"Hungry for boys" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kelly Joan)

CHAPTER THREE

I was just stepping out of the shower when Jackie popped through the door all bright and unbelievably bushy-tailed after our night before.

"That man is here!" she bubbled, brandishing a bitten piece of toast. "Mr. Lomax!"

"Maurice Lomax?" I asked. Jackie nodded.

Maurice owned two shops in the city. I'd talked to him a lot about the business of buying and selling expensive old things and he knew plenty. I remembered him asking for my address once, but couldn't imagine what he wanted with me now.

"Hurry up and get dressed," Jackie scolded. "I'm making him some coffee." She started out the door, turned. "By the way, what happened last night after I drifted off? Scott acted really weird this morning."

I had my back to her. "Oh?"

"Yeah, weird. He took off early. I think he was brooding." She bit her toast. "And smug, too. You gotta admit, that's acting weird. You two didn't get into one of those arguments again, did you?"

"Maybe I did let him have a few points."

Jackie laughed. "Well hurry up, damn it. Your Mr. Lomax makes me nervous." With a swish of blonde hair Jackie disappeared.

I patted my breasts dry and smoothed the towel over my belly. I was in a quandary. Mr. Lomax. I'd almost forgotten him. I'd been asking questions of a vendor at the flea market and Mr. Lomax had overheard. Relaxed, easy face. Piercing brown eyes.

I dragged the towel through my legs and slipped into a pair of fresh panties. My same jeans, I'd have to make a trip to the laundromat soon. I opened the door a crack and hollered to Jackie.

"Bring me one of your T-shirts, okay?" I sat on the toilet and thought about what in the world Mr. Lomax might want to talk to me about. Jackie opened the door and hit me in the face with a striped, slightly frayed jersey.

"It'll have to do." She made a face. "Hurry up, willya. I think I bore him." The door closed.

A tinge of lipstick, a little eyeshadow and I waltzed out. Mr. Lomax rose as I entered the room. I gave him my hand and he held it very gently, made a slight bow.

Maurice Lomax seemed larger inside the apartment, so close. His grey hair, the diamond ring on his left hand. We sat. Jackie brought in some coffee. Mr. Lomax looked up at me.

"First I'd like to say that I've always been impressed by your knowledge of antiques, Shelby. Usually it takes an antique such as myself to know anything about them at all."

"You don't look so old," Jackie said. Muffled laugh. We all sipped our coffee.

"I try to stay in shape," he said. "Please, I want you both to call me Maurice from now on." It hinted to me of a continuing relationship. His smile was perfect. I found him looking directly at me twice and dropped my eyes modestly. Maybe an oversexed old dude looking at a potential mistress. Or maybe…

"I have a deal to put to you," Maurice said. He smiled, tilted his head. "May as well come right out with it and let you decide. Would you like to run a shop for me? I'm acquiring a new one in Holdenville and it will need looking after." He sat back with his coffee while I came mildly unglued. I opened my mouth three times before any words came out.

"Wow." Fumble with the coffee cup. "You want me to… yes, run this new shop for me. I know you can do it. A man who works for me at present doesn't know half what you do about antiques." His brown eyes smoldered, caressed me from where he sat.

"I guess I should think about it some." I couldn't believe I'd said that. "…but I think I'd like to very much." I looked up at him. Those brown eyes were something else. "Yes, I think I'd love it."

"Wonderful!" Maurice Lomax downed more coffee. "I'd like to drive you up to Holdenville on Friday and show you the place. Really lovely part of the state. And not so far away from the city that you couldn't get back from time to time."

We chatted, sipped from our cups. Maurice was studying me and not trying to hide the fact. Looking for chinks in my character? Or just sizing me up for his bed? I blushed at my own perversity. Not that there was anything really perverse about Maurice digging on a chick in her twenties. In reality he was probably a kind, fatherly type of guy. Anyway I liked him.

"Well, I must be off," he said, getting up. Jackie darted around gathering cups and then left us alone.

"Friday then?" I was beaming, about to jump up and down now that what he'd offered me was at last sinking in. I nodded and said goodbye.

