halter and skirt and slipped on her robe. She sat down in a comfortable chair to await Tina's return.
When Tina did return with the drinks, she was dressed in black slacks and a white blouse. She handed a glass to Conchi and sat down opposite her friend. 'What is the problem you want to discuss?' she asked directly.
Conchi hesitated. 'Tina, it is hard for me to tell you, but I did promise I would talk to someone.'
'About what?' Tina asked. She sipped her Martini and watched Conchi.
Conchi was embarrassed. 'My nephew needs help.'
'Is your Martini okay?' Tina asked.
'Yes.'
'Is he the young man who comes to see you?'
'Then you have seen him!'
'Of course. I thought he was your boyfriend.'
'My God, at my age!'
'I didn't know you lived like a nun,' Tina said. 'He is an attractive boy.'
Conchi nodded. 'Keith is young, Tina, but he's so-so virile. He is a male and his mind is only on one thing- sex.'
'What's better?' Tina asked.
'Well, Keith's mind is on sex all the time- even though he has never had a girl.'
'I just can't believe it,' Tina said. 'A good-looking boy like him should have little trouble getting a girl to screw-say, do virgins run in your family?'
'No, about the virgins.' Conchi laughed, then said, 'That is the trouble, Tina, he is very shy-very, very shy.'
Tina smiled in disbelief. 'That's silly, Conchi. Girls today like sex too much to make a man feel shy.'
'Perhaps, but that is how Keith is-shy.'
Conchi sipped her drink and listened to Tina say, 'Mercy-such a nice boy, too.'
'In all seriousness-and in strict confidence-he wants me.'
'You mean he wants to screw you?'
'Yes.'
Both women sipped their Martinis before Tina said, 'Why don't you let him?'
'He's my nephew!'
'Sure he is,' Tina said. 'So what? Today it's fashionable for relatives to screw one another.'
'Perhaps it is so,' Conchi said, 'but I do not want to be-to be screwed, as you call it, by anyone.'
'What a shame!' Tina said. Then laughed. 'I'll bet that you want me to become his teacher!'
'Would you, Tina?' Conchi said eagerly.
Bettina laughed again. 'Why not? I enjoy sex as well as any man, and lots better than most women.'
'You have just taken a load off my mind!' Conchi said.
'Want another drink?' Tina asked after she finished hers.
'Yes,' Conchi said.
When Tina returned with the drinks she said, 'The idea of being a sex educator to a young and good-looking guy turns me on.'
Conchi took the offered drink from Tina and said, 'I feel so much better. I had the fear you would resent my asking for help.'
Tina sat down and asked, 'How is your nephew hung?'
'I don't know,' Conchi lied. She swallowed some of her drink to cover a small feeling of embarrassment.
'It doesn't matter, really,' Tina said. 'He'll most likely have the usual six inches and all I'll have to do is teach him how to use it.'
'That is what Keith will like,' Conchi said, 'and best of all, he will have no more need to pester me for it.'
'Don't you feel any desire to be screwed at all?' Bettina looked closely at Conchi.
'None-and I never have.'
'That's odd,' Tina said. 'I'd swear all girls not only feel the need but want a cock for the terrific pleasure it can give.'
'I wouldn't know about that,' Conchi said. 'At fifty I have no worries nor wants where sex is concerned.'
'Well I'll be damned!' Tina said. She laughed. 'You sure must live in that freak pit you mentioned.'
'Maybe.' Conchi sipped her Martini then said: 'What one never has is never missed.'
'How true!' Tina agreed. 'But you don't know what you're missing!'
'Will you teach Keith?' Conchi asked.
'Will I?' Tina finished her drink. 'You can bet on it, Conchi.'
Conchi finished her Martini. 'You don't know what a relief it will be not to hear Keith beg for it.'
Bettina stood up. 'You mean you have been worked up over that?'
'Yes.' Conchi rose to her feet. 'Very much so. So much, indeed, that I had the nerve to ask you for help.'
Tina laughed. 'Send him to me. I'll give him the complete course, bit by bit, and when I finish he'll know what sex is all about.'
The two walked to the foyer where Conchi paused to say, 'Is Friday night all right with you?'
'Fine,' Tina said. 'I'll be anxious to start getting your nephew on the road to sex.'
Conchi kissed her friend. 'God bless you, Tina, for helping me.'
'Helping you?' Tina exclaimed as she returned Conchi's kiss. 'I'm the one who will be helped. Imagine getting someone I can hand-raise on sexual intercourse!'
'He won't be looking for your hand, Tina,' Conchi said wryly. 'What he wants is between your legs.'
'He'll get that too,' Tina said. She opened the door to let Conchi out.
Conchi said, 'I can never thank you enough, Tina.'
'Don't thank me, Conchi. I intend to get more fun out of it than your nephew will.'
'I doubt that,' Conchi said.
As she opened the door to her own apartment she was certain that the door to 6-A was ajar. She went to sleep that night wondering about the widower who lived there. Kazarra was her landlord. She dreamt he had her tied upside down to a light fixture while he explored with his finger her virginal possession.
Chapter 5
Eno Yaw was one of the elevator operators in the Kazarra Apartments. He worked the four-to-twelve shift and knew all the tenants in the building. He was well liked because he was always courteous and obliging.
Yaw was a friendly old man of fifty who always looked half fed and all clean. His gray hair was clipped short and his brown eyes seemed to be twinkling all the time, as if he saw the world as a vaudeville show.
Eno lived alone in a basement apartment in the Kazarra building. He had always been a loner, even in the merchant marine where he had served for years. He still walked like a real sailor and jerked off like one. He considered his big tool to be his best friend and talked to it frequently, especially when he had it out to play with. He called it Yam.
There were two and only two women in Eno's imagined love life. One was Conchi Thorne. Eno talked to Yam about her-the way her legs and ass looked when she left the elevator to walk to her apartment.
'See that,' he'd say to Yam, 'see that! One day we'll get your head between them legs and up that cunt. Won't that be some diddle, Yam?'
And Yam would answer in the best way he knew how: he'd raise his head in quick anticipation.
Perhaps Eno sensed what few persons really knew-that Conchi Thorne was a virgin. Or close to it. That the sexy shape she carried so proudly had never been fondled, mounted, or subdued sexually could be a fact. Eno liked the thought of that and in his fantasies about her she was always pure until Yam went up her virgin hole.
There were many females in the building and Eno was polite to them all. But Conchi was his real turn-on; the sight of her legs and ass crossing the carpet between the elevator and the door to Apartment 6-B was enough to quicken Yam.
The other woman in his imaginary love life was not a woman at all. She was a teeny-bopper, a little girl just
