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Chapter 5

A week later the roof began to fall in on Mara, sexually speaking, as the peeping toms began to collect their pounds of flesh. But first there was an angry scene with Mike that nearly drove her back to Rangoon.

Surly and argumentative on the phone, Mike had become increasingly irritated by Mara's failure to see him. Her excuses that she was exhausted by the new school burden were accepted for several days. But finally Mike became insistent.

"Jeeze baby I'm dying here without you," Mike said. "I sit in my office thinking about you and going through one erotic daydream after another. It was embarrassing yesterday. There was a woman in here on a tax matter who looked vaguely like you and I found myself thinking of balling you."

"Oh Mike, don't talk like that. Is anyone in the office now?"

"No… I thought of how great it would be to lean you up against my desk, lower your panties, take my cock out and shove it right up. Remember when I did that once about a month ago? You were terrified that someone would catch us fucking like mad."

"Please don't say things like that over the phone someone else may pick up the extension," Mara pleaded. Her boyfriend had this insane habit of using the telephone as a private sex line. He would go on provocatively for fifteen or twenty minutes several times a week, playing a game intended to work her up. But never, never as strong as he was now.

"Are you wet between the legs, baby?" he said now. "Think of how nice my tongue would be against your clitoris. Then I could suck your lovely tits till you got ready to explode. While my finger goes in and out of your hot, wet cunt."

Her face flushed pink as she heard him continue. He was much more graphic now than he'd ever been before. Usually he would work up his sex monologue very slowly, starting with a handful of comments on his interest in her as a girl, her conversational ability, her hair, her perfume. Then after ten minutes, when she had been put into the right erotic frame of mind, he would slip in the really dirty phrases, using words like "hot wet cunt." "my throbbing cock in your pussy." And so on until he had to quit because a client walked in or a long distance call had to be accepted.

"Baby… I am going nuts here," he was saying. "My peter is so hot for your little slit that I nearly put it in Mary Jane's fat ass a minute ago. See how desperate I am?"

The phrase made her laugh. Mary Jane was at windy bookkeeper of forty-eight or so with a backside that resembled the map of Texas and whenever Mike wanted to make her laugh, he'd fantasize what it would be like to ram his penis against her as she bent over her figures. "It would have to be a cock the size of a telephone pole to wake her up," he would say. "Besides, I think the last time Mary Jane had a cock in that leathery saddle between her thighs was when a Confederate soldier fucked her at Gettysburg."

She laughed again as he went on, but there was a new tone in his voice, a sense of anxiety that had not been there before. That and the incessant flow of hot sexy talk bothered her until she realized that he was trying desperately to get her in the mood to have intercourse with him. He was hoping that by bombarding her with a Niagara of sex on the wire, she would get so hot and wet that she'd be begging him to drop whatever he was doing and come to make love to her. And very often it worked.

But it wasn't working today, she realized. Her mind as so full of her affair with Ruth Peter that his erotic epithets collided with her ear like pebbles dashed against a high window. Finally she had to stop him. He would keep her there in a kind of aural bondage all afternoon and she had to shop because Ruth was coming for dinner.

"Mike dear I must go. I'm sorry."

"Do you really have to?" he asked hurriedly. "Listen I'll come over right after work and we'll shoot up to that place in Malibu you liked so much."

"I'd like to Mike. I-I just can't."

"Why not?" he asked with asperity. "You keep turning me down. What the hell did I do, for Christ sakes?"

"Nothing Mike… I'm just busy. I have a new job and I have reports to do, papers to correct. I'm just exhausted by dinnertime."

"Okay, we'll make it this Saturday. I can wait two more days, I guess, even if I'm going nuts."

"No, I can't. I have a faculty function I really must attend, Mike. I'm sorry."

"All right, we'll spend the afternoon together," he said despondently. "I know a good place for lunch near Hollywood. Or we can eat at Marina del Rey near the water."

When she balked again, he exploded. "Mara, what the hell's happening to us. I don't like this."

"Nothing, Mike. I'm just getting into a new job. The first semester is always tough going for a new teacher."

"So tough you have to turn me down every day for a week?" he said. There was a pause and then his voice became very edgy. "There's another guy right?"

"Oh Mike… " Mara began, sensing his growing anger.

"No… no tell me. I want to know. A girl I'm crazy about, whom I've been very close to… whom I've gone to bed with regularly suddenly backs away… Is that what it is? You're putting out for some one else?"

"Mike I don't think we should discuss this over the phone."

"You're tired of being balled by me right?" he said. "I should have seen it coming. It's been getting obvious for a long time. You're a very passionate girl and I'm not doing it good for you anymore. I mean in the sex department. Be honest with me Mara."

"You're saying nonsense, Mike," she said sharply. She hated it when he felt sorry for himself. And she knew what was coming next. She was familiar with his moods.

