The questioning frown that he wore on his face disappeared with her acceptance, and was replaced by a broad smile. He knew that he always looked better when he smiled, but recently he'd had very little to smile about. "My name's Jim Hayes," he said as he pulled open the door to his compartment and stood aside to let her pass into the small room.
"Suzanne Olsen," she said noncommittally. "Sit down and make yourself comfortable," Jim said as he pulled the door closed.
"Where you going?" she asked as Jim settled himself next to her on the seat.
"San Mateo. How about you?" he countered.
"Same place. How about that; we're going to the same place," she said with a note of surprise in her voice.
"Yeah. You going to be at the institute? I hear it's really pretty good," Jim said, glad that they had found something that they could talk about.
"I don't think so. Maybe, after I'm there for awhile."
"Oh, I thought you might be an art student," he said, trying to hide his disappointment.
"Why?" she fenced, trying to put him on the defensive.
"Oh, no reason. Just trying find out where you're at," Jim countered.
Their eyes met in the silence that followed and locked. Suzanne was aware of the current that passed between them. She was getting the vibes that this guy would like to ball her. She thought about it, and came to the conclusion, why not. It was a statement, not a question.
"What are you going to San Mateo for?" she asked, now that she had made up her mind as to her course of action.
"Going to write a book. A novel."
"That's interesting," she said with a smile, "What's it going to be about?"
"About a man that destroys himself in his search for true love," Jim said, looking frankly at her young face.
"Groovy, if he knows what he's looking for," she said, returning his look and trying to read its meaning.
"That's what it's all about," Jim said. “That's what the character in the book is trying find out, and in the process of making that determination he destroys not only himself, but also the only woman that truly loved him."
"It sounds like it will be a sad story," she said.
"Basically, it will be exciting because of the different experiences he has in the search for the ultimate in love, or at least, for a clear definition of love."
"Does he ball a lot of women?" she asked turning the conversation to things that she could understand a little better than abstract ideas.
"Well, yeah," Jim said a bit defensively, "He'd have to, in order to put physical love and emotional love in the proper perspective."
"Have you balled a lot of women?" she frankly asked.
"Well, sure. I mean, I've probably had my fair share," Jim said, a little confused by the candor that this young girl used with an almost perfect stranger. "Why do you want to know?" he countered, attempting to take the initiative and turn the conversation to his advantage.
"I just wondered whether you were any good in bed, that's all," Suzanne shot back.
"There's only one real way to know," Jim said, feeling the blood rising in his head.
"What's that?" Suzanne said flatly.
"Go to bed with me,"
"Okay."
"When?" he questioned, a lump of fear rising in his throat. Christ, he didn't know what this kinky little chick was going to say next.
"What's the matter with right now?"
Jim Hayes looked at the girl sitting in the seat next to him as if he hadn't heard her reply. When he had asked her, he had been partly joking, just making with bantering conversation, but she had seriously accepted his offer, and didn't seemed concerned that they hardly knew one another, had not discussed backgrounds or anything that he was accustomed to doing with girls that he was trying to seduce. In this case he wasn't even sure who was being seduced, him or her.
"Well, you got a hang-up on sex or something?"
"Hell no," Jim said with all the conviction that he could muster.
"Then why are you biting your lip?"
"Fuck you!" he flared.
"Isn't that the idea?" Suzanne said dryly. Jim jumped to his feet and hurried to the door of his compartment and shot the bolt. Turning, he saw that Suzanne was leaning over, unconcernedly unzipping her knee-high boots and pulling them off her long, shapely legs. He had wanted all the experiences that life could offer, and now he was getting them, he thought. A chilling shiver of fear ran through him as he thought that maybe, just maybe, this young girl was far more sexually sophisticated than he was. He'd exaggerated a little when he told her that he had had affairs with a multitude of women. He figured that he could hold his own, but then he had never encountered anyone like Suzanne before either and he was very unsure of his ground. He decided to bluff.
Suzanne looked up after discarding her boots and glanced at the flushed face of Jim Hayes as he pulled his short-sleeved sport shirt out from under the waistband of his straight, establishment-type pants. Maybe she had made a mistake in picking this older man as her first lover other than her brother and mother. Was he really one of those hung-up establishment types? Her young mind mused on that for a moment, and then she remembered that he had told her that he was a writer and she felt better.
Unbuttoning his shirt and trying to look cool and slightly disinterested, as if he had done this sort of thing every day of his life, Jim watched as Suzanne stood up after taking off her boots, and pulled her simple white peasant blouse with short puffy sleeves from the top of her light green mini-skirt. She was standing directly in front of the window and the slanting rays of the afternoon sun silhouetted her figure under the thin material. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her rounded, full breasts flattened slightly as she lifted her arms to pull the blouse over her head. She leaned over as she pulled the cloth free and Jim stared with admiration and a feeling of luck as he watched her twin globes swinging freely beneath her slightly inclined body. He promised himself that he was going to pull out all the stops with this chick and fuck like he had never fucked before.
Dropping her blouse on the seat, Suzanne turned to face Jim and smiled when she caught him looking hungrily at her half-exposed body. Her shou1ders squared and lifted as she proudly thrust her breasts out to let him get the full effect of her rounded fullness. She was proud of her body and wanted other people to appreciate it as much as she did.
By comparison, she looked at the body of the man standing in front of her. His muscles were hard under a layer of fat, but he wasn't unpleasantly fat, she thought; a little exercise ought to firm him right up. The chest was well-muscled and wide, tapering to a narrow waist. He was unbuckling his belt and undoing the snap at the top of his pants. As she watched, he turned and sat on the seat. He leaned over and untied the laces of his shoes and pulled them off. His socks followed.
"You have a nice body," Jim said, turning to Suzanne.
"That's what I've been told."
"Well, I'm telling you."
"You'd have a nice body if you'd get a little more exercise," Suzanne said frankly.
A chilling jolt of embarrassment shot through Jim's frame at the bluntness of the girl's remark. He started to get angry and then thought better of the idea. After all, he knew that what she had said was true, and she was apparently a person who didn't follow the normal rules, and therefore said what she thought. "You're right," he said in reply, "sitting behind a typewriter for most of the day does puff one out a bit."
"Right on."
Pushing down his pants, Jim ignored the girl while he concentrated on getting his legs out of his pants. When he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts he became painfully aware that his penis was hard, pushing against the front of his jockey shorts. Taking a deep breath, he pushed them down and stepped out of them. There was nothing that he could do to hide his rampant condition.