“Bill…?”
He stopped, turned to look back at her.
Impulsively, then, she came to him, lightly, and placed a cool, gentle kiss on his lips. It was the kiss of a little girl, without passion or a hint of sex… like a tiny girl would kiss her father.
“Thank you… for a wonderful evening,” she breathed; then, turning, swiftly, she was gone, disappearing inside the front door of her rooming house, leaving him standing there, even more confused and non-plussed. He shook his head in disbelief.
The innocence of that soft kiss, its undemanding, almost sterile impression brought forth a memory, almost lost, of a forgotten moment of his days in high school. Another girl had kissed him, like that, breathed a quick I love you, Bill into his ear, before running, lithely, up to her front door, to go inside.
He had misunderstood. Instantly, his sex arose, his young, virile cock pulsed and throbbed in his pants, and he had caught her, before she had the door open, grabbed her, crushed her to him, kissing her wildly, passionately, caressing her stimulatingly, forcing himself upon her… until with a broken will, a heart beating like a trip-hammer, a strange, ready moistness between her legs and a thundering, slashing desire in her loins, she had taken him into the black darkness of her backyard, where on a redwood garden lounge she had given him her virginity and her undying love. It had been the first time for both of them. It had not been the last, for she had become pregnant. Bill’s Uncle Morris had paid for the abortion.
Afterwards, Uncle Morris had called his teen-aged ward into his study. He had been direct and blunt with the boy.
“Damn it, Bill… this is a messy business!”
“Yes, Sir… I-I…” Bill had begun.
“Listen! From now on, if you want a piece of ass… make God damned sure there’s no possibility of getting a kid… understand?”
“Yes, Sir…”
“You know about using condoms… rubbers?
“I do, now… Uncle Morris…” he said, sheepishly.
“Well… get yourself a supply of them and use them!”
“I will… It was a fervent promise.
“Better yet…” the gray-haired, still virile man went on, “I’ve got some connections There’s a whore house I know about… where you can go regularly… if you want to get your nuts off… with no God damn worries! The women down there are clean… and you’ll learn some things about fucking these little pimply-faced, scrawny kids’ll never know anything about!”
Bill was interested, immediately, but he held back his enthusiasm. “Yes, Sir… that’d be great… but…”
“But, what?” Uncle Morris grumbled.
“Aren’t those… those women… in the houses like, that… kind of expensive…?”
“Hell no! Not as expensive as this abortion I just paid for!” the uncle had said, punctuating his words with a big fist pounded on his desk.
“Yes, Sir… I think I understand… what you mean…”
“You’re damned right it is!… But, you don’t worry about the money end of it… I’ll take care of it… see you’ve got money in your pocket! Do you understand, boy?”
“Yes, Sir… I-I understand…”
“Good!” Uncle Morris snapped. “I’m going out there, myself… tonight! You want to come along… start learning the ropes…?”
The boy looked at his uncle, startled, disbelieving what he had just heard. “W-With you… Uncle Morris…? You go to those places too?”
“… And, why’n hell not? I’ve got to get a piece of ass pretty regularly, myself! I’m still holding my own!”
It was from that moment that Bill had begun to see his Uncle Morris in a new and different light, yet there were many things he did not know about his uncle, such as his intricate business dealings or why he had chosen to remain unmarried. Only rarely did the older man reveal anything of himself to the boy or to his sister, Bill’s mother. One thing he did know, after that, was the frequency with which his uncle visited the women, in that place, down on Highway 101.
Silently, as he had stood there, Bill watched Faye disappear inside the front door of her rooming house. He had not moved to restrain her; the memories of another time, that other girl, crowded into his brain and held him rooted to the steps.
“I’ll be damned!” he said aloud, reaching up to touch his lips in wonder.
Can things repeat themselves? He wondered about it… thinking: She was just like Ginger… Virginia… yes, that was her name… Virginia O’Malley! I think’ I really loved her! She was the first girl I had ever fucked… and I really wanted to marry her! I would have, too… but Uncle Morris said getting rid of, the kid was best… and 1 listened to him… damn it!
Slowly, the young engineer turned, descended the steps, traversed the walk and crossed the sidewalk to the curb where he got into his car, started it and drove through quiet streets to the freeway on-ramp, heading toward his home in Santa Monica, rather the home still provided him by his Uncle Morris.
Things could have turned out different! Ginger wanted to keep the baby… and she wanted to marry me… too!… But, Uncle Morris knew better… damn him! Sure… he’s raised me… took care of me… and all that… after my Dad died… and I should feel grateful… I am, I guess… in a way… but Christ! It’s just like I belonged to him… always doing just what he wanted me to do! The crazy part is… I’m still doing it! Now, there’s Faye, I could really go for her! I want to fuck her so damned bad I can almost taste it! 1 haven’t thought about marrying any woman for years… They’re always thinking about it though… trying to trap you into marrying them… one way or another!… But why should I marry one when I’ve been able to get all the fucking I want… whenever I want it? Yet… Faye just made it pretty damned clear where she stands: No sex… without love… and love to her means marriage! God! How I want her! My damned balls ache so much I can hardly stand it!
He knew one quick solution for that! Suddenly, he stomped the accelerator, sending the little car screaming down the freeway, ducking off of it onto the broad boulevard leading to the coast and arriving at his destination, in a matter of a few minutes. Bill Wright’ was always welcome there!
Kitty looked back over her shoulder at him. “For God’s sake, Bill… take it easy on me! You’ll split me wide open!”
Glassy-eyed with passion, grunting pantingly, Bill labored behind her, a smooth, creamy-white buttock grasped in either hand, his big, throbbing cock pounding in and out of her moistly lubricated cunt with reckless abandon.
“Hold still, damn it!” he growled at her. “I’m going to fuck you in the ass, now!”
“No… not this time, Bill! Please? You know I don’t like it that way… like Ginny does… she whined. “Let me suck you off, instead.
O.K.?”
Kitty was one of the regulars… and one of his favorites at the Pacifica Royale Motel and Lodge. There were other, more beautiful women who worked the Pacifica as prostitutes, but Kitty’s experience, her ability to please and satisfy him, always brought him back to her. She, on her part, was always glad to have the young engineer share a bed with her for a few hours. Then, too, he always paid her better.
“Yeah… O.K.” he agreed, pulling his hardened, aching cock from her sheathing cunt and flopping back on the pillows, the shaft of his massive prick standing up jack-staff straight above his hairy loins.
Quickly, Kitty was over him, her agile tongue licking and caressing the length of his throbbingly engorged cock, her mouth, finally, capturing the smooth, shiny redness of the bulbous head.
Her smooth, warm mouth was like honey, her tongue wildly gyrating around the sensitive corona, the tip of it dipping into the tiny slit, occasionally; then, as her head began to bob, moving up and down the shaft of his expanding cock, absorbing his length to the fullest into her mouth and throat with ever-quickening pace, she brought him to a spewing ejaculation, in a few minutes, and she swallowed his white, hot semen, voraciously, licking and sucking to get all of it to the very last drop.