"Mara, please marry me," he said quietly.

She sighed. "No, Mike. We agreed we'd forget marriage or if we wanted it, it would happen years from now. We agreed we'd just have fun."

"How the hell can we have fun if you never see me?" he said frustratedly. "You know how I am. Unless I get layed every day I'm no good for anything. For months I've been getting into your pussy or eating it. Or you eating my cock. Then suddenly I'm begging for it."

"Mike, stop it, stop it right now," she said irritably. The trouble was that he was right, she thought sadly. She had made love to him every night ever since their third date in Los Angeles and she had done it because he fascinated her. He was bright, told good jokes and liked to live in an elegant style. If he had any shortcomings as a lover it was that he was oversexed and too physically demanding. And he took absurd risks with her, even in his own office. And yet she had not minded that too much in the long run.

Not even when be had played a joke on his aging bookkeeper, she remembered. He had placed her in his chair and had made her call the woman in on the intercom buzzer. Then while Mara discussed some letter that he wanted Mary Jane to double check, he had sucked Mara's already moist pussy.

The idea was typical of his yen for practical jokes. When she had refused at first, he had insisted. If she could come without the bookkeeper guessing what was happening, he would take her to Las Vegas for the weekend. So she had called the dense woman in and explained that her boss, Mike, had asked Mara to give her some message while he was at the bank.

Then while Mary Jane sat opposite her making notes in her pad about what letters to check for cost figures on some new corporate projects, she had spread her legs. Mike, on his knees had crept between her thighs and pushing aside the crotch piece of her panties with his forefingers had begun to play with her clitoris. The sensation was so strong that she caught her breath.

Mary Jane Travers, a buxom woman who always smelled of oranges-she ate them incessantly between meals to cut down on her craving for high calorie sweets and cakes-had looked at her with concern.

"Are you all right, Miss Blake'?" she began.

At that instant Mike chose to run his tongue into her slit and she had almost fainted from the pleasurable hot flush she experienced.

"No… no… I'm just a little tired. Didn't have much sleep last night."

Mary Jane had stood up. "I've got some extra potent vitamins in my desk. Let me give you those. They'll give you more energy,"

"No, please, I'll be okay. Let me just finish giving you these. Now in the case of Midwestern Tractors Corporation, They are proposing a four million dollar addition to their Kansas plants and-eeh!"

She stopped and groaned as Mike's long, hot and pointed tongue had targeted expertly the most sensitive area of her pussy.

"Are you sure you're not ill, Miss?" Mary Jane repeated solicitously. "It might be a lot better if you lay down on the couch."

At that point Mike, the son of a bitch, had nearly given the thing away by laughing. And Mara had to admit it was funny. Yes it damned well would have been better if she could have lain down on the couch across the room, so she could spread her thighs and enjoy the delightful sexual jolts that were flooding through her body. She had wanted to laugh herself as Mary Jane pinpointed her need so well. But she had to cough instead, as loudly as possible, so that the bookkeeper would not understand what was going on below.

But the cough had caused extra problems. It had gone on so long and caused such apprehensions in the middle-aged woman that she had raced around the desk, as fast as her thick legs could get her there. Mara nearly died as the bookkeeper pounded heavily on her back. But what really concerned her was that Mike insisted on continuing to suck her vagina. If the bookkeeper's eyes ever strayed below her knees she mighty readily see Mike sucking her pussy like a sex-hungry sailor going down on a barmaid!

But she could not get up. Mike was holding on too tightly to her legs. So she had leaned forward to cover the aperture of the desk and keep the good woman from seeing what was happening to her.

It was not easy. The silly goose kept leaning over her and pounding and watching her with growing anxiety until Mara had to summon all her resources to keep from laughing out loud. And Mike's hyperactive tongue working madly between her thighs made things no easier.

Finally after what seemed like centuries, her vagina seemed to explode and she found herself gasping and shaking in the leather swivel chair.

"Good Lord," Mary Jane cried. "You're having convulsions. You need a doctor. Let me put you on the couch… I'll get one right away. There's a good one on the eighth floor."

The poor woman fiddle faddled so heavily around her that Mara was convinced that she would lift her bodily and carry her across the room. The only way Mara could think to stop her was by putting her head down on the desk and whispering that she was all right. She had simply experienced a fainting spell and would be fine in a few moments. But the woman persisted in hovering about her until Mara nearly went out of her skull. If she pulled back the executive chair she was sitting on, Mary Jane would see Mara's panties pulled down over her legs and her pussy sopping wet from Mike's passion.

Suddenly she had a thought that saved her.

"Can you get me some brandy," Mara said weakly. "Brandy always helps me at a time like this."

Mary Jane looked bewildered at her request and then smiled.

