines, tried to detach herself from the proceedings, but she couldn't. Nora was doing what she had always dreamed about doing herself. Her only consolation was that Nora's ministrations might help him to solve his terrible ego-destroying problem. Unable to endure seeing her dream acted out by someone other than herself, she started counting the clouds as they drifted across the azure sky. As for Edward, Nora was getting through to him.
"It's all right, honey. Serena told me about your problem. I'd like to help."
The feel of her hand drifting across the surface of his trembling thigh almost drove his spine right through the iron lacework of the chair. "How?" he gasped.
She smiled sweetly. "Confidence. Confidence in yourself, in your ability to make a girl happy. That's all it is, confidence."
He looked at Serena. "She's right." Serena said in a strained voice. "That's what makes Nick so great. He believes, without a single shred of doubt, that he is the absolute greatest."
"Is he?"
"Nora!"
The woman returned her attention to Edward. "She's telling it true. I have a friend that puts Nick to shame, and after a while, I'll introduce him to you. He'll pick up where I leave off, how's that?"
Edward, fully aroused and violently squirming under her touch, at that moment would have said yes to a gun in the head. Nora oozed closer to Edward until he was almost smothered by her pendulous breasts. She touched the button holding her dress together and it immediately sprung open. Her breasts thrust themselves in his face.
"Kiss them honey," she cooed. "They need loving." She pressed her vibrating mounds against his flushed face. "Go on honey," she urgently whispered. "Suck them. Suck my beautiful tits." Edward's lips slowly parted and sucked in her nipple. The sensation of her nipple hitting his tongue sent shock waves flashing throughout his body. Nora, thrilled by taking the young boy's body in front of his mother, pressed her hot box against his chest. Her nipple's burning a hole in his mouth while her soft breasts crushed themselves against his perspiring face and her furry cunt grinding against his stomach was too much for him. He locked his arms around her rotating waist and pressed as hard as he could. He tried to crush her to his body until they were joined as one. He frantically sucked on her breasts while his hands tore at her hot cunt. Soon he was sucking and finger-fucking at the same time.
Serena, sitting on the sidelines and seeing Nora getting what she had been dreaming about couldn't stand it another minute. She threw her legs apart and began rubbing her torrid cunt. The more frantic the pair got, the harder she rubbed. She brought herself to the threshold of a climax but couldn't get herself across it. She needed his tongue, his cock, even his finger would have done at that instant. She jumped out of the chair and tore at the writhing couple. She was a wild animal that wanted her share of the meat. She ripped Nora from Edward's death grip and tried to take her place. She lifted her skirt over her waist and thrust her white hot cunt in his face. All guilt, all fears, all taboos were blown to the four winds. She locked her hands around his head and pulled. He tried to resist. She was his mother.
It didn't last long. The pungent odor of her love juices mixed with the smell of his own sex was too much. He let out a growl and buried his face in her bush. His tongue eagerly sought out her vagina and finding it, lubricated their tender walls with his flickering tongue. He closed his eyes as the taste of her body sent him soaring. A clawing at his stomach pulled his eyes downward. It was Nora and she was trying to pull his trunks off. Without letting up on his mother, he stood up so she could strip him naked. Cupping Serena's writhing ass checks in his hands, he lifted her up to the table and with her thrashing legs bouncing off his shoulders, he continued to eat her delicious cunt.
A flash of fire, a current of electricity almost stopped his heart from beating. It was Nora wildly sucking him off. He drove his searing cock in and out of her sucking mouth while fucking his mother's churning box with his long appendange. The table shuddered and groaned under the animal fury of their loving. Serena whimpered her ecstasy as Edward, propelled by her passions and his burning desires for her, tried to eat up every inch of her cavity. The impassioned trio continued to devour each other until, suddenly, Edward exploded in Nora's mouth. A choked cry escaped from her as she tried to keep from drowning in his tidal wave of cum. Her tongue danced on the tip of his spurting cock as it poured forth its stream of love. Edward had never felt so many conflicting sensations in all his life. He almost screamed for mercy as he felt her tongue drilling her insatiable desire through his super-sensitive cock head. He hung onto Serena's heaving breasts as if they were the only things between himself and sanity.
Soon, unable to continue, he laid between Serena's pumping body and weakly clung to her, while Nora unable to part with his cock, continued to suck on it, even though it was only a wrinkled memory of what had just been.
The countryside which had been stunned into silence by their lovemaking, sighed in relief when the trio finally disentangled themselves.
The madness that their passions invited, left them as mother and son stared in shame at each other.
Nora beamed as she licked the last of his cum off her lips. "Man, you've got nothing to worry about. There's nothing wrong with you."
It was as if she hadn't said a word. Edward tried to touch Serena, but couldn't. "I'm sorry," he stammered, "I shouldn't have."
"It wasn't your fault. Nobody forced me."
They were like two children who had been caught with their fingers in the cookie jar.
"Bullshit! You're not his mother and he's not your son. And even if he was, so what? Incest has been with us a helluva long time, so why worry about it now." She pushed the two together. "Now kiss and can the crap." Reluctantly they touched their lips together. It felt good. Serena, now free of all guilt feelings, gave vent to her true feelings by wrapping her lips around his and burying her tongue deep within his mouth. The rocket's rise of his tool bore witness to the flight of his own feelings of guilt. They melted in each other's arms and freely loved one another.
Without bothering to hide her nudity, Nora rang the bell. Instantly a young man appeared with a bucket of iced champagne and three glasses. He placed the tray on the table and retired from the veranda. Nora filled the glasses and offered them to Serena and Edward. She held up her glass in a toast.
"It may never happen again, so drink hearty and remember it well."
The double-entendre stopped Edward's glass in mid-air. Serena on the other hand drank the glass dry. He set the glass down.
"if you'll excuse me..." Serena's concern followed him as he entered the house. "Was I wrong?"
Serena looked at her friend and after a long pause, answered. "No."
The remainder of the day was spent with the trio roaming the grounds, shooting a few games of pool which Nora won hands down and generally keeping busy in an effort to make Edward's lot easier. Soon, blessed with the resiliency of youth, he was back to his old self. The day, exhausted by their industrious pursuits of pleasure, beckoned for the night to take over. The shadows, golden in hue, created avenues for the cool breezes that announced the close of the day. Nora escorted the pair to their car. She hugged Edward warmly.
"Give me ten minutes warning and I'm yours," she kidded. "Only leave the old lady home cause I want all of you next time, not just half." She buried him in a bear hug.
"How about now?"
Nora erupted with a hearty belly laugh. "You're something else. Sorry, I only play during the day."
Edward's smile belied the flush of insecurity that washed away the sense of confidence their erotic interlude had instilled in him. Serena, sensing this, turned her guns on Nora.
"You're so full of it." She looked at Edward. "She's so decrepit she has to have twelve hours sleep just to get her brain working. And if she wants the rest to get started..." Her voice trailed off.
"Oh yeah?" A warning look from Serena clued her in. She paraded her well-rounded figure in front of Edward. "Does that look like an old bag's body?" She grabbed his hand and pressed it hard against her breast. "Tell me. Does it?"
"Nope."
"Breast job," hooted Serena.
"Up yours. What are you doing tomorrow, Ed. Jason'll be here and I thought the two of you could meet. After I get mine of course."
"Nothing, I guess."
"Good. Only don't bring saggy boobs with you. Okay?"
His confidence restored, he smiled broadly. "Okay."
"Then goodnight."
Serena and Edward chorused their farewells and drove off into the half darkness. Nora sighed and returned to the house. A pair of muscular arms extended themselves from behind the door and trapped her breasts in their tight grip.
"Jason, you son-of-a-bitch, where the hell have you been?"
The hands spun her around and pressed her body up against his extended eight inch erection. "Honing my tool." She wrapped her hand around it and led him back into the house.
"Don't talk about it baby," she laughed.
Show mc."
The doors swung shut to the musical lilt of er laughter.
At exactly twelve o'clock the next day, Edward was stationed in front of Nora's door. He tugged at the delicate iron chain that served as a door bell. The door opened and a slightly built, pleasant faced man stepped out into the sunshine.
"Yes?"
"I'm Edward Saunders. Nora is expecting me."
"Hi. I'm Jason."
They shook hands and then headed into the house. The building seemed different. It had a gloom, almost musty feeling about it. Nora wasn't home.
"Where's Nora?"
"She had to take off for a few hours. She asked me to entertain you while she was gone. Want a coke?"
"Sure."
"Good. Let's go out back. It's nicer out there."
They stepped out onto the veranda and sat down at the same table that the previous day had served as his altar of love. Jason fished two iced bottles of coke out of a nearby portable ice box and handed him one. With the assurance born of wealth or emotional security, Jason, rather than play the Emily Post type host, contented himself with serving the refreshing liquid and letting time take care of everything else. Edward was grateful for the man's silence as it gave him a chance to adjust to meeting a new person. Something tha always took him a while.
The surrounding landscape, basking the cool mid-day sun, lay peaceful and serene. It wasn't long before Edward's heart, racing mile a minute from his anxieties, slowed down to a more sedate pace. He studied Jason out of the corner of his eye. The man, although slight in build, looked as solid as a slab of marble. He exuded raw animal strength and his benign features did little to conceal the alert sparkling eyes that constantly seemed to be laughing about something. Jason, in toto, seemed a man complete.
"Want to talk?" If nothing else, Jason didn't believe in mincing words.
He hesitated. How do you confess your failings as a man to someone you just met? But then again, that's what he was there for. "Yes."
"Nora told me about your problem, you cum too fast. So what? Just keep humping away and soon it will get hard again. Shit, with a little practice, you should be able to fuck till the cows come home."
"That's great, but what happens when you cum in your pants? How the hell do you get it hard then?" The anguish in his words softened Jason's attitude.
"Fuck man. Please yourself first and then worry about the girl. And believe me, if you have more than five hard inches, you're a man. Just stop worrying and you'll be fine."
"What's that got to do with coming?"
"Everything. If you're out to satisfy yourself, then the pressure's off, cause there is no pressure. Stop trying to live up to somebody else's reputation, because he's not you and you're not him." He paused to catch his breath. "Did it ever occur to you that you're not the only one? Man I hate to tell you this, but that problem's older than time." All the while Jason was lecturing, his mind and heart were really on the verdant beauty of their surroundings. "Let's walk for a little while. It's too nice a day to waste it here." They left the gloom of the shaded veranda for the bright warmth of the sun. Edward fell in step with Jason.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Edward smiled back at him. He laughed to himself. One minute sex, the next, the beauties of nature. They walked for a bit enjoying the purity of the untarnished countryside.
"Anyway, first, how to keep from coming too soon." He stopped and without warning, abruptly spun Edward around so that they were face to face. "Ever had to take a leak and couldn't?"
"Sure."
"What did you do?"
"I held it in until I could find a place."
"And if you couldn't?"
"I don't know. I never had that problem."
"Exactly! And keeping from having a climax works the same way."
"It doesn't," wailed Edward. "I've tried and once it starts, I can't stop it."
Jason, the eternal optimist, stood nose to nose with Edward. "How much do you want to bet, five, ten ... twenty?"
He hesitated. "Well. . . I..."
Jason cut him off. "I'll bet you my ten to your one that not only can I teach you how to control having a climax, but also how to become the best lay in town." He stuck out his hand. "Bet?"
"Why?" He couldn't understand his driving need to help him. "I know my mother's a friend of Nora's and all that, but..."
"I don't like your father and anytime I can do anything to fuck him, I will. And from what I heard from Serena, that's exactly what I would be doing if I turned you into a better cocksman than him. All right?" The hate in his voice warned Edward not to pursue the subject. He felt a pang of loyalty for his father, but the need to become his own man, to live with his own identity was much stronger. He chose to ignore the remark. "Bet." They shook on it.
"Good. We'll start first thing tomorrow." He threw his arm around Edward's shoulder and they continued on their nature stroll.
The first part of his sexual education was designed to build up his confidence in himself. He' did this by walking around in the nude whenever possible. Serena came along whenever possible as wanting Edward for herself, she was afraid if she left him alone with Nora, she would lose him forever. The next part of his education was to start visiting nudist camps. The first few times he had a rough time keeping his cock under control, but soon, the sight of naked women didn't particularly excite him, unless of course, the woman happened to be Serena. All she had to do was brush her nakedness against him and he was ready to screw, right there on the spot. Jason, seeing his carefully laid out program threatened by their mutual desire for each other was forced to take her in tow.
"You want to fuck him, fine. But wait until I'm finished. Okay?"
"Why?"
"What happens if you get him so hot he can't control himself and he cums in his pants? He's finished for good. Wait a little while longer, until I'm through with him. Then you can fuck each other's brains out with my blessings Uhhh?"
