He was so filled with gratitude at the cooperation she had given him that he kept his face glued to her organs for much longer than she would ever have anticipated. In fact Jane began to feel the stirring of a completely new arousal because of it. By this time, however, several minutes had passed. The primitive part of her mind, the dark little corner responsible for the strong sex desires she couldn't usually handle, had been temporarily satisfied.
Now she was much more clearheaded than she had been at any time during their love bout. It was depraved, she thought, to ever have let herself get so carried away. The shame she felt from what she'd let him do to her and the obscenities she had uttered to egg him on were more than enough to suppress the new warmth that was building up. The more she thought about it the more she hated to have him raise his head from her loins and meet her eyes. She really must exercise a lot more control over herself in the future.
Terry was not entirely free of a few misgivings himself. The promise of getting what he was so seldom able to find had made him a little more aggressive than he liked to remember. Not to mention his hang-up with impotence and his total inability to engage in normal sex. Had she noticed his limp excuse for a penis, he wondered? Had she thought he was a crazy animal for using his mouth on her and not even being able to get a proper erection? How was it going to be when he had to face her again? He was not, after all, presently situated in the most decorous posture with respect to their position on the couch.
Accordingly, they both behaved with exceeding humility if not with downright guilty consciences. In other circumstances their actions might have been laughable.
"Ah… Terry, I guess-" she finally began.
He extracted his face from her crotch with as much dignity as he could muster and slowly drew himself backward. Somehow his eyes discovered articles of incredible interest on the other side of the room and he concentrated on them and continued turning sideways as he spoke.
"Yes, Jane,” he weakly replied. "I suppose we'd better-”
He risked a furtive glance in her direction and when their eyes met they both nervously said, "It's getting pretty late, I guess we'd better go.”
Chancing to say the same banal words to each other filled them both with chagrin and they each gave a nervous laugh. Then Terry stood up and walked away from the couch. He got exactly one step away, then fell forward like a brick. He was in no frame of mind to remember that he had neglected to pull his pants up.
Jane earnestly wished at the moment that she had gone to the club meeting she'd originally planned to attend that night. Or that she was home arguing with daughters. Or even that she was back in the front seat of Harry's car with her brain full of alcohol and her ears filled with his drunken prattle. Anywhere but here.
But Terry handled things rather well, actually. He remembered to buckle his belt so that his pants wouldn't fall off a second time. He broke only one of the wine glasses they had used, and he managed to affect an air of pure detachment as Jane went about collecting the remains of her panty hose from the couch, floor, and coffee-table. As soon as she had rolled the filmy pieces into a ball and stuffed it deep into her purse, and after Terry had removed from his shoes all the loose change that had fallen there, they were ready to leave.
Somehow they arrived at Jane's house with a minimum of conversation and within two minutes he was driving away. It was well past midnight by this time and Jane was definitely ready for bed. She stopped in the living room and looked around the house. It was good to be back home again, back where the most exciting thing that ever happened was when her daughter came home from school to visit or one of the younger girls stayed awake a little too late. She had been spared, of course, any knowledge of the diverse activities that had taken place there that very night.
After a hot shower she was fully ready for sleep. It was so late that Jerri was even home, she noted. As she drifted off to sleep she couldn't help but feel much better about the time she had spent with Terry. Sure had been a lot of embarrassing incidents, but looking back on the whole evening, it didn't seem nearly so bad. Although she didn't want to dwell too much on it, she had to admit to herself that the night had been a far cry from the night when Harry had tried to seduce her and left her all frustrated from the aborted attempt.
After all, when she came home from being with Harry she had been tense and unable to go to sleep until-well, until the dream she'd had. She would rather not recall that with too much detail. But tonight she felt completely different. She had to face facts. Terry's lovemaking had been wonderfully satisfying for her. The warm lassitude that permeated her body gave ample proof of that. She was quick to remind herself that she definitely shouldn't have let herself get into such an immoral situation. But as for the way it had felt to her… well that was an entirely different matter. Entirely different. She drifted away to sleep and there were no dreams.
Kathie and Karen were the first ones up the next morning because they had gone to sleep hours before either Jerri or their mother. The incidents surrounding their secret spying on Rodney and Jerri seemed to have created a bit of camaraderie between them. At least they weren't arguing with each other as much as usual.
Watching their sister and her boyfriend make love had been very exciting in itself. But the discoveries they had made about each other and the confidences they'd exchanged about the forbidden practice of masturbation had created something of a common bond. One way to think of it was that they were both guilty of something they didn't dare let their mother know. Kathie, of course, was still pretty jealous of Karen's slightly advanced age and her superior physical development. And Karen was still awfully proud of the "grown-up" attributes she possessed that Kathie still lacked. She was also still somewhat resentful of how Kathie always seemed to be meddling in her business and couldn't keep her mouth shut. Yet the pair were considerably chummier than before, in spite of their differences. When Jane finally woke up and got dressed she was pleasantly surprised not to hear them yelling at each other. Jerri soon joined them and breakfast was long and enjoyable.
It seemed to Karen a good time to get her mother's permission for something that had been brewing in her mind for a while. "Mom," she asked, "can Kenny come over some night and study with me? We're in the same class and he's a real brain in match. He said he'd come help me with my homework sometime if he could.”
"Well, well," chided Jerri. "Looks like you have a new boyfriend. I thought the kid that was waving at you the other day when you and Kathie were riding your bicycles was your boyfriend.”
"Naw," Karen said, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "He's creepy. I never did like him. But Kenny isn't my boyfriend either. He just wants to study with me. Honest.”
"From the way your grades were on the last report card you sure can use some help," said Jane.
Jerri winked broadly at Karen. "Looks like you're in, Sis," she said.
Karen felt her cheeks get a little rosy. Her real reason for wanting to have Kenny over was nothing she could talk about. And the way Jerri acted about it, although she was just kidding, was far too close to the truth to be comfortable.
"Well, I suppose you can have him over sometime," said Jane. "But if you start raising a ruckus like you and Kathie usually do then I'll have to have him go home.”
"Oh. we won't," she assured. "Not if we can study up in my room where nobody'll bother us." She cast a sidelong glance at Kathie. "I'm not the only one around here that makes noise, you know," she said acidly. "If everybody'll leave us alone and let us study, we sure won't be the ones to make any noise.”