Part 36 (1/2)
”You took me only from pity,” she said. ”You do not need to pretend I am more than I am.”
”Oh, my dear-what is your name?”
”Kim,” she murmured apologetically.
”My dear Kim, I did take you from pity. I could not stand by and watch an innocent girl be beaten! But you have surprised me with your loveliness. I would like to hold you.”
”It is your duty,” she said. ”You bought me to be your mistress.”
”It is my duty that threatens to become my pleasure,” he said gallantly, taking her in his arms. She was remarkably supple and soft.
”You are cruelly teasing me.” Her long eyelashes flickered.
He realized that the lack of confidence of a lifetime could not be banished by a few kind words. ”My dear, I will demonstrate.”
Forthwith he stripped away her clothes and his own, threw her on the bed, and proceeded to the most thorough bout of lovemaking. At first she seemed duly reticent, but then she became interested, and finally she screamed with pa.s.sion and fulfillment.
”Have you any remaining doubt?” he inquired as they lay panting, side by side.
”None, sir!” she responded. ”You have thrust me from h.e.l.l to heaven.”
Thrust-was that a conscious pun? He had certainly done enough of it, in the course of putting his seed into her twice within the half hour. She had been so delectable and cooperative in her naivete, and so in need of rea.s.surance, that he had been unable to stop after the first event, and had kissed her all over and spoken words of pa.s.sion and love to her as he built up to the second. If his first spending had been in a virgin, his second had been in an experienced lover. How quickly she had learned!
”So it will continue,” he a.s.sured her. ”Now we must dress you again, and show you off to my wife and the town, for in my effort to spare a waif pain, I discovered a woman to love.” Oh, it was true she was young, barely half Yvonne's age, but somehow the words did not seem to be exaggerated.
”It is all your doing,” she said gratefully. ”I was nothing before you rescued me and made me yours.”
Pleased, he had the maids dress her again and put fine jewelry on her, so that she sparkled like a princess. Then he brought her to his wife, and there was no need to say anything, as it was obvious that Kim was, if anything, more lovely even than Yvonne, if youth was considered, and every inch a woman a man could call a mistress.
Yvonne watched them depart. Then she put in a call to the man who had claimed to be Kim's father. ”It worked perfectly,” she said. ”The girl is now firmly entrenched. I thank you most sincerely for your device.”
”Anytime, lovely woman,” he replied. ”I'm always glad to render good service for a friend, especially when I can benefit myself in the process. When will I see you again?”
”You may come over now,” she said. ”My husband will not be home for some hours, while he shows off the lovely wench.”
”No sooner said than done! Make yourself ready, woman, for you are about to receive the plumbing of your life!”
Yvonne smiled in antic.i.p.ation. Now that her husband had his mistress, she was free to disport herself as she might, and she expected to enjoy the affair. Extramarital s.e.x was always so much more pleasurable than marital s.e.x, she understood. She was doubly fortunate in the fact that the man she had hankered for was clever enough to play the required part, so that the girl Yvonne had chosen for the sake of appearances, the most beautiful and accomplished of her generation, was able to win Donald's interest. Kim, of course, would never tell; she knew what was what. She was, after all, a woman.
* 42 - NONE COMPLETED THE story. It was still dark, but soon dawn would come, and the ch.o.r.es of the day. She feared the day because she knew she had to tell Geode what she had concluded. ”Are you satisfied?” she inquired.
”I am satisfied that I can not dream of you half as well as the reality of you,” he said. ”My dream was just not you; it was disjointed and different. I must have the real you.”
”I fear I must tell you something you will not like,” she said, inwardly trembling. ”I would like to love you ultimately before I do.”
He was suddenly alert. ”none, you haven't tired of me?”
”No, Geode, no! I love you! I will love you till I die, and beyond. You are my dream man. But I fear you will not want me after I tell you my secret.”
”Tell it to me, and I will prove I love you still!”
But she was not rea.s.sured. ”Let me love you first.”
”Yes! Love me and tell me, and love me again!”
”I want to love you as Nymph.”
”Any way you want.”
She wished she could believe that he would feel that way after she told him. But first she would play out her dream. ”Will you speak what needs to be spoken?”
”Yes!”
So they played it out. She bent her knees and spread her legs, bestriding him, as he told her how a real man made love to a real woman. She took his erect member and wedged it slowly in her, clenching her muscles so that it could not penetrate far, squeezing it until it jetted at the verge. Then she sat down all the way, holding the softening member, and kept it in her as she rubbed her finger near her c.l.i.toris, bringing herself slowly to a climax. She felt his erection returning, and moved herself on him so that his member went in and out, in and out, and finally spouted again as she had her own o.r.g.a.s.m. Then she lay on him, still connected, and kissed him pa.s.sionately. Nymph had loved again, her way.
”My life is now complete,” she said.
”So is mine-when I am with you.”
”I must tell you what I fear. Then you must do what you must do.”
”Tell me.”
”Have you noticed how I am always near when the firefly strikes?”
”I won't let it get you!”
In the dark she put her finger against his lips. ”No one has seen it, but it took a hunter who was alone. Then it took my son. Then it took my husband. Then May's cruel husband. Then Cyrano. I have always been close.”
”You're lucky it didn't get you, before. But now you are safe here. The alarm system-”
”And a few small animals, and my dog, as if practicing-and I was near those too. Because of the firefly, I am free of my dreary family, and here in love with you.”
”Yes. The firefly did us a favor.”
”Doesn't it seem like a great coincidence, the firefly appearing right where I am, and making it possible for me to live my dream?”
He shrugged. ”Everything is coincidence. I'm just glad it happened.”
She nerved herself, then said it. ”Geode, I am afraid I am the firefly.”
He laughed. ”No way! It's a monster!”
”Can you prove I'm not?”
”It sucks all the flesh out! How could you do that?”
”With a big needle, maybe. Inject something that dissolves flesh, the way fireflies do, then suck it all out as liquid, leaving only what won't dissolve in a few hours. The bones.”
”But you don't have anything like that! n.o.body does! It's impossible!”