When Jackie came back, she was jumping up and down just like I was doing now that Maurice had left. She wanted to buy a bottle of champagne, plan another party.

"I haven't really said I will for positive yet."

"Oh, you will!" She hugged me up off the floor.

"Yeah, I guess I will."

While Jackie went out to do some shopping, I sat down to make a list of things to get done before I could possibly make the move to Holdenville. I heard Scott come in, smiled a hello and returned to my list.

"Got you something," he said, plopping down on the sofa next to me. Small box, tissue paper, red ribbons. I undid it and held the silk scarf up to the light to see the colors.

"Nice." I looked at him sidewise with one eye. "Any special reason?"

"Pretty girl, pretty scarf."

A big shot now. I knew he was gloating over fucking me, had probably composed the jive he'd tell his friends when he got back to Denver. His conquest, his twenty-eight year old fuck… loose and sexy Shelby Jean.

"Well thank you very kindly, sir." I returned to my list. Scott hung close. After a moment I felt his fingers on my shoulder. I persisted with pad and pencil. Breath on my ear, then a sloppy neck kiss. I wanted it not to excite me, but alas my crotch became sticky even before Scott took his mouth away. And what was I thinking? Of having him on his back, hands tied to the bedposts, feet too. Shame on you, Shelby. I smiled.

"Let's go fuck."

I shook my head. "Huh-uh."

"Come on. You want to." He put the tip of his tongue against my earlobe, made my earrings jingle.

"Just because you want to, you think… come on."

I wrote down some words on my pad. I wrote a paragraph while impudent Scott showed me what a son-of-a-bitch with girls he had become overnight. I dotted the end of a sentence and ripped the page off for him to read. He started it aloud after a cocky look my way. I bit the pencil to contain my glee.

"Poor Scott is not really the lover he thinks he is. He didn't even try to make Shelby come and of course she didn't…" Scott looked at me. His facade was chipping off at the corners but his Adam's apple bobbed and he continued bravely… "He was a much nicer person when he was himself. Shy. Unsure of himself a little like all of us are…" He cleared his throat. I knew he wanted to quit but had to save face and go on with it now that he'd started. "…if Shelby had wanted a he-man fuck, she could have called up an old boyfriend…" The muscles moved at the side of Scott's head. He pressed his lips together, tossed the sheet in my lap.

"Okay, I can dig it." He got up. I looked at his slim hips, his shirt tail hanging out. Such a sweet little piece when he acted his age. He turned, glared at me. "You think I'm an asshole. Well, maybe I am."

"You're not an asshole." I put the pad and pencil aside. "I think you're beautiful. I wouldn't say it unless I meant it." Sudden hope lit his face. He was very tan, sunstreaked, scrumptious-looking. The crotch of his Levi's was bulging fight.

"I guess things did get kinda funny last night…"

"Oh?" I would let him unwind the tangle.

"You with that tattoo and all and then being…"

"It was fun," I said frankly. "I didn't know I liked being on top that much."

"Did you like me being on top?" His eyes were expectant, afraid. I closed mine, sucked the pencil, finally looked up again.

"Not particularly." I shrugged. "Maybe I was in a conquering mood last night."

Scott paced. His fists were clenched at his sides. "I knew I could never understand women…"

I giggled to deflate his slender philosophy. "You still have a long time to learn." He shrugged, dropped onto the sofa beside me. I could sense a change in tactics.

"Let's go fuck," he whispered into my ear. His hand warmed my thigh. I wished that my scorpion could sting through my jeans.

"Jackie will be back in a little bit. And besides, I'm not so sure I'm in the mood." I was. Scott was not going to find that out. I could tell Scott didn't like the idea of being discovered by his sister. Maybe Scott had thought about fucking Jackie and nee versa for her.

"Let's go take a walk. We could get some booze."

I picked up the pencil and pad again. "Where do you want to go?"

"You could drive us up to the hills. I'll buy gas…"

"My Volks isn't feeling too well lately." I was enjoying holding him at bay. Perverse little Ultimate Fuck Off me. Scott had his hand on my leg again. My pussy felt deliciously wet. "Okay, maybe that would be fun." I scribbled again on a fresh sheet of the pad. "I'll leave a note for Jackie."

