For a few minutes, the two of them lay in silence, their genitals still lewdly joined. Rebekah reached up and ran her hand lightly down Jim's back, then she opened her lovely green eyes and smiled.
"That was great, little lover," she said. "Want to do something just for me?" her voice lowered to a whisper. "Get up and walk on my body with your precious little toes," she begged in an even throatier voice.
"My… my… walk?" Jim stuttered in amazement.
"Yes, dear one, just walk around. Please! Hurry! I'll teach you how."
As soon as Jim overcame his surprise he sat and finally got onto his knees and then onto his feet. He looked down at the beautiful hour-glass waist, the large tits, the flaring hips. Well, he thought, if that's what she wants. With her hands guiding and balancing him, he stepped onto her ribs and with a giggle he couldn't suppress, dug his toes in under her tits. To him it was a lark. It could turn into a lot of fun, he thought, gazing down at her ecstatic, closed-eyed face. The only thing was, he hoped she didn't want to stand on him! That's all he needed was a couple of cracked ribs!
CHAPTER FOUR
Tommy had a great idea for Saturday. He consulted the other members of the cult. They had a club meeting Friday after school. During his apprenticeship to Rebekah Howell, Jack Wood had run into Andy Wallace, and they discovered that whatever differences they had, they had one big thing in common, working for Rebekah Howell. It was a great and enthusiastic discovery. It was a day of consternation and a day to be remembered. Consequently, they made it a club holiday. Later, when Tommy Speigle was initiated into the club, he joined with the other two in looking forward to the grand celebration of Founders' Day, which was coming up in just a few months. Everyone expected that Tommy would still be in Rebekah Howell's employ when the day actually arrived, but Tommy's mother had forced termination of the mysterious job just before the holiday would be upon them. This necessitated some fast action on the part of the club members. If they let Miss Howell hire some little boy they didn't know, the chances were she could never get him initiated into sex in time for the holidays. They had to plant their own candidate, install a spy, and after about an hour of cookie crunching and Coke drinking thought, they came up with the name of Jim Craft.
Jim was one of the gamiest people they knew. He was willing to try anything. Born with an angelic face, he had spent his twelve years pulling out of the motherly embraces of all kinds of women, young and old, acquainted, related, and strange. If anyone could make a woman squeeze him or make love to him before she wanted to, Jim Craft could. And he would go along with the idea on relatively little information, without a lot of squabbles or backtracking. Because of the same angelic face, he often had trouble identifying himself as one of the guys. Inevitably, he had to prove himself by punching as hard, running as fast, and otherwise passing the standards of manly competition to gain acceptance in his peer group. He would be very happy to gain acceptance in yet another way, such as fucking Miss Howell. In fact, Tommy, who had known Jim for some time, told the other members of the club that Jim was aching to lose his virginity. All in all, he had been the perfect candidate for the job and was duly elected.
Now everything was established and running smoothly. Jim had the job and was walking around school with his head in the clouds so that was going smoothly. But the holiday was on a Tuesday, and all the boys were aware that Saturday was the big day at Rebekah Howell's. The hours of "work" were longer and there would be more time for any festivities which they might plan. And so they had their meeting, asking Jim Craft to come about an hour after they started. Tommy took care of that.
The plan, as it was finally worked out, hinged on Tommy's being able to convince Miss Howell that it was urgent for him to see her on Saturday, just about a half hour before Jim was to go to "work". Since he must no longer be seen going to her house, she would have to let him in through the secret cave. Of course, all the boys would enter that way, with the exception of Jim Craft.
"Secret cave?" Jim asked, bewildered, when they revealed their plans to him.
"Yeah," Andy told him. "You probably won't find out about it unless for some reason it's necessary." He chuckled maliciously. After all, he had just told Jim about it. It was a joke and he looked around for approval.
"I just found out, I guess," Jim grinned. Then the other boys caught on.
"Yeah, it's become necessary," Jack quipped, his freckled face alive with merriment.
"That's right," piped up Tommy. "Now you know about the cave."
"I don't know very much about it," reasoned Jim. "Where is it?"
"We'll show you sometime," Andy told him. "There ain't time now. What we got to do right now is get our plans straight so we know what we're going to do."
The next day, Rebekah received the promised telephone call early in the morning. Tommy just had to see her. Would she please let him in through the cave? The older woman felt a twinge of something she could not quite define. She was wary, but when she asked questions of him, he shushed her with the warning that he had to hang up because his parents were home. Without thinking properly or having the chance to consider her intuitive reluctance, Rebekah consented. At the agreed-upon time, she opened the cave entrance. She waited. Tommy knew the way upstairs, and he knew enough to call to her that it was all right to close the cave again, so she waited by the lever in the closet.
She heard the door open downstairs and waited longer, expecting his call at any minute. She hoped he would hurry because Jim would be coming. Inspecting herself in the mirror, she wondered if she should be wearing the tight-fitting sweater and the short mini-skirt for Tommy's visit as well as Jim's. Since she and Tommy had to break things off, she didn't want to appear enticing to him. It wasn't fair. She looked down at her toes, curling up from the rug. Maybe she ought to wear slippers, too. But before she could take action, there was Tommy.
"Hi, Miss Howell!" he said cheerily at the door of her bedroom.
"Hi," she said, startled. She looked toward him, but before she could even realize that she also saw other figures behind him, she heard them cheer.
"Yaaaaay, Miss Howell!" they cried.
"We have come to make you an honorary member of our club, Miss Howell," a voice spoke up, a familiar voice, vaguely. Then she recognized that it was Andy Wallace. She had not seen him for a long time!
"This is our holiday, Miss Howell." Jack Wood was also there. She couldn't believe it. Jack continued, "You have to celebrate it with us. It's Founders' Day!"
"Oh?" The poor woman had not gotten over her surprise at seeing them all together. She didn't even know they knew each other or at least of each other's connection with her. Petrified, she could not speak more than the single word in a breath.
"Yeah," Tommy piped up. "We thought you'd like to belong to the club as long as there is one!"
God, Jim Craft was among them, too. That made four boys altogether. In consternation she dropped to sitting on her bed as all four of them moved toward her. She started to rise, then she hesitated. She could feel her heart pounding in her breast, and there was a constricting tightness in her throat that made it difficult for her to speak, but she knew she couldn't submit, like this, to what was obviously the beginnings of a rape.
Then it occurred to her that there was not too much she could do. If they had shared their secrets of her with each other, what was to keep them from sharing them with others, like the police! Still, she had to put up a fight. She was determined to do so. After all, she had done as much for each of them as they had done for her. She had never forced any of them. She didn't believe she had exerted any undue influence. She did not deserve being ganged up on against her will!