Laura left his office quickly. Avoiding Mr. Lawson in the hall, Laura ran to the parking lot and drove home in a hurry for a drink.
Chapter 6
Remorse Laura lay in Bert's arms. He had been napping, and she was afraid to move for fear of awakening him. Finally, she had to stretch, since her muscles felt cramped and restless.
With her gentle movement he stirred, and he opened his eyes. Bert looked at her, smiling. It was the same sexy grin that still turned her on. Although Laura had had one massive orgasm earlier in the evening, she still yearned for more.
"Hi," he leered at her. "Ready for more action?"
"Always," she breathed, petting his limp prick.
"I'm hungry," he groaned. "You're starving me."
"I'll fix you something," Laura offered eagerly. She loved to cook for Bert, and she made supper for him often. She wanted to do everything for him.
"Naw. I'm in the mood to go out," he said, watching her closely for her reaction.
Laura shuddered at the thought of being seen in public with Bert. She had given the matter deep thought and realized that they shouldn't be seen together.
Doesn't he realize how dangerous it is for me? How can I be seen out with a child?
Bert was stubborn, as he had been in the past many times. He loved to sit in dark lounges and eat and drink and listen to music. She loved all that, too, but now she was afraid.
He occasionally let Laura use one of her credit cards to pay for it, but he was a fairly good sport.
I guess his grandmother's money isn't completely gone yet.
He had finally told her that he wasn't working, and he was trying to get into another college. He had been thrown out of the last school recently.
They had had one big argument over being seen together in public, and Bert had won it. Laura had given in that time and all the other times, because she was so afraid he would get bored and stop seeing her. She'd take any risk to keep him. Yet, she held her breath every time they walked together into a restaurant or a bar. Laura well knew how much criticism she would get from her family and friends if they found out about her love affair with a young boy.
"Couldn't we stay home? I feel so nervous when we're out. What if your mother and dad should find out about us? They'd never forgive me!"
"No. I want some night life. The only thing I like to do at home is screw. But I'm not going to force you to go. I can go alone."
That was his ultimate threat that always defeated her. Laura knew that this handsome boy wouldn't stay alone for long. He could pick up any young, beautiful girl he wanted – and they both knew it.
"Okay. I'll go. I want to be with you." Laura kept her fears to herself. She didn't want to smother the boy with her jealousy. She ate herself up with it. Bert wouldn't tell her whether he was still living with the fat blonde, Nancy. Laura believed that he was. Bert was the kind who wanted to eat his cake and have it, too.
Well, I'm sure cutting down her sex rations if he is still living with her.
Laura knew that young boys had insatiable appetites for sex, but she saw Bert nearly every day. So the blonde couldn't be too happy with him if they were still living together.
Laura and Bert bathed and dressed, and Laura fed Lance and took him out. The big dog had gotten accustomed to having Bert around, and he didn't growl or bare his teeth at him any more. However, Laura always locked Lance up when she and Bert were making love. She didn't want Lance to attack Bert out of jealousy, or in order to protect her.
As she brought the big dog back in, Bert asked, "Ready now?"
"In a second. I want to fix my hair."
She smoothed down the wild ends that had blown in the wind, and she thought about her sex life. Laura still fucked regularly with the dog, but not half as often as before. Now that she was in love with Bert, she seldom thought about Lance.
Her preferences in sex had gradually changed, too. She seldom wanted to have Bert or the dog fuck her in the ordinary way any more. Laura enjoyed cock-sucking the most, and her most passionate orgasms came when she sucked on Bert's prick and he had an orgasm in her mouth.
I guess I'm not normal. I like strange things.
Bert was getting impatient. She must have been daydreaming a long time as she did her hair.
"Come on, doll. Are you going to take all night?"
"I'm ready. One more second."
They drove downtown, and Laura was secretly looking forward to being out in a night spot, although she was afraid. It was just that she was so nervous about being seen with Bert.
At first he had teased her, "Are you ashamed of me?"
Her answer always was, "No. I'm ashamed of myself and what I'm doing. I'm much too old for you, and people will be disgusted seeing us together."
Bert just laughed. "You're just right for me, baby. There's nobody in the world who can suck me off the way you do."
"I enjoy making love to you," Laura said. She didn't mention how much she hated his way of describing what she did to him. Laura felt that anything done by people in love was all right. But she thought calling it "suck me off" was vulgar.
Bert squeezed her arm.
I guess I make him happy or he wouldn't stick around. His fat blonde probably won't do what I do to him. She probably couldn't bend over that long.
Her malicious thought made Laura smile, and Bert responded to it. "I like it when you look happy, doll. Sometimes you look so serious that people will think you don't like me."
"I'd like to forget what people think," Laura answered, shuddering.
Laura had four drinks, trying to get rid of her nervous feelings and fluttery stomach. Every time someone new walked into the lounge, she checked his or her face to see if she knew them.
I guess the main problem would be if they knew me.
Bert had something on his mind, and he started the conversation only after Laura's nerves were dulled by drink. "I guess I'd better tell you, doll. You're going to find out, anyhow."
"Tell me what?" she asked through her fog.
"You don't have to worry any more about people finding out. They already know." He said it as though it were good news.
Laura was suddenly almost sober. "Who knows? Jesus! Who?"
"My mother knows, and when she knows, the world knows," he giggled, waving his arms to encompass the universe.
"I don't see what's so funny about it," Laura mumbled, the sinking feeling returning to her stomach. "My reputation's ruined now."
"Why?"
"Why? Because a woman of my age doesn't seduce a boy of eighteen."
"I'm not a boy," Bert insisted in an insulted way. "Anyway, I seduced you."
"They think of you as a boy. To me you're a sexy, wonderful man." She grabbed his hand to try to make up for hurting his feelings.
"You're just making a big fuss over nothing."
"Oh, God! You don't understand. I'm a teacher! My reputation is ruined! Yours is, too, only you don't care!"
"I don't give a shit! I never did," he answered, sneering.
"Does my sister know?"
"They were gabbing on the phone when I was over last night. She knows."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"I wanted to buy you a few drinks first. I knew you'd have a shit fit over it!"
Laura moved her glass away, and she put her head down on the table. Her face was flaming with shame and fear. "I'll never be able to face anyone again. I should have known we'd be found out. How did your mom her about it?"
"My dad's brother saw us last Tuesday night – at the Emerald Lounge. I never even noticed him. People are such gossips! He couldn't wait to call up and tell everybody."
"Let's go home. I feel lousy."
"I know how to cheer you up."
"I don't feel like doing anything."
"I know how to change your mind," he leered, putting his hand between her legs.
Laura knew that he was right. She was putty in his expert hands. He knew just where and how to touch a woman. So young – and so worldly.
As they drove back to her apartment, Laura wept and sniffled. She kept telling herself she'd look terrible with red, swollen eyes, but she couldn't stop.