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Chapter 13
Satisfied that the camera was where he wanted it, Stevie started the camera and yelled action. The girls swam around a little and then Kelly started splashing Goldie. They played for a while before Kelly crawled out of the water and lay on a patch of grass on the bank. Still chest deep in the water, Goldie looked straight at the camera and licked her lips. She slowly walked out of the creek, the chilly water making her nipples stand straight out. Crawling up the soft, grassy, bank, Goldie made straight for the furred cleft between Kelly's legs. She held Kelly's legs apart so that they didn't spoil the shot, determined that the camera caught every part of her enthusiastic pussy licking. Her fingers played around the rim of Kelly's tunnel, teasing the moisture from her pussy. Pushing her slick fingers into Kelly's tight hole, Goldie toyed with the cheerleader's ass with her ring finger while her thumb brushed against Kelly's clit. Kelly writhed and squirmed under the combined attack of Goldie's hand and mouth. She arched her back, trying to press her burning, swollen sex tighter against Goldie's flicking tongue and burrowing fingers. Lost in a surging sea of sensations, Kelly opened her eyes and saw Bud, his hand slowly stroking his rock hard cock and his tongue absently licking his lips, as if mimicking Goldie's enthusiastic efforts. Stevie's camera panned up from Goldie's mouth to catch Kelly's expression as she came, her body shaking with the release. Her fingers still embedded in Kelly's sex, Goldie raised her head and ran her tongue around her mouth, catching all of the sweet honey that had spread over her chin. Kelly pulled Goldie up her body and they kissed, their tongues dueling in the air before Goldie dove back into the water. -=)0(=- Ding-dong. Harriet answered the doorbell. She took in Lance's tall, broad form in the doorway, his wolfish smile marring his Adonis-like looks. While Millie puttered around the kitchen, Harriet put on her best hostess act, pretending that she didn't know that Lance was really there to see her. She invited the young man into the living room, offering him coffee and cookies. After a few moments, Millie left the kitchen and went into the laundry room. Left alone with her daughter's boyfriend, Harriet's stomach flinched. She turned toward the radio and he pounced. Pressing his swollen crotch against her bottom, he told her exactly what he wanted to do with her in the coarsest of terms. "I've been waiting for this all day," he said. Lance groped between her legs and mauled her breasts through her blouse. "I've been dreaming about your cunt as it grabs my cock." Harriet squirmed as she tried to quietly escape his grasp. She felt the familiar tingling sensation building in her pussy, but this time it was opposed by an equally strong conviction that having sex with Lance was wrong. She tried to avoid his pawing hands but he pursued her into a corner. Pinned against the fireplace, Harriet struggled but Lance quickly had her dress bunched around her waist. His hands clawed at her clothing and prodded between her legs. "You knew why I came here," he told her in a stage whisper. "You wanted my cock from the second you opened the door. That's why you invited me in. You couldn't do without the feel of my prick inside you." Harriet grunted as he poked his fingers against her labia, more in pain than in excitement. "One... one last time," she gasped, hoping that he would accept her gift and leave her in peace. Lance snickered and threw her over the end of the couch. Tossing her dress over her hips, he pulled her panties over her bottom. The strains of a popular song filled the room. Lance hummed along, out of tune, "Ain't she sweet." Frustrated by her garters, he ripped her panties and brutally pushed them to the floor. Spreading her cheeks with his impatient hands, he jabbed at her sex with his rigid prong. Lance took her roughly from behind. The couch's silk upholstery scratched and rubbed against Harriet's sensitive nipples. The slapping sounds of his thighs against hers filled the room as he pounded his cock into her like a pile driver. Faster and faster, he slammed his meat into her, making her cry out in spite of the pain and humiliation she felt. Despite the loud music Millie listened to her mistress call out, the unmistakable cry of a woman being taken by force. She shook her head, telling Tyrone, "Listen to that, the missus is upstairs with Miz Becca's boy." Lance finished quickly, as usual, but this time Harriet had a surprise for him. "Now get out," she said. Lance's grin faded when he saw that she was serious. "You're as big a cock tease as your daughter," he taunted. "And I'll tell her how hot you were the next time she's sucking my cock." He left, slamming the door after him. Left alone with the