«God, you haven't changed a bit,» said Dolores. «You never get enough of it, do you? I thought you were madly in love with... with... I forget her name.»
«Mona.»
«Yes, Mona... how is she? Is it still serious? I thought you were never going to look at another woman!»
«Exactly,» I said. «This is an accident, as you can see.»
«I know,» she said, revealing more and more her smothered jealousy, «I know these accidents of yours. Always on the alert, aren't you?»
We spilled into the living room where Dolores threw off her things—rather vehemently, I thought, as though preparing for a struggle.
«Will I pour you a drink?» asked Irma .
«Yes, and a good stiff one,» said Dolores. «I need one. ...Oh, it has nothing to do with you,» she said, observing that I was looking at her strangely. «It's that friend of yours, Ulric.»
«What's the matter, isn't he treating you well?»
She was silent. She gave me a desolate look, as though to say—you know very well what I'm talking about.
Irma thought the lights were too strong; she turned out all but the little reading lamp by the other divan.
«Looks as though you were preparing the scene,» said Dolores mockingly. At the same time one felt that there was a secret thrill in her voice. I knew it was Dolores whom I would have to deal with. Irma, on the other hand, was like a cat; she moved about softly, almost purring. She was not in the least disturbed; she was making herself ready for any eventuality.
«It's good to have you here alone,» said Irma, as though she had found a long lost brother. She had stretched herself out on the divan, close to the wall. Dolores and I were sitting almost at her feet. Behind Dolores' back I had my hand on Irma's thigh; a dry heat emanated from her body.
«She must guard you pretty close,» said Dolores, referring to Mona. «Is she afraid of losing you—or what?»
«Perhaps,» I said, giving her a provocative smile. «And perhaps I'm afraid of losing
«Then it is serious?»
«Very,» I answered. «I found the woman I need, and I'm going to keep her.»
«Are you married to her?»
«No, not yet... but we will be soon.»
«And you'll have children and everything?»
«I don't know whether we'll have children... why, is that important?»
«You might as well do it thoroughly,» said Dolores.
«Oh, stop it!» said Irma. «You sound as though you were jealous. I'm not! I'm glad he's found the right woman. He deserves it.» She squeezed my hand, in relaxing the pressure, she adroitly slipped my hand over her pussy.
Dolores, conscious of what was going on, but pretending not to notice, got up and went to the bathroom.
«She's acting queer,» said Irma. «She seems positively green with jealousy.»
«You mean jealous of you?» I said, somewhat puzzled myself.
«No, not of me... of course not! Jealous of Mona.» «That's strange,» I said, «I thought she was in love with Ulric.»
«She is, but she hasn't forgotten you. She...» I stopped her words with a kiss. She flung her arms around my neck and cuddled up to me, writhing; and twisting like a big cat. «I'm glad I don't feel that way,» she murmured. «I wouldn't want to be in love with you. I like you better this way.»
I ran my hand under the kimono again. She responded warmly and willingly.
Dolores returned and excused herself lamely for interrupting the game. She was standing beside us, looking down with sparkling, mischievous eyes. «Hand me my glass, will you?» I said. «Perhaps you'd like me to fan you too,» said she, as she put the glass to my lips.
I pulled her down beside us, stroking the half-exposed limb which protruded from her dressing gown. She too had taken off her things.
«Haven't you got something for me to slip into too?» I asked, looking from one to the other.
«Why certainly,» said Irma, springing to her feet with alacrity.
«Oh, don't pamper him like that,» said Dolores, with a pouting smile. «That's just what he loves... he wants to be made a fuss over. And then he's going to tell us how faithful he is to his wife.»
«She's not my wife yet,» I said tauntingly, accepting the robe which Irma offered me.
«Oh, isn't she?» said Dolores. «Well, then it's worse.»
«Worse, what do you mean
«No, but you're going to try.»
«You mean you'd like me to. Don't be impatient... you'll get your chance.»
«Not with me,» said Dolores, «I'm going to bed. You two can do what you like.»
For answer I closed the door and started undressing. When I returned I found Dolores stretched out on the couch and Irma sitting by her side with legs crossed, fully exposed.
«Don't mind anything she says,» said Irma. «She likes you just as much as I do... maybe more. She doesn't like Mona, that's all.»
«Is that true?» I looked from Irma to Dolores. The latter was silent, but it was a silence which meant affirmation. (
«I don't know why you should feel so strongly about her,» I hastened to continue. «She's never done anything to you. And you can't be jealous of her because... well, because you weren't in love with me... then.»
«It doesn't sound very convincing,» said Irma playfully. «Listen, if you never loved him don't be so passionate about it.» She turned to me and in her blithe way she said: «Why don't you kiss her and stop this nonsense?»
«All right, I will,» said I, and with that I bent over and embraced Dolores. At first she held her lips firmly shut, looking at me defiantly. Then, little by little, she surrendered, and when at last she pulled away she was biting my lips. As she pulled her lips ” away she gave me a little shove. «Get him out of here!» she said. I gave her a look of reproach in which there was an element of pity and disgust. She became at once repentant and yielding again. I bent over her again, tenderly this time, and as I slipped my tongue into her mouth I put my hand between her legs. She tried to push my hand away but the effort was too much.
«Whew! it's getting close,» I heard Irma say, and then she pulled me away. «I'm here too, don't forget.» She was offering her lips and breasts.
It was getting to be a tug of war. I jumped up to pour myself a drink. The bath robe stood out like a stretched tent.
«Do you have to show us that?» said Dolores, pretending to be embarrassed.
«I don't have to but I will, since you ask for it,» I said, drawing the robe back and exposing myself completely.
Dolores turned her head to the wall, mumbling something in a pseudo-hysterical voice about «disgusting and obscene». Irma on the other hand looked at it good-humoredly. Finally she reached for it and squeezed it gently. As she stood up to accept the drink I had poured for her I opened her robe and placed my cock between her legs. We drank together with my cock knocking at the stable door.
«I want a drink too,» said Dolores petulantly. We turned round simultaneously and faced her. Her face was scarlet, her eyes big and bright, as through she had put belladonna in them. «You look debauched,» she said, her eyes switching back and forth from Irma to me.
I handed her the glass and she took a deep draught of it. She was struggling to obtain that freedom which Irma flaunted like a flag.
Her voice came challengingly now. «Why don't you do it and get done with it?» she said, flinging her words at us. In wriggling about she had uncovered herself; she knew it too and made no effort to hide her nakedness.
