He licked his tongue into her mouth, and she moved the lathered mound of her cunt over his prick, raked the hardened nipples of her breasts across his chest. Small girl, beautiful little girl, she lay on top of him, the fever of her sinuous body only lightly abated.
“That was wonderful,” she sighed. “You didn’t mind pretending you were my father, and that made It just great for me. You know, its but I never really thought I dug my daddy that way.”
“And now?” he prompted, stroking one hand along the warmly graceful line of her naked back, feeling the tops of her cheeks and the dimple there.
“Now I don’t know,” she said. “I still don’t dig his politics, but I think I can see where I’ve been teasing him along. I mean, I kiss him harder than I ought to, I guess-and I accidentally let him see me coming out of the bathroom with my robe hanging open. Or I lean over him when he’s sitting down, to sort of brush my tits across his arm. Yeah-I’ve been teasing my daddy something awful. I wasn’t really planning on having him screw me.”
Dallas said softly, “Not consciously, perhaps. But you’ve been taking the place of your mother for a long time in every other way. You’re his housekeeper and sometimes his cook, and you take care of him in most ways. But not in the most important way.”
She moved restlessly against him. “I see what you mean. And the more I think about it; the less I figure it’s such a crime. I like to fuck, and I’m already doing things that the establishment says are wrong. Like fucking Joey-mustn’t screw a black; that’s a no-no. As if his cock was different, or something And going down on Angel, or Blythe, or any of the girls. like that too, and I dig having, them do it to me. So what’s all that wrong about screwing somebody in your own family? Love is love the way I see it, and when I really love somebody, I can show it best by fucking him. Or her, as the case may be.”
Dallas fondled the cheeks of her ass, and she hunched gently against him. He said, “I couldn’t agree with you more, but society doesn’t see it that way. Not yet. In time, all things change, and so will most of these sexual hang-ups, although Puritanism is taking a hell of a while to wear off.”
She lay quiet for awhile, then said thoughtfully, “I didn’t realize what I was doing to him, getting bun all heated up when he couldn’t do anything about it or thought he couldn’t. But that doesn’t mean I go for his attitude, or that I won’t fight him any way I have to: As for screwing him, tit have to think that over. Not having any sex may help him to be like he is, but I’m not at all sure I can-oh hell!”
Kathy sat up. “I have to go home now. I parked my 10-speed bike back in the bushes, and it will only take me a few minutes to get back I’m all mixed up Dallas, and nobody can help me, only me. But I’m not copping out on you and the school board. I’ll tell the kids about the bugging and everything, and we’ll see what we can think up.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re a wonderful young woman, Kathy Collins.
I love you.”
“Of course,” she said, slipping into her jeans, “and I love you, too. Just lie still darling. I can find my way out the back. See you tomorrow.”
The warmth of her presence stayed behind for a long time after Kathy had gone, and he lay quietly on the bed thinking about her and the psycho-drama they had gotten themselves into. By acting out some of Kathy’s emotions, they had brought her true feeling for her father to the surface. But what had it all meant to Dallas Bradburn?
He turned over, smelling the faint attar of her perfume in the pillow. us enjoyment of participation could have the number of meanings that a shrink might gloat over. To Dallas it meant only that he had fun and was turned on. So he liked to fuck young and pliant chicks, so what? If he had a daughter or a sister who looked and acted anything like Kathy Collins, he’d fuck her too.
But there were some other things to think about, such as the reaction of Harry Sladermann when he learned his man had been caught. The poor bastard might be pretty sick by now, or higher than an astronaut’s hat. Would Sladermann tell Craig Collins of the fiasco? Probably not According to what Kathy overheard, her old man was already peeved with his detective.
Good old Harry. would plant more bugs, use more muscle, or perhaps up his offer of money. If the man kept planting dope, he’d get away with a bust. Thinking about that, Dallas decided to move, to hole up in some motel for a few days for his own protection.
Hell yes. He’d call Sot and have the house legally sealed. If someone broke in to plant heroin or the like, Dallas would be covered. He could keep an eye on his own car, or play tricks with lengths of black thread and/or wax so he’d know if a door had been opened or the hood tampered with. Maybe he could rent a car and leave the Volks in a garage, or ride a 10-speed like most of the kids.
It would be difficult for someone to stash dope in a bicycle.
Tomorrow, he thought; it could all be handled tomorrow, because Sladermann wasn’t going to react quickly. The man would have to think things over first, then set machinery in motion. If Collins didn’t fire him, and that was an even better idea. First thing, in the morning, he would call Mr. Collins and be an anonymous fink telling of the goof-up over at Bradburn’s house. He could pretend to be the guy who had to eat the grass, pissed off because he’d gotten into trouble and trying to get back at Harry Sladermann.
Dallas rolled over again and felt around to turn on the radio. Its music was soothing, and he smiled himself to sleep where he dreamed of Kathy Collins and the black girl and the long, slim girl with the silvery pussy, and of the little Korean girl who loved to take it up the ass He wasn’t particular they were all his students and all fine screwing.
And maybe be could get some of the weight of his back tomorrow.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Dallas got his licks in the next day, and had a peaceful, restful night in a motel because Sol Shapiro thought it was one hell of a good idea. Not even the kids could reach him, and Kathy had some reproachful looks for him at school.
He even thought he saw sidelong glances from the others, Angel and Blythe and Susan. But what the hell, he thought; a man couldn’t keep up with kids like that even though it was a lot of fun trying.
Of course he couldn’t know if Collins had fired his bird dog, not until Kathy brought him some news. So he acted as if the tail was still on him, and lived a fairly circumspect life Leaving school that afternoon, he suddenly remembered he had a date with the cute carhop at the drive-in.
It was something he wished he could avoid, but that would mean hurting the girl, and he didn’t want that. So he put off dinner arid showered at the motel, changing shirts and putting on a jacket. Promptly at eight he drove into the lot and sat waiting, uncertain as to whether he should walk into the place to pick her up, or what.
She solved the problem by skipping over to the car, and her name was Dee; she was still wearing her name tag. She had long, rhythmical brown hair and nice hazel eyes, and she was a tall girl with long, smooth legs.
“Hi,” she said. “Gee, you know I’m excited? I never thought I’d actually go out with you, Mr. Bradburn. Did you know I was in your class two years ago?”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “There are so many lovely girls in my classes, and I didn’t really start seeing them until lately. And my name is Dallas. Tonight, I’m not teaching English.”
He made it a good evening for her; they dined at a good steakhouse and had wine because nobody asked for her ID card. They caught a late movie that was interesting, and went to an ice cream parlor afterward.
Dee talked, but not too much. She relaxed enough to start being open with him, and he saw that she was a nice girl, full of fun and eagerness. Back in the car he said, “It’s getting late. I’ll take you home now.”