When she moved again I slid away from her, and then I got out of the bed. I covered her shoulders, and then I took the glass from the bureau and put it in the kitchen.
Ruth was asleep when I went up to our room. I crawled quietly into bed and worked her very slowly. When she was awake I fucked her.
Chapter IV
Jane was very quiet when we went down to breakfast in the morning.
“How do you feel today?” Ruth asked her.
“All right, I guess,” she said. “I'm sorry if I did something wrong last night, Mrs. March. I never drank anything before except a glass of wine once.”
Ruth said that was all right, but she told her that it wouldn't be a good thing to talk about. I asked her if she remembered going to bed. The last thing she remembered was being on the couch.
“I thought you had to put me to bed,” she said to Ruth. “I felt awful about that.”
“No,” Ruth said. “You went to bed.”
The girl brightened up then. She went to the kitchen for another glass of water and we ate breakfast, and there was milk and there were eggs, just as Ruth had said there would be. So that part of it was what I expected. I drank several glasses of the milk.
“I have an idea bothering me again,” Ruth told me. “I think I'll work today. What are you going to do?”
I didn't have anything to do, so after breakfast I went for a walk. I walked down the road and saw a little green snake and then I walked back to the house. When I walked into the driveway I heard someone in the barn trying to start the car. It was Jane. She had a list of things Ruth wanted from the store.
I got behind the wheel, and after I had worked on it for a while the engine came to life.
“I haven't anything to do,” I said. “I might as well drive you to the store.”
Perhaps I expected that the girl would say something or do something while we were driving those five miles. What she really did was to point out places and things that she thought might interest me. They didn't, and what she had to say was so unimportant that I can't remember it. I didn't mind that. I've never criticized a woman for keeping quiet about what she knew.
There was a little library in the town, and while Jane was in the store I went in there and looked around. I finally found something of Blake's that I liked, and I took that. The man who had charge of the library showed me the card that was in the book. It had been out once eight years before, and then it had been out six times in the last month.
“That's the way it goes,” he said. “It's funny, isn't it? It's always like that.”
I told him that it was funny and then I went back to the car. Jane said that she liked to drive, so I let her drive us home.
In the afternoon Ruth was tired of working, and she decided that she would like to go swimming. She asked Jane if the pond on the farm was deep enough to swim in, and Jane said that it wasn't but that there were some places along the creek where people went swimming.
“You'll have to go with us to show us where,” Ruth said.
She and I had suits with us, but Jane didn't have any. I said that we could buy one, but Ruth suggested that we look around the house first, so we did that, and we finally did find a suit in with some old clothes in a closet. Moths had been in it, and some of the holes were pretty big, but Jane said that she thought she could wear it. We told her to try it on, and we went into our room and put on our suits and our clothes over them.
The suit was too small for the girl. It had evidently been used by a small girl, and there was no room in it for a pair of tits like Jane had. It hugged flat to her belly, and the legs were cut so high that her ass seemed bare. There was one big hole squarely over her pussy, and Jane must not have noticed that. Her hair stuck out of it in a tuft, like a brush. We told her she looked fine in it. She did.
We drove through a lane and into a pasture to get to the creek, and I almost put the car into the creek because the brakes weren't good. We stripped to our suits and Jane led us to a place which she said was one of the biggest holes in the creek. There was a flat rock to dive from, and it looked good.
Jane dove in first, spreading her legs as she took off. It wouldn't have been called a good dive, if you were interested in that sort of thing, but from in back of her it looked as good as any dive I've ever seen. Ruth saw the expression on my face.
“No violence,” she said. “If you try to rape her I'll scream. I'll scream first and then help you.”
She dove in then. She dove better, and the indecencies of her suit were more subtle. I followed her.
Ruth played a lot in the water. She liked to duck under and get beneath me, and there were many times when what she was doing became so obvious that I knew Jane saw what she was doing. The water was very still and clear in that hole, and Jane was under the water a lot of the time too. I caught on, finally. She was going under and watching Ruth fooling around with me.
I swam to shore when I found out what Jane was doing, and I lay in the sun on the diving rock. Ruth came up and lay beside me. Jane stayed in the water, surface-diving for stones which she threw up on the bank. When she dove she tossed her ass up and out of the water and then her legs followed her under. Every time that Jane went under, Ruth would take that minute to go after my cock.
“Why didn't you fuck her last night?” Ruth finally said.
Jane came up and threw a stone on the bank and then dove again.
“When you were gone so long last night I thought that was what you had gone to do. But when you woke me up and went after me that way I knew that you hadn't done it. Why?”
“Why don't you take her to bed yourself?” I said. “Jesus, you talk about her enough of the time.”
“I might do that little thing. I'm in just the right frame of mind to try something like that.”
She waited for Jane to go under again.
“While you were gone last night I thought about that. I remembered what her cunt looked like when she was taking off her stockings, and I tried to imagine myself going down on it. I wrote a pretty good Sapphic poem today on the strength of that. You ought to read it some time.”
Jane swam tiredly in to shore and came up beside us. She lay on her belly and rested her head in her hands. Ruth looked over her wet body, at her legs beaded with drops of water, and at the almost naked cheeks of her ass. She looked at me, licking her lips suggestively, and then she laughed. “We'd better get home,” she said.
There was a fight on that night, and I had already bet some money on it before we left the city, so I tuned it in to see what was going to happen to my money. Ruth broke out the Scotch. Jane didn't think that she ought to try any.
“This is something else,” Ruth said. “Just try it. But when you think you've had enough, stop drinking it.”
At first Jane thought it tasted salty, but she learned to like Scotch and soda very quickly.
The fight lasted a full fifteen rounds, and it was a good fight, so that I couldn't even guess who got the decision until the announcement, and then I was in fifty dollars. Ruth had been to the fights, and she was interested in this one from the bell. Jane didn't seem to be interested at first, but as it went along she got almost as excited as though she had been at ringside. When the fight was over I was surprised at the amount of liquor that was gone from the bottle.
“What are you going to do, get her into a strip poker game?” I asked Ruth when Jane was out of the room for a minute.
“I'm going to seduce her,” she said. “I'll have her down on her knees licking it before the night is over.”
Jane looked a little wobbly when she came back. She sat down and blinked her eyes several times.