Serena, knowing he was right, agreed to curb her appetite for Edward.
Edward's confidence in himself grew with the passage of time. Jason now confined the rest of his education to the indoors. He introduced Edward to a couple of horny women he knew and let the boy have his fun with them. They spent most of their time turning each other on with dirty stories and when the women got too hot, they fucked each other with Edward watching. Even with hardly any contact, there were still times when he felt the early tinges of a climax building up inside of him. He immediately turned his thoughts to that of Nick. That always brought his cock right back down to size.
Nick during this time was completely unaware of what was happening. He assumed Edward's staying out late at night had something to do with the 'talk' they had. As to Serena, he couldn't care less. He had his ass and that's all he was interested in.
The next phase of Edward's enlightenment was learning how to control his climax. This was the most crucial part of his training for if things didn't go exactly right, the damage could be irreparable. Jason started him out on an old whore whose vagina, having lost its elasticity, could easily take his cock without exciting it too much. Even here, Edward, because of his pressing fear, felt himself on the verge of coming. The strain on his face alerted Jason.
"Pull it out and wait. She's not going anywhere." He did as he was told and soon, the feeling was gone. "Now stick it in again and keep fucking. Every time you feel it coming, pull your cock out and take a couple of deep breaths." It took time, but soon Edward was able to conquer his fear. The acid test came when Jason lined him up with a sweet young thing.
He took her to the drive-in movies and it wasn't too long before they started making their own kind of movie. They climbed into the back seat where there was more room and less chance of being seen. The sweet innocence of the girl's face gave little hint to the passions that churned in her hot budding body. Edward's prick, swollen to its full blazing length, fought against his pants as it struggled to get between her shapely, tanned legs. She sat herself in the corner of the back seat and locked her legs around his ass. While they licked and kissed each other's flushed, red hot faces, Edward's ass instinctively ground his cock up against the moist silk of her panties.
Soon, aflame with the need to fuck, he began dry humping her in seriousness. The girl, her head pressed against the back of the seat with her eyes squeezed shut, gritted her teeth as she felt the weight of his organ indenting her boiling box. A warning tinge raced from his love sacs to his memory cells. The old fear gnawed at him. He stopped and started gulping for air. The girl, misreading his hungry gasps slipped to the floor of the car and released his imprisoned rod. The sight of his glistening pink tool was all the encouragement she needed. Fondling it as if it were an old friend, she then buried his torrid tool in her mouth. He tensed up as he felt her gumming his joint right up to his pubic hair. Her sucking felt like a water pump draining a swimming pool. Soon, she was sucking his cock and balls at the same time. He. watched as her red mane bobbed up and down, faster and faster, as lost in the ecstasy of her lathering, she tried to suck every inch of his wet appendage. He soon began trembling and shaking. Her tongue was attacking the bastion of his liquid passions and turned on even more by his trembling, she wrapped her serpentine tongue around the girth of his cock and began using it as if it were her vagina. Edward almost bit his lip in half as he felt her passion flash its burning message through his churning body.
Her head furiously raced up and down as she wanted to fuck his appendage more and more. Then, his trembling stopped, his heart stopped, and then with a cry of ecstasy, his flood gates burst open and the Ganges of his love, freed from its prison, raced through his flaming cock and into her waiting mouth. The girl almost gagging from the flood tide of cum, licked and licked until he had no more to give. Finished with his flaccid shaft, she tucked it back in his pants and returned to her seat. She put his arm around her shoulders and comfortable, returned to watching the movie.
Jason, when told about his adventure, complimented him. "You son-of-a-gun. You did it. You dry humped a chick and didn't cum. Good for you."
"But I didn't screw her. And I shot my wad when she blew me, even though I didn't want to."
"Don't think about that. Think about the fact that you dry humped her and didn't cum." He playfully shook him. "One thing at a time." Pleased that his tutor was pleased, he let loose with a Cheshire cat grin.
The last part of his training was the best for it involved turning women on. Jason once again set him up with several women, only this time, Edward's reaction wasn't what he expected.
"Jason," he complained. "Those women are old enough to be my grandmother. They're old enough to be your grandmother."
Jason's face twitched as unwittingly Edward was slinging mud on a very sensitive area, Jason's women. "They're good enough, so don't worry about it."
Edward, unaware of the ice under his feet, gave a derisive snort. "For you maybe, but not for me." His cockiness was blinding his good judgment. He leered at Jason. "How about turning me loose with some of your private stock. Uhhh? I won't let you down."
Jason's eyes went dead. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" he exploded. "The Aga Khan? Be thankful they'll even let you near i them. They don't need you. They've bought and sold better men than you'll ever be." j Jason rocked back and forth on his heels as he tried to regain his composure.
Edward stared at him. He had been put I down and his code demanded he save face, even if it meant destroying all he had worked for. "Better than you?"
Jason's face went dead again. "Class is over." He pushed Edward out of his way and headed for the door. The boy instantly lunged at him and picked up a shot in the face for his troubles. He landed on his ass with a bloody nose. The sight of blood cooled Jason's anger. He reached down and helped the subdued lad to his feet.
"Grow up boy and learn where it's at. Do you know anyone that has this kind of deal? I don't. Shit, if you ever told anyone about the last few months, they'd never believe you." He angrily thumped his chest. "I wouldn't believe it."
"Then why bother if it's so unbelievable?" he asked petulantly.
"You have a bad mouth. Because, smart ass, Serena's a friend of ours and we saw a way of killing two birds with one stone."
"Two?"
Jason stared at the boy for a moment and then decided it was time he learned the hard facts of life. He made himself comfortable.
"Years ago the three of us, Nora, Serena and I came to town looking for a better life. I went to work in a gym until I found out there was more money in servicing frustrated old ladies. Nora met a millionaire and pretty soon was living with him. Serena was much younger than we were, so we sort of took turns taking care of her. Then she met Nick. He was something else in those days, peaches and cream. Do you know that when they first started dating he was still married to your mother."
"No."
"Well, he was. Anyway, they dated and pretty soon she became one of the better swingers in town, only with Nick though. We didn't mind it too much, because who were we to talk. Then, when he really had her hooked, he turned her out."
"Uhhh?"
"He turned her into a prostitute. I didn't hear about it until a few months later. And when I did, I almost killed the bastard and I would have, except Serena stopped me. The dumb bitch, she loved him. Nora tried talking to her, but it didn't do any good. Love, at least with Serena, is really blind." He let loose a long sigh. "Finally, I did the only thing I could, I finked on them. It was a bloody mess. His wife divorced him and he almost got put away.
"Did Serena know that you turned him in."
"Are you kidding? She would have killed mc."
"What happened then?"
"With Serena's help and our money, which he didn't know about, he pulled himself together and turned legitimate. A year or so later, they got married and we sort of drifted apart.
"But why do you still hate him? I thought you said he went straight."
"like a worm! You live in that hours. You know what he's like."
"Why don't she divorce him?"
"Where would she go? She has to have a man to love. She couldn't live without one." He looked at Edward apologetically. "Look, I'm sorry I hit you, but you had it coming. And do me a favor, don't tell Serena I told you. I don't think she'd like it."
"I won't."
"Friends?"
"Yes."
"Then let's go back to work."
Jason had three favorite clients, all in their late forties who were only too happy to volunteer their services. Jason showed him how to properly massage their bodies, how to use a vibrator where it would do the most good and how to gently lift them from one erotic plateau to the next. He was a master at lifting tired, lonely, sexually-frustrated women. He was like a conductor who used his talents to create a symphony of passion within their bodies. Soon, Edward was able to go out on his own.
Graduation Day came and with it his present, a night with Nora. Serena wasn't too happy about his accepting but, since she had promised, she reluctantly wished him well.
The moon was full and well on its way across the sky when Edward tugged at the wrought iron chain.
The doors parted slowly as if solemnizing the momentous occasion. Nora, her body clad in a gossamer gown, floated out to greet him.
Their fingers touched and the sexual ecstasy that was to be theirs sparkled its presence.
All that followed was as if in a dream. The stroll through the moonlight, the champagne by the lake, the walk up to her bedroom and the passionate fulfillment that they found in each other's arms. No longer was he a daytime toy, a plaything. He was a man!
Returning home, he headed directly for the breakfast room and Serena. She was seated at the table, trying hard to disguise the intense feelings that simmered beneath her stolid facade. He threw his jacket on the chair and without a bye-your-leave, sat down on the edge of the booth and playfully shoved her ass deeper into the padded half circle. His cockiness didn't sit too well with her.
"The word's excuse me."
He grinned at her. "Excuse me." His delivery made a mockery of what he said.
She slid away from him. Putting the cup down, she stared at him. "You should be very proud of yourself. Laying Nora and becoming like your father, all in one night. Quite an achievement. What do you do for an encore, fuck a duck?"
He couldn't understand her attitude. "What did I do?" he wailed. "You set me up with Jason and Nora. And you're the one who told me to get straightened out. And ... you're the one who spread her legs on the table. Remember?"
Her clinched fist smashed into his face. "Don't ever say that to me, never!" The intensity of her words tore at his fragile ego. "Fucking Nora is like fucking a rug, anybody can do it. If you ever tried to make love to a real woman, you'd fall flat on your egoistical ass and I'd make book on it."
She loved her stepson and knew it was jealousy that was making her say what she did, but she couldn't help herself. She felt rejected. Her eyes softened as she watched his manhood, castrated by her words, crumple before her eyes. Unable to counter her attack, he eased himself out of the booth and left the room. Serena, caught in a whirlpool of emotions, smashed the coffee cup against the table. "It's not fair," she sobbed. "It's not fair." The room silently watched as she took refuge in the tears her unhappiness brought to her face.
CHAPTER THREE
Nature, oblivious to the pleas of all, decreed summer's passing and fall's arrival by fashioning a new wardrobe for her lofty sentinels, the trees. The sun, reluctant to leave the happy faces below it, gamefully struggled to penetrate the somber gray sky. The birds, more in tune to nature's wishes, bid farewell to their stubborn celestial friend and headed south, all the while knowing it wouldn't be too far behind. The chimneys that laced the skyline with their obscene columns were once again sending their clouds of burnt nature wafting up to the heavens.
All in all, the elements decreed that another page in the eternal cycle was enjoyed and now it was time to go on to the next.
The atmosphere of the Saunders household matched the weather, cold and stark. The schism between Serena and Edward had evolved into a formal friendship. They were polite and proper toward each other, but that was it. In the private recesses of their thoughts, each hoped the other would make the first move, but pride kept that from happening. Nick oblivious to what was happening, blithely went about his own business.
In a concerted effort to rid himself of his all encompassing love for Serena, Edward devoted most of his time to screwing everything in sight. It didn't seem to do much good. True, he reached the point where he could go as long as he wanted to without coming, but it didn't mean anything. He still felt alone and empty. He needed Serena and the love that only she could give him. Fortunately for him, it was the football season and the energy he expended on the practice field went a long way toward relieving the emptiness and frustration he felt inside.
Serena, for her part, tried to occupy her mind as much as possible and to preserve her sanity, made it a point never to go into Edward's room. To be alone in that room, with his body odor still heavy in the air would have driven her mad.
The high school stadium, a bowl planted in the red earth, seethed with life. The vivid bursts of color, representing the younger element clashed violently with the somber browns and blacks of the older folk. The color scheme accurately reflected the moods of Serena and Nick, who were there to watch Edward play. It was the crucial game of the season, as the winner would represent the state in the regional playoffs. Nick, upset he had to be there, made no secret of his discontent.
He took a swig from the flask he had concealed in his coat.
Serena looked at him in disgust. "Must you? It's only one o'clock."
"Fuck off."
The loud blare of the high school band cheated the people seated around them out of a free show. The announcer proceeded to tell the disinterested crowd about the importance of football in a young man's life, and how proud they should all be that such things still exist. He grandly announced the opening of the game and turned the proceedings over to the luscious young cheerleaders that nervously hopped from foot to foot as they impatiently waited for their turn in the limelight.
The opposing teams, brilliant in their colorful uniforms and goosed up by their coachs' pep talks, ran out onto the field and into they hoped, the pages of victory. The cheerleaders, clad in their skin-tight outfits leaped up and down in the air in an effort to stimulate the fans into rooting their team to victory. The sight of the young girls, leaping high, with their shapely legs spread wide apart, did more than that. It stimulated many a man to play with his date or with himself under the sea of blankets that struggled to keep their owners' bodies warm.
The two teams lined up on either end of the field while their captains flipped to see who would kick off. Nick's attention span increased when he discovered not only was his son the captain of the team but was also their star quarterback. Maybe there was something to fatherhood, he thought. At least during the football season.