crackling radio, Harriet broke down; her nice pretty world behind their white picket fence destroyed forever. -=)0(=- "We're sorry you have to leave so soon, Mr. Lostridge," the desk clerk said as he handed RJ the bill. "We hope to see you again soon." "Somebody's got to look after the bank," RJ said, trying to make a joke. He looked over his shoulder. "Is my cab ready?" "Your luggage has already been loaded, Sir." "Thank you." RJ tried to maintain a dignified pace as he strode through the lobby. He'd almost made it past the cloakroom when Elsa came rushing down the stairs. "You weren't going to leave without saying goodbye, were you?" "Elsa, we've already said our goodbyes." RJ steered her into a more discreet corner. "You're meeting with Mr. Scott, the bank president, this afternoon. Show him that you're ready and he'll pull you out of the admin pool." "But what about us?" RJ looked at his shoes and shuffled his feet, trying to say what had to be said without causing a scene. "We had a lot of fun. You're going to get your new job. Let's leave well enough alone and see what happens next." "But...but I thought..." "You're a very special girl, Elsa Flint." He gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "You need to get ready for your interview and I need to catch a train." Elsa looked bewildered, like a child who didn't understand why she was being punished. "I'll see you on Monday," she said in a small voice. Not likely, RJ thought. He'd already arranged for her transfer to one of the branches in the northern part of the valley, a day's train ride across the state away from him and Kingsport. He climbed into the cab and signaled the driver to start. "Take me to the train station. It's time to go home." Chapter 14Back at the pond, the gang finished their lunch while Stevie repositioned the camera. Rebecca packed the picnic basket back into the car. She had spent the entire drive wondering why she'd come, why she wanted to watch the others having sex. It wasn't the heat of the day that had made her sweat when Goldie had crawled between Kelly's legs and now her sex seemed to burn with desire. Shutting the car's trunk, Rebecca decided to sit in the back seat to regain her composure. They had started filming again but Rebecca was not to be found. Stevie hadn't noticed but Kelly, cloaked in a blanket and ready for her next scene, went to look for Rebecca. Kelly found her best friend lying the back seat of the big Dodge Touring car, her legs splayed open and her hand making squishing noises as it worked over and around her pussy. Kelly stepped into the car and closed the door behind her. "I wondered if this was getting to you." Rebecca removed her fingers from her sopping snatch but left her hand between her legs. Her thighs clenched and relaxed. Her bottom lip quivered. "I can't help myself," she whined, "I need to cum." Kelly removed Rebecca's hand and covered the auburn furred mound with her own. "Yes. You're so wet." Slick with Rebecca's oily juices, Kelly's hand stroked back and forth in her friend's swollen slit. Rebecca's chest heaved, struggling to draw breath, as Kelly's hand paused over her swollen nubbin. "I keep trying to be a good girl." "Yes, you are. You're a good girl," Kelly murmured, her eyes glued to Rebecca's clit. "Just relax." "But I want it so bad." She groaned as Kelly's fingers brushed around the inside rim of her love tunnel. Kelly, her hand still massaging Rebecca's clit, pressed her body against the tall redhead and kissed her deeply. "First, I'll help you relax," she said. Rebecca answered with a whimper, her hips canted forward to increase the contact with Kelly's hand. "Then," Kelly continued, "I'll tell you how to enjoy Stevie. All you have to do is be careful." -=)0(=- The girls emerged a few minutes later, both flushed but looking relaxed, almost languid. Goldie shot them a knowing look. Rebecca blushed and busied herself with a makeup box so that she wouldn't have to meet Goldie's smug gaze. "Glad to see you back," Goldie took Kelly by the hand and led her to the pond. "You just sit right here. It's my turn to fuck your boyfriend and you're going to have a front row seat." Stevie aimed the camera so that he could capture Goldie and Bud in the foreground. Goldie knelt in front of Bud, holding his cock by the base, and looked toward Kelly. "Now you watch how I'm going to suck this piece of meat," Goldie said. "Then I'm going to ride this cock you keep hogging to yourself." Goldie sucked and stroked Bud's cock, making it hard and thick in her mouth. Kelly watched through the bushes, her hand alternating between her pussy and her breast as she watched her boyfriend enjoy Goldie's oral talents. Stevie waved and shouted, "Next," the signal for Kelly to join the shot. She crawled through the foliage and slid against Bud's lean body. He lay on the grass, still encumbered