We put the sunroof down and I stopped by a liquor store to get Scott some beer. Teenagers were all beerahollcs nowadays and Scott was worse than most. We drove out of the city and into the hills. Maybe I wasn't any good for Scott. Emasculating influence. Pinching off his buds too early in the season. But after I finished one of the beers, I was having too much fun to think about it. Scott stripped his shirt and rode along with his arm out the window. I nursed my poor Volksy along, keeping an ear cocked for any strange noises from the engine compartment.

"Hey stop! A trail!" Scott was bouncing in the seat. I swung around. We parked in the shade and pulled the sunroof closed.

We walked about a mile into the pines and scrub oak, rested and walked same more. Soon we could no longer hear the traffic from the highway, no voices of picnickers, nothing but the buzzing of the woods and the wind.

It was getting hot. At the edge of a small meadow I stopped and sat in the tall grass. Scott put the rest of the beer in a small brook and came to sit down beside me. I knew what he was going to start, but I had made up my mind to have things my way. We talked a little about my moving to Holdenville, about how he would come visit me when he got his driver's license.

"All the way from Denver?"

"Sure," Scott said. "I'm gonna go everywhere when I get a car. Just camp out on the side of the road. Sleep in jails." He smiled boyishly. "You can do that in the south, you know. These little towns will let you spend the night in a jail if you can't find anyplace else."

"You're so fun to have around, they might want to keep you." Hand on my thigh again. Scott kissed me. Such a lousy kisser, but lips so sweet and curvy soft.

"Lay on your back," I told him.

"Here we go again."

"I promise you'll like this. My special for high-school boys…"

"Aw, Shelby, you can lay off of the…"

"Sorry…" I nipped his nose, then hovering over him, kissed his cheeks, his chin, finally teasing his chapped lips with my tongue. "I'm going to teach you to kiss."

"What's wrong with the way I…"

"You're terrible." I shrugged to let him know there was nothing repugnant about it. "Like most guys your age." Scott shut up and let me tickle his lips some more with my tongue. I wet him until his cheeks glistened with spit. Then I let my mouth only just touch his.

"Open up, Scott. I'm not the dentist."

He laughed, parted his lips. I parted mine to match and let the sensitive surfaces rub together, pushing down, teasing back again. When he tongued, I took mine away.

"Patience…" I let him feel just the tip and took it away again. "You'll have more of it in a little bit." As slyly as possible, I'd edged a leg over one of his. My hands were trembling as I undid his belt, but I managed to cover pretty well. With Scott's fly loose, I spread my fingers against his flat belly and slid them under the elastic band of his shorts. His crinkly hair was warm, damp from our hike up the trail. I hooked his cock upwards from the binding underwear and petted it.

"Jesus Christ…!" Scott licked his lips and I caught his tongue between my teeth and worked it playfully. He made motions of rolling over, of grabbing me. I quelled them by beginning a kissing journey down his neck and chest. He shivered when I sucked his nipples.

With my right hand I gently pumped the skin of his cock. Again that feeling of having control. I knew enough about my head to see that I was completely satisfied with my own femininity. No cock envy for Shelby Jean. I was a chick, a nice-looking one. I loved that squiggly, velvet hole between my legs, loved to have it filled with cock. Even loved to play with it myself. I was a girl. I dug men. Did it really matter… all that stuff about bottom or top? Come on Shelby, shuck those guilt feelings. I nuzzled in Scott's navel, tongued its depths.

"Uhhhh, Shelby…" Scott took my shoulders as if he might want to urge me down beside him, but I disobeyed, continued my licking explorations. I let him feel my lips on his glans. He was coming apart, but trying bravely to keep things under control.

"What a pretty cock!" I slurped his prick, lapped it, ended by taking the length suddenly to the very back of my throat. The surprise of hot spit and suckling cheek brought Scott up off the ground.

"Goddamn!"

I pressed him down again, laughing. "Come on, let's see if you learned your first lesson about kissing." I tickled my way back to his mouth and gave him my parted lips. He did a pretty good job of touch and go. I wet the corners of his mouth to let him see how many fun places there were.