The game seesawed back and forth the first three quarters with both teams fighting desperately to keep the other from scoring. The battle ebbed and flowed until the last ten minutes. Then, Edward, through a brilliantly-executed play, suckered the opposition and ran forty yards for a touchdown. One half of the stadium went wild while the other sank into oblivion. Nick beamed with pride and couldn't stop telling the girl seated next to him, what a great kid he had. Serena, numbed by the cold, huddled beneath the blanket and quietly smiled. It was with the pride born of love rather than ego. The shrill sounds of the stadium ignored her ears as her mind drifted back to that wonderful summer day when he had lifted her to paradise while drinking deep of her love juices. Sadness filled her when she realized the distance they had traveled since then. She watched Nick pitching the girl. He was an animal, she thought to herself. An animal that had destroyed the only gift she had to give, r love and devotion. In her mind he was thing more than a cash register than fucked. With only two minutes left in the game, ward, carrying the ball, was unmercifully shed by half the opposing team. A groan se from the stands when they saw the team tor rush out to the field. Their hero was down and out. While the partisans bemoaned the tragedy of it all, the visitors roared their approval. That'll teach him to score against their team.
Edward, to an explosive crescendo of cheers and applause was helped off the field. The announcer calmed Serena's fears. It was nothing more serious than a badly twisted ankle. Nick was also glad to hear the news, but for a different reason. Now he wouldn't have to rush to his injured son's side, which would have been a shame as the girl he was hustling was really primed for his loving. It turned out that they'd met before. Serena threw off the blanket and waited for Nick to join her. It took a moment to realize he had no intention of doing that.
"Don't bother," she said dryly. "I'll go down by myself and find out how he is."
"Yeah, you do that."
She scooped up her belongings and was about to leave, when the hate she felt for him boiled to the surface.
"You animal. You shouldn't even be allowed on the streets. That's your son that got hurt, not mine." The people within earshot, sat up expectantly in their seats. Nick, his brain blurred by his drinking, looked up at her and smirked.
"Then get a divorce." He grinned at the girl next to him, "Don't worry honey, she couldn't hold a candle to you." He turned back to Serena. "Could you?" He roared with laughter as he saw the shame crawl across her face.
Serena, once again the loser, quickly climbed the stairs in an effort to escape the pitying looks of the women around her. She looked back down at her errant husband. He was still laughing. Concern for Edward kept her from going back and spitting in his ugly face. She quickly descended the concrete steps and made her way through the cavernous tunnel to the team's locker room. The guard stationed in front of the slightly opened door stopped her.
"Sorry. No visitors allowed."
"I'm Edward Saunder's mother."
The guard was adamant. "Sorry."
She pecked through the door and spied Edward seated on a rubbing table having Ins ankle bandaged. Seeing her, first surprise and then the faint glimmer of a smile moved across his face.
She called out to him. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks."
Before she could say another word, a wave of hysterically happy fans swept her up in a tidal wave of victory. The wave crested in front of Edward and lifted him off the table and onto the shoulders of his jubilant teammates.
"See you at home?" she yelled. He couldn't hear her. She mouthed the word 'home.' A smile loved his face as he nodded his understanding. Serena, overjoyed that they had finally communicated as friends, let the buffeting sea of happiness ebb out of the room. The empty concrete room held no loneliness for her as his smile still lingered in her mind's eyes.
Edward's bedroom, thanks to his victory touchdown and to his injury, took on the appearance of a florist shop. It was as if he had just been elected to public office. The three human figures, violating the bucolic splendor of the room were more like intruders than occupants.
The doctor completed his examination and stepped back so Serena and Nick could see he was still alive and well. Not much of a football fan, the doctor clicked his teeth in disgust at the sight of so many flowers. What a waste, he complained to himself.
"Is he all right?" asked Serena.
"Fine. A few more days off his feet and be as good as new."
Edward groaned. "A few days..."
"Better than months," chided the doctor. Serena looked at Edward. "He'll listen."
Nick nervously rocked back and forth. "Do you need me anymore."
"No."
He couldn't escape from the room fast enough. Serena, looking out the window, saw the reason why. The girl from the football game.
Bitterness crowded Edward's voice. "Asshole."
The doctor closed his bag, looked disapprovingly at Edward and with a nod to Serena, left the room. She laughed.
"I don't think he approved of your calling Nick an ass-hole."
"Do you?"
"In private."
A pregnant silence filled the room. They had something to say, but didn't know how to say it. Serena, the stronger of the two, swallowed her pride and took the lead. She started straightening the bed. Edward, barely able to keep from touching her, stuffed his hands beneath the blankets.
"That was a great play you made today. You must be awfully proud."
"I am. Thanks."
Silence.
Running out of bed to straighten, she started readjusting the flowers. Still silence. She tried again. "Comfortable."
"Yes."
"Need anything."
"No."
"Your ankle all right? I mean it doesn't hurt or anything?"
"Nope, everything is fine." He hated himself for not helping her, but he couldn't seem to force his thoughts into words. He avoided her eyes by playing with an imaginary piece of lint.
Angered by what she thought was his lack of concern for her feelings, she sucked in her pride and asked, "Do you want me to leave?"
Unable to answer, he continued playing with the lint. She spun on her heels and with a sob, ran out of the room. The young man, knowing full well he had hurt her, could only beat his hands against the bed in frustration. He was too young to have learned the words, "I'm sorry."
In the days that followed, Serena tended to his every need with a minimal amount of dialogue. The rest of the time she kept strictly to herself. Their house had become a house of strangers.
Night was the most difficult time for Serena. When she and Edward were at sword's point, she was able to control her sexual desires and by dreaming of the day they would make up and once again be friendly lovers. Now, that there seemed to be little or no chance of that ever happening, all the loneliness, the desires and the needs within her love-starved body grew to gigantic proportions. She needed a man, a very special man. She needed Edward.
The room that had borne witness to countless nights of heated passion lay cold in the moonlight. Serena, pale and lusterless lay atop the bed as if in death. On closer examination, she was dead. At least that part of her that had brought fire to the otherwise bleak room was dead. Her mind's eye, seeking to relieve her from the torment and emptiness that clung to her like an unwelcome tax collector, tried to transport herself back to happier days. Its brief journey always ended on that eventful day, when Edward, her beloved Edward, partook of her body. Her listless fingers tried to imitate his loving lips on her vagina, but couldn't.
The house lay still as only memories of days gone past prowled its darkened shell. Serena, restlessly tossing on her bed, dreamed only of Edward. And in Edward's room, the lingering scent of the flowers kept taking him back to Serena and the fragrance of her body. Unable to sleep, he lay there cursing the stupidity that kept them apart.
The sounds of the night accentuated by the late hour, entertained Edward as he lay awake pondering the imponderables. Suddenly, a new sound was added. The sound of a woman crying. It was Serena. He sprang out of bed and dashed over to her room.
She lay there lost in her own tears. The love of the ages welled up inside of him as he softly made his way to her side. He whispered her name. It fell like a kiss on her face. Was it a dream, she thought? She heard her name again. Looking around, she spied the beat of her love's heart, Edward. With a cry of joy she hungrily pulled him into her arms. She cradled him and sang her joy to the stars. They lay there, locked in each other's embrace, until the peace that finally found its way into her heart, bid her to rest. She fell asleep in his arms. He laid her back on the bed and tenderly kissing her, left her to sleep the sleep of innocence.
The decay of the flowers that offended his senses earlier now became sleeping princesses who needed only a man's kiss to rouse them. Slipping into bed, he bid them goodnight and wished them well.
The great thing about sleeping between "sta-press" sheets is that when you give free rein to your early morning hard-on, it doesn't leave any tell-tale wrinkles.
Edward, awaking with a smile to match the glow of the sunlight streaming into his bedroom, nestled his erection between the folds of the sheets and pretended it was Serena, began masturbating. Sliding heavily back and forth, always with her image in his mind, it wasn't too long before he allowed himself to have a climax. He loved the feeling of the hot creamy liquid lubricating his stomach.
Completing his morning ritual, he snuggled deeper under the soft blankets and pretending the pillow between his legs, went back to sleep. The sleep he expected, didn't come.
Someone else was in the room. Rolling over on his side, he opened his eyes. Serena was sitting opposite, watching his every move while fingering her moist cunt. Seeing he was awake, she knelt down next to him and without a word, reached under the blanket. He gave a start when he felt her warp her hot hand around his limp dick. She bent over and kissed him.
"Good morning love. Sleep well?" Not waiting for an answer, she returned her attention to his lower extremity.
Lifting the blanket, she brushed her lips against his still moist stomach and then licked it clean.
He lay there, desperately trying to brush aside the cobweb of emotions that kept him from expressing his feelings to her. Serena, drinking in the love that was in his eyes, heard all she had to hear. He was hers and she was his. Wanting their first union to be one of perfection, she rose to her feet, extended her heart to him and then softly padded out of the room, knowing full well he wouldn't be too far behind. He wasn't. Springing out of bed he cleansed his body and skipped to her bedroom.
Opening the door to her bedroom he stepped into the cathedral silence of the room. There, at the end of the room, kneeling on the bed and crowned by the sunlight streaming through the window, was Serena. She was a Goddess, meant to be worshipped and adored.
Her body, nude save the black mane that clung to the rises of her taut breasts, was framed by the sun's glow so that the outline of her voluptuous body glowed as if charged with electricity.
Reaching the edge of the bed, he slipped out of his robe and joined her. The sweetness of their love, the serenity of the joy they found together and the fulfillment of their desires, all joined forces to sweep aside the bitterness that preceded them.
The pair, oblivious to all save their love, tenderly embraced. Entwined in each other's arms, the sun paled before the glory of their romance. He tried to lay her on the bed. Wanting to relive every dream she had about this moment, she stopped him.
"Please love ... not yet. Let me come to you."
Not wanting to deny her her dream, he got up off the bed and stepped back. She sat up on the bed and as have women for centuries past, played out her role as the seductress.
Her hands sought to imitate his eyes as he digested every inch of her sculptured form. They went to her quivering lips and then down to her full blown breasts with their nippled sentinels riding proudly atop their domed crest. Her eyes glowed as the passion that was welling up in him became more and more obvious. Her finger tips coyly pressed down on her nipples and then pulling them away, watched as they sprang back to life. She turned her body sideways. Her breasts, her flat stomach and gently rounded belly all worked at arousing every erotic nerve in his body.
Seductively swaying, as if in tune to an unheard song, her hands flowed up and down her undulating curves as if they were her own personal lovers. Soft, urgent growls escaped from her hungry lips. Edward, overwhelmed by the sight of so much femininity, felt drops of moisture crowd the head of his yearning tool. Serena oozed off the bed and met him halfway. She took his hands in hers and while looking deep in his eyes, tantalizingly loved each finger as if it were his penis. Melting her body into his, she began nipping at his neck, his ear lobes and his mouth. Bringing his face closer to hers, she let her mouth slowly drift against his. Triggered by her hot seductive lips, he rammed his tongue inside her mouth and assaulted it as if his tongue was a penis on the rampage. Serena gasped for air as his convulsing, raping tongue gave her no chance to breath. He was a bull in heat. She pinned his thrashing arms to the bed and straddled his excited body.
"Relax love, relax," she whispered urgently. He wanted to, but the feel of her dripping bush against the tip of his boiling cock made it impossible. He tried to squirm loose from her grip, but she was too strong for him. She began licking at his flushed face and heaving chest. Her long, languid strokes were more than any man could take. He squirmed and turned and bucked as he tried to escape from the maddening sensations of her fiery tongue.
"Ssssh..." she sighed into his ear. "Sssh. Relax love. We have the rest of our lives."
With her breasts dangling above his face, she bridged her body over his and slowly let herself down on top of him. The feel of her hot sweaty body on top of his, with his torrid cock trapped between her thighs and her breasts denting his chest brought a series of groans from his clinched lips. He gritted his teeth and balled up his fists as he tried to hang on to his sanity. He tried to kiss her, to bite her, but the riot of bursting sensations that were attacking his senses were too much. He felt like a man stretched out on a bed of nails.
Encompassing his body with hers she began slowly sliding her supple frame up and down the length of his churning torso. She locked her mouth around his while grinding her ass around and around his trapped tool. Lifted to heights beyond his wildest dreams, he frantically tried to shove his flaming cock inside her.
"No darling, let me fuck you."
She straddled his writhing body and taking a hold of his glistening instrument of love, placed it between her moist love lips and using the mattress for support, started taking slow deliberate strokes as she snaked his organ in and out of her vagina. Another fire broke out inside of him when he felt her vaginal muscles flexing and relaxing in time to his cock strokes.
The feel of his cock was so great in her, that she closed her eyes and softly moaned as she manipulated it inside of her body. Her ass slowly churned around and around his spear as she wanted every part of her hot box to feel its thrilling length.
