Sintown Chronicles I: Behind Closed Doors (47 page)

“Betty, honey, what's gotten into you?"

“Don't honey me, Bastard Nading.” She hurled the epitaph at him without thinking, but did not regret it. “Not once did you or Big Willie ask me how my interview with Rita Holder went. Not once have you asked me what I want to do."

“Betty, I'm sorry.” He leaped out of bed and tried to hug her, but she pulled away, wagging her finger at him.

“I'm going to tell you how it went, whether you want to hear it or not. It went well. I like her. She offered me a damn good job with an office of my own, and damn it, I'm going to take it. Your ass can stay at Tanglewood forever if that's what you want, but I'm going to Dot."

He cornered her, pulled her close and fondled her left breast. She struggled against him as he began literally to tear off her clothes, but even all the rage pulsating through her body was no match for his physical strength. As he tore away her bikini panties, she hissed, “Put that damned thing back in your pants, Bo. I found out something else today. I'm a goddamned lesbian. You hate homos, Bo. You sure as hell don't want to fuck one."

He threw her on the bed as if she were a feather pillow and stepped out of his shorts. She rolled over onto her stomach. He grabbed her legs and flipped her onto her back. She tried to lift a knee into his groin but he anticipated her move and easily plunged his erection deep inside her. He savagely grasped her breasts and commanded, “Screw, me, Betty. Move that fine ass of yours. Do it, damn it.” She didn't want to obey, but her body had other ideas and the scream that finally escaped her lips was one of orgasmic pleasure.

He rolled off her sweaty body and began laughing. “Lesbian, my ass,” he said.

She felt humiliated, weak and confused. She knew her own husband raped her, and yet she liked it. “Okay,” she partially agreed, “maybe I go both ways. But I had sex with Rita Holder this afternoon and it was the most beautiful experience in my whole life."

“Rita's a dyke?"

“She's a lesbian."

After a pause he quietly said, “Did you actually put your tongue..."

“No,” she interrupted. “I wanted to but she wouldn't let me. I used a dildo to bring her to climax."

He went to the bathroom, urinated, grabbed a beer and sat at the kitchen table, still nude. She joined him after cleaning herself up without bothering to put on a robe.

The only sound for the next five minutes was the whirring of the air conditioner. He gazed at her magnificent breasts with nipples kept erect by the cool air circulating in the room. He was not as devoted to sex as she was, but he did not want to give it up either. He tried to think of some other woman who would have him and feared that it was Betty or nobody.

“I was wrong in making a decision without consulting you, Betty,” he finally said. “Tell me about your experience with Rita."

“Well, we knew Rita intended to run the business by herself. When we met, she came right to the point."

“No,” he said. “Tell me about the sex."

“You're kidding."

“No, I'm not. Tell me how she seduced you. Tell me everything that happened."

“Bo, she didn't seduce me. Technically I seduced her."

“Tell me about it.” He continued to stare at her breasts.

“I can't do that, Bo."

“Yes you can. At least I think you can after I tell you something about myself that you don't know."

“Don't tell me you like boys,” she said.

“Hell, no.” He spat the words out. “My feelings about homosexuality, however, are hypocritical. I abhor the idea of a man putting his prick in another man's mouth or butt-hole. The very idea makes me want to throw up. However, lesbianism is something else again. I enjoy the female body so much that it seems reasonable to me that a woman would enjoy another female body."

She didn't know what to say, so she remained silent.

“The mental image of you having sex with another woman turns me on,” he continued, still concentrating on her breasts. He shoved his chair back. “Come sit on my lap and tell me about it. Please."

She straddled his legs facing him and settled down on his thighs. He sucked her right nipple. “Tell me about it,” he urged, burying his forehead between her breasts and gently stroking her back.

“We spent the morning mostly talking about business,” she began. “Suddenly she said something about her being a lesbian making me uncomfortable."

“You knew she was a lesbian?"

