About noon the phone rang. She rushed to pick. it up, hoping against hope that it would be Jordon.
"Nikki?"
"This.', "This is your mother." The voice was flat, showing no emotion.
"Yes."
"You left some of your things. I'm sending them over."
The receiver clicked and went dead.
An hour later, the doorbell rang. The second she answered it she wished she had worn something besides the new bra less halter and the tight jeans. She had bought them to turn Jordon on and, as she looked at Jack Marsh standing in the doorway, she had a sinking feeling that they would 'do the same thing to him.
"Jack… what-?"
"So it's true. Your mother told me you were shacked up with some guy, but I didn't believe it."
"A… came in," Nikki said, trying not to let the hurt in his eyes affect her.
He passed her, dropping the bag he carried at her feet, and went on into the living room. He turned, taking in the room in a sweeping glance, and then faced her. "Nice pad… you really got it made. Is he goad in bed?"
Her face burned. She could feel his gaze on her ass in the tight jeans as she closed the door. As she turned from the door she was certain she saw the old lust in his eyes as he watched her braless tits bounce beneath the skimpy top.
That bitch, Nikki thought, sending Jack over here to torture him and embarrass me. "I want you to know, Jack I'm sorry about everything."
"Yeah, sure.
Rather than turn her off, the little-boy-lost look in his eyes and the pouting speech rather charmed and thrilled her. Suddenly she wasn't the girl he had worked over in a car any more. She was a woman, much more mature and experienced than he. It gave her a sudden sense of power and it also stimulated the sexual urges she had managed to keep under wraps since Jordon had left.
Jack studied her with his eyes. "You don't look any different."
"No, I don't suppose I do," she said, suddenly sensing a little imp of perversity, popping into her thoughts. She leaned back against the wall and put her hands behind her back: Her breasts jutted outward proudly and the seam of the jeans dug into the slit between her cuntal lips. "I feel a lot different though. Of course, there's only one way to tell a virgin from a non-virgin and that's in her pussy.
She had shocked him and she knew it. The look he gave her was one of perplexity even amazement, at her boldness and her choice of words.
The sense of power grew when she saw his agitated state. Fuel was added to the fire of her 'impishness when she saw the bulge begin to grow in the front of his pants.
She moved across the living room to the sofa with his eyes following her every move. "I will say sex is more fun in a bed than the back seat of a car."
"You bitch."
"Oh, admit it, Jack. You didn't like it any more than I did."
"I loved you," he said.
"Did you?" she replied coyly, wiggling her ass into a corner of the sofa. She was playing with fire and she knew it, but the temptation was too great to resist. She raised one knee to give him a clear view of the puffy bulge between her full thighs.
"You're still a prick-tease, aren't you?"
"Oh… maybe," she said in her best woman-of the-world – manner. "To little boys who can't cut it… or even afford a motel. It took a man to get to me, I guess."
The second she said it she knew it was a mistake. It was obvious in the wide, flashing eyes that she had pushed hint over the edge. His body tensed, his hands, still at his sides, balled into fists.
The change was sudden. He was no longer the pouting boy. He was a hurt, enraged animal. It was as if the combination of her wanton beauty and her words of ridicule had unleashed all the pent-up frustrations of the year and a half he had spent trying unsuccessfully to seduce her.
With a growl, he threw his body over hers. His bruising lips covered hers and one hand shot up her thigh to the puffy bulge between her legs. The other hand shot beneath the hem of her halter. When his fingers encountered bare flesh, found her taut nipple, all signs of restraint disappeared. He forced her back, over the arm of the sofa, scrambled atop her arched body and pressed the stiffness in his pants into the heated crotch of the tight jeans.
He was hurting her, bending her back over the armrest, sending flashes of fire up her spine. She fought. But his weight held her pinned. It was as if she were back in the car and he was pawing her titties, her cunt, about to take what he wanted.
Finally she managed to tear her lips away. "Let me go… you're hurting me! Jack, let me go!"
"Oh, no… I'm gonna fuck you, Nikki. I'm gonna collect for all those nights… all those days I dreamed about you."
The tingling in her pussy matched the hurt in her spine. She struggled less to get away than to get comfortable. Shifting, raising her knees on either side of the boy, she managed to wriggle down until only her shoulders lay on the armrest. The fingers stabbing into her cunt hole withdrew for a moment. She felt his hands at the waistband of the jeans.
"Don't, Jack.. – please!" she cried, grabbing his wrists.
'Don't. don't…please!' I've heard that shit before."
Roughly he pulled her ass high off the sofa. Then, before she could stop him, her panties and jeans bad been stripped from her legs.
"Please!"
"Shut up!"
Savagely her legs were spread and his fingers were spreading the lips of her cunt. With his knuckles, he ground and mashed her clitoris.
"Jesus… Jack, not so hard!"
"I was gentle before, remember?" he hissed, shoving two fingers up her cunt. "It didn't do any good then… maybe a different way, this way…" He clenched his hand and rammed four fingers into her pussy. "… will do some good."
Then it hit her. Oh God! she thought. No, no! Am I really my mother's daughter? The pain of his savage assault on her body was turning into pleasure. Her pussy seemed to cry out for his cock, any cock. Fuck me, fuck me! her body was saying.
"Be gentle," she begged.
"What for?"
He st8pped and looked down at her. He sensed her meaning when she said, "Because it's better, more fun, when you're gentle."
Why not? she thought. Jordon would never know. And she did need it and she did owe Jack at least that much.
"Do you mean it?" he said.
"Let's go into the bedroom," she said.
CHAPTER TEN
She allowed him to help her up from the sofa. Limply she fell into his arms… dizzy with the feel of his dick pressing into the space at the top of her thighs as he kissed her.
He lifted her and silently carried her to the bed. Laying her down, he stood and stripped the clothes from his body.
She waited.
He merely stood beside the bed, watching her. She wondered what was wrong. His cock was hard, ready.. "What's the matter?" she said. "Change your mind?" ''No.
Then she realized what he wanted. She moved to the edge of the mattress, lifted her ass when he raised her legs to his waist, and locked her ankles:
She felt his cock poking blindly at her cunt.
"Let me," she-said, taking hold of his hard-on and setting the head at the wet mouth of her pussy. "All right," she said, "now you've got what you want."
"No, I haven't," he replied, the head of his cock poised just between her parted cuntlips.
"What else," she said, her body quivering with anticipation. Then she looked into his eyes and saw what else. "All right, all right, goddamn it! Puck me!" she shouted, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Yes, I want you to fuck me! Please, fuck me!"
Jack lunged.
Gripping the cheeks of her ass, standing with feet wide apart between her scissored legs, he drove the entire length of his cock into her tight cunt hole. Grunting, he ground his cock hair, the root of his prick into her cuntal mound.
Nikki whimpered and strained to draw even more cock into her belly. It was good! So good! she thought. Her cunt was ablaze with the need to feel a prick shooting. Her asshole opened and closed.