"There's a liquor shop down the block. I'll get you a bottle."

"Let me pay you," Mara said, fetching a ten dollar bill from her purse, her head still down. But Mary Jane would have none of it. It would go on her boss's expense account. After all Mara had fainted while doing his work hadn't she? Mara nodded shyly and closed her eyes to keep from snickering.

They had both roared with laughter when Mary Jane had gone out and she still recalled the joke with pleasure. But that was a long while ago and things had changed. She could simply not start anything new with Mike. And she had promised Ruth she would drop him as soon as she could.

"I'll call you when I'm free again, Mike," she said firmly. "I have to go now."

"Jesus, let's talk for a minute. Maybe we can figure something out," he wheedled. "You're always sloughing me off. Mara, whatever I've done, I'm sorry… I love you. You know that."

His little-boy tone touched her deeply. She could not bear to hurt him. She backtracked a little.

"Maybe we could have an early dinner tomorrow night," she suggested. Her mind was calculating Ruth's movements. Ruth had told her she had to do some shopping and dress fittings right after school. She could tell Ruth that since she could not figure her time too accurately, the best thing would be to meet her later at her house. Ruth would not be suspicious if she agreed to come later to her home around nine.

Mike was delighted with the idea and. readily accepted. She did not realize what a mistake it was until the following night. The dinner and her early departure only reinforced his jealousy and his belief that she was lying to him.

The dinner went along beautifully. Mike took her to one of the best seafood places on the beach near Malibu. The wine he ordered and the food, lobster thermidor cooked to perfection, the lovely decor of the restaurant with its plate glass window fronting on the restless ocean-all of pleased her very much.

But as the clock crept toward eight, she began to be apprehensive. She had promised Ruth to meet her by nine-fifteen at the latest.

"I think we'd better go, Mike," she said finally.

"But why baby?" he laughed. "I was going to order some Benedictine and brandy-you love that. And then I thought we'd drive along the water, get the cool breeze. Maybe even stop and do a little loving," he finished with a leer mixed with his usual grin.

"No… I have to go home," she said. "I-I have to do a report."

"I'll help you, then," he laughed. "I'm great at reports. And we can squeeze in a little screwing too," he added softly.

"No," she said. "I-I have to deliver it to my boss, Miss Peter," she said quickly. Too quickly because he remained unconvinced.

"You're dumping me for another date, right?" he said flatly…

"No I'm not," she protested. "We agreed on an early dinner-just as we said. And that we'd break it off early."

"But it's only eight-thirty, for Pete's sake!"

When she remained adamant, he drove her home, keeping a sullen silence most of the way. She tried to rouse him out of his grim mood but gave up finally. He barely kissed her on the cheek and drove away. Mara went into her apartment, called Ruth to apologize for coming late, and left a few minutes later.

Driving like the wind, she did not notice the familiar car following her from a distance. Had she done so, she would have panicked. Mike was following her all the way, making sure that at least one or two cars moved between them.

At Ruth Peter's house, she parked and ran toward the door. Ruth had been polite on the telephone but cool. She hated being kept waiting.

Still, Mara's warm smile and the girl's beauty melted her intended frostiness. She forgot the lecture she had prepared and the warning that Mara must never do this again. Instead, she threw her arms around the Eurasian and hugged her tightly.

"If you only knew how much I missed you darling," she cooed in her ear. "Did you have dinner?"

Mara nodded. "Just a hamburger but I'm not hungry." Ruth eyed her quietly. "Sure you don't want to eat any thing?"

Mara shook her head. Ruth took her by the hand and led her to the master bedroom.

"Well, I want to eat you darling," she whispered "Very, very much."

Outside Mike, puzzled by Mara's sudden departure and her arrival at the mansion-like property, crept around to the lighted window in the rear.

Perhaps Mara was telling the truth. Maybe she had to do the report for her boss. But then why had she left the apartment ten minutes after she entered it? Again, giving her the benefit of the doubt, he reasoned that her boss might have called and demanded that she bring it over right away. Maybe she wanted to work on it with Mara.

But something kept nagging at him. Why couldn't she have waited another half hour in the restaurant? he asked himself petulantly. And why was she consistently breaking their dates. There must be another guy involved, he told himself doggedly. Nobody just rushed off like that. The report crap he was reluctant to believe. She was a beautiful girl and he was sure some of the guys on the faculty were dying to get into her pants. Well, he damned well intended to find out if that was what was actually happening.

Creeping on tiptoe to the window that was lit, he peered into the sliver of glass that had not been rendered opaque by the window shade. As he stared, he saw nothing for a moment and then he gasped. Mara was stark naked.

And she was not with a man. She was with a woman who was as naked as she and the woman was on her knees busily licking Mara's pussy.