“Yeah. She told me on the phone last night. Anyway, I told her I was okay with it. I don't know why, but I asked her how she found out she preferred women. She said she was at a summer camp when she was only twelve years old when she first experimented with it. She liked it and continued the experiment with her willing tent mates the entire month of the camp. On the last day of camp, one of the teenage counselors raped her. He hurt her. She knew then that she would always prefer sex with women. Bo, I can't explain it, but listening to her got me hot."

Bo grinned sheepishly. “I can relate to that,” he said and he began licking her chest while continuing the tickling back massage. “Was that when you asked her to let you ... you know?"

“No. That came after we ate lunch at Dot's Diner. She asked if I wanted to try it, and I said yes."

“You thought you had to do it in order to get the job, didn't you?"

“No, damn it, Bo. It was nothing like that. By that time the job was already mine if I wanted it."

“Please go on.” He sucked as much of her left breast into his mouth as possible. She felt his penis begin to push against her crotch.

“We went back to her apartment and..."

“Wait, I thought she owned a new house on the golf course."

“She does, but she's living temporarily in an efficiency apartment on the third floor of the old hotel building while the workmen apply finishing touches to her house. Anyway, she took off my clothes—all but my panties. She did it slowly, kissing and caressing various parts of my body. Bo, all the while she kept telling me how pretty I am. She didn't just talk about my boobs. She said I have wonderful shoulders, slender arms, and graceful fingers. She actually licked what she called dimples in my knees. She was in no hurry. She literally went down on her knees and sucked my toes. It doesn't sound like much, but it felt wonderful."

Bo's erection reached its peak. He switched breasts and scooped her up just high enough to allow his penis to find its mark. He eased her back down as if he were sliding on a condom.

“Then she invited me to undress her. Bo, she's no more than five feet tall. She's so pretty. If you saw her, you would get an instant hard-on. I pulled off her floppy tee shirt. She was not wearing a bra. Bo, her breasts were so beautiful, so firm. I guess a screenwriter would call them perky. They have perfect uplift and her nipples seemed to be staring right at me. I licked one very gently and that nipple stood up like you dick does—almost as long,” she laughed.

“One thing you can't accuse me of,” he replied seriously, “is having a small dick."

“No,” she agreed. “And I love that huge thing of yours until you try to poke it down my throat."

“What happened next?"

“I love it when you suck my tits, but I never understood what you got out of it—at least not until I sucked Rita's. God, they tasted so good. Bo, she has a light complexion anyway, and her breasts are as white as milk. I would probably still be enjoying her breasts if she had let me."

“Do you like it when I bite your nipples like this?"

She shivered. “Oh God, yes,” she whimpered.

“Did you bite Rita?

“Yeah, and tongued them while holding them in my teeth like you do for me. She told me later she had her first orgasm when I did that."

“Looks like I taught you something worthwhile,” he said, trying without success to laugh.

She had been the teacher, but she let it go. “Getting her jeans off was difficult because they fit so tightly. They were so snug that the seam actually dug into her vagina. I thought it must hurt, but she said it gave her constant pleasurable sensations not unlike the early stages of masturbation. I sucked her toes, as she had sucked mine. I didn't like that very much, but she obviously did. I pulled down her panties and wanted to kiss her there, but she placed her hands on my face and led me to the bed. She wanted me to kiss her in special places. She shaves her pubic hair, but she lets her armpit hair grow. She let me lick it. Her perspiration was delicious. She liked having her belly button kissed and her buttocks too."

Bo felt her juices begin to soak his hairy testicles. She began to move her hips slowly. “Did you kiss her ... you know?"

“Her anus?” She laughed. “Yes, and I licked it too. In fact, I licked it a long time. She really got off on that."

“Ugh,” he said.

“Bo, she was clean. If not, then shit sure does taste good,” she joked. “All my life I thought lesbians got off by having oral sex and I was obsessed with it, but she said maybe next time. She handed me a dildo to use instead. I had never seen one before. It looked like your dick, but was not nearly as long or thick. She showed me how to use it and she asked me to fuck her lips with my tongue. That's literally what I did. She sucked hard on my tongue while I rapidly darted it in and out. Her little butt began to move and her pussy sucked on that dildo like my pussy sucks your dick. When the orgasm hit her, so help me Bo, I exploded too."

