“What about the other men?” Judy asked.
“Once the police were able to ascertain you weren’t in the fleeing speedboat, they blew it out of the water. No survivors!”
“Dear Lord! I feel as if I’m to blame…”
“For what? For stopping a bank robbery? The police found all the diagrams and what was left of the weapons cache at the warehouse. You did your civic duty, and if anything, you’ll be commended for having the foresight to take me along.”
“The foresight to… Al, did you tell them it was my idea that you come along?”
“Certainly,” Al nodded. “After all, the man was part of your caseload. Theoretically, I knew nothing about him, and so you’re the one to be commended.”
A police officer came along after awhile and took Judy to another room where she gave her statement, leaving out the fact that she was aware Bert was living with Ann Mason, whom she also left out. All she said was, she had received an anonymous tip that Albert Karnstein was going to attempt another bank holdup or robbery, she wasn’t quite sure which. In any case, she tried to go to see Bert Karnstein at his place of residence, but saw him outside, heading toward the docks. She followed him with Al Bombannente, a fellow worker with whom she was having dinner, then told him to go call the police when she saw Bert entering the warehouse. She tried to peer in and see what was going on inside, was caught, and was raped.
When asked if she wanted to go to the hospital for treatment, she refused. She said she just wanted to go home.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“This is a lovely little place you have here,” Al said to Judy when she let him into her apartment. He had driven her home afterward, and would take her to pick up her car the following morning.
“Thanks,” she said, as he looked around the small but neat apartment.
It was a two-and-a-half room unit, with bedroom, living room, and tiny kitchen off to the right as one entered. The living room was furnished tastefully in second-hand French provincial furniture with blue coverings to match the blue carpeting. There were little ceramic dolls all over the place.
“You know, you didn’t have to drive me home,” she told him. “The police would have done it. I suppose now that that animal put his hands on me, you won’t want anything more to do with me.”
“Stop talking like a dummy,” he said to her. “Look, why don’t you go take a shower.”
“Are you leaving?”
“No.”
“Are you staying because you feel sorry for me?”
“No.”
“Then why?”
“Because, if you’re not too shaken up by your experience, I would very much like to go to bed with you. It’s too early for me to say I love you, but I sure as hell feel very strongly about you.”
Judy smiled and took to the bathroom where she had a long, hot shower. Then she came out wearing a robe, just as Al was hanging his coat and jacket in the closet. She went to the kitchenette, found the bourbon, and made them two drinks, using very little water. She handed him one glass, lifted her own glass to her tempting lips, and said, “Let’s drink to sex, Al. It’s here to stay, one way or another, whether we like it or not, and I’m not ashamed to admit, I like it.”
“To sex!” he agreed.
They touched glasses and drank, after which he said, “Why should you be ashamed? So few women really like sex.”
“But I even enjoyed it when that animal Bert Karnstein touched me,” she explained.
“It wasn’t Karnstein you enjoyed, but what he was doing to your body,” Al replied. “That merely makes you more of a physical being than most women. There’s nothing wrong with being a physical woman.”
“Are you certain it doesn’t make you like me any the less? I mean, I’m not going to get gushy and talk about things like marriage. It’s just that I don’t want you thinking of me as, well, some kind of tramp who… you know…”
“Tramp? That’s just a word, Judy. You’re a total sexual woman. My feelings toward you have only intensified, if anything. If there is marriage in the future for us, it hasn’t been changed by what happened. You didn’t go looking to be raped, but at least you had the good sense to enjoy it when it did happen. Another woman might have panicked and caused her attacker to kill her. I’m grateful you did what you did.”
“So you say,” Judy told him, putting her glass down on a nearby coffee table as he did the same thing with his glass. “But why don’t you prove it by going ahead and undressing—while I watch.”
“Okay with me,” he nodded.
Al hastily began removing his clothing, discovering a definite enjoyment in stripping before her watchful eyes. His cock was already throbbingly hard with blood, making if difficult for him to remove his undershorts. He finally got the Midways off, allowing his long, thickly throbbing member to leap from his body at an angle, stabbing the air, the swollen penile point already wet with his secretions as more viscid tears formed in the tiny slit.
Judy turned her back to him and led the way into her tiny bedroom, a small room with a large bed that took up so much space, she barely was able to open her closet doors. She lay down on the bed with her long robe still covering her, and her breath was quickly indrawn as she felt her heart beating all the more quickly in her breast. She was surprised to realize how she still needed and wanted more sex, even after what had happened. She had actually believed she was going to be turned off by sex and had put on a false front, partly to test Al, but more to test herself. Now, looking at the man’s solidly throbbing hardened rod, she knew she was more aroused than ever.
“Ummmmmm!” she nodded. “Now I can really appreciate it.”
Her eyes took in the long, thick rigidity of the cock, and she realized she loved it. Not merely because it was attached to Al Bombannente, but because it was the one cock that had given her so much unbelievable pleasure, did she love it. She found herself unable to take her eyes from the throbbing, blood-bloated tip as it shone a rich pinkish-red, only half-exposed by the retracted foreskin.
“Bring it here!” she whispered, swinging her slender legs over the side of the bed. He approached the bed and stood stark naked, tall and round, long and thick and hard before her.
Al felt all kinds of thrillingly uncontrolled spasms shooting through his body, the tremors charging electrically through every bit of him, shooting out through his fingertips and toes. He shuddered when her hand reached out and touched his cock. God! In spite of what he had gone through with the Kaufmann twins he had to admit there was no woman like this one. Her slender fingers encircled the pulsing stiffness, sliding the heavy outer skin away from her to fully reveal the inflated bulb of his glans to her anxious gaze. Her other hand slid between his weighty thighs and began to gently squeeze his testicles, holding them gingerly in the palm of his hand, kneading and caressing them. He shuddered as he saw her pretty pink tongue dart from between her tantalizing lips to lick the tiny tears continually flowing from the split in his penile point. Catching one droplet after another on her lingual digit, Judy proceeded to give the entire head several licking swirls. The ultra-sensitive head began to pulsatingly respond to her oral stimulation. His desire for her mounted with every passing second. Al groaned aloud with the sweetly thrilling sensations of her wet tongue on him. It was almost unbearably delightful. Whether he liked it or not, he was infatuated with Judy, as if the two of them were school kids.