by his clothes, his cock standing as straight as a flagpole from his trousers. Goldie stood over him, one foot on each side of his hips, and slowly lowered her pussy toward the shiny, swollen shaft. Kelly grasped Bud's tool at the base and guided it into Goldie's pussy. The look on Goldie's face was indescribable. Her butt bobbed up and down in short jerks, impaling herself on his bulbous knob inch by inch. Once she'd taken his entire length inside her, she sat on Bud's lap, steadying herself on his chest. She paused to savor the feeling of his cock filling her pussy. Leaning forward like a jockey, she started pumping her hips up and down the long length of his shaft. Kelly knelt beside Goldie. Her hands cradled and stroked Bud's balls and Goldie's ass as they met at the bottom of each stroke. Her finger nestled against Goldie's pussy and teased the thin blonde's coral folds. Goldie leaned against Kelly for support. The two girls embraced, Kelly holding the other girl tight as Goldie concentrated on the tremors that built inside their bodies. Goldie slammed her body on to Bud's, trapping his cock inside her convulsing love tunnel. Her back arched and she screamed as she surfed across the waves of pleasure that crashed through her. Kelly helped her lay down on Bud's chest, petting and stroking the other girl's back as Goldie caught her breath. Kelly's caresses moved down Goldie's back, softly kneading her thin rump, before dipping into the creamy spend that oozed around Bud's still thick pole. This time it was Kelly who looked into the camera provocatively as she licked her fingers clean of the creamy goo. Goldie gave Bud a deep kiss and then climbed to her feet. She took Kelly by the hand and, followed by Stevie's lens, skipped through the bushes to the creek. Bud, propped up on his elbows, his tie askew, watched them go with his flaccid cock lying on his thighs. "Cut! Excellent!" Stevie shouted. "That was great." -=)0(=- Drained from his long train ride, RJ stood on the curb for a moment and took in the peace and quiet of his house on Bedlow Street. He took a deep breath of the azalea-scented air and lifted his case. He trudged up to the porch, suddenly weary. "Honey, I'm home," he called. Without breaking his stride, he climbed the stairs toward the bedroom he shared with his wife. As he moved up the hallway, he heard a slight splash of water and peeked into the bathroom. Harriet rose out of the tub to welcome him home. RJ stood frozen in the doorway, mesmerized by the sight of his voluptuous wife. She stepped out of the tub, wiping water from her big tits and brushing droplets from her curly mound. "You've been working very hard lately," she said, reaching for a towel. RJ's eyes devoured his wife's creamy, statuesque, form, almost as if he were seeing her for the first time. She dried herself, her eyes never leaving his. The towel lingered over her sex. She rubbed herself and shivered with excitement. Harriet stepped toward him, the towel shielding her body from his hungry eyes. "I just don't know what I can give you something to look forward to after a hard day at work." The towel dropped to the floor. It was almost an hour later before she was able to catch her breath. RJ had taken her on the bathroom floor. He hadn't smoothly seduced her like some Casanova or swept her into his arms like Valentino. He had fucked her like a man possessed, an animal hungry for her body. Reveling in his passion, she completely surrendered herself to him and was soon overwhelmed by her own feelings of love and lust. After the first round in the bathroom, they'd run to their bedroom like teenagers. Climbing on to the bed, she'd crawled on to all fours and wiggled her bottom invitingly towards him. RJ's eyes were glued to her wrinkled rosette as he crawled up behind her. His cock sprang stiff and he cradled her soft hips in his hands. Holding her steady, he slowly slid his rigid member inside her warm gooey cunt. He forced himself to go slowly. So slow that he shook with the repressed need to pound his cock into her and prove that she was still his. Harriet looked over her shoulder, one eye obscured by a lock of auburn hair. "Fuck me," she said. "I need another good fucking." A haze of lust enveloped him and he slammed his cock into her womb. Her tits shook and swayed with the force of his thrusts but he held her hips steady and continued to drive his shaft deep inside her. Harriet collapsed under his assault, her arms giving way but her ass still held in the air. RJ groaned and collapsed on top of her, a thin stream of his cum mixing with her juices in the puddle on the bed. -=)0(=- Harriet lay in bed next to her snoring husband. One of her hands strayed across her body, teasing the still sensitive parts of her sex as she relived their coupling. It dawned on her that she had found what she had been looking for. The