'Having fun?' Hub asked, as he returned from the bar with fresh drinks for them both.
She nodded and smiled at him as he sat down in the booth beside her. 'I can't help feeling guilty, though, going to a party while Doug is off working.'
'Screw Doug,' he said. 'He doesn't have to know about tonight, does he?' He laughed. 'Or last night? Or the night before?'
'He mustn't know,' she said, and took a nervous sip of the drink he'd just brought her. 'I'd die if he found out about us, Hub. I'd just die.'
'What if I decide to kick him out and keep you all to myself?' he asked.
'What?!' she gasped. 'You're not serious!'
He met her frantic gaze and looked her right in the eye.
'Are you?'
He shrugged. 'I don't know if I am or not, but I kind of like having you all to myself.'
Sue blushed. She felt a surge of warmth toward him. 'Are you trying to tell me you love me?'
'Don't go putting words in my mouth, little girl,' be warned. 'All I said was-'
'Copeland!' a male voice boomed. 'Hub Copeland!'
A man of about fifty was walking toward them with his right hand extended. Sue had never seen him before. She noticed that although Hub shook hands with the man and motioned him to sit down with them, he appeared to be slightly annoyed by the intrusion of their privacy.
'You old devil you, how've you been doing?' the man asked, smiling broadly as he took a seat across from both of them. 'I haven't seen you for… must be six or seven months now! Too long, pal. Old friends ought to get together every now and again, if for nothing more than to swap lies!' He slapped the table and laughed uproariously, as if he thought he'd said something extremely funny. Then he turned his attention on Sue. 'This your new missus? Little young for you, isn't she?' he asked, winking slyly at Hub. 'Pretty tough. Real pretty girl.
Introduce us, man, where's your manners?'
'Jack Barker; Sue Fletcher,' Hub said, with a wave of his hand from one to the other. 'She's my stepson's wife.'
'Oh?' Jack Barker arched an eyebrow and looked at Sue, his manner making her feel uncomfortable. 'And where is he?'
'Doug's a salesman for a correspondence school,' Sue explained. 'He's working out of town at the present.'
'Oh!' Jack Barker exclaimed, his facial expression turning absolutely impish as he shifted his gaze from Sue to Hub and back again.
'You don't understand' Sue told him, wondering how this stranger had put her on the spot like this, and why she felt it necessary to explain anything to him in the first place. 'You see, my husband is going to college on the G.I. Bill. Only it's summer now and he's working instead … and we're living with Hub for the time being because we're short of money.'
'You're living with Hub,' Jack Barker said. 'And your husband is out of town working? Ooo, la, la!'
Sue's cheeks turned crimson. She looked to Hub for help but he was grinning across the table at his friend. Obviously he was amused. The two men burst out laughing simultaneously. It was more than Sue could graciously take. Glaring at them, she muttered something very unladylike and then took a deep pull on her drink. She already felt tipsy, and knew she was drinking too much.
'Hey, come on, sugar,' Jack Barker coaxed. 'I was just putting you on a little bit, that's all. Honest. I didn't mean anything by it.'
'I don't appreciate being the butt of an off-color joke such as you were making,' Sue told him.
'I'm sorry,' he apologized.
Sue gave him a stony glance and went on sipping her drink.
'Jack's just a fun-loving guy who likes to kid around with people,' Hub said. 'Isn't that right, Jack, old buddy?'
'Hell right,' Jack replied. 'Specially pretty women.'
'The nice man just paid you a compliment, Suzy Baby,' Hub said, as he reached under the table, ran his hand up then down her nylon-encased thigh and gripped her knee. 'Don't you think you ought to thank him?'
Beneath the table Hub was gripping her knee tighter and tighter, applying pressure to force her into saying what he wanted her to say.
She winced and then begrudgingly muttered, 'Thank you.'
'Smile and say it again, like you mean it this time.'
It was all she could do to keep from crying out, for his powerful fingers were like a vise clamping down on her knee. Forcing a smile, she said, 'Thank you.'
'Would you like to dance with the nice man?' Hub asked.
'If you wa-want me to,' Sue stammered, 'I wi-will.'
'I asked you first,' Hub said, looking nonchalant and innocent as below the table he increased the pressure on her knee.
'Yes, I'd li-like to… dance with the nice man.' she managed to say, grimacing with pain.
'Then ask him for a dance.'
Sue's cheeks flushed with humiliation. To make it even worse, Jack Barker's lewd expression told her that he had the situation pretty well sized up now and could guess what the relationship between her and her husband's stepfather really was. He just sat there, grinning, not volunteering to come to her aid. Apparently he was enjoying her embarrassment.
'Would you dance with me, Mister Barker,' she asked, calling him mister in the hope that it might keep things formal between them and prevent him from getting any ideas of his own about her. That would be all she'd need – to have some average-looking fifty-year-old man calling her up and dropping by the house when both Doug and Hub were gone – and from what she'd seen of him so far he was the type who might try to make a play for her.
'All right with you, pal?' Barker asked.
Hub laughed and nodded his consent while, his actions hidden beneath the table, he patted Sue's abused knee then ran his hand up between her legs, under her short skirt, and cupped her crotch. 'Long as you don't try to maneuver her into a dark corner and slip the meat to her,' he said, hooking the crotchband of her panties to one side with his thumb.
'After all, Jack, she is my daughter-in-law and I have to watch out for her well-being while my stepson is gone.'
As he spoke, all the while looking directly at the man across the booth from them, Hub rather roughly inserted his large, knobby-knuckled middle finger into Sue's blond honeypot. A lack of precoital moistness caused this unexpected invasion of her privates to hurt. However, this pain had a sexual overtone and, added to the other pain and humiliation she was already suffering, she responded almost immediately. She couldn't help herself. Hub had this strange power over her that she didn't understand at all but was totally unable to protect herself against. Beads of clear feminine lubricant popped out on the walls of her small vagina in copious abundance, coating his finger as he stroked it rather absently in and out of her hair-ringed slit.
Nervously Sue sipped at her drink. She scooted a bit lower in the booth and spread her legs wider apart for the brute of a man who was more her master than her lover. Out of shame over what was being done to her in a public place with people all about, she lowered her head and dropped her gaze. Now she could inadvertently see as well as feel the sinful manipulations of her loins. Her skirt was bunched up at the top of her thighs. Sparse, curly blond tufts of pubic hair were visible as she caught sight of Hub's thick finger dipping in and out of her clefted mound.
In mortified fascination she watched herself being finger-fucked. She wished Hub would stop this lust-inciting insanity, but she couldn't even ask him to quit without giving away the secret, at least to Hub's friend, and she would simply die if that nasty old man found out.
The men were talking about past events which held no interest for Sue, so she ignored them as best she could. Jack Barker had said he wanted to wait for a slow tune to dance with her because he didn't like the new dances where no one touched anyone else. She dreaded having to dance with the man. He would probably try to feel her bottom and nibble her earlobe. He looked like that type. Maybe they wouldn't play any more slow songs,
