Bert was quiet, but determined. When they got into the apartment, he brushed aside Laura's objections that she was upset, and he stubbornly began to undress her.
"I'm not in the mood, Bert. Let's make it tomorrow."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm going to cheer us up. We both need it. I want to see you happy and smiling, and then I'll leave. Maybe I'll even stay all night."
Laura sighed, knowing he was right, but feeling so very guilty and ashamed. She kissed him hard.
He stripped her slowly, exclaiming over every bare part of her that he saw. By the time he finished his soliloquy on her navel, she was giggling hysterically in embarrassment.
Bert kissed and nibbled on Laura's tits, and poked his fingers way up her cunt. He rubbed her clitoris and kept rubbing it;, even when she tried to push his finger away.
"No. No more. Oh! Oh!"
He rubbed away. His tongue sought entrance to her mouth, and as his tongue probed her mouth, his finger pushed up her cunt. It was like being raped in two places at one time.
Laura tensed with passion. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. Her face flamed and burned, and her entire crotch ached and lusted for the boy.
He's worth it! He's worth anything I have to go through.
"I love you, Bert," she gasped, letting go a wave of orgasm, melting and dripping in ecstasy.
"I love you, too," he breathed. Laura didn't believe him, but she loved to hear it anyway. She knew that he probably whispered the same thing to his fleshy blonde when he fucked her. Laura felt a real pain of jealousy at that thought. She hated to share him.
"My darling," she said as she kissed him. A tear ran down her cheek.
"Now give me what I want, baby." Bert moved Laura's head down to his large cock, which was swollen and standing up, waiting for her.
"It's what I want, too, darling."
Laura ached to touch his cock, to lick it and suck it. She enveloped it with her tongue, enjoying every familiar bump of it. She licked his tool, savoring the slightly salty taste. Her tongue traveled up and down and around, going in circles on the beautifully swollen prick.
"Oh, God! That's good!" he moaned.
Laura kept licking. She licked his thighs and his balls and the little spot behind the balls near his asshole.
"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!"
Bert was ready to come. She opened her mouth wide and sucked the large dong deep inside. Then, clasping it tightly with her lips, she squeezed the cock, licking the tip as he quivered and moaned.
"Oh! Mmmmmm!"
Bert twitched with ecstasy as Laura licked and sucked. She ached and cramped, her body telling her she was ready to leave the world.
"Mmmm. Bite it! Bite it!"
Laura put her teeth on the cock and pressed them in – ever so gently. She rubbed his balls at the same time.
"My God! I can't stand it! I'm going to come!" he moaned.
Laura rubbed her finger between his balls and his asshole as her sucking increased in speed.
'Mmmmm. Ah! Mmmmm!" he gasped.
A flood of hot sperm filled her mouth as Bert's body stiffened and then let go. Laura gulped it down greedily.
"There's no one like you in the whole world," he whispered breathlessly.
Laura didn't hear him. She was alone in eternity with Bert's cock, licking it, devouring it, enjoying its taste as her body twitched and convulsed in rhythmic motions of release.
"Mmm! Uhhh!"
Laura lay there, the diminishing prick still in her mouth. She licked up every drop of salty cum, refusing to relinquish her claim on his prick.
They slept, with Laura's mouth still on Bert's dick. She awoke soon – cramped and tired – too satisfied to recall her disgrace.
Bert spent the rest of the night with her, and when he left in the morning, he kissed her hard and gave her a worried look.
"Now, don't fall apart over some little thing. Remember, the important thing is to think about how happy we are. Okay?"
She had had her warning. With a sinking feeling, Laura knew that she'd hear from Bert's mother today. He had prepared her as well as he was able to, the doll. Laura remembered every detail of the night gratefully. It would help her to get through what was coming.
She bathed and dressed, dreading the day ahead.
Maybe I can put it off, and she won't be as angry.
Laura decided to leave the house so that Elaine wouldn't be able to reach her by phone.
Since it was a Saturday, she could have gone over to Betty's house, which she often did. But Laura feared Bet's wrath. Bet was no prude. If Bert had been a grown man, Bet would have welcomed a love affair, for her sister's happiness. But a young boy half her age? Laura knew that she'd hear plenty from Bet and Jim. She'd have to stay away from them for a while.
Laura had two quick drinks before she left the house. They didn't help, and she felt as full of shame and guilt as before. The phone rang, and she was afraid to answer it. Laura looked for a book and took it with her. She'd sit and read in the public library to kill time. Nobody could reach her there.
The phone was ringing again as she shut the door. Shivering with fear, she took flight. Laura drove to the library, parked and went inside. She kept wondering who it was who had called.
Was it Bert? Did I miss a call from him?
Laura was afraid to call him at his parents' home for fear of who would answer the phone. She didn't know whether he still had the apartment with the blonde, or whether he lived at home all the time. But Bert had refused to tell her anything about the apartment or give her any phone number or address.
It was an impossible situation. Depressed and angry with herself, she had a bad session with the librarian, trying to explain why she was bringing her own library book back into the library to read. It was irritating. The woman was so ignorant that she couldn't cope with anything but library books being checked out of the library or being returned to the library. Nothing else.
Laura left the library in a huff, flustered and angry, clutching her book.
I probably couldn't have concentrated on reading it, anyway.
She got in the car and drove around, not knowing where she could go. It was a beautiful day, but not yet warm enough to sit outdoors and read.
I need a drink.
Laura yearned to go home and read there, near her bar. But she was afraid of a phone call or a visit.
As she drove, she looked for a place to stop for a drink. It was a strange neighborhood, so she was a bit afraid to go into one of the bars alone. Some of them looked pretty bad. She kept driving.
Laura saw a small restaurant on the corner. They advertised beer, so she knew they had a liquor license.
I'll get a cocktail and then have lunch. I needn't starve, just because I'm in disgrace. It's bad enough that I have to go into hiding.
She parked and walked into the restaurant, carrying her book. Laura felt depressed and lonely, and she felt that no one in the world would ever like her or respect her again.
She ordered a Manhattan and drank it quickly. Then she looked at the menu. She wasn't hungry, but she knew she'd better eat something. She felt lightheaded from just one drink.
"I'll have a grilled cheese sandwich."
"Coffee?"
"No. No, thanks."
"Another cocktail?"
Why not? I feel rotten.
"Yes. One more.
As Laura was sipping her drink, she saw a woman she knew walk in. Her first impulse was to hide from her.
That's silly. She couldn't know about it. Not yet. Pretty soon I won't be able to face anyone.
Laura waved to the woman. She had played bridge with her often in the past. Maybe some company would help her to snap out of it. She was really down.
The woman came over, smiling broadly. "Hello, Laura. Good to see you."
Laura greeted her with a smile. "Hi."
"It's been over a year since we've gotten together in our duplicate group. I really miss playing bridge that way."