“You're an expert.”
“Ah, so you've relaxed.”
“Uh huh,” she said lazily, her resting on her arms. “Relaxed but getting up tight in some ways. You know what I'm talking about, tiger.”
“Admit you're hot.”
“All right. I'm hot.”
“You do want to do it with me.”
“As Mr. Hemingway would say, I wish to lie with you, Roberto.”
“That's lay, not lie, rabbit.”
“Don't start getting smutty about it,” she snapped.
“He called her rabbit, I didn't.”
She giggled. “Bunnies do have fun, I guess.”
“Come on, roll over and I'll show you what real fun is all about.”
Her head rolled from side to side on her arms. “No, I'm a cold concrete statue and you've got to bring me to life.”
“That's a kid's game.”
“So? We're both under thirty.”
“Statues are supposed to stand up straight.”
“I'm a reclining statue. Take me as you find me, master.”
I wanted to take her and I knew it would be a sound thing if we could make love right away. It would help to turn off our memories of the night before and those two juvenile delinquents. If we were really finished with sampling sweets outside the family circle, it was time to prove it.
Again I kneaded her back, unsnapping the band of her bra as I did so and leaning hard against her shoulder blades. She took my weight easily, grunting in satisfaction and making other small noises that were hinting at a different kind of euphoria.
My hands drifted down her spine, counting the row of vertebrae one by one. With each little twist of my knuckle there was a twitching in her feet and I didn't know if I was manipulating her nervous system or if she were merely excited by my touch.
I reached the waist and went lower, out over the first curve of her buttocks until I approached the band of her bikini. Lord, but those things rode low, revealing acres of beautiful flesh in the process.
“You got a good butt, kid.”
“Your English is terrible,” she complained, but I knew she was eating it up. She loved it when I told her about herself. “Tell me about myself.”
“You've got a duff that could move nations, open frontiers and shake the moon from its orbit, if you shifted your pratt in the right way. Your waist is as thin as a beggar's wallet. Your knockers are like barrage balloons, always there, always ready, a safe haven for those in need of a place to hide and keep warm.”
“No. They're for you only.”
“Good. I was testing you.”
“No more talk.”
“All right.” I began to work at the knot at her hip, loosening her bottom garment so that my sea nymph could parade for me as she sometimes did. I had almost worked the first knot loose when the ringing came from the kitchen.
“It's the phone,” she wailed.
“Screw the phone.”
“It might be important.”
I sighed, blinking, shaking my head sadly. “All right. Go take the message and I'll mix us fresh drinks, okay?”
She sprang up, catching her bra and resnapping it. As she hurried inside she tugged at the knot on her hip so that her pants wouldn't fall away completely.
I followed slowly, knowing that the phone was bad news. We'd had our chance to be together again and now it was blown.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I wandered into the kitchen while she was in the corner, standing by the wall phone, the receiver tucked under her hair. Stopping, I watched her watching me as she spoke.
“Oh, I'm surprised to hear from you again so soon. Yes, it was a… well, a different sort of night, at least for my husband and me. You would? Well, we hadn't planned on going out again soon, but one can't be too prepared, I suppose. If you'd really like to talk about it… When? Goodness, that isn't much notice. No, we're not doing anything special…”
My heart sank. I thought we were doing plenty special, but I was wrong.
“Very well. We'll be here. Yes, that's fine.”
Amy dropped the receiver on the hook and crossed the kitchen to face me. “I'm sorry, honey.”
“They're coming over, aren't they? Right now. Trudy and that stud-horse brother of hers.”
She nodded. “I found I couldn't say no, even though I wanted to. I'm a terrible person, I suppose, but something came over me, especially when she put him on the line for a minute.”
“Presumably they're coming to discuss baby-sitting chores, I take it.”
Again she nodded. “We both know why they're really coming.”
“Christ haven't they had enough? What are their crotches made of, spring steel?” I blew out my cheeks.
Amy sighed, looking around. “I suppose we should be getting ready.”
“Then our statue game is over before it gets started, and I'm not going to mix any fresh drinks.”
She made a face. “Not for us, you're not. Come on, they'll be over here before we can get in and out of the bathroom, if we don't hurry.”
“Do we have to change?”
She looked at my trunks and then down at her bikini. “I don't see why. We can take them out to the pool where it's cool and sunny.”
On the way to our bedroom, I kept muttering. “I don't like the idea of being near a swimming pool with them again. Not after that diving board party last night, By the way, where's Alexander?”
“In the back yard, I suppose, why?”
“He'll be pleased to know his old friends are coming back to visit, that horny mutt. Why don't we get him a female of his own before he hops into bed with you some night?”
“Stop that filthy talk,” she snapped, disappearing into the bathroom.
After that I could feel our excitement mounting as we hurried about, tidying things, getting out soft and hard things to drink, making small sandwiches and generally laying on a food and drink spread that would astonish Onassis.
I was ready to admit that I was looking forward to seeing Trudy as much as Amy wanted Buddy. I was just plain hot, brother, and even though I was proud, I was worried. I'd been wondering if I could get up the following day after such an orgy and, with my wife, I'd barely begun to stir. But the prospect of Trudy's arrival had me distended like a rubber hose stiff with water pressure.
The same situation was driving Amy close to a frenzy as she scurried about. Her eyes were wide and bright and she continually licked her lips, as though she were actually drooling at the prospect of having that two-foot salami shoved into her belly a second time within twenty-four hours.
Finally everything was ready and we paused, looking at each other, grinning sheepishly. “I'm ready, aren't you?”
“Of course I am. I hate to admit it, but variety really is adding spice.”
“But we still love each other.”
“Like a Christian loves his church, honey.”
We kept talking that way for five minutes, trying vainly to reassure each other that, even though we were aching to explode our juices around someone else's sex organs, it had nothing to do with our deep and abiding love for one another.
Bullshit, brother. I knew down in my gut that we were sailing into shoal-filled waters, taking a risk of driving our personal lives on the rocks. It would be impossible to sex it up with others day after day and still pretend that everything was all right around the house at mealtimes.
Even so, I was as helpless as she. I was hooked. I wanted Trudy's legs wrapped around me in the worst way and I couldn't wait to shoot my wad into that pussy of hers.
That must have been why I beat Amy in the race to answer the door when the bell sounded.
The crowd on the porch looked like a bunch of kids lined up to break their way into the drag races. There were four of them and they seemed to fill the doorway as they moved forward, all grinning ear to ear.
Along with Trudy and her gangling brother, there was another young man who was a couple of inches taller than Buddy, but built about the same way. He had a healing case of acne to go with his mop of blond hair and bell-bottom pants to go with his wild-flowered shirt and beads.