only thing remaining was to discover the key to keeping him home, keeping him from wandering after a few weeks of marital bliss. RJ had pushed the bedspread down in the midsummer heat and Harriet noticed that, despite having cum twice, his cock was still thick but not quite hard. She slid under the sheet and, without using her hands, took his cock into her mouth. By the time RJ woke, his cock was fully erect, almost sore from its previous workout. He lifted the sheet and saw her bright green eyes looking up at him, her mouth still full of his cock. His cock made a popping sound as Harriet pulled it out of her mouth and left a searing, wet trail down his shaft with her tongue. "You know you're going to have to fuck me again," she said. RJ could only manage a soft groan as she straddled his lap and guided his sword to her waiting sheath. -=)0(=- The sun was setting as the group packed up and drove back to town, a little sunburned and very tired from the day's activities. Rebecca drove and dropped off Bud and Kelly before heading for the studio. Goldie helped Rebecca carry the props upstairs while Stevie gently transported his camera back to the studio. The girls listened to Stevie's excited rambling while he dashed around the loft packing the film and his notes into a case. Goldie gave them each a quick farewell kiss and, with one last squeeze of Rebecca's hand, left them alone. Shutting the door behind Goldie, Rebecca leaned against the door and gnawed her bottom lip with her fine, white teeth. Stevie stood in the middle of the room, looking around to see if there was anything else that needed to be packed for his trip to Baltimore. Rebecca moved smoothly toward him. Stepping into his arms, she folded her body against his in a smooth, fluid glide. They kissed, dancing to music that only they could hear, lost in each other's embrace. "I've been on fire for you all day long," Rebecca finally managed to gasp. Still pressed against Stevie, she undid his shirt and ran her hand down his smooth chest. Reaching his waist, she unbuckled his belt and pushed his trousers down to mid-thigh. "I can't stop. I don't want to stop," Rebecca said as she dragged him toward the bed. Stevie's hands shook as he undressed her. Naked, Rebecca lay back and pulled her knees up to her creamy white breasts. The light in the studio glistened in the dark furry patch between her legs. Her swollen pussy lips shone from the sheen of her nectar. No more words were spoken. No more talking was necessary. Stevie's manhood entered Rebecca smoothly and pushed past her ripe hymen with almost no resistance. They stared into each other's eyes as they lost themselves in each other. She locked her ankles behind his back, pulling him deeper and deeper with each stroke until she gave a choking scream and pulled his body against hers. Instead of lying in her arms, Stevie pushed away, frantically pulling his cock from her velvet tunnel. He gave his cock two quick strokes and splashed his seed across her quivering belly. -=)0(=- "It's getting close to midnight," Stevie said. "We need to be heading home." Rebecca's kiss suggested that she might have other ideas but they were interrupted when the door crashed open. Lance swayed drunkenly in the doorway. A cigarette dangled from his sneer and a whiskey bottle hung from his hand. "So this is where you've been giving it up, bitch?" He took a few unsteady steps into the room. "How did you find us?" Rebecca tried to maneuver behind a ratty old settee. "Your dad's car's in the alley. I was on my way home when I saw it." He set his bottle on a table and smiled at her. "But now we're going to have a little party." His head swiveled toward Stevie. "You already got your slice of pie, soda boy? I hope you let her clean up afterwards, I hate sloppy seconds." Lance looked back toward Rebecca. In that instant, Stevie launched himself against Lance. The boys tussled back and forth, crashing against the scattered furniture and props. Even as drunk as he was, Lance's size and strength soon gave him the upper hand. He landed a fast punch against Stevie's head, sending the thinner boy slumping bonelessly to the floor. Lance picked his cigarette off the floor, took a deep drag, and flicked it away. "So much for the warm-up, Babe. Now I'm going to get what I've been chasing after for months." Rebecca tried to dodge behind some props, hoping to hold Lance off until Stevie revived. Lance treated it like a game, laughing as he chased her around the loft. A loud whoosh from the dark room took their attention. "Shit, this place is on fire," Lance said. A tongue of bright yellow flame licked up the darkroom's curtain. Abandoning his game with Rebecca, Lance jumped up through the window and out onto the fire escape. Rebecca didn't wait to watch Lance run away. She ran across the room to Stevie. Helping him to his feet, they