"Men are really pretty single-minded when it comes to loving. They think about a girl's cunt and sometimes their tits. I went with a guy once who finally quit kissing me at all. Said it compromised him."

Scott wasn't listening. His neck had gone splotchy where I'd been kissing it and, when I glanced down the shadowed lines of his body, I noticed the changed coloring of his cock. In the outdoor light it seemed bigger than the night before and the crown was dark, dark purple. When I moved my hand upwards, the flared ridge of his prick swelled like a fleshy barb. Quietly, I undid my jeans. Scott stirred, opened his eyes.

"Just stay cool, big fella." I thumped his chest with a fist. "Trust Shelby Jean." He let out breath.

"Okay… teacher."

I had my jeans off now, rolled back against him. "Is it so bad being a student?" I stroked his cock, passed my tongue under the lobe of his ear. Scott had to smile. I knew how good I was making his prick feel.

"Can I at least touch you… you know…"

I grabbed his wrist and guided it down between my thighs. His fingers froze there at first, as if he was afraid he might get me on my high horse again. I put my lips close to his ear.

"You may touch my pussy, slave." Joking and not joking. Just saying the words made me shiver excitedly.

Scott touched my cunt. He was learning. His fingers just grazed the honey-damp meat. I could feel my swollen cuntlips parting. He pushed harder and the sheer material of my panties pushed up into my pussy. His fingers were wet now, searching for the edge of the crotchband. Scott found a place to get under and then I had to close my eyes.

My hand lay still against his cock and I reminded myself to keep jacking him off. A slishy, fucky sound as he dug softly in the hot depths of my cunt. My turn to groan… I opened my mouth wide and sucked his mouth ravenously.

"I love you, Shelby," he said through the kiss.

"You always say that when you're hot to fuck."

"Maybe you made me see something. The other night when…"

"Shut up and give me your tongue." Scott licked out and I sucked his tongue deep into my mouth, stroking him again with my hand. The sun in his hair smelled good. I twisted against him. My cunt was really flooding now. I always had been the gushy type, but what the hell, fucking was better wet than dry.

Scott pulled my panties down around my thighs and went on fingering my pussy. Much improvement. I snaked a leg over Scott's thigh. Gently, cleverly I edged my weight up. Half on him now, still massaging his rigid cock. My pussy soaked his knuckles. The slippery sound of it was almost as good as the feel.

Scott put his hands on my back, hugged me down upon him. I rose to put a breast in the vicinity of his mouth and he picked up on that hint right off.

"Owww… not so hard, baby." I smoothed his hair out of his face, watched my nipple disappear in his mouth, pop out and disappear again. I was straddling Scott's body, knees bent at his sides. Reaching between our bellies, I steadied his prick as I backed up on it. The constricting ring of muscles at the opening of my cunt rode softly around his glans and I stopped there. I tightened my pussylips down on his cockhead as hard as I could. He looked at me with obvious surprise.

"I never… felt anything like that before."

I moved my pussylips again, rocking my hips. The velvet folds of my cunt sucked around his tip. My turn to be smug. I smiled, gave him a dramatically wanton kiss.

"How do you do that… I mean…"

"See, it isn't so bad being the student, now is it?"

We kissed again. Scott was hot and I could tell my lessons had done some good. He fucked slower, was more considerate of my tender places. I fucked down on him and reveled in the feeling of his cockshaft sliding into my pussy. My pussylips burned against his rigid cockflesh as he pushed upwards with short pumping motions. An inch, two, three. Who cared how deep. I was enough for him and he was enough for me.

The lighted meadow flickered around us. Sun dappled Scott's arm and I kissed its soft hollow and licked again over his nipples. With my knees bent up alongside his body I could raise and lower my cunt on his cock with little exertion. When I sat straight up on him, his cock gouged wonderfully inside my cunt. His prick was deep now, very deep. As deep as I'd ever been fucked anyway. Since no man had ever gotten to the furthest reaches of my pussy.

"Why don't you take off your glasses," Scott said. It was so crash barn out of the blue that I laughed as I peeled them off.

