"Right here! Where in the almighty Goddamned hell do you think?" Kye swore, too angry to say more as he started toward the front gate to the street.
"Hey, wait a minute, Kye! Where are you going?" the husky teenager called after him, his lustful interest really fired this time by the other's insistently honest tone. "Come on back and tell me about it! I believe you, no crap…"
"No crap is right!" Kye snapped, for the first time feeling he had the upper-hand with this big oaf he no longer was sure was his friend. He would have to walk to the park and think about that, for friends were very important to him, such as Captain Mark and Mrs. Dianne. In Saigon, one always was skeptical of so-called comrades. Too many times they would turn out to be just that… the enemy… but he had thought all American were buddies. Now, he didn't know what to think…
Dianne had slept, but not restfully. She had dreamed insensible, sordid things which she barely remembered upon awakening to a brilliant sunshine. Evidently, she'd cried in her sleep, too, for her eyes were puffy and red-rimmed when she'd opened them. The soothing effect her midnight drinks had taken was long gone, though, the warm glow of a new California day helped. She immediately thought of her obscene performance with the young boy, but forced herself not to dwell on it. Then Mark and the mysterious "whatever" surrounding him raced into her mind and she bolted from the bed, remembering she intended to question Kye.
Quickly, she splashed her face, brushed her hair and slipped on her robe, going over in her mind how she would approach and draw the information she wanted, as well as the pledges she would insist he make. She trembled nervously as she walked into the kitchen, the thought of facing him for the first time since… since their sinfully forbidden act the night before having its full impact on her.
"Oh! Good morning, Mrs. Dianne!" his voice radiantly greeted her like an elated clarion call. He stood near the back door with his hand on the knob, ready to open it. "I have eaten and am going out to join my friend, Olaf… if it is all fight? I-I hope you slept well, Mrs. Ma'am?"
As always, with everything he had done since being there with her, his greeting, warmth, and smile overwhelmed the young, blonde wife. For a moment, she did little more than gape at him, then down at the almost laughing German shepherd staring upward at her with great brown eyes, his ears gallantly erect. She said: "H-Has Sergeant eaten, Kye?" all the things she had readied in her mind to discuss with him a sudden conglomeration of confusion.
"No, Ma'am! I know he is hungry, too! You can always tell by the pathetic gleam in his eyes!"
Dianne couldn't help but smile, for certainly the great dog was expressing just such a took. She said: "Well… leave him here with me, dear, and you go ahead. I'll feed him. We'll give him some of that roast from last night."
"If you do, he will be your friend for life, Mrs. Dianne!" Kye said, grinning. "I will be outside with Olaf."
"All right, darling… and… and there's a park two blocks from here if you'd like to walk there, but don't go any farther. Promise?"
"Yes, Ma'am, of course! What ever you say…!"
At the slam of the door behind him, Dianne sighed heavily. She'd said none of the things she wanted to, but she wasn't sorry. Later, once she got her bearings about her there would be plenty of time. She'd passed the most critical moment of all… she'd faced him, and he, her, as if nothing had ever happened between them the night before…!
She watched Sergeant ravenously gulp at the entire remainder of the roast she'd cut up for him while she sat at the table with coffee, for the first time in her life enjoying one of Mark's favorite drinks, coffee royal. How he loved it, invariably smiling at her as he splashed the cognac into the cup and reminding her that she didn't know what she was missing. Very soon, all of those little splendors would be happening between them again… and they would be so happy. Oooohhhh… what was this uneasiness eating at her concerning the one man she loved and wanted with all her heart! God! She'd love him as much even if he were the nation's number one wanted criminal! Wouldn't she? Yes! Yes! Then why was she letting this ridiculous bit she'd built up in her mind gnaw at her so? Damn… she wouldn't… She absolutely would not! Mark Keller meant too much to her to toy with! He was her whole life… and now, there was Kye to think of…
The curvaceous, blonde young wife made herself a second, then a third coffee royal before returning to her room carrying it. Through the living room window she glanced to see Kye and Olaf, a little thrill of excitement rippling through her at the sight of her ward's handsome, teenaged smile. Sergeant's almost silent treading behind her reached her ears and she smiled back at him.
"You coming with me, darling? Well… okay, but I'm going to take a shower… Guess I did make a lifelong friend after all with that roast, eh?"
Dianne paused to pet him, pleased at his warm, loving whimper for her. She laughed and entered the room, setting the coffee cup in the adjoining bath before coming back and quickly slipping out of her robe and tiny nightie. She moved to the right of the open window to catch its draft, a sense of well being filling her with the refreshing breath of clean, cool air brushing over her satiny nakedness. At first, Sergeant seated himself to watch her, then dropped prostrate, stretching out his front paws and she smiled down at him as his eyes rolled up at her.
"Lecher," she whispered, walking toward the door to close and throw the locking bolt for certain privacy. "If my husband could see you watching me naked now…"
Diane laughed once more as she walked toward the bathroom, determined to keep her pleasureful mood all day, no matter what. She flitted about the tiled room doing personal things, her sultry green eyes at last catching her own nakedly tanned curves reflected in the full length mirror on the back of the door.
For a moment, she stood unmoving, consciously, admiring her symmetrical shape… the full, pink-nippled breasts and slender waist flowing into the flared arch of her seductively curved hips and smoothly rounded thighs. Mark raved over her long legs, the shape of her calves, slender ankles and tiny feet until she was embarrassed. Though he was always fascinated by the white outline her swim-suit halter left across her breasts, it was the white stretch of her hips and lower belly where the curly triangle of sparse, blonde hair began to sprinkle over her pubic mound and vaginal lips that mesmerized him most… and at that moment too, was causing tiny shivers of excitement to ripple over her!
Oh Mark, lover! Please hurry home! I need you so badly, darling…!
Dianne sighed, smiling sensually to herself. Those damned coffee royals, she thought. They certainly had a kick like a mule… and a sexy one at that! She stepped into the shower-stall, regulating the water, the fine spraying needles exciting her naked, soft flesh, the whole uplifting process adding to her happy mood.
She remembered her Mark's often spewed philosophy that nothing was ever as bad as it first appeared and felt confident that Kye was not about to tell Mark and hurt her. He loved her and there was little question about that, then after seeing him by the door earlier, her fears along those lines were rapidly leaving her. Yet… even so, it must never happen again! She'd already made her mind up to that… still, she couldn't quite imagine what had ever taken place in her chemistry to make her lose so complete control to throw herself into the wildly abandoned act of sucking him to completion, and then… then swallowing it…
Distinctly, the entire lewd scene passed through her mind in compelling review, graphically reminding Dianne that it'd been as if she'd had absolutely no command over her desire to possess him… to feel and stroke his hardened young cock in her hand… and then suck it like a street whore into her mouth! A quiver of excitement fluttered over her curved nakedness as she remembered the sweet taste of his swollen young cock, and the hard, maddening feel of it to her experimenting tongue! But when he'd finally shot his delicious, virilely fresh young sperm into her mouth and throat and she'd swallowed it…