Sue finally let him up. He told her how fantastic it had been to visit her, and she could see he was a changed man. The spirit of sexual joy had visited him in the form of that gorgeous woman and he wouldn't forget the lesson.
They arranged for Bill to visit Mr. Borden and talk about going back to Persy, then he left. Sue enjoyed the taste of his jism for quite a while. Before it disappeared, she jerked off a few times to completely dispel the readiness she had dredged up with her memories of her father, and she was having some interesting thoughts about Bill, too.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Bill woke the morning after his orgy with Sara and Joan, all he was aware of was the tremendous pain in his head. He couldn't even get up. He seemed to be alone, then he remembered the girls getting up earlier and saying something about the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building, but be had heard all that through a daze, and he wasn't sure what it meant.
The girls! Suddenly Bill remembered them. The night before slowly came back to him, but it was confused and blurry. He remembered meeting them and going to the Village. Then things got vague. He tried to concentrate, but his hangover was a doozy. He was mainly interested in trying to remember if he fucked them. He thought and thought, and bits of memory began to come back to him.
The image of Joan standing naked in the door came back to him, but it seemed so fantastic that he wasn't sure it could be true. It took a while, but things began to fall into place. There was some black underwear in his mind suddenly. He forced himself up on an elbow and looked around. He saw the black bra and panties still strewn on the floor and he thrilled to the realization that at least that memory was correct.
Then he tried to remember more, but it was hard to recall those events. He thought that when he felt better he would remember – meanwhile, he let his imagination go. After a while it was impossible to separate reality from fantasy. He could almost see one of those girls sitting on his cock and he thought he could remember getting – was it possible? – a blow-job.
Bill thought that a good breakfast might help the way he felt and his memory, so he struggled out of the bed. He was pretty wobbly on his feet, but he threw some cold water on his face and that helped. When he came out of the bathroom, the black undies attracted his eye again.
He picked up the panties and suddenly felt a wave of horniness came over him. Could he have gotten fucked and lie the very next morning? Yes, be decided. That was no clue. A kinky impulse grabbed him and he lifted the undies to his nose. The odor of pussy filled his head. Not only did that increase his lust, but it gave him an idea.
He smelled his finger and found the same odor there. That at least proved he had gotten somewhere with those chicks. He tried to bend down low enough to sniff his cock, but he couldn't get close enough to get a reading, so he just skipped the idea.
Bill got dressed and left the hotel in search of a place to cat. The light outside was blinding and he wandered around in a daze before the smell of frying bacon led him to a seat in a crowded coffee shop. He decided to go back to the hotel later to find the girls again. Not only would he find out if he'd scored, but he would try to get more, and the next time he would be sure to remember.
The breakfast did make him feel better, but when he went out on the street again a terrible thought hit him. He wasn't sure he knew what hotel he'd been in. He thought there was nothing to worry about. He would merely backtrack and find the place. But when he tried, he found that he wasn't even sure which way he had come on that street to get to the coffee shop.
A sinking feeling descended upon him as he realized he might never see those girls again. It was bad enough not being able to get another crack at them, but now he wasn't even sure if he was still a virgin or not. Frustration added to his already, agonized head. Then he remembered that the girls had said something about the Empire State Building, and he figured they must be planning to go there. He could go to the top and simply wait. They were bound to show up sometime that day, if he hadn't already missed them.
Well, it was the only chance he had. Either that, or go to the Statue of Liberty, but there would be too big a chance of missing them there. He headed toward Fifth Avenue, then turned downtown. The huge building loomed in front of him from twenty blocks away. He hurried so he wouldn't miss them. He had just enough for the admission to the observation tower. He was left with one thin dime to his name.
It was a clear day, and the view was spectacular, but the girls weren't there. Bill hung around for hours and there were a lot of great-looking chicks, but he felt too down to talk to any of them, and Joan and Sara didn't show. Bill's stomach began to growl before long, and he began to despair of finding them. He didn't have enough money to do anything, including eat. Of course, he could go home, but he wasn't ready to do that yet.
He decided to go up to his buddy Joe's place and on the way, leave a note for his mother in her mailbox. She must have heard that he left school, and he didn't want her to worry. Joe would give him something to eat, and Bill might even be able to stay there if his parents weren't home.
It was a long way to his own neighborhood, but with only a dime in his pocket, there was no choice but to hoof it. Joe would be getting borne from school soon, and Bill would drop that last dime in a phone to make sure Joe was home and his mother wasn't before he went up.
When he reached his apartment building he borrowed a pencil from the doorman and left a note in his mother's box. Then he went to a phone and called Joe. As he dialed, he almost flipped to see Mr. Borden come out of his building. Well, now his mother knew for sure. Mr. Borden didn't notice him as he passed by and Bill thought he looked a bit glassy-eyed.
Joe answered the phone and said his mother wasn't there and that Bill should come right up. It was nice seeing his old friend again. He told Joe all about leaving Persy and what had happened since. When he told him about the two girls, he didn't want to admit that he couldn't remember much about what had happened, so he made up a pretty good story. Joe had a hard-on while he listened, but if Bill had realized his story wasn't as good as the truth, if he could only remember it, he would have had a hard-on too.
When Bill told Joe that he was broke, but not ready to go home Joe offered to hide him out in his place. His parents would be coming home, but if Bill came back after they went to bed he could sleep in the big closet off the living room. They arranged a place for Bill to sleep on a wide sheif in there and it looked real cozy.
Bill borrowed a few dollars from his buddy when dinner time approached. They planned for Bill to show up at midnight. Now Bill was faced with about six hours to kill with only a few bucks to spend. He found a cheap double feature to see.
By the time he walked down to where the movie was playing, then back up to Joe's, it would be almost midnight.
The movies were pretty good; two westerns, one of which he'd seen before. The walk back uptown was nice. Being in the city completely on his own was new to him. By now, his mother would have found his note so she wouldn't be worried, and he had a nice, warm place to stay. The only thing that bothered him was that he still hadn't scored – or if he had, he couldn't remember it.
Joe had let the doorman in on their plot, so when Bill showed up, he let him in without ringing. Joe was waiting to slip him in and before long, Bill was alone irk his closet hideaway. It was dark and close in there, but he liked the peace and quiet, and it was exciting to have to hide. They had fixed him up a nice bed with blankets and a pillow so he had everything he needed. Well, almost everything. Bill realized that he wasn't going to be able to fall asleep without taking a leak first. He bated to take the chance of being discovered, but he had to. The apartment had been dark when he came in so he figured it was pretty safe.