And why did that bring him to Otterbein’s office?
“I might have a few dollars for you,” he said. “If you’re the right Otterbein.”
Back home on Osprey Drive, he hung the seersucker jacket in the closet, took another shower. He started to get dressed, then changed his mind and put on a robe.
He found things to do on the computer, and around three-thirty he took a call from Barb. Were they still on for four?
He said they were, and a few minutes before the hour he heard her car make the turn into his drive. He was at the door when she reached it, and she met him with an open-mouthed kiss and a hand reaching into his robe.
“God, what a day,” she said. “But you’re gonna make me forget all about it, aren’t you?”
Nineteen
At ten-thirty the next morning he was parked near the entrance to the Cinema Village fourplex at the Chiefland Mall. He didn’t have to wait long before the silver Lexus pulled alongside.
“The screens are dark until noon,” he told her. “We’re better off leaving your car at the other end, over by the Penney’s. Go find a spot and I’ll pick you up.”
She nodded and parked among the mall’s few dozen customers, and when she joined him in the Monte Carlo he must have been staring, because she asked what was wrong.
He said, “I forget how beautiful you are.”
“Oh, please.”
“It’s your eyes, I think. The blue of them. It’s always more intense than I remember.”
“Do we really have a love nest? Or was that just a story?”
In bed she said, “So? Who’d you get? The pregnant lady?” Roberta Ellison, née Bobbie Jondahl.
“The other one,” he said.
“Real Estate Girl. What’s her name?”
“Barbara Hamill.”
“Do I know her? I don’t think so. Is she a Barbie Doll, all tits and a tiny waist?”
“She goes by Barb, and her waist’s a ways from tiny.”
“Is she a fatty? Do you get to wallow around in all that flesh?”
“She’s not fat.”
“Nice tits?”
“They’re okay,” he said. “Her ass is her best feature.”
“Nicer than mine?”
“There’s no part of anybody that’s nicer than any part of you.”
“Yeah, right. But Barbie’s got a great ass? Pardon me, I mean Barb. Does she make the most of it? Does she like it in the ass?”
“She does now.”
“She didn’t but now she does? Thanks to kindly old Doctor Miller?”
He told her about the phone sex, the tranny fantasy. “Yesterday,” he said, “we had some more phone sex. But without the phone.”
“Tell me about the couple.”
“What couple? Oh, those two time-wasters with no idea what they wanted? There’s nothing to tell.”
“Make something up.”
“What do you mean? They weren’t hot enough to have a fantasy about.”
“So make them hotter. Make her beautiful, make him handsome.”
“And?”
“You’re showing this house, and they put the moves on you.”
“Not those two, but okay, I get it. Give me a minute, let me think, and how am I supposed to think with you inside me? Oh, Jesus. Well, you’re right, she’s a beauty, in a sort of unformed girlish kind of way. And he’s not handsome, in fact you’d have to say he was ugly, but like a dangerous bad guy in a movie, you know? Very sexy, you’re scared of him but there’s something about him that makes you want to fuck him.”
“And?”
“And right away I got a little bit of a tingle from the way he looked, and the way he was looking at me. And I got the feeling he wanted to make a move, but how could he with his wife there?
“So I’m showing them this palatial condo, top floor with a storybook view, and I know it’s out of their price range but I take them there anyway, and he goes to use the bathroom, and the wife comes up and slips her arm around my waist, and in the most matter-of-fact way she says, ‘You know, Barb, my husband would totally love to fuck you.’ ”
“So the move came from her.”
“And I swear I never saw it coming! There she is with her hand on my hip, and she moves it so she’s stroking my ass, real gently, yes, like you’re doing now, that’s right—”
“And?”
“And she says, ‘And I’d like to watch him, I’d like to see his big hard cock going in and out of you, and after he fills you full of cum I’ll get down there and clean you up and make you come all over again.’ ”
“You must have been excited.”
“Crazy excited, and scared at the same time, because I never did anything like this, I was never with a woman and certainly never with a couple and — oh, I wish you would fuck me hard, but you’re just going to keep it inside me, aren’t you, and not move at all, and, and—”
“Did they do what she said?”
“He fucked me really hard. Held my legs up over my head so he could get in really deep, and it hurt me some but I was too hot to care. And she was kissing me all over my face and pinching my nipples, pinching them really hard, and I generally don’t like that, but this time it seemed right. And talking to me while she’s kissing me, all this breathy love talk, ‘Oh, you’re so pretty, you’re so sweet.’ And his cock, hammering away at me, and I came so hard I just about blacked out.
“And the next thing I knew, she had her face between my legs and she was licking my pussy and I knew I wasn’t going to respond because I’d just come so hard. But I thought, well, pay attention, because this is a new experience for you and you might as well see what it’s like. And it was different, you know, a woman’s mouth is different, and knowing it’s a woman doing it, that makes it different, too. And before I knew it I was excited all over again, and not just a little excited but really crazy hot, and I started to come, and she kept eating me and I just kept coming.
“And I’m lying there, and he’s holding my head, turning it so my face is right in front of her pussy. And he’s like, ‘Time to return the favor, don’t you think?’ And she’s all, ‘No, Barb, only if you want to,’ and it hits me that I have to taste her, that I’ll die if I don’t get my mouth on her. And it’s not like I don’t know what girls taste like, I’ve touched myself and sucked my finger a million times, but now I’m licking her and it’s amazing, and then I feel him behind me, and he’s fucking me while I’m eating out his beautiful wife, and—”
“And it never happened,” Lisa said. “She just made it up.”
“Right.”
“I’d say Scheherazade gets to live another night. And you were doing her while she was telling you the story.”
“Uh-huh. It’s not word for word, but it’s as close as I could come without taping her.”
“That might be interesting.”
“What, taping her?”
“Be easy enough, right there in your own house. Then we could actually hear her telling the story. Or is it better with you recounting it to me? Hmmm.”
“Hmmm indeed.”
“And you were inside her while she was talking? Like you’re inside me now?”