"Not sexy enough for you?" I brought my lips teasingly close to his.

"No, it's not that. I just was afraid we might break them."

"When you get rough?"

"Come on… I'm the student, remember?"

We kissed, the glasses forgotten. We kissed again and our pulses quickened together. My spit leaked into his mouth, down his chin. I twisted my teeth hard against his lips. We were caught up in our fucking now. I rolled my ass down hard against him and when I raked my boiling cunt up off of his hard cock, I clinched the ringed muscle like before, stripping his prick.

Scott grunted with pleasure and hugged my back. He felt my asscheeks, almost touched the tan knot of my asshole. The passing tickle of his fingers made me gasp for his lips again. I loved to kiss him now that he was taking time to kiss.

Scott raised his knees, dropped them flat again. I knew he wanted to turn over, but I was braced, I was in my fuck rhythm. I could almost time my come, could feel it way off at the end of a long tunnel, rushing headlong.

"My… nipples… Scott, please… suck my tits."

Scott sucked a nipple between his teeth and nibbled until I winced happily. His hips moved up from the ground and I fucked him, fucked the stiff cockshaft that fucked away the softness inside of my pussy. Framing Scott's face with my hands, I dug deep into his mouth with my tongue, fucking him with it, straining to reach his throat as the slick sounds of our fucking grew more frantic.

I couldn't seem to fuck fast enough. The rub of his lovely thick cock against my clit was fire on fire. Scott's fingers moved over my back, along the sides of my tits and under the soft droop of my belly to where my pussy was fucking his cock. I felt his touch there, shy again as he discovered the miracle of how we were fitted together, the wondrous wet stabbing of his prick as it fucked me over and over. I was coming! A quick, onrushing little tickle. Then close behind came the real come… the glory of what we'd been doing for the past half hour.

"Oh God, hold me tight, Scott honey! Oh Jesus!" I babbled, fucking my cunt viciously against the shelf of his pubic bone.

"Ahhhh… ohhhh… Sssscottt!"

It killed me slowly, torturously. The harder I tried to find that insane itch and put it out, the more intensely it raked my senses. The final burst of goodness left me tremblingly weak. I gasped for air against sweet Scott. I was so damned pleased with him, pleased with myself. It had been the best fuck I'd had in over a year. I tried to focus on Scott's eyes.

"You come, honey?"

"Naw. It's okay." He grinned. "I will."

I rested for a while in his arms, a little annoyed that he couldn't get off like I had. The old top and bottom hangup? So it seemed. Maybe I was being too idealistic. Dumbass romantic ideas of coming together. Oh well. Scott was making movements under me like he wanted to be top dog for a while. Though I shouldn't have been irritated, I was a little. I smiled through it, let him roll me over.

"Let me rest for a second, okay?" I flopped down on my stomach. Scott kissed my back, stroked my bottom. The sun felt good, my body felt good. I closed my eyes and thought of getting my sex life straightened out. Or was it straightened out… my sex life that is? There was a nagging fear that Scott would turn out to be trouble before it was all over. I felt guilty for having taken him this far down the yellow brick road. Shelby, the wicked witch of the East. I could only hope he didn't get crazy with this love thing. But I had enjoyed him.

I let myself remember his smooth, uncontrived expression as I had burst into the throes of my come. Shelby had fucked herself a boy. Maybe not ultimate, but still a nice fuck. Scott's hand had strayed over my sunwarmed ass and was playing in the moist meat of my cunt.

"Mmmmm," I protested, "it's tender."

He parted my knees, knelt behind me. My tits were flattened against the warm grass. I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable now that my senses were returning to normal. But Scott had his own come on his mind. He hooked fingers under my pelvis and lifted me until he could match the angle of my cunt to his cock. Well, well. The boy wonder was really striking out into new territory.

He was going to fuck me dog-style.

"Your cock still won't fit," I said, holding my laugh. "You have to get me higher."