Edward, unable to control himself and needing something to hang on to, lifted his head up and wrapped his trembling lips around one of her glorious nipples. The soft skin of her nipple coupled with her writhing, rotating cunt, did it.
"I'm going to cum," he wailed to the skies. "I'm going to cum..."
This excited her even more and she began riding his cock as if it were a bucking bronco. From where he lay, her breasts, wildly bounding up and down, looked as if they were two balloons caught in a hurricane.
As she fucked harder and harder, his dripping cock looked like a piston gone mad. In a moment, his back arched up and his rod exploded. Serena instantly switched positions and rammed its spewing head into her mouth. She drank all of the creamy hot liquid she could, and when he had no more to give, locked her mouth to his and let loose some cum that she'd been saving. Their tongues did battle with each other as his climax ebbed and flowed between their locked mouths.
Their teeth scraped against each other as Serena, on the verge of erupting, tensed every muscle in her body. Her nails raked across his heaving chest as the passions within her, burst free from their confines. Whimpers of ecstasy escaped from her trembling lips as she felt her body rock time and time again with the volcanic impact of her orgasms. She dug her nails into Edward's arm and hung on for dear life.
Then the eruptions ended.
Still turned on though, she laid herself on top of Edward and lazily slid her body back and forth over his wet body until she was able to calm down.
Back to normal, she looked at him and smiled. "Hi."
"Hi." He kissed her on the nose. "Happy?"
She pressed her body against his and draped her leg over his thigh so that she could feel the warmth of his leg against her moist womanhood.
"Yes." She kissed her finger tip and rested it on the head of his sleeping giant. "Yes love, very happy." She snuggled closer. Feeling every inch the man, he put his arm around her and relaxed. It wasn't too long before they drifted off to sleep.
Sleep, to be properly enjoyed, must be done with eyes closed. Serena knew this, but the impact of what they had done and commitment born out of that union weighed heavily on her mind. Happily, she thought to herself, she didn't have the guilt thing to go along with it. Giving in to her racing thoughts, she gently slipped from his embrace and sat on the edge of the bed. Glancing over her shoulder, she admired the serenity of his features. How nice it must be to be young, she mused to herself. She let out a sigh. At least through him, she could still pretend to be young and that was almost as good.
Sitting there, she gathered together the facts of their situation and came to an obvious conclusion. In some ways, they were worse off than before, for, having tasted the sweet nectar of Ambrosia, they were hooked and their particular kind of addiction was the' fatal attraction they felt for each other. And how do you hide something like that from a man like Nick, whose whole life was dedicated to secret affairs? She rested her chin on her knee and stared at the floor. The textured carpet stared back. It wished it could help, but knew it couldn't. It had been stepped on for too many years.
A masculine stomach crying for food temporarily solved her problem. Edward was awake and hungry. She pecked him on the check and ran downstairs to prepare him his breakfast. Edward, in the meanwhile, luxuriating in his newly found self image, felt every inch the man. Even more so than Nick. Nick? A pain raced from his groin to his head. Nick? He was his father. He was Serena's husband ... and he had made love to her ... in his bed! The bed turned to stone and the room to ice. He escaped to his room where he tried to hide his shame and fear. Throwing himself on the bed, he cursed his memory. Why did he have to think about Nick? His heart skipped another beat. He tried to justify this tryst with the fact that he loved her, she loved him and since she wasn't really his mother and since Nick devoted himself to betraying his marriage vows, what allegiance did he really owe him? None, he decided. It eased his conscience for a moment. An insistent rapping on the door brought him out of his troubled thoughts and back into reality. It was Serena and she wanted in.
"Just a second, I'm not dressed." The words hadn't even reached the door when the foolishness of what he said struck him. Nonetheless, he put on a pair of pants before opening the door. The sight of him wearing pants erased the smile from her face.
"Breakfast is ready."
"I'll be right down." She hesitated, expecting him to make a lie out of the pants. He stood stock still waiting for her to leave. She looked at him for a moment longer and then returned to the kitchen. A few minutes later he joined her.
"Want to cat in here or in the breakfast room?" she asked as she filled the heavy ceramic plates with food.
"It doesn't make any difference," he mumbled shyly.
"O.K." she said in a forced cheerful voice. "Let's eat in here. It's more intimate." She watched his face for a reaction. He avoided her by busying himself with getting the utensils. She tried to figure out his strange behavior and decided to chalk it up to young love's first encounter with the possibility of a sustained relationship. She pulled up a couple of chairs over the chopping block and indicated for him to sit down.
"Thanks." He moved his chair away from Serena's. Avoiding her puzzled look, he started gulping his food down.
Serena knew. "Slow down. I'm not going to bite you." His fork paused for a moment. She continued talking in a matter-of-fact voice. "I'll make it easy for you. We made love and now you figure you have an old bag hanging around your neck, right? Well forget it. You're off the hook." She got up and emptied her untouched breakfast in the trash. He came up behind her and hesitantly put his arms around her waist. She wanted to tell him to fuck off, but couldn't. His arms told her he was still very much a frightened boy.
"Serena, it's not you. It's Nick."
Relief relaxed her tense body. "Nick? How's he going to know? I'm certainly not going to tell him." She bussed him on the check. "Are you?"
"I'm not talking about that."
"Then what?"
"He's my father," he moaned. "Since when?"
Unable to answer, he stood there, waiting for her to find the way for him. She led him back to the chopping block and sat him down. She pressed his head against her body.
"Look at it this way. Nick hasn't been my husband or your father since I don't know when. True?"
"But how can we keep seeing each other ... you know what I mean, with him around? He's bound to find out."
Smart boy, she told herself. She was wrong about him. He had brains and knew how to use them.
He eyed her for a moment and then building up his courage asked the $64 question. "You could divorce him..."
Serena let out a bitter laugh. "No way." She shook her head. "No way in the world." She started moving around the kitchen. "How could we live? Do you think that I could find a job that would pay enough to keep me in the style that Nick got me accustomed to? No! Would I be willing to give up all of this? No! The only other way would be to sue Nick for adultery, file for divorce and try to nail him for a hefty alimony." No sooner had she said it when something came popping into the back of her head. She became pensive.
"What's wrong with that?" asked Edward. "He plays around enough and everybody knows it. So why couldn't you?" She hesitated as the memory grew larger in her mind. "Why?" he insisted.
She nervously toyed with a plate on the sink. "Because I just remembered something and I can't. I just can't."
He started to say something but the expression on her face stopped him. Then he remembered Jason's story. Now he knew why. Nick may be messing around with other women, but since most judges arc men, that's no great sin. But to have been arrested as a prostitute ... that was something else again. He put his hand on hers. "You're right. I guess I've got a lot to learn."
She swallowed her tears and smiled at him. "Only in certain things, love." She patted his crotch. "In other ways, you're perfect. You could teach even me a few things."
He grinned. "Now?"
"Why not."
The chopping block, which in its time has held many a piece of meat, never thought it would live to see the day when it would hold live gyrating pieces of meat as it was now. It didn't complain. It liked the sensation too much.
CHAPTER FOUR
Andre buried himself deeper in the gloom of the carriage when the lamplighter, cursing the accident of birth that made him what he was, paused in front of the parked carriage to light the street lamp. The light flickered to life and the man, still grumbling, shuffled off into the cold gloom.
The man gone, he peered anxiously through the gathering night. Where was she? Was she coming? Did Clementine return to London sooner than expected? Andre's face became a map of anxieties as he nervously awaited Rebecca's arrival.
A dot of light appeared and as quickly, disappeared. He sighed with relief when he heard the hollow tattoo of her dainty feet rushing toward him. It was Rebecca. He quickly climbed out of the vehicle as he saw her fragile figure emerge from the swirling fog that was preparing for its nightly appearance. They hurriedly embraced and then climbed into the dark safety of the carriage.
Comfortably seated under the warm Scottish blanket, they gave freely of the love they felt for each other. Their joy was cut short when suddenly the carriage door flew open to reveal the leering ugliness of Clementine. Their worst fears were finally realized. Clementine knew.
The gun loomed larger and larger as..."
The words blurred to oblivion as Serena slammed the book shut and sent it sailing across the room. "Shit!" she exclaimed, more out of being forced to face a truth, than in anger.
"What's that all about?" asked Edward.
"Nothing. I just decided I didn't like the book any longer."
He crossed the living room and retrieved the book. The Tragedy of Rebecca. He looked at her. "I thought you couldn't wait to read this.
You've talked about it long enough."
"I changed my mind."
"Whatever." He put the book down and returned to his place by the fireplace.
Staring into the flames he thought to himself how great things had been for them these past few weeks. All that he had ever hoped for, was now a reality. like now. The two of them, her reading and him studying in front of the fireplace. It was great. Just like in a movie. He looked up at Serena. She was seated above him, staring thoughtfully into the fire. He smiled, as he automatically assumed she was thinking the same thing he was.
She wasn't. She was still thinking about the book as she very much identified with the tragic heroine. The clandestine meetings, the stolen moments and the near misses were all beginning to gnaw away at her nerves. She was on the verge of becoming a complete paranoiac and she didn't like it. Love was meant to be enjoyed, to be free and to be openly shared ... not hidden away in dark corners. Something had to be done and soon. Edward's hand teasing her knee brought her out of her reverie. His hand trailed deeper between her thighs as he playfully ogled her. She loved it when he got this way. It made her feel young all over. She closed her thighs, trapping his hand between them. He let out a feigned cry of pain which encouraged her to press even harder. He pulled and pulled and soon they were sprawled on top of each other in front of the fireplace.
The softness of the night, the warmth of the fire and the tenderness of their love brought them to the brink of foolishness. A click of the front door lock, quickly followed by the angry snap of the chain lock brought them quickly to their feet.
"What the hell's going on here?" roared Nick as he tried to force the door open. "Serena ... Open the fucking door."
She smoothed her hair and started toward the front door. "You can stop yelling. I'm coming."
She went to the door and unlatched the chain. He shoved his way past her and headed directly for the kitchen. In an instant, he was back with a claw hammer. He ripped the chain lock off the doorway and threw it out into the night. He glared at Serena and Edward who joined her.
"I don't know what's going on, but let me tell you something. I own this house, I pay the bills and the next time I get locked out of my own house, I'm going to break both your necks. Understand?"
"Why don't you yell a little louder. I don't think they heard you down the street."
"Well, maybe they'll hear this." He smashed his open palm across her face. Edward made a move toward him.
"You're kidding," he laughed incredulously as he poised for mock battle. Edward, thinking better of it, held his peace. Nick threw the hammer on the floor. "All right, since when do we chain doors in this house? Uhhh?"
"I thought you weren't coming home. So I put the chain on."
"What's that supposed to do? Keep the boogie man out?"
"I don't know," she shot back. "But it makes me feel better."
"That's what the kid's for, stupid."
Their faces secretly paled. What did he mean by that? Did he know something? Serena tried to read his face. A dirt road would have been easier.
"Is there anything to eat?"
"I guess." She was still thinking about his last statement.
He stood there with his hands on his hips. "Is there or isn't there?"
"Yessa massa Nick ... Yessa."
Things had returned to normal.
Later that night Serena lay awake pondering her situation. One thing was for sure, they couldn't live this way much longer. No one could. She had to find a way.
Fatigued by the overload, her brain rebelled. It was time for it to rest. Unable to think any longer, she closed her eyes and went to sleep. Now the memory banks, free to do their work, reached way back and sifting through her past, analyzed her problem and came up with the appropriate answer ... Nora!
It was perfect. They were old friends and who would suspect anything if she and Edward were to spend time at her place? Nobody that mattered. And, as long as Nick knew where to find her when he wanted her, he was happy. Yes, she decided, Nora's was perfect.
The next morning, as soon as Nick left for work, she called Nora. Her friend, wise in the ways of the world, stopped her from saying anything beyond "Hello and how are you?"
"Telephones are for listening, honey, not telling."
They made a date to meet for lunch. The restaurant Nora chose was the favorite meeting place for wives who had little to do, but lots to say. And the high backs of the booths guaranteed a maximum of privacy and the prices assured the management of a profit even if the women chose to spend the rest of their lives there, which some did.
Coming from the sunlit street into the busily chattering gloom as she did, it took her a few minutes to readjust to the tasteful darkness of the restaurant. The Maitre-de oozed up to her. Checking her out, he deduced she was there to talk, not to play.
"May I help you?"
"Mrs. Marlow's table, please."
The man's eyes lit up. Maybe she was there to play. The narrowing of her eyes told him to forget it.
"This way please."
