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“Yes, I do,” he replied. He tousled her hair with the palm of his hand like she was a small lovable brat. She wanted to throw her book at him, but she held off and watched him rise from the footstool to stare down at her with cool eyes. Did he know anything, or was he just guessing. She hated not knowing.
The night he brought the blonde bitch home, she listened only for a half hour to the muted but distinct sounds of the two in the bedroom. Earplugs might have worked, sleeping in the living room certainly. Even taking another room down the hall would have kept her from the sounds of lovemaking in the room across the hall. But even taking those measures, she would have heard it still, if not with her ears, then with her heart. For two reasons she was annoyed. First was her own undisputed attraction for Reggie himself, and the fact that she’d been denied sexual activity for a week with her husband gone. She was just plain horny. Second was the obvious fact that Reg was getting over Jocelyn’s leaving, pouring himself into another woman as though his wife didn’t matter to him anymore.
After a half hour of mental torture that night, she’d finally left the house, stealing silently out the kitchen door and getting into her car. The soft purr of the engine would not likely be heard on the other side of the house. Surely his windows would be closed with the air conditioning on. With headlights off she moved away from the house, then hitting the highway, she took off toward an all night bar. She drank two potent gin and tonics then decided she’d better stop before she was unable to drive home.
There was a kid there, reminded her of Kyle the painter, except he was a less forward young man with a slighter build and a more polished look. He had curly brown hair that fell in his face, delicate features, droopy bedroom eyes and a shy grin. He did play a mean game of pool. They must have racked the balls a half-dozen times before she got bored. When they sat down for another drink about three a.m.. She was exhausted thinking she could finally sneak back into the house and not have to worry about Reggie and the usurping Jezebel being awake to hear her. There hadn’t been a thought in her mind that she’d do anything with the kid, but when he began to rub her thigh, her sex awakened with a shock.
“I’ve got a van in the parking lot,” he suggested.
“A van? You mean the kind with a mattress in the back?”
He smiled. “Not that I want to push, but we’ve had a pretty decent night, and I think you’re horny.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Vibes you give off. You’re pissed too.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I may be young but I know this kind of stuff.”
“Just comes to you naturally?” Alex asked, as amused as she was perplexed that he could read her so easily.
“You could say that.”
“What’s your name?” she asked him.
“Steve, Steve Champion.”
“I’m Alex.” They shook hands as if they’d just met, both embarrassed spending two hours together in nameless anonymity.
“Well, Steve Champion, since you’re so perceptive about my horniness and my anger, you think my fucking you would soothe what pains me?”
“I think it’s a good place to start.”
“All right. You say the back of your van?”
“Can you think of any place better?”
Of course she could think of a better place, like right across the hall from Reg. For one delicious instant she wondered what would happen if she exchanged grunts, groans and giggles with the couple across the hall. A regular symphony of infidelity. She even imagined Reggie’s outraged expression and the feel of a crop that would land on her behind before the night was over. But then, it was just a pipe-dream reverie. Why not in the back of the van? Having gone from stone, cold sober to slightly off kilter—her drink beginning to take effect—she forgot about why she was on this vacation away from home in the first place. And she walked out the door on the arm of Steve, the pool shark, Champion.
It was surprisingly clean in the back of the van. Alex sat on the bare stripped mattress and accepted a couple of hits from his hand rolled joint. Pulling her sweater over her head, her bare breasts bounced against her chest while the young man eyed them like he’d just opened the latest Penthouse centerfold. She pinched her nipples for him, so when she was finished they stood out like two mountain peaks from the center of her white skin—all pinkish purple. Raising one breast in her hand she bent her head to taste with her tongue the remains of body cream, perfume and sweat. It might have been a slow seduction but Steve was anxious. Pushing her back, he buried his head between the gentle hillocks of her bosom, letting nose and teeth and tongue devour the feminine essence. Like a teenager just beyond the first stages of puberty, he eagerly pushed down her pants in one of those first bursts of awkward lust. If he was trying to prove his sexual prowess, he didn’t have to go further than the cock he pulled from his jeans. It was a really fine prick with a gentle curve to its erect form. Alex parted her legs and offered up her wet home without hesitation. He screwed her hard, pounding her as if it were the first and the last fuck he’d ever have. Groveling at her body, he ran nails and mouth and hands ungracefully over her flesh. Where he was callow and bungling, he made up for in innocent passion. Alex stroked his head and kissed his neck, and blew softly in his ear to gentle his fury, and the boy of twenty answered, letting his innocence and excitement give way to fluid sexual heat and languid sighs. He came at the same time, and they both sighed heavily afterwards. Then as he waking up, she led his hand to her clit, directing him to toy with it carefully until her climax crashed through her hungry body.
Alex loved herself afterwards for having been bold enough to have the kid in the van, but she hated the guilt that swept in as she drove her car up Reggie’s back drive. With her heart pounding in her throat, she made the back steps and into her room without a light going on. Slipping into bed she thought she’d made the entire trip without having been discovered.
However, with Reggie probing now, even if it was a gentle probing, she was afraid that she had not been as discreet as she hoped.
***
There was a swift knock on her bedroom door the next morning. A quick glance at the clock, she saw that it was not yet eight o’clock. Saturday morning, after not having slept well the night before, it seemed normal enough to sleep in. But Reggie obviously had other ideas. “Get up, Alex, we’re going riding,” he announced opening her door without having any answer from her.
“Well, just barge right in,” she said, annoyed and groggy.
“I have,” he said. “Get your clothes on.”
“Is there some reason you’re commandeering me like this?” she asked.
“Yes, I want company on my ride. It’s a beautiful day. And you’re not going to s