made their way past the rapidly spreading fire. They had almost made it to the stairs when Stevie wrenched away from her, diving back into the smoky room. Coughing, Rebecca crawled after him. She had only made it a few feet when he met her, pushing the case of film and his camera along the floor as he crawled toward the door and down the steps. Behind them, the darkroom's chemicals exploded in their cans, spraying the room with flames. The fire filled the loft as the old sets and costumes quickly ignited. Smoke poured into the alley and fire sirens howled in the humid night air. Stevie pushed Rebecca into the car and drove away through the narrow back streets. Safely away from the scene of the blazing warehouse, they stopped behind the practice field hedge. "I'm so glad you're all right," she panted between kisses. Chapter 15A week had passed since they'd made the movie. Bud arrived at the soda counter for his meeting with Stevie. He glanced at the front page of a newspaper he'd found folded on the corner of the counter. Opening the paper, he read the headlines while he waited for Stevie to take his break. "Says here that Lance will go on trial at the end of the month," Bud looked up, but Stevie occupied himself with the silverware. "The paper says he might get five years for arson." Stevie still didn't answer. One part of him might have pitied Lance for facing five years on the county farm but another part of him was happy that Rebecca could finally be his. If she'd have him. He nodded toward the bathroom. "Let's talk someplace more private," he told Bud. Inside the bathroom, Stevie handed Bud an envelope stuffed full of $10 bills. "This is your cut from the movie. Three hundred dollars for you and Kelly. I've already given Goldie her share." "Stevie, thanks. I mean, thanks for everything." Bud seemed embarrassed. "Will you be making any more cards or movies? I mean, now that your studio's gone…" "Naw. I think it's a good time to lay low for a while. I might take a couple of pictures of Goldie but I'll have to hold on to them until I find another darkroom and get some new equipment. Mr. McPherson said he'd help but I'm hoping to go to art school this fall, so I need to save my money." Bud tucked the envelope under his shirt. "Well, I guess you're right. Anyway, I gotta go." He turned toward the door. "Oh yeah, my old man wants me to ask you to Sunday dinner." "What?" Of all the things Bud could have said, that was one that Stevie hadn't anticipated. "Yeah, Rebecca turned red and shit but Dad says that she hasn't been able to finish a sentence without adding something about you all week, so it must be time for you to come to dinner." After Bud left, Stevie stood in the dark, cramped bathroom. He was so happy he felt as if his heart were going to burst. -=)0(=- Hugging the envelope full of money to his chest, Bud ran to his meeting with Kelly, arriving breathless at the park's old bandstand. The creaky old shelter stood in the shade of a gigantic oak tree. Making sure that no one was watching them, they scurried under the bandstand and found a soft place to sit in the warm darkness. "I got it," Bud said, holding out the envelope although she couldn't see the money. "It's enough for us to leave." "Bud. I've got to tell you something. I feel terrible." "What's the matter? We've got the money, more than we need really," Bud rambled. "We could leave this week. We don't have to wait for Labor Day. Maybe we could go to California, or maybe…" "Bud, listen to me. This morning…I, well, I'm not…I'm not pregnant." "What? How…" "Momma said that sometimes girls can get stressed or sick and that'll make them late." Her voice was on the verge of sobs. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. I wasn't trying to…" He gathered her into his arms, crushing her against his chest. "I know. I know," he whispered into her hair. "This just means that we've got more time together. We don't have to run away." "And you still…" "Yes, I still love you." Bud's mouth found hers in the darkness and he smothered her sobs with his kiss. "I brought you a present," she said. Kelly pressed a small foil square into his hand. Bud held it up against the dim light and tried to make out what it was. "What is it?" he asked. He could see the tiny writing on the side but couldn't make out what it said. "They're called condoms. Stevie got them for me. I'll show you how they're used." -=)0(=- The sun set on the quiet town of Kingsport. The setting sun cast a ray of warm, golden light on a white clapboard house on Bedlow Street as Bud Lostridge climbed his front steps. He moved as if in a dream, his feet knowing where to go without having to be told. In his mind, he replayed Kelly's words under the bandstand. "I want to be yours forever." The End. © Knave of Hearts 2003 Bedlow Street
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