He bowed and indicated for her to follow him. They snaked their way across the crowded room. In a few moments she was able to make out Nora, tucked away in a come, booth. Ensconced in the padded cavity and drinking her ever-present glass of champagne, she looked every inch the Grand Dame, which to judge by the Maitre-de's attitude, she was ... at least here. Spying Serena, she waved for her to sit down. "Over here, Serena."
Before Serena's rear hit the leather of the seat, Nora had poured her a glass of wine and asked eagerly, "Well? So tell me. What's your idea?"
"Can I have a cigarette first?"
"Come on how," she insisted. "You know how I love conspiracies. Smoke later."
Serena, not in the best of humor, ignored Nora, lit a cigarette and took a sip of the wine. Now she was ready to tell all. Nora frowned.
"Champagne and cigarettes?"
"Why not?"
Nora held up her hand and in an instant a waiter appeared.
"Yes Madame?"
"A bottle of domestic champagne, please." The waiter returned to the gloom. Serena looked at her.
"You love good wine, Serena. You don't rape it."
"Oh come off it Nora."
"Come off it, bull! I'm entitled to my opinion, especially since I'm paying for it."
The waiter returned with a bottle of wine and showed it to Nora. Serena jerked it out of his hand and studied the label.
"I'll have what the lady is drinking. And a separate check, please."
The waiter looked at Nora for confirmation. Serena, rankled by his deference to her, sat up.
"I said, I'll have the same."
The steel in her voice sent the man scurrying.
"Aren't you being a little silly about this whole thing?"
"Nora, one Nick in my life at a time. ... if you don't mind."
Sunglasses would have been a welcome addition to the table at this time as both women judiciously avoided each other's eyes. The waiter returned with the wine. Both watched as he set the ice bucket down on the stand. The man slowly rotated the bottle as he tried to figure a way out of this situation, if he showed the bottle to Serena first, then there went a goodly portion of his livelihood and, if he showed it to Nora first, there was a good chance he'd lose his head. Not being suicidal, he popped the bottle, poured a bit in both glasses and stood back. Their egos satisfied, they sipped the wine and smiled their approval. He set the bucket next to Nora's and beat a speedy retreat. Serena toasted Nora.
"To bad manners."
"And to bad humor." They sipped their wine. Nora smiled to herself. Serena had put out her cigarette.
"I'm sorry, Serena. I guess I'm too much of a purist."
"There's nothing wrong with that. It's just that everybody enjoys things differently."
"Now that your fit of pique is over, will you please tell me what's happening?"
"Edward and I arc having an affair."
"Good for you. It's about time you gave up on that ass." She leaned in closer. "How does it feel to have some of that, young stuff? Pretty good, uhhh?"
Despite the seriousness of the moment, Serena was forced to smile. She loved watching Nora turning herself on.
"It's pretty good Nora, except..." her voice trailed off.
"Except the part about getting caught. You're not doing it at home, are you?"
"It was the only place we could think of."
"Motels, friend's houses, the back seat of a car ... anywhere, but home. Man, that's really cutting it close."
Serena's face clouded. "I know. That's why
I called."
Nora's eyes were all knowing. "You want to use my place?"
"If it's all right with you."
"Of course it's all right. You should have asked me the first time he poked you." She fished a key out of her purse. "Here's a key to the house. That's in case we're all too busy to answer the door." She gave out with a gusty belly laugh. "You'll see." She had an afterthought. "Oh yes, watch what you say on the phone. You never know."
"O.K."
"Business concluded."
"Yes."
"Good. Now tell me what he's like in bed. Wild? Does he give good head...? "
"Nora..." Serena protested.
"Oh come on now. You're not shy about asking me when I get a new guy. Now come on. Tell me."
"Well..."
They bent their heads close together and cheated the booth out of an hour's worth of vivid, explicit sex. The booth sighed. Maybe the next time.
Nora, the eternal romantic, turned her playhouse, which originally had been a carriage house, over to the couple. The two-storied gingerbread structure had all they would ever need to make their romantic lives complete.
One bedroom was decorated in late Victorian bawdy, while the other was decorated in early Gothic horror. The downstairs was mainly taken up by a heavily beamed living room in which the center of the room was partially divided by a floor-to-ceiling fireplace. The remainder of the first floor consisted of a small kitchenette, maid's room and bathroom.
Edward and Serena, when they first saw their love nest, were so taken by it, they could think of nothing but slowly screwing their way through every room in the house. That took seven days. From then on, they confined their romantic interludes to the living room and Victorian bedroom.
The happiness that had eluded Serena for so long was now hers. Her life became one long smile. It was as if the past had never existed. She was a woman complete. With Edward it was different, Serena was the cream on the cake and as long as he could lick it, he was happy. No more, no less. This bothered Serena at times, as it ever so slightly tainted the beauty of their romance. Being a practical woman, though, she didn't let it bother her to the point that she wanted to change him. For to change him might be to lose him. She let things lay.
Every chance they could they hied to their secret hideaway to give vent to the desires that built up within them during the time they were apart. Edward was so taken by Serena's loving that he began missing football practice so he could spend more time with her. A telephone call from the coach quickly put an end to that. It put her to thinking. If he was missing out on that, what else was he skipping and who knew about it? She tried to impress upon him the danger of changing his habit patterns. Nick wasn't stupid. Do the same thing every day and all's well. Change and people begin to notice and then to ask questions. He promised to watch his step.
For the first weeks, the pair was so intent on loving each other, they ignored the common social amenities, such as thanking one's hostess. To make amends, they invited Nora and Jason to a champagne dinner. And since Nick was out of town, they held it in their love nest.
"Edward," she called out. "Did you chill enough champagne?"
He came out of the kitchen holding several bottles. "I'm putting them in the freezer now."
"Well, hurry up. Nora gets in a lather if she doesn't have her joy juice properly chilled."
"I know. Forty-two degrees and don't pop the cork, gently twist it off." He went back to the kitchen. There was a gentle rap on the door. She rushed to the door and opened it. The goodwill and happiness Jason and Nora felt for her filled the room with its warmth. The old friends embraced as if they hadn't seen each other for years. Edward came into the room carrying a tray holding four chilled glasses of champagne.
"Hello Nora, Jason. How are you?"
"Fine," the couple replied in tandem.
"Here, let me." Serena stopped Edward and handed Jason and Nora a glass of champagne. She and Edward picked up the other two and faced their benefactors. Serena turned to Edward.
He raised his glass high. "To Nora and Jason. Happiness."
"The same to you. And a winning game next Sunday."
"That's right," chimed Serena. "I almost forgot."
"Forgot? How could you forget such a thing?"
"Ho ho, look who's talking? Since when have you been so interested in high school football?" asked Serena.
"Since she's seen what those kids look like," laughed Jason.
Nora looked at Edward. "Tell him he's full of bull. Haven't I always been interested in sports?" Before Edward could think of a diplomatic answer, Serena answered for him.
"She's right, come to think of it. I can remember when she got her first letter."
"You can?"
"Sure. For being first in the Undercover Calisthenics class."
The room resounded with laughter. Edward, feeling slight out of it, sat closer to Serena for reassurance.
"Edward," Serena half-whispered. "I think they need more champagne."
"Okay." He went into the kitchen. Jason watched him leave with a touch of disgust on his face.
"Shouldn't you be doing that?"
A flash of irritation raced across her face. Nora, wanting to keep the peace, quickly filled the breach.
"How are things going? The rose still on the bloom?"
"Better than ever. He's a beautiful person."
"I'm glad. It's about time you had a little happiness. Don't you think Jason."
"Amen."
Serena lifted her glass. "To you two, for making it all possible. Thank you."
"Any time."
Edward returned with a freshly opened bottle and filled their glasses. Nora greedily drank her glass dry. Edward poured her another. She was happy and she showed it by doing what she loved best, emptying champagne bottles. Jason wasn't too far behind.
Dinner was soon forgotten as the foursome proceeded to become pleasantly drunk. Nora though, for all she consumed, always seemed to have full control of her faculties, especially tonight. Serena, noticing the glint in her eyes, slowed down on her drinking, until it reached the point where the glass became nothing more than a chin rest. Edward wasn't as lucky. He drank one too many and passed out. Nora exchanged glances with Jason. They both eyed Serena. And she wasn't too happy about the vibrations they were sending out.
"What are you up to Nora? I haven't seen you sop up the stuff like this since your last orgy."
"I was great, wasn't I?"
He grinned drunkenly as he fondled her barely concealed breasts. "You still are." He popped out one of her breasts and started sucking on its nipple.
"How about it Serena. Want to have a little fun? He can take care of both of us. Can't you Jason?"
Jason needed no prompting. In an instant he had his dong out, ready for action. "Serena."
"I can't," she answered in a quiet voice. "Why not?"
"Edward. It wouldn't be right."
"So...."
"I love him."
They looked at the youth sprawled out on the couch and then at Serena. To them it made no sense. Nora stood up and crossed over to Serena.
"Honey, he's a kid. Why don't you take it for what it's worth and forget about this love business. You must know it can't go anywhere. Not with him."
Serena tensed. "Why not? Because of our ages?"
"No. Because of your attitude. He's what Nick isn't and he's available. That's not love. That's convenience.
A veil draped itself over Serena's face. "Goodnight Nora." Her words were as numb as she felt inside.
"I'm sorry Serena."
"So am I." She turned toward Jason. "Goodnight Jason."
"Goodnight. See you tomorrow."
"Sure."
Closing the door behind them, she leaned against it for support. This wasn't quite the way she had planned the evening. But then again she should have known better. When Nora goes out to dinner and brings Jason along, it's because she plans on adding a little sex to the menu. Try as she may, she couldn't get mad at Nora though, as Nora never claimed to be anything except what she was, a woman dedicated to fucking her life away. Her eyes drifted over to Edward. A whisper of self-doubt floated across her mind. Was it possible they weren't suited for each other? She shook her head. That was one thing she wouldn't accept. She couldn't. He loved her, she knew he did. He just showed it differently, that's all. Rather than think about it anymore, she busied herself with cleaning up.
A while later she came back into the living room and rather than disturb Edward, she slipped off his shoes and covered him with a blanket. Feeling empty and insecure, she lay down next to him, draped his limp arm over her and forced herself to go to sleep. She knew she was settling for second best; but he did love her, she insisted to herself. He did love her.
Meanwhile Nora and Jason had returned to the main house and too bored to watch television, they retired to Nora's playground, her bedroom.
Nora, obviously disappointed at the evening's turn of events, kicked off her shoes and sat down on the bed.
"Shoot, I thought we were going to have a little fun tonight."
He sat down next to her. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
"She did it before."
"Yeah, a long time before."
She toyed with the buttons on her dress. "Well? What do we do now?"
"Fuck?"
To her, that was like suggesting an evening at the movies. She thought for a moment. Then it came to her.
"I know." She picked up the telephone and dialed. A voice answered on the other end. "George? Get your ass over here. It's fun time." She listened. Her face lost its softness. "I don't give a damn how many times you screwed today. Get over here." She slammed the phone down. "Jason, can't you find any guys with stamina?"
"Guys, no. A machine, yes."
"What kind of machine?"
"A fucking machine. It's built like a bicycle. Only, instead of a seat, there's a dildo. You stick the dildo in your cunt and start pedaling. The faster you pedal, the faster you get fucked. The slower you pump, the slower you get poked. You can screw at any speed you want."
"Forget it. That sounds like work."
There was a polite knock on the door. Jason opened it and bid the young athletic-looking man in. He headed directly for Nora.
"George, how would you like to get your cock sucked?"
"I'd like it fine Mrs. Marlow, but after this afternoon, I don't know if I can get it up again."
"It's all right honey. I'll fix it for you."
She unzipped his fly and extracted his limp organ. Examining it, she marveled how such a tiny piece of wrinkled flesh could, when it was properly stimulated, drive her right up a wall until she felt it inside of her. Either in her mouth, her vagina or her rear. It didn't make and difference to her. Just as long as it was tearing its way in and out of her oversexed body.
Teasing its bullet head with the tip of her fingernail, she smiled with lustful pleasure as she watched it begin to swell to full size. George, trying to control himself, clutched her shoulders for support.
Nora, ever the selfish one, ignored his obvious needs and continued to play according to her own rules. She took his awakening organ in her hand and began stroking and manipulating it as if it were a piece of clay she was shaping into a rigid appendage, which in fact, she was. Her teeth glistened as her tongue licked the desire that was teasing her lips. She shivered slightly as she felt his moans of desire travel through the length of his erection, onto her hands and into her body. Drops of moisture forming at the head of her vagina sizzled from the heat of her trembling thighs. She got up and pulled him up with her.
"Bend your knees."
He did as he was ordered. She put her arms around his trembling body and locked her left leg around his. His cock, jutting straight out like a cannon, buried itself under the hem of her dress.
