"Why-uh, no…" Georgia looked down at the dog, which had by now glommed practically all of the hamburger and was again looking up at her with those strange eyes, so big and brown, like enormous dark pools filled with weird almost-human knowledge. Occasionally his fur brushed against her leg and she felt the most evanescent tremor of unexplainable excitement ripple through her overheated and frustrated loins.
She clutched her housecoat snugly around her tall, full-blown body. She had inadvertently set the plate down right on the top step to the kitchen door, and now couldn't close the door until the dog was finished eating, because his big muscular body was in the way. It was somewhat cool with the door open this way, and she could feel goose-pimples sprouting all over her shivering longish legs. The strangest feeling seemed to be crawling up her soft smooth flesh in the direction of her loins.
Trying to break out of her curious mood, she looked over at her thirteen year old daughter, saying as sharply as she could, "Look here, young lady, aren't you supposed to be getting ready for school?"
"Yes, ma'am," Karen looked down, and then swelled with pride as she noticed all over again the way her budding breasts pushed out the front of her tight white sweater. She had of late become so proud of her breasts that she incessantly tried to display them in every way possible, perhaps hoping secretly that some naughty boy would find a way to take advantage of her. But now she just tried to look humble under her mother's scolding.
"Well, then, let's get going. We can discuss our guest later – if he's still around. When you come home from school. In the meantime, young lady, a bit of breakfast is in order, I'd say."
After Karen left for school, Georgia was at last able to relax with a sigh and a cigarette on the four-seater couch in the living room. Her housecoat full open to reveal her long, milky smooth legs all the way up to the fluffy red curls growing around the soft furrow between her thighs. She could afford this state of abandon now that everyone was gone. Ordinarily Howard liked her to dress demurely and conservatively about the house, and, of course, she always tried to be a lady around her daughter. It was only when she was alone that she could really let her hair down and relax.
When she was alone. And she was increasingly that as Howard became more and more involved in the vicious exposes that were being printed about the way his company had handled that west bank land deal. He spent long hours at the office now, and when he came home he seemed to have small interest in sexual entertainment. She had always been a virtuous wife, but she was still, after all, a female, and she had gotten used to the lustful feel of a hotly throbbing penis sunk deep inside her hungry vagina from time to time. At Georgia's age, if Masters and Johnson were right, a woman was just coming into her most sensual period. A period when some of the former taboos inculcated by her parents had been dissolved, and when she had learned viscerally the value of a hard male member being driven upward into her churning belly. With age, a woman took taboos less seriously, although, of course, she continued to consider the threat of exposure and the need for discretion. One did not destroy a family – which was, after all, a business built up over a lifetime – merely for the sake of some fleeting sexual satisfaction and its attendant relaxation.
On the other hand, if she had wanted to have an affair she wouldn't have known where to begin. Oh, numerous of Howard's "friends" had made the usual overtures, but there was still nonetheless the omnipresent problem of discretion. She wouldn't have undercut her life with Howard for anything. Theirs had been a childhood romance which had blossomed to fruition through high school and junior college. She genuinely loved Howard, and she would always love him, even if they never had sex again.
Still, there was this terrible need which seemed to be eating her pussy alive.
The tormented young redhead stubbed out the cigarette and gazed with drooping, dreamy eyelids toward the kitchen, wondering idly if the visiting dog were still there.
Dogs, she thought. Now, dogs didn't have any such problems. They took sex as they felt like it, without incurring any social problems. They didn't mate for life, the way people did.
Georgia found herself wondering how that strange dog made out with his sex life, being so obviously on the loose, and probably on the run as well. Was it easy for him to meet accommodating female dogs in his wanderings?
And why, come to think of it, did she continue referring to "it" as a male? For all she knew, the dog might be female. She hadn't really glimpsed any sex equipment. Not that she was quite sure what to look for. She had seen a few dogs fornicating in public parks and other places in her life, but had never paid much attention. And as for dogs at rest, well, she supposed that the ones with pointy little furry protrusions under their bellies were male. Otherwise she couldn't remember much of anything.
But now her latent curiosity was aroused. It might pass an otherwise dull day to find out just what the dog sex situation was for sure, and Karen had suggested that she give the dog a bath, hadn't she? Or had Georgia thought of that originally by herself? Now she wasn't quite sure.
Like most people, male or female, Georgia had a natural lurid curiosity which she would be happy to satisfy if she weren't caught at it, a totally natural and deep-seated interest in all things obscene – just because they were forbidden.
And now she was alone in the house, with the rest of the family not due back for many hours, and that strange, powerful-looking animal waiting out back. Waiting for her? Because she had fed him, of course. Probably waiting for more food. Well, there was no harm in that. That was acting from the standpoint of normal self-interest.
But she would definitely have to do something about cleaning up the filthy animal. She had promised that she would – although it didn't occur to her to question just who she had made this promise to.
Her dark eyes blinked prettily as she stubbed out another cigarette and got up, drawing her housecoat tightly about her voluptuous form. Yes, she would take him upstairs and give the poor beast a bath. That would be the best way she could think of to pass the morning. And it would give her something to do as she continued to try to think out her problems with her husband.
CHAPTER TWO
It hadn't always been like this. Far from it, in fact, when they were courting, first in high school and then in college, Howard had been as ardent a swain as any girl could ask for. It had really taken all her willpower to retain her virginity until they were married. All those years of struggling, of fighting him off, in order to preserve her honor. It was far from easy, being so hopelessly in love with Howard as she had been.
Georgia could remember their first struggle very clearly still. It was their second date and Howard had taken her to the Max Straus Social Center on Wilson Avenue. He was driving his father's four-door black Oldsmobile at the time. (Why did the Rogers always buy black Oldsmobiles?) After the usual socializing and propriety, he had taken her up a quiet lane on Albany Street and parked in an empty lot that was completely surrounded by tall trees.
She had been crazy about Howard from the very first. For one thing he was on the school football team and was known to be very strong and tough. And he was so good looking, and such a sharp dresser, too, with his white letter sweaters and colorful ties.
So she hadn't minded a bit when he took her into his arms, there in the front seat of the Olds. She was fifteen and he was almost seventeen, and he really turned her on. Before then she hadn't even been excited by kissing. But when she felt Howard's thrusting male hardness straining to break through his Levi's where it pressed against her bare thigh, a flood of emotions was unleashed in her totally unlike anything she had ever felt before.