"Well help a little, why don't you." Mad. The boy wonder had his balls full of hot come and he was mad. I scooted my knees forward in the grass, felt him probing my cunt with the tip of his cock. He found the slit of my cunt and his prick entered. I made sure his cock was good and deep and then eased back down on my belly. The damp grass was cool, tickled my navel. He fucked slowly, grasping my hips with fresh savagery. But I was exaggerating things… Scott was not the savage type. He was just fucking my cunt like he thought he should be kicking it.

"I never… I never fucked like this before…" His breath warmed my back. He moved my hair aside and kissed the nape of my neck.

"Like it?"

"It's tight. Your cunt's real tight oohhh…"

Hearing his pleasure made me ashamed. Come on Shelby, let the kid have a good come. You got yours after all. I arched my back, moved my pussy for him. His cock gouged the sensitive surfaces of my pussy, but I gritted my teeth and tried to make it good. Only a minute or so could have passed when Scott's hands clawed suddenly at the jutting hardness of my pelvic bones. He lifted me up onto my knees and crawled forward, dog-like to fuck me.

Scott was no taller than I was and I was surprised with the strong lunges of his fuck strokes. But I wasn't excited. I felt like crawling away from him, leaving the finish to his own imagination. Cruel, cruel Shelby Jean. How did I get so detached about things, so perverse? It was strange because at the same moment I was loving his fucking. The swing of his balls as he brought his ass under, up and in. Inside, yes in my pussy! The angle made his prick stretch my cunt, and I could feel a new tingling around the muscles of my sphincter where his cock pressed each time he shoved deep.

Scott growled sharply and pressed a hot cheek against my back. I was trying to hold his weight, but my arms had begun to tremble. His cock hardened, swelled deep in the folds of my pussy. The sensation was terribly exciting, and for a second I wondered if I might be able to catch him, come at the same time as he did.

He pulled his prick out slowly, then just as slowly shoved my cunt full again. I gasped. It was damn good fucking. He fucked me slow again, tantalizing me with that huge purple tip that by now seemed as if it were going to burst against my dripping cuntlips. But this time, when he put his prick in deep, I felt his ass muscles buck. He fucked in short, sharp jabs. I thought I felt the slick cockshaft pulsing against my cuntwalls as it unloaded hot cream.

"Ahhh… uhh," Scott groaned.

His hands were hurting my hips, but I remained silent. In a few more seconds I sensed the wilting of his prick inside me. His arms went slack. His head drooped even more heavily against my back. I let myself slide forward again into the wild grass and closed my eyes.

Scott pulled his prick free from the clinging suction of my pussy and knelt between my spread knees. A slimy droplet hit the back of my thigh and immediately cooled there. My own excitement was now suspended. I would have liked it better if we'd gone off together… this second fuck had me teased out of my mind.

I ground my teeth together and made a fucking motion with my mound down against the grassy earth. Scott was humming something… a bubblegum rock tune he'd been trying to work out on his guitar.

When I heard him go into the woods to piss, I wiped off his come with my panties and slipped bare-assed into my Levi's. I felt spaced walking back down to the car.

Driving back to town, Scott kept taking my hand, squeezing it, giving me love-dog looks. I would have felt more at ease if he'd sucked a finger, run his tongue against my palm. I couldn't figure him out.

"I'm not going back to Denver," he said. "I'm going to get a job down here so I can be around you."

"I won't be around this summer, Scott." I told him about Maurice Lomax and the probability of me working out of town.

"Then I'll come up there to Holdenville."

"No, you won't. I'll be busy." He looked morose as hell. I felt like pulling off the road and digging his cock out of his jeans right there on the edge of the freeway. Shape up Shelby. How could I convince even my most lustful self that I could find Scott fascinating company? After all people didn't fuck all day. There were times you just had to talk, eat, goof off together. Scott would turn out to be a grand bore. A terrific kid, but a bore to have to live with. My sensible self won out for the time being.

I glanced at his smooth chest. The air streaming in from the vent tossed his hair back from his shoulders. Yeah, he could turn out to be a huge bore. Even when I was fucking him I sometimes got a little strung out. (And a minute later wanted to fuck him all over again!) But he was sexy! I was seeing this part of Scott more all the time.

I returned my attention to driving.