"Now start straightening up," she hissed. "But slow, real slow." She tightened her embrace as the heat of his body pressing against hers sent violent tremors racing throughout her entire nervous system.
George rose, ever so slowly and as he did, he could feel the tip of his cock sliding up against the firm silkiness of her thighs. Tiny beads of moisture seeped through the slit in his cock's head.
"Don't stop honey," she gasped. "Keep straightening up."
Picking up on the action, he slipped his hands under her dress and placed them on the softness of her silk-clad buttocks. He pressed harder against her as his cock rose higher and higher up her thigh. His hands trembled as he felt the vanguard of her moist bush tickle the head of his bursting tool. He slipped his fingers between the elastic band of her panties and her hot skin and pressed down. Nora bent her ass out so he could slip the fragile, scented fabric off her finely molded ass. His cock vibrated when the panty slipped past its hot head. Now, with nothing between his appendage and her heaving, grinding pussy, he lifted it higher until it was stopped by the fleshy gates of her womanhood. The sensation of his organ trapped between her vaginal lips almost brought tears to his eyes. His inherent instincts took over. He placed his rod between her hirsute mounds and started playing it against her bush. The glazed look in her eyes told him he hit pay dirt. Feeling the damp heat of her box, he rubbed harder and harder until his rubbing, burning cock began crying out in pain. It needed to be cooled off, to be lubricated. He wanted desperately to fuck her. He tried to stick it in her, but she stopped him.
"No. Not yet!" She wasn't half finished with him yet. They had a long way to go. She smiled at Jason who was watching from the sideline and making no secret of the fact he was playing pocket pool with himself.
Nora, knowing the young man must be bursting with love's passion, dropped to her knees and held his cock in her hands. She studied it for a moment and then stuck her tongue out until it hit the tip of his shimmering shaft. It was as if she had pressed a hot iron against it. His body tensed almost to the breaking point.
She cradled his pulsating penis in her hand and bending down over it, began taking long, deliciously, deliberate strokes as she licked its length and breadth. She made sure not to miss a square inch as she wanted to savor every delicious inch of his bursting tool. George, on the verge of exploding, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in a feeble effort to keep from losing his mind. Tears of passion poured from his eyes as she continued lathering his penis with her hot tongue.
"Suck my cock," he pleaded. "Take it in your mouth."
Answering his plaintive wail, she wrapped her lips around his rod and closing her mouth over its head, began slowly, seductively slipping it in and out of her mouth. He felt as if someone had wrapped a hot, soapy towel around his joint and was gently massaging it dry.
Jason couldn't stand to watch any longer. His over-heated cock needed more than just his hands. It needed hot, juicy pussy. He crossed over to Nora and throwing her skirt over her back, stabbed his lengthy weapon between her buttocks up into her dripping, churning volcano.
"What took you so long lover?" she gasped as she felt his joy stick violating her hot belly. Jason was in no mood for talk. He let his ramrod do the talking for him.
The three of them stood there, swaying back and forth. George pressing down on Nora's head while she sucked his dong right down to its bushy roots while Jason, with his hands on her ass for support, shoved his instrument of love back and forth in her hot vagina.
They rocked back and forth for a while until George with a cry of anguished ecstasy, started trembling and shaking. Nora, sensing he was about to cum, rammed her fingers up his ass and began stabbing it as if it were a cunt. The double sensation of getting sucked and fucked at the same time, plus the sight of Jason screwing her from the back blew away the ramparts holding back his passions. The hot searing liquid roared its way through his aching tube into her greedy, sucking, waiting mouth. She sucked on his cock like it was a straw and his cum was her favorite flavor. She kept drawing on his tube until he was drained right into collapse. Jason, seeing George was out of it, pulled his glistening rocket out of her and throwing her down on the bed, rammed it between her alabaster thighs and once again began attacking her volcanic love cave as if he was trying to beat it to death. She moaned and groaned as she felt his rampaging rod assault the very walls of her vagina. Wanting more, she locked her lips around his and sucked on his gasping tongue.
The excitement of sucking George dry, the pounding of Jason's massive balls against her grinding crotch and the maddening sensation of his nail-pounding ass driving his hot cock deep in her body lifted her to the heights of sexual bliss. In a moment, she was biting and scratching him as she felt him bringing her closer and closer to a climax. Knowing she was about to have an orgasm, he increased the ferocity of his fucking.
Nora came and when she did, she bit deep ridges into Jason's sweat-soaked shoulders. She whimpered like a child as she felt him continue violating every sensitive part of her vagina. She hugged, kissed and bit him as she wanted him to continue loving her until they both ceased to exist. Jason was in his glory as he was, at this moment at least, her lord and master.
Jason, almost on the verge of exhaustion, came back to life when he felt the first warning tingle in his love sacs. He was about to have an orgasm.
His scrotum gave up its precious load and with a bellow, he screamed out Nora's name. Lifting her churning ass off the bed, he pumped harder and harder until, completely sapped, he fell on top of her. They lay there, a monument to a good fuck. Nora looked over at George who had been sitting there in stunned silence watching them.
"When you can make it like that, let me know."
The young man, grateful for having watched a master at work, quietly left the room. What else was there to say?
CHAPTER FIVE
The day of the Regional Playoffs was almost at hand and with it came a problem. Since the opposing team was heavier and faster, the coach decreed that they leave a week early so they could practice on the field they were actually going to play on. This posed a problem since Edward didn't want to be away from Serena that long. He liked their daily romps in the sack too much. Serena didn't argue as she needed him just as much, only in a different way. She solved their problem by volunteering to act as one of the team's chaperones. Now to break the news to Nick. Rather than prolong the agony, she told him as soon as her offer was confirmed by the school. The instant she told him, she regretted it.
"What the hell am I supposed to do while you're playing den mother? Who's going to keep the house clean?"
"Nick, I'm only going to be gone for a week. And you're never home anyway. So what's there to scream about?"
"I like a clean house."
"So do I. If that's all that's bothering you, I'll hire a cleaning woman."
"You're not going and that's it!" The tone of his voice told her he wouldn't brook any further argument. Despite his tone, she persisted. "Nick, I promised. I can't go back on my word. They're counting on me."
He uncoiled his hulk from the chair. Serena tensed. He paused in front of her. A tremor of fear raced through her as she felt his ominous presence towering over her. He didn't move. He just stood there. Her knuckles turned snow white as she waited for him to do something.
"Relax, I'm not going to hit you. It's not worth it." He paused for effect. Serena, not trusting him, hung on to the edge of the table.
"Walk out of the house without my permission and you can forget the benefits that go with being Mrs. Nick Saunders. That's all." He returned to his seat. "I'll sue for divorce."
"Fine. Go ahead. See what it will get you."
"Half of everything you own."
"Good luck. Remember? You were arrested and convicted for hustling. How's that going to look in court? Go on, try it. I dare you."
She felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. "You sonofabitch," she hissed. "You'd bring that up?"
"Then what about you? You were convicted the same as me."
He smiled smugly. "I'm not suing, you are."
She knew he was wrong, but he was too smug, too sure of himself. There had to be more than what he was telling. And she was afraid to ask. Having nothing to fight back with, she left the table and headed upstairs. He was right behind her.
"Where you going?" he teased. "I thought you wanted to talk." He roared with laughter as he watched her silent figure slowly climb the stairs.
The bedroom was quiet when Nick opened the door.
"Serena?" He walked into the dark room. "Serena?"
"Yes," she answered dully. "What do you want?"
He crossed over to the bed where she lay hugging herself.
"What's wrong?" he asked with a smirk in his voice. "Cold?"
"You bastard."
"True." As far as he was concerned the conversation was over. Quickly undressing, he climbed into bed and slid close to her. To him, this was all a game. A game he never lost.
"Friends?"
"No."
He started tonguing her. Unwilling to accept his advances she tried to get away from him as the fires his tongue lit within her were too strong to fight. He placed his hand her mouth.
"Don't fight it honey. It's bigger than both of us." He laughed at his own joke. With a growl of anger, she tried to sink her teeth into the flat of his palm. Instead of pulling back in pain, he pressed harder as he felt his member rising to the occasion.
"That's it cunt," he whispered. "Bite. I love it."
Her orbs flopped from side to side as she tried to squirm loose from his powerful grip. It was a lost cause. He locked his legs around her thrashing body and sat on top of her. His rigid cock pressed its obscene clubhead against the heaving surface of her stomach.
"Don't Nick," she moaned as she felt him sliding his body over hers. "Don't..." He cut off her words with a rough kiss that sucked the breath out of her. He slid lower until his face was between her violently tossing breasts.
While still pinning her writhing body to the bed, he began biting her taut nipple. Serena's teeth locked themselves over her trembling lower lip as, very much against her will, his bites sent her passions soaring. She cried to herself as she asked Edward's forgiveness for betraying his love. But she couldn't help herself. He was an animal. An animal that knew exactly how to drive her mad with desire. She held back as long as she could, until with one more secret plea for forgiveness to Edward, she was forced to give herself to Nick.
"Oh Nick ... Ohhh..." Her voice trailed off as his mouth on her breasts and his cock teasing her clit button had drained all the resistance out of her. She was his sex slave, to do with as he pleased.
Lust, born of his subduing Serena, crowded through his sex-crazed brain. He felt his muscles tensing and his cock growing even larger as he watched Serena's beautiful mane, only a moment ago wildly tossing as if in a hurricane, now laying on the bed, framing the emotion-filled face of his wife. He teased her nipples with his tongue and grew even more excited when she jumped from its touch. He let loose his grip on her hands and in snake fashion, slowly slipped lower down on her body, until his face brushed against her slowly grinding mound. His eyes glazed as he licked aside the hairs that guarded her fragrant jewel box. Serena moaned as she felt his tongue lather her sensitive womanhood. She arched in passion from his tonguing and seeking even greater ecstasy, cupped her hands over her breasts and frantically began rubbing them. She spread her legs wider as she wanted as much of Nick between her excited legs as possible.
Nick, caught up in the maddening sensation of eating her delicious cunt, began pressing his cock back and forth against the sheets as if he were fucking another woman. He had to fuck but he didn't want to give up her cunt, he couldn't. Crazed by his desires, he swung his body around until his bursting cock brushed against her lips. Her mouth, triggered by the fantastic taste of his cock, couldn't swallow it fast enough. Serena's tear-filled eyes closed in joy as she felt his tremendous manhood fill her hot mouth. They lay there, both filled with each other, slowly, languidly eating and licking every part of their instruments of love. It was a ballet, choreographed by lust and musically set to the slow, deliciously exciting tempo of their loving.
Nick, unable to control his senses under her torrid tonguing, dug his fingers into her thighs as he felt his love sacs prepare to explode. He buried his tongue as deep within her love cavity as he could and tensed. In a moment, his cock exploded his orgasm full in Serena's mouth. With a screech of joy, she locked her hands around his thrusting tube and as if it were a cunt, sucked his cock dry. Nick, a victim of his own sensuality, lay there, head buried in her convulsing cunt, and gasped as the hot flow of his cum roared through his tube into Serena's gasping, clutching sucking mouth. His cock felt as if a hundred flies, all with red hot feet, were dancing on the tip of his spurring organ.
His tube, emptied of his hot cargo, lay limp in Serena's mouth. Reluctantly she stopped sucking and gave it back to its rightful owner. She hadn't had a climax, but, by not having one, it made it easier for her to endure the violation of her oath of love to Edward.
Not wanting to sleep next to Nick, she put on a warm robe and bedded down on the couch in the living room.
With the arrival of the dawn she returned to the bedroom and exhausted beyond caring, she lay down next to Nick and fell asleep. A few hours later, she heard Edward tapping softly on the door. Not able to face him, she didn't answer and when he came into the room and kissed her, she pretended to be asleep. As soon as she was able to, she called Nora and arranged to meet her for lunch.
The Maitre-de, recognizing her and remembering the large tip she gave him the last time, bowed lower than usual and quickly led her to Nora's table. The two women, ignoring the usual amenities, got right to the heart of the matter. Nora listened quietly as Serena emotionally recounted the previous evening with Nick. After Serena finished, she sat quietly as she sifted for hidden meanings, if any, in Nick's words.
"Have you said anything or done anything to arouse his suspicions? Maybe confided in somebody?"
"Of course not. You and Jason are the only ones that know."
"What about Edward? Think he might have told or said something?"
"I don't see why. He knows the situation."
"But does he appreciate it?"
"I'm sure it wasn't Edward," she snapped back.
"Then he's jerking you off. He knows how you feel about money and most probably he just wanted to throw a scare in you, that's all."
Serena wasn't satisfied. It had to be more than that. "Are you sure, Nora? He's never done anything like this before."
"You've never left town before either. Did you stop to think about that?"
