Eddie said goodbye, and we both thanked him, first for fucking us, and then for fixing the telephone.
"If it breaks again, I'll be back," he said, winking at us. "And I'll bring all of my equipment with me?"
We all laughed and he was gone. I couldn't move. I was so thrilled that I felt his hard-on inside of me, that I forgot what it was I wanted to tell Carrie.
Finally, when I remembered, I started to cry. I really didn't want to do anything that would hurt you, but I couldn't help myself. I wasn't even going to tell you this, but I know that Eddie has been screwing around a lot, and you really ought to know.
Arlene was stunned. She couldn't see straight. She didn't even notice that while Suzie was describing what had happened, she started to masturbate, particularly when she was telling about how Eddie came all over both of them.
As Suzie continued to finger-fuck herself, Arlene got up and walked out of the bathroom. Suzie couldn't stop herself to run after Arlene. She wanted to be nice to her friend, but she was too caught up in her masturbation. She rammed her finger into her hole and pounded it in harder and harder, until she felt her clitoris driving her wild.
Arlene went back to her desk and stared long and hard at the photograph of Eddie that she kept on the desk. She said nothing, and did nothing for a long time. Finally, with one hand, she reached out for the picture, and dashed it to the floor.
She got up without a sound and got her coat. Mr. Halsted watched with curiosity. She was certainly acting very strangely. She had a very determined look on her face. No one dared to ask her what happened. Something told them that, she wouldn't tell them anyway.
She waked to the elevators and waited. Bill Sample walked by. He started to ask her what was wrong, but changed his mind. She seemed to be staring at him, but looking right through him.
Suzie came out of the bathroom after having masturbated herself to orgasm. She went to look for Arlene, but was told the girl had gone home. "She just left. I don't know what was wrong," Mr. Halsted said.
Suzie knew. She felt terrible. It had been all her fruit. She should have exercised more self-control when she realized it was Arlene's boyfriend in bed with her roommate. And she certainly shouldn't have said anything to her, at least not without finding out what her reaction could possibly be.
Suzie dialed Arlene's home number. There was no answer. It perhaps was too early to get an answer if no one else was home, but maybe Arlene didn't go home at all. She wouldn't do anything rash, would she? The thought began to panic Suzie.
Arlene headed towards home. She wasn't going to take a bus home. She needed to walk home very slowly, to sort things out in her mind. She didn't believe what Suzie had said at first, but it was true. Everything fit into place. Eddie had cheated on her but why? Why did he find it necessary to fuck other girls? Wasn't she good enough? Didn't she have a really hot cunt?
As Arlene approached her home, she began to lose her self-control. She started to cry, and she found she couldn't even open her front door. She wasn't in any sort of state to even look for her keys. She just sat on her front steps and bawled like a baby.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hey lady!" Arlene was startled. She looked up. There was a boy with a huge pile of groceries. "Hey lady, is this the Walters' house?"
"Uh, yes," she said softly.
"Where do you want these things, or don't you live here?"
"Yes, I live hen."
"Want me to dump 'em right here?"
"No. Please bring them inside."
"It's locked."
"Oh, sorry," said Arlene. She dug into her purse for her keys. She was at last back in control of herself.
She looked at the guy. He was younger than she was. But he was really cute.
It was just like her mother to call up the grocer and have them deliver stuff without being home. All the perishables would spoil sitting out on the front steps. Besides, it wasn't fair not to give the boy a tip. That's what these guys took this thankless job for.
"Would you bring them into the kitchen?" asked Arlene. She had calmed down quite a bit, but each time the thought of Eddie flashed through her mind, she nearly broke down all over again.
"Okay, lady," said the boy. He looked like a young Eddie. Well, he didn't really, but Arlene thought he did. It was his youthfulness and innocence that reminded him of her boyfriend.
The boy started to leave. "Oh, wait a second," she said, calling after him. "I want to give you something."
She rummaged through her purse, and realized that she didn't have any change at all.
"It's okay, lady," said the boy. "I don't mind."
"No, it's not okay. You've earned a tip. I just don't seem to have anything to give you." She paused for a moment. "Hold on a see," she said. "Would you like a beer or something, instead?"
"A beer? Um, er, sure," he said. "My folks don't let me drink beer, but I love it."
"Okay. I know we've got some in the fridge." Arlene went to the kitchen again and brought out two bottles of beer. She usually didn't drink, particularly before dinner, but she figured that she certainly needed a drink today.
"Thanks," he said. He drank it eagerly. She was amused. It was something forbidden to him and that made him enjoy it all the more.
"Want another?"
"Sure. Are you sure it's all right for me to drink it?" he asked.
"Of course. My folks didn't let me drink beer for a long time, but now I do. They still don't like it, they say I'm not old enough, but they don't stop me."
"I ain't old enough either, but me and the guys always sneak some from old Mr. Dodge at the store. I could live on it."
He was getting very giddy from the alcohol, and Arlene was also feeling its effects. They were not very experienced drinkers, and even one can of beer could affect them.
Arlene went to the kitchen for two more cans. She knew her father would be furious, but at the moment, she had other things to worry about. She didn't really give a damn about her father. Or Eddie, for that matter.
"C'mere," she said, leading the boy over to the sofa. "You got a girlfriend?"
He turned red. "Uh, sure, lots," he said.
"You aren't mean to them, are you?"
"Nah, I'm real good to them. Why, your boyfriend mean to you?" Arlene was surprised that he had picked that up very quickly.
"He's a rotten son of a bitch!" she said with a great deal more vehemence than she really intended.
"Well, I ain't mean," he said. "I'm real good to them. Yep, real good!" He chuckled when he said this. Arlene thought she knew what he meant, and she was amused at his boastfulness.
"How many girls you really got?" she asked.
"Dozens. And they all got big tits," he said. He quickly reached out and grabbed one of her tits. She was taken aback, but pleased at the same time.
"Do you do that to all your girlfriends?" Arlene asked.
"Yeah sure," he replied. "They all like it, but they don't ask so many questions like you," he said. "Maybe your boyfriend dumped ya because you was always asking so many questions."
Arlene started to yell. "He didn't dump me!" she screamed. "Why do you care about my boyfriend? What are you doing here? Why don't you just go on back to work?"
Arlene started to cry. She hadn't been able to keep herself from getting upset, and she buried her face in her hands.
"Hey lady, I'm sorry," said the boy. "I didn't mean nothing. It's okay, honest. Go ahead and ask me some more questions, I don't really mind. Go ahead, I mean it."
"It's okay, it's okay," she said, holding tightly onto his hand. "I'm just upset, that's all. He didn't dump me, by the way. Please don't go. I didn't mean it when I said you should go."