Bo tried to move his penis inside her, but she pinned him to the chair. “Unless you left something out, at this point you still have your panties on."

“Yeah. She used the dildo on me after doing the same things to my body that I had done to hers. She giggled when she took off my panties. I was so wet they stuck to me."

“And she brought you off with the dildo and the kissing thing?"

“She would have if she had kept it up a little longer, but suddenly she pulled the thing out of me, pulled my legs back, split them apart and buried her face between them. Bo, I could feel her nose inside me. She sucked my juices into her mouth and my brain exploded. I can't describe it. It's not like anything I have ever felt before."

“But you mean to experience it many more times in the future, don't you?"

She let that go. “Maybe the best part was what followed. Although I am much larger than she is, she wanted me to lay on top of her, my breasts pressed to hers. We lay there like that for close to an hour just gently caressing and kissing each other."

“I want your asshole,” he said, pushing her off of him.

“Bo, we've never done it that way."

He bent her over the kitchen table and rubbed his well-lubricated penis against her anus.

“Bo,” she cried out. “You're too big.” However, he was already inside her. Her sphincter muscle clamped down on him.

“Relax,” he urged, “relax.” He rubbed her back until the muscle released its prey. He began pounding at her buttocks, saw the blood on his pumping penis, but couldn't stop.

“Masturbate, Betty,” he groaned. “Let me feel you masturbating."

She obeyed and he moaned with pleasure. The pain in her backside seemed to heighten the pleasure her fingers were producing. She beat him to the final reward.

They bathed together and then ate an early breakfast. There was no time left for sleep. Betty told him about the business opportunity and did not lie about the proposed salary, even though it was considerably larger than the one offered him. She made certain that he understood how serious she was about taking the agency position in Dot.

“Betty,” he asked as they started dressing in the bedroom, “did you have sex with Max Holder?"

“No,” she lied.

“Good,” he continued. “I'll take the damn job in Dot for your sake, but we'll be depending on your income as well as mine. You can enjoy Rita all you want, but if I ever catch you with another man, I'll ram a pistol up your ass and blow your brains out the long way."

Ignoring the threat, she said, “You'll really do that for me?"

“Yeah.” He paused and then, looking directly into her eyes, asked, “Do you think Rita would mind if I watched?"

“Bo,” she laughed, but she knew he was not joking.

Rita stepped from the shower and patted herself dry with a soft, pink bath towel. After brushing her teeth she ran a comb through her hair and admired herself briefly in the mirror while performing what had become for her a routine breast examination. A lump, discovered three years ago, went away without treatment, but its appearance scared her badly. Her breasts attracted too many male clients for her to risk losing one of them to the surgeon's knife. She learned the proper examination technique from her physician and now performed it religiously.

She pulled on her white terrycloth robe and shivered with delight as the soft material brushed her erect nipples. She slipped her feet into the bunny rabbit slippers the children gave her for Mother's Day and pretended not to notice the annoying flapping sound they made as she walked to the kitchen for her second cup of coffee.

When the toaster delivered her raspberry pop tart, she used a paper napkin to extract it and, with breakfast in hand, settled at the computer desk long enough to consume the pastry before turning on her laptop and the remote controlled TV.

She brought up her word processor program, clicked on the file named “Journal,” and began pecking at the keys.

With all the good things that happened yesterday, I should feel great this morning, but I don't. Perhaps it is the rain driving against the windows that has me feeling a little down. It started last night and the weatherman said it would cover the entire state most of the day.

Without question, I miss Max. We all have our faults, but he was good to me. He accepted me without having to understand, and I could always count on him. He was a dreamer, but without his dreams, there would be no successful advertising agency.

I miss the kids, too. I will have them back with me this weekend, but what will I do with them while I am at work? I have an ad in the
Dot Courier
for a babysitter, but so far, there have been no responses.

Last night Carl Elliott, my contractor, called. The house is now ready for my inspection—two days earlier than promised. I must try to get out there today if I can find a rowboat somewhere.