Young people arrived for the party singly and in pairs until the Wagner's small apartment had far more people in it than had ever been there before. The beer and booze, which Steve had stocked for the occasion, flowed freely. But not all the guests were drinkers; some preferred to smoke the homemade cigarettes which they had brought with them. Soon the pungent smell of pot filled the air, rivaling the loud rock music in its assault on the senses.
Sharon drank more heavily than she ever had before. She found that the alcohol dulled both her anxiety and frustration while it let her enjoy the strange, wild crowd and their uninhibited ways.
It was impossible to count the number of people present because they kept arriving and leaving. Some of the young men were long-haired; others were neatly trimmed. Their clothes ran the game from Edwardian suits to jeans and T-shirts. The girls offered even greater variety with their miniskirts, maxiskirts, pantsuits and hot pants.
Everyone was packed in tightly, with hardly enough room to change position, let alone to dance. Still, there was dancing going on.
Steve seemed to enjoy himself Sharon noted that the girls were paying a good deal of attention to him. Her brother remained close to her most of the time, fending off the other guys.
Somebody handed Todd a joint, and he lit up.
'What is that?' Sharon asked him over the din.
'Take a puff and find out,' he told her, holding the joint up to her mouth.
But she turned away. 'I don't smoke,' she said firmly.
'This isn't just plain smoking,' he said.
'I still don't want any.'
She took another sip from her glass. Her head was pleasantly light by this time. Todd drew deeply on the marijuana cigarette, held the smoke in his lungs for a long time, then slowly let it out. He smiled.
Steve likewise had refused some offers of pot and was sticking to bourbon on the rocks. He noted that Todd was staying close to Sharon, and this prompted further wondering on his part. But his thoughts were vague and continually interrupted by conversation's sights and sounds.
By far the most pleasant interruptions were provided by a pretty young brunette named Barbara. She had said she was a 'very good friend' of Todd's, but her interest seemed to be in Steve tonight. Feeling as he did – slightly high, resentful of Sharon, and frustrated by the present state of his marriage – he responded positively to Barbara's attentions.
After a while she said, 'My sports cars right outside. Why don't we split this scene and go for a drive?'
He grinned at her. 'I can't do that. I'm the host.'
'Shit, that doesn't make any difference,' she said. 'Everybody knows where the booze is. And two less people in this room would be a break for the others.'
He glanced at Sharon and saw Todd moving close to her, along with a couple of other guys.
'Okay, let's go,' he said with a touch of bitterness. 'I could use some fresh air.'
Barbara's little red Triumph speeded them through the sparse late evening traffic. Steve watched the girl's long hair blowing in the wind and her pink lips, always moist and smiling. Suddenly he wanted to fuck her with a ferocity that surprised him.
She swerved the car to a stop in front of an apartment building. 'Here's where I live,' she announced, and watched closely to see what his response, would be.
'Have you got a party going, too?' he asked.
She laughed throatily. 'Not yet. But in a few minutes… who knows?' She reached across and took his hand.
His prick tensed and threatened to stand straight up.
'Are you inviting me in?' he asked.
'In is the word,' she said, lowering her shadowed eyelids.
Buoyed by a surge of happy anticipation, he jumped out of the car. She alighted and rounded the front of the small machine to meet him on the sidewalk. She snuggled into his arms, and they kissed.
Her tongue immediately entered his mouth. Groaning and pulling her more tightly against him, he stroked his tongue next to hers. He breathed in the delicate scent of her perfume and felt the quiver of her unharnessed tits through her blouse and his thin shirt.
Now his cock did straighten out. She felt it and twisted her belly responsively.
She broke the kiss and leaned back so that she could look him in the eyes, but they didn't relinquish their embrace.
'Peels like you're interested,' she said in a low, sexy drawl.
'Let's go upstairs,' he answered huskily.
Since the street and apartment house foyer were deserted, his hard-on didn't embarrass him. But it was uncomfortable walking with that stiffness in his pants. Barbara didn't draw attention to it. Right now she was only interested in getting into her apartment, as he was.
As soon as they had entered the attractive little place and the door had closed behind them, she came into his arms again. This time her tongue was out even before their ups touched, and she licked moistly across the outside of his mouth. He responded by protruding his own tongue, and they kissed that way for a while – with their tongues only – before finally their lips met and sealed warmly.
His hands moved up and down her back as they breathed through their noses and kept the tongue-thrashing kiss going, their saliva's mingling to form a singe sweet elixir of lust.
She slowly pulled up the back of her miniskirt and placed his hands on her pertly rounded ass, stroking the firm globes through her snug-fitting panty hose. His cock, which had lapsed on the way up to her apartment, once more rose, and she worked a hand between their bodies so that she could stroke the aggressive hardness through his trousers.
She tore her mouth from his, panting. 'You're fast starting,' she said. 'That's what I like. A guy ought to be fast to start and slow to finish.'
'I feel like taking all nigh I with you,' he said.
She smiled, took him by the hand, and led him into the bedroom. She didn't turn on any lights. The glow which entered from the living room was sufficient.
'Let me undress you,' he requested huskily.
'That's fine,' she said, 'as long as I get the same privilege.'
That pleased him, and, after giving her a quick kiss on the lips, he happily began unwrapping his present.
The suspense wasn't long lasting, because Barbara wore only three articles of clothing in addition to her shoes. Steve's removal of her blouse exposed her firm, conical knockers. He twiddled their tips to make her nipples very tall and stiff, then bent and swiped his wet tongue across one of the sensitive points. She sucked in her breath.
After unfastening her skirt, he pushed it down. He squatted in front of her and took the skirt off her legs. Finally he pulled down her panty hose, baring her thick, dark pussy bush. Perfume rose to his nostrils from the inner slopes of her thighs as she lifted first one leg, then the other, and he peeled the clingy panty hose off her feet.
She stood nude in front of him, smiling down, her elflike face framed by her long black hair and her bangs. 'See anything you like?' she drawled. 'I see everything I like,' he declared, and buried his open mouth in her soft, furry muff.
Since this wasn't his wife and her reputation and moral character were no concern of his, he wanted to do everything with her and have her do everything with him in return. He wasn't a square when he was away from Sharon.
He felt a nagging sense of guilt in the back of his mind, because he knew he shouldn't be in another girl's apartment, undressing her, and getting ready to fuck her. But Sharon had cheated on him, he reminded himself, and therefore he was entitled to strike back at her in this way. Anyway, he was a husband and she was a wife – that, to his mind, made a great deal of difference.
Barbara caressed his head and parted her legs in a wide-open stance, encouraging him to do whatever he liked as he knelt in front of her. What he wanted to do – and did – was to drive his tongue through the thicket of
