Pretty soon, the living room's total atmosphere had changed. It was decidedly more pleasant, Gloria felt. Now it looked used; and this pleased her more than she had thought it would. It was still uncluttered but now it had what she called "feeling."
It was later that same afternoon when Gloria James' telephone rang. Beth was in the living room straightening out hers and her brother's clothing, making a pile to go down to the washing machine in the basement.
Her brother was downtown on an errand for Mrs. James.
Gloria answered the telephone:
"Hello?"
It was Bosie. He wanted to know if she was busy.
This made Gloria James smile. She also felt a tremor up inside her bleeding cunt. Images of him slapping her upturned face with his huge weapon flashed across her brain. Memories of how tasty he was, how salty his balls and prick were and how he acted when she fingerfucked his asshole flooded her emotions.
"Not especially, Bosie. What's on your mind?"
"I'm not too tied up."
"Maybe you'd like to be," Gloria laughed, conscious that Bosie had made what used to be called a "Freudian Slip," that is, what he really meant was that maybe he'd like to be "tied up," literally or figuratively.
"That's nice. Neither are we."
"We? Oh, yeah, you mean, those kids who own that van, huh? Neither are we."
"Yeah," said Gloria mimicking his Polish accent.
"Say," said the big man, "how'd those two kids take it when they found I ripped off the whole business 'stead of a couple of lousy suitcases, huh?"
"They both loved you for that, Bosie."
"You mean the girl, too?"
"Especially her, Bosie. She told me she could give you a thousand-kisses." She waited for his reaction. She could imagine his big cock stiffening. She could imagine him talking nude on the telephone, his great hand and his strong fingers gripping his huge cock, working it, jerking it off, and she could hear him breathing hard.
"Geesus," he exclaimed. Then there was a long pause. "Hey, you still there, Gloria?"
"Yes. Still here, Bosie."
"I ain't keepin' you, none, huh?"
"No." She'd decided to let him take the initiative. This way he'd feed right into her hand. She had had certain ideas about him since her adventure up in the attic above the garage. Some wild ideas. She could turn the big man into her groveling body slave if she so desired. The trouble was-she couldn't make up her mind.
"How's about me comin' over for a bit, huh?"
"I don't see why not."
"We could pretend you got another lock problem there in the fraternity house, huh? Could we do that for an excuse, huh?" he asked. His breathing was definitely on the bellows level now, Gloria told herself. As if he were pumping up a fire in the fireplace.
"Sure," she said, cooling it.
"So, like when can I come…?"
"Bosie?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you jerking off that beautiful cock of yours right now while you're talking to me?"
"Oh God… oh God!"
"Are you?"
A long pause. "How'd you know, Gloria? How'd you know that? You a pyscho or something like that?"
"It's psychic, Bosie. Not psycho. A psycho's s nut."
She told him to hurry over. To park his car up in the driveway that led to the rear garage. She told him to enter the back door of the garage the way she'd shown him. To climb up to the attic. To take down his pants. To light the candle she had up there. To get the bottle of white wine out of the small refrigerator.
"Geesssuuusss Holy Christ!" he exclaimed.
"… and you'll wait for me, right, Bosie?"
"God, Yes! I'd wait till hell freezes over for you, Gloria. I'd do anything you tell me… anything… oh God!"
Hanging up the telephone, Gloria James strolled into the living room. Beth was just taking off a new skirt she'd bought but hadn't tried on. She was wearing her skimpy panties.
"Hi," she said, flashing one of her lovely smiles that made her face light up like some beautiful flower.
"Hi, darling," said Gloria. She sat down on the couch. She ran her fingers up Beth's naked legs, then between her warm silky thighs.
"You feel like some fun in a little while, darling?"
"What kind?" She bent down and kissed Gloria's moist lips, then spread her thighs open wider when she felt Gloria's probing fingers caressing the lips of her happy cunt.
Gloria told her about Bosie.
"The man who stole our van for us, right?!" She clapped her hands. "He's just a darling. Of course. Do you mean, we can have some fun with him?"
"If you'd like, darling."
"I'd love to. Just to thank him."
"You're sweet, Beth."
"And you're a darling, Gloria."
As Beth continued working, putting things away and sorting things out for what looked like a long long stay, Gloria James spelled out the details of the session she'd had with Bosie alone up in the attic.
"Holy Cow, that sound just crazy. Really crazy! I love my brother's sweat. And I just adore the odor of stale urine. Once Jeff fucked me on a men's urinal and I just flooded over, Gloria. I don't understand what makes me so hot when I smell it, but I have to agree with you," the young girl went on, "that it surely does something to a girl."
Gloria told her about Bosie slapping her face with his huge hard prick.
"That's making me so hot, Gloria," she began to whimper. "So hot… soooooooooooo hot," she winked.
"Lay down on your belly on the couch, darling," said the older woman.
"Ohooooooo, yesssssss… I want you tongue… I want it."
"Where do you want my tongue, darling? Tell me. Where do you want my tongue, darling?"
Beth spread her legs wide apart. She pulled her panties to one side. This exposed the delicious crack of her ass. She looked over her shoulder. She pointed with her finger to her anus.
"I want it here, Gloria. I want it up my ass!"
Chapter 12
With the hot afternoon sun beating down on the tiled roof of the garage building and with all the windows closed tightly, no ventilation whatever, the interior of the attic was unusually close. Not a whisper of fresh air circulated in the room. The odor of the cedar was unusually dense. Because of the absorbing capacity of the roof tiles, the temperature inside the attic grew higher and higher.
In Gloria's apartment, she and Beth dressed for the anticipated sex session with Bosie. Both wore ultra sheer nylon stockings, charcoal-colored, with whimpsy garters circling their thighs. At first they were going to wear garter belts but changed their minds.
Both wore clinging transparent panties that encased their lovely buttocks with what could be called simply 'flair' every sweet curve severely outlined and quite as visible as was every single hair on their beautiful cunts. Beth's pinkish pussy lips were quite evident through the sheer material of the crotch.
Each painted the other's erect nipples with bright crimson lipstick. Each made up the other's eyes. Just before they were ready to go, Beth was admiring Gloria when her eyes widened.
"You've got you period, Gloria?!" Gloria smiled. She reached between her thighs. She gave a tiny jerk on the small piece of string that protruded from between her purplish cunt lips. "Yes."
"Oh my… oh my… "
Gloria nodded. "Yep" she smiled. "It'll add a little spice to the afternoon, don't you think?"
They laughed together.
"Hey," Gloria almost shouted. "I've got an idea."
Beth was all ears.
"Listen, what do you say, you also sneak a Tampax up that little hot pussy of yours even if you're not bleeding. It'll probably either excite the living hell out of him to see both of us with tiny strings coming out of our slits or it'll turn him off completely, what do you think, darling?"
Beth smiled. "Does it matter really. Listen," she said, "we knew a girl in one of the places our stepmother put us who had a boyfriend who absolutely refused to fuck her unless she had a Tampax inside her cunt."