"But why so adamant? What difference does it make to him?"
"How do I know? You're the one that's married to him. All I know is that he's a runt who spends all of his time trying to prove his manhood. Maybe he's afraid if you left town, you'd never come back. And, to a guy like that, that would be quite a blow to his ego."
"Why threaten me though?"
Nora was getting irritated. "You're something else, you know that? The guy turns you into a hooker and you stay. He beats you up and you stay. He even flaunts his chippies in front of you and you stay. So why not threaten? He knows you're not going anywhere. At least you haven't up to now."
There was a long silence as Serena painfully digested Nora's truth. Maybe she was right. Maybe all it was, was Nick's effort to protect his miniscule ego. Could be, she thought. At least she hoped that was what it was.
"What do you think I should do? Going to that game means an awful lot to us. Edward's been counting on it for weeks."
"Then go."
"How? You know Nick."
"Grow up woman. All he can do is divorce you. You make out either way."
"It's not that simple. And you know it."
"Why? He's been playing around for years. You could nail him for everything he's got."
"Not if he knows about Edward and me. What happens then?"
"You move in with me. Come on now. You can't have it both ways, nobody can."
Serena gazed into her glass as she tried to build up the courage to convince herself 'things' aren't everything.
"Serena, he's giving you a way out. Take it! You don't need him. You're young. You'll make out."
"And Edward?"
"Take care of yourself first, then worry about the kid. Besides, there's no law that says you can't keep seeing each other."
"There's Nick."
"Honey, you're getting boring. Please, one thing at a time?"
She gave out with an embarrassed laugh. "I must really be a pain in the you know what."
Nora looked at her warmly. "A nice pain."
"Thanks."
"Can we eat now?"
Serena looked at her with her little girl look. "Yes."
"Hallelujah."
CHAPTER SIX
Nora's talk had a marked effect on Serena. For the first time in years, she began to feel like her own woman. Pangs of fear about being broke still teased her, but it wasn't as pronounced. And with the passage of time and a great many pep talks from Nora, she slowly an to accept the fact that her personal happiness was the most important thing in the .world, more important than money, creature comforts, or even Edward. All she needed was a strong belief in herself and good health. Everything else came second. Not being suicidal though, she still maintained a deferent attitude toward Nick.
She had little or no problem keeping Edward away, as the football coach, concerned about the upcoming game, drilled the team far into the evening. By the time he got home at night, all he could think about was sleep and more sleep.
The day of the team's departure arrived and Serena, anticipating a possible problem with Nick, advised the school that she would meet the team at the state's capital as she had some business that needed attending. Edward was a bit miffed when he heard about her change in plans as he figured she was going to ride up to the game with him. The fact that Nick ordered her not to go and she was going anyway made no difference to him. All he knew was she had promised to ride with him and she wasn't. Serena stared at the boy and marveled at his insensitivity.
"Edward. It may come as a shock to you. But believe it or not, there's a helluva lot more to loving than taking. There's a thing known as giving."
"I know that."
"You do? Well, you make one helluva secret out of it then, if you know, then why don't you act like it? Why make such a big thing out of such a little thing? And why make my life miserable? It wasn't my idea. Which would you rather have? Me on the bus with you for ten minutes until Nick yanks me off, or the two of us together for a whole week?"
"A week of course."
"Then show it. With luck I'll be up there by dinner time."
He looked at her contritely. "You still mad at me?"
The love she felt for him lit up her face. "No, I'm not mad."
"Good. I'm glad." He hugged her. She put her arm through his and off they went to the bus depot.
By the time they arrived at the depot, it was jam packed with friends, relatives and well-wishers. It looked as if the whole town turned out to send them off. The school band reluctantly played their school song and then, anxious to get away from their doting parents, packed up their instruments and boarded the waiting bus. This was a signal for the rest of the team to climb aboard. Edward, remembering Serena's talk, held back as long as he could. Finally he was forced to leave lier. He quickly got on the bus and wrestled a window seat away from a smaller teammate. His eyes lingered on her until the bus became a memory on the horizon.
Serena stood there, gently buffeted by the ebbing crowd as she watched the last vestiges of the bus waft up to the heavens. With nothing left of Edward to cling to, she turned and left the depot.
A shadow fell over her hand as she unlocked her car door. It was Nick.
"I'm glad to see you took my advice." Without another word he turned and left.
She looked after him. She couldn't believe him. "Is that it?" she yelled after him. He ignored her and kept walking. Reaching his car, he climbed in and drove off. As he drove by her, he gave her an indifferent wave accompanied by a smug, self-satisfied grin on his face. Serena got into her car and following him out of the lot, turned in the opposite direction and headed home. Once there, she went directly to the living room, and making herself comfortable, waited for his next move. A half hour later, he made it. The telephone rang.
"Serena?"
"Yes."
"It's Nick."
"So?"
"Just checking." His ugly laugh was guillotined by her smashing the receiver down on the cradle. Screw him, she thought to herself. Why play his little game any longer? This was as good a time as any to wipe the slate clean. She dialed his number and when his secretary answered the phone, she coolly told her to inform her sonofabitch of a boss, she was leaving town and would be back in a week. It warmed her heart to hear the secretary gasp in shock as she was one of Nick's first lays that he flaunted at her. The deed done, she picked up her car keys and left the house.
She was a few miles from home when a thought struck her. Narrowly missing a bus, she U-turned and sped back to the house. Returning home, she dashed up to the bedroom, pulled out another suitcase and gathered together all of her valuables. Now she was ready to leave.
The drive up to the state's capital served to cleanse herself of Nick. Each mile washed away a little more of his negative influence and was replaced by smidgens of her old self-confidence. The knowledge that even if he did throw her out, she wouldn't starve, helped considerably. A sense of excitement coursed through her as she realized she had quite a bit going for her. Much to her surprise, she even started humming to herself. Happy days, she thought to herself. Will miracles never cease? She hoped not.
The state capital lay gaily decorated like an impoverished dowager about to attend her last Imperial Ball. Serena, following the flow of traffic, easily found the heart of the city and the hotel where the team was staying. The four-storied edifice, tired with the years, lay rust brown in the late afternoon sun. It was as if it were trying to offset the happy mood that Serena was in. It didn't succeed.
Checking in, she was assigned to a room and handed a sheaf of mimeographed instructions. Inasmuch as the hour was late, she headed for the dining room and hopefully, Edward.
The only occupants of the unimaginatively decorated room were the other chaperones and the school officials. She was dismayed to learn that the team ate in a separate dining room, and were only allowed limited contact with non-team members. The Spartan regimen was being enforced in an attempt to channel the team's youthful exuberance into one specific channel ... winning the playoff.
A touch of irritation crowned her as she absorbed the distressing news. Why insist on her being there when they weren't even allowed to talk to one another? It didn't make sense. She couldn't believe that he would have had her come all this way knowing all the time they wouldn't be allowed to see each other. He couldn't be that insensitive. No, she convinced herself. It was a last-minute change by the coach and she was sure Edward was as disturbed by it as she was. Comforted by her deduction, she was now able to eat her solitary dinner in peace.
Later that evening, she lay in bed trying to fight off the boredom born of being in a hotel room in a strange city. The fight was over when she heard an urgent rapping on the window. It was Edward. With a conspiratorial grin on his face, he hopped over the sill, and lifting her off her feet, bear hugged her. He looked at her with his best Paul Newman look. "Hi."
"What arc you doing here? Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"That's why I'm here." He pulled her down on the bed.
"Edward! They'll hear us."
"So what. We're not the only ones." He pulled her back down on the bed. Before she could stop him, his hand had snaked under her dress and was busily massaging her clit button. The heat of his fingering turned her on, but the fear of getting caught kept it under control. She rolled away from him and stood up. He lay there, looking up at her.
"What did I do now? I thought you wanted us to be together. Isn't that why you came up here? So we could be together?"
"Is this your idea of being together?" she asked dryly. "Sure."
It flashed through her mind she had a potential Nick on her hands. Either she stopped it now or all that she ever hoped for would never be. She stood by the window.
"Good night, Edward."
He climbed off the bed and came over to her.
"Why? Can you at least tell me why?"
She looked at him, standing there, wide-eyed and innocent. She let loose a sigh. It was filled with the patience of the ages. "Edward. I'm a woman, not a convenient piece of ass that you can throw on the sack anytime you want. And as such, I expected to be treated like a lady. To be loved, not always fucked."
"I know that."
"I wish you did. It would make life so much simpler. The problem though, is that you really don't. Women like to be romanced, to be wined and dined sometimes. To be treated as a human being. Can't you think of me as a person sometimes? Do we always have to say hello, how are you, and then instantly jump into the sack? Couldn't we take a walk or have a cup of coffee first? Not every time, but once in a while. It would make a very nice change. Don't you agree?"
"Sure," he answered quietly. "But I thought you liked the way we made love."
"Most of the times I do. But not every time. Especially not after driving all the way up here and finding out we can't even see each other. That's a tough pill to take."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
She waited for him to continue, but he obviously had said all there was for him to say. He stood there, contrite and little boyish. Serena, softening, took him in her arms and hugged him. He looked at her with his best cocker spaniel eyes.
"Want me to go?"
"Not yet. That was a long drive up here and tlic least you can do is fix me up with a little love."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," she answered huskily. "Very sure." They blended into each other's arms.
The hotel room, a square with furniture, felt their unhurried breath softly kiss each wall before drifting off into oblivion. Their passions spent, they lay there quietly, each lost in their own private world. Serena's fears about him becoming another Nick left her the moment they started making love. For he had treated her with a tenderness she never knew he possessed. Edward stirred awake. He glanced around the room and then let his eyes linger on Serena's supine beauty. Bending over her, he tenderly touched the corner of her mouth with his lips.
"More," she moaned. "Lots more."
He kissed her again. "Serena, I have to go. It's late and we have an early call tomorrow morning."
She sat up and watched him dress. A certain excitement flitted through her as she watched his naked, muscular form step in and out of the shadows as he dressed. It was as if he were doing a strip tease in reverse. Unable to control her desires, she pulled him down on top of her and playfully growled at him. They romped on the bed for a while like two young puppies and then, reluctantly she let him go so that he could finish dressing.
"Someday, soon I hope, we'll be able to be together all the time. Would you like that?"
"Of course."
She hugged herself. "Just think. No more bad dreams. No back doors. Nothing but sunshine and flowers. Just be patient love, it'll be real soon."
He only half-listened as he was already thinking about the next day's plays.
"Yeah, that'll be great. Real great," he answered absently. Serena dismissed his listless reaction to the pressures of the forthcoming game.
Dressed, he pecked her on the cheek and with an abrupt "Goodnight," left the way he came in. Serena, still basking in love's afterglow, returned to bed and the pleasant fantasies that it held in store for her.
A cool breeze tickling Serena's nose invited her to wake and enjoy the bounties of the newborn day. Forcing her eyes open, she had to agree with the breeze. It was a lovely day. The slender separation of the window and the sill brought back the warm memories of the night before. The recollection of Edward's firm young body atop of hers, brought a smile to her face. She tried to trap the memory between her arms, but it was too elusive. It insisted she live for today and forget yesterday.
The beehive activity of the hotel lobby reminded her that last night's love play was something they couldn't afford to risk again. It was too dangerous. She had to find another place. Eating a quick breakfast, she set out in search of a safer meeting place. One that was close enough to the hotel so they wouldn't have to travel too far and one far enough away so as not to risk meeting someone they might know. She was in luck. A few blocks away, set off on a quiet, dignified street, sat a hotel that had seen better, prouder days. Good fortune kept smiling on her as she was able to rent a large two-bedroom suite. And best of all, the old place had a side entrance that led directly to the elevators without having to pass through the large, decaying lobby. It was perfect. She immediately called Nora and told her what she had done. Nora was only too happy to hear about it, as now she could bring along a new stud she had recently unearthed. She allayed Serena's fears by telling her that one bedroom was all they needed. She and Edward were more than welcome to the rest of the suite. Her day complete, she went out and throwing caution to the wind, went on a shopping spree.
Which was all right, inasmuch as she charged everything to Nick's credit cards. After all, she still was his wife.
The weekend arrived and along with it, a horde of fans including Nora, Jason and her new stud. Since Edward, along with the rest of the team was sequestered for the night, she decided to visit Nora and Jason.
Opening the door to the suite, she was surprised to find the room empty. The sounds of passions coming from one of the bedrooms told her why. Crossing the room, she quietly opened the bedroom door and peeked in. Jason, Nora and her latest stud were in the midst of a three-way screw with Nora on the bottom. Serena gasped as she never realized Jason went in for boys, but another look at Nora's latest addition helped her understand why. He had long black hair and if he wore a little makeup, he could easily be taken for a young, exotic beauty. The expressions on their faces told her it wouldn't be too much longer now. She closed the door and made herself comfortable on the couch. A short while later, the muffled voices reached a crescendo and then faded into nothingness. It wasn't long after that the door opened and Jason stepped out of the bedroom. Seeing Serena sitting there with a knowing grin on her face didn't faze him the least. He didn't even try to cover up his nudity. Why should he? He had a great body and wasn't ashamed to let the world know about it.
"Watch it in there," he yelled into the bedroom. "Company."
"Serena?"
"Hi, Nora."
"Did you bring Edward."
"Nope. He's in training."
"Too bad."
Jason closed the bedroom door and joined her. Serena, even though she'd known him for years, still felt a certain excitement when she saw him nude. He was man, all man.
"Jason, how come we never made it together?"
"Because we're smart. In our case, it's better to be friends than lovers. It's very rare you can have both."
"Even in a gang bang?"
"That's something else again. There you're fucking for the thrill of it, not loving for the love of it."
"Jason, you're turning out to be a poet."
"Why not. To me sex is poetry in motion. How are things with you and Edward. Putting the place to good use?"
"Every night," she grinned. "And when he wins the game, then we're going to have our own little celebration right here."
"Can we watch?"
She smiled at him. "Noooo..."
"Not to change the subject, but have you heard from Nick?"
She paled. "Why? Did he call you or Nora?"
"No."
"Then why the question?"
He handed her a thick envelope. "Nora told me about what happened between you and Nick." He tapped the sealed envelope. "So I had these people check him out, just in case you should need it."
"What is it?"
"Open it and find out."
Puzzled, she opened the envelope and pulled out a wad of folded papers. It was a formal report from a nationally known detective agency. She read for a moment and then threw the papers down as if they were contaminated.
"I don't need them or you to tell me about what Nick does at night. I live with him, remember?" The humor had gone, out of her.
"Serena, look at the dates."
"Why," she asked angrily. "Planning to declare them national holidays?"
"Hey," he fought back. "Don't go blaming us for your stupidity. You asked us for help. We didn't come to you."
Knowing he was right, she picked up the documents and restudied them. It still didn't mean anything to her.
"All right. I'll make it simple for you. When the two of you were picked up, convicted and tried, you were let off with two years probation and a fine. Nick was let off with five years probation, right?" She nodded in agreement. "And part of the deal was a clean break with all your old hooker type friends, etc, right? Well, the same thing applied to Nick only he didn't pay too much attention to it. He just kept on like nothing happened." He tapped the papers. "Well, look at those dates and names. According to that, he broke probation at least a half a dozen times that we can one-hundred percent prove. And if necessary, we most probably could dig up more witnesses. How do you like them apples?"
"How does that affect me?"
"We made a deal with Nick." He pulled out another envelope. "And it's not a bad one either. Nora figured you wanted out, especially when you told her you were up here, so she had her lawyer get in touch with Nick. He ranted and raved and threatened and all that crap, but when the lawyer showed him the report, he simmered down. They talked and finally he agreed to give you a divorce."
"With alimony?"
"Yes. He keeps the house, the car, the stocks and so on, in exchange for a cash settlement to be paid in five equal installments. He also agreed to alimony based on a sliding scale. So much for the first five years, a little less for the next five and so on. He also agreed to keep up all his insurance policies with you as his beneficiary. All in all, a very good deal, if you agree, which the lawyer says you should, then they'll work out the actual dollars and cents. In return, you give him a non-contested divorce and you promise never to see Edward again."
She was stunned. "Edward."
"He was very firm on that point, never."
"Edward? What's he got to do with all of this?"
He took hold of her hands. "He's known about the two of you almost from the beginning." Her hands went ice cold.
"How did he find out so fast?"
"Edward."
Her face went blank as she mouthed the word 'ohhhh.' She mulled over Nick's offer in her mind for a few minutes and then deciding, turned to Jason. "Forget the divorce. Tell him to take it and shove it."
"Serena. Don't be foolish."
"No way. He doesn't care about Edward. He just wants to get back at me. And I won't let him. He's done me in for the last six years. That's enough. Let him tell everybody about Edward. I don't give a shit. I'll take him to court and if it's the last thing I ever do, I'll take him for every nickel." She sat back on the couch and fumed.
Jason, realizing the years of hate that Nick had instilled in her, tried to calm her down. He sat down next to her and took her hands in his. He looked at her warmly, for she was like a sister to him. "Serena, think about it. There's no rush. Think about it for a few days and if you still feel the same way, then we'll tell him to shove it up his ass. Okay?"
"It'll be the same answer."
"For me," he insisted. "Think about it."
"If it'll make you happy, fine. But don't bank on it. That smug cocksucker. He's not giving up a thing except some money he most probably stole anyway. Why should I give him a fucking thing? Why should I?"
"Because, maybe he's not worth giving up everything for." She knew what he meant and she didn't like his insinuation.
"Edward's not what we're talking about, Jason. Leave him out of it."
"Fair enough." He put the papers away.
"Want a drink? It'll make you feel better."
She looked at him and realized that he was all friend and no matter what he did, he did it because he loved her and wanted nothing in return except her happiness. The thought of Edward, bragging about what she had held sacred burned through her pride. It was more than just Nick knowing, it was the idea that someone else was living their romance and that she couldn't take. Jason handed her a drink.
"Thanks." She paused as she searched for the right words. "Jason, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. It's not your fault."
"No problem."
"Forgive me?" she asked sincerely.
"There's nothing to forgive. You said what you had to say and that's all there is." He held up his drink. "Happiness."
"Happiness."
The bedroom door burst open and in poured Nora in all her naked splendor. The young stud could be seen through the open door studying his handsome face. "Business all over?"
"You know damn well it is. Look Serena." He pointed to Nora. "She was listening so hard, she's going to have to have an operation to have the door knob removed."
"Very funny." She didn't like being laughed at. "I'm going back in the bedroom where I'm appreciated. Jason, you coming?"
He rose to join her. "Coming mother." He looked at Serena. "Don't blame Edward too much. He's a young kid playing grownup."
"Thanks."
Jason left her to her thoughts as he returned to the bedroom for another three-way romp in the sack.
Serena, unsettled by the fact that Edward, knowing full well of the consequences that would befall her, had bragged about their relationship. And what bothered her the most was his apparent insensitivity toward her and their love affair. Maybe Jason was right.
She needed time to think, to re-evaluate her feelings and attitudes toward Edward. Maybe she too was playing and didn't even know it. She had a great deal to think about.
Rather than risk a confrontation with Edward in her present state of mind, she rose early and spent the day with Nora and Jason. It was a pleasant time for her, as, aware of her inner turmoil, they did everything possible to make it a happy day for her. That evening when she returned to the hotel, she half-hoped there would be a message from Edward. That way she could reject him. She needn't have worried, there wasn't one. A hundred excuses ran through her mind. They were still practicing. That fell by the wayside when she saw part of the team crossing the lobby. He's dressing, she told herself. Throwing caution to the winds as well as logic, she called his room. His roommate answered and told her he had gone out for the evening. Her heart soared. He was in her room, waiting for her. She flew up the stairs and into her room. Her face dropped. It was empty. Not knowing what else to do, she turned on the television set and stared at the dull images as they worked at numbing her brain.
The telephone rang. She almost broke a nail yanking it off the cradle. It was Nora calling to see how she was. Not wanting to tie up the line, just in case Edward should call, she told her she'd call her back. She pressed the disconnect button down and then let it loose. Calling the desk, she was told there were no messages for her and no one had tried to contact her. She slowly set the phone down as she realized what was happening to her. Instead of her holding the upper hand in this situation, her emotions had taken over. And there was nothing she could do about it. The thought of Edward not calling her had magnified itself so far out of proportion that now she couldn't rest until she spoke to him.
It had become a mania with her.
The hours passed slowly as she waited to hear from him. Finally, unable to endure the agony of not knowing, she called his room again.
"Edward Saunders, please."
"Hello," answered a cheerful voice.
"Edward? Where the hell have you been?" she blurted out involuntarily.
"Nowhere," he answered casually. "A couple of the guys thought they'd go downtown and check out the scenery and I went along for the ride."
"Did you sneak out?"
"No," he laughed. "I guess the coach finally took pity on us. He gave us a few hours off."
"And you didn't call me?" she asked incredulously.
"No. Why, was I supposed too?" She didn't answer. "Want me to come by? Is that why you called?" His ego almost melted the wires on the telephone.
She took a deep breath. "Edward, how long have you been back."
"About an hour."
"Did your roommate tell you I called."
"Yeah."
"Then why didn't you call?" Her voice was almost hysterical. "You knew I wanted to talk to you."
"I don't know. I just didn't think about it," he replied defensively. "I guess I'm too hung up on the game tomorrow."
"But not enough to go downtown tonight, right?"
He was getting angry. "Hey, you don't own me, you know. I forget. Don't you ever forget?"
Her answer came slow. "Not when it concerns you."
"Well, you don't have a game to play tomorrow."
She heard a girl's voice in the background. "Who was that?" she asked quickly.
He laughed. "Don't get jealous. It's just one of the cheer leaders."
"What's she doing in your room?"
She heard him repeat her question. "Cheering him up," chimed a happy male voice. Another voice got on the phone.
"How are you honey? Want to come by for a pre-game warm-up?" He laughed evilly.
She was stunned beyond belief. "Edward, do they know who you're talking to?"
"Of course not." A voice cackled in the background. He got back on the phone. "Listen, can I talk to you later? It's getting a little crowded in here. Okay?"
Her answer was to hang up the telephone. In an instant it rang. She picked it up.
"It's me again. Are you all right?"
She mentally thanked him for small favors. "Yes, I'm fine," she answered in a tired voice.
"Want me to come by? Maybe we can sit and talk or something. Would you like that?"
A sad smile crossed her face. "Any other time, I would have loved it, but not tonight."
"Are you positive."
"Positive."
"Okay, but if you change your mind, let me know. No matter what time it is, promise." The note of relief in his voice was unmistakable. He had performed his duty as a lover and felt better for it. Especially since she wasn't going to spoil his party for him.
She quietly chuckled at the irony of the whole thing. "Goodnight Edward, and have a great game tomorrow."
"I will. Goodnight."
Her click followed his as she hung up the telephone. It was at times such as this that Serena wished the telephone didn't exist. It brought pain too close to home.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The day of the game shone bright and cold. The threesome Nora, Jason, and Serena rose early, packed away a hearty breakfast and left for the football stadium.
The stadium was alive with the heartiness of people enjoying themselves at the expense of the broken bones on the playing field. The stands were packed with the overflow standing wherever they could. Serena, being the stepmother of the star quarterback had seats on the fifty yard line, directly behind Edward's team's benches.
The first half hour was spent listening to speeches that all politicians feel required to spout whenever a large crowd gathers. Following that, the respective school bands put on a demonstration and then came the event the crowd was really there to see the playoff game.
The various team members were introduced to the crowd and then the team captains flipped to see who would kick off, and at last the game began.
It was an exciting game with brilliance shown on both sides. Serena, proud to be a part of the playoffs, forgot her own bitterness as she watched Edward, like the young stallion that he was, racing down the field, trying to bring his team to victory. No longer was he her lover who also happened to be her stepson. Now he was a stepson who had once been her lover. She beamed with pride and when he scored the winning touchdown, she yelled and screamed with the best of them.
Later that afternoon the trio attended the victory supper dance at the hotel. It warmed her heart as she watched Edward accepting the congratulations of all his adoring fans. And it didn't upset her in the least when she saw him sneak off with the head cheer leader. If anything, she wished him well. Nora, ever on the alert, noticed Edward sneaking off with the girl.
"like father, like son," she commented dryly.
"Not quite. Edward's got soul." .
"Jason put his hand on hers. "My friend, the philosopher. Do we go through with the divorce? On Nick's terms?"
"Yes," she sighed. "We go through with the divorce, on Nick's terms."
Nora got excited. "Want to come back to the hotel with us?"
Serena winked at Jason. "I don't know, Nora. I've sort of gotten used to that young stuff. Have anything under forty around? like maybe sixteen or seventeen?"
Nora looked at her and it took a moment to realize she was more kidding than serious.
Oh come on now. Let's go back to the hotel first. Then, when we get back to town, we'll see about getting you some young stuff. What about Edward? Think he'll fix us up?"
"He better," laughed Serena. "I'm his mother. And everybody knows it's a boy's responsibility to take care of his mother. It says so in Emily Post." She turned to the couple seated next to them. "Isn't that right?" They roared with laughter as they watched the confusion register on the couple's faces.
Serena was once again a beautiful young girl with her whole life ahead of her. And with Nora and Jason's help, it would be a fucking good life.
