enjoyable. She shuddered from the exquisite pleasure. She wanted to call out, tell him. Her anguished voice mingled with his coarse grunts. 'Daddy! Daddy! Yes! Daddy!'
CHAPTER SEVEN
Karen had no idea of how the night and day passed for her. The knowledge that Pat would be in her house that evening seemed too wonderful to be true. She waited until Allen was ready to leave for school in the evening before telling him. He hadn't even mentioned Pat's absence the evening before.
Once he was gone, Karen went hurriedly to the bathroom and took another shower. She wanted to be fresh and sweet-smelling for Pat. Karen sat in front of the cheap vanity table with a large towel tucked sarong-style under her breasts. She critically studied her face and what she could see of her figure in the three-way mirror.
Her skin was very pink from the hot shower. The color gave the girl an even softer look than usual. She surveyed her light hair, thought again of bleaching it, but, as usual, rejected the notion. Her fluffy hair was blond enough, striated with different shades of yellow where the sun had fingered and tinted the locks. She forgot her hair when her gaze fell on her face. She thought her pretty face too unexciting, too childish. She longed to look really sophisticated, sharply exotic, not like a face off a cameo locket. Her dark eyes penetrated her mirrored features, mentally adjusting her bone structure and coloring. In her concentration, her coral, pointed tongue darted out against her upper lip. When she noticed it, Karen frowned in disgust. She looked all of sixteen, and about as sophisticated as a bar of lemon soap.
The girl tugged at the top of her towel, letting it fall to her waist. She relaxed greatly at the sight of her own body. There, at least, she couldn't find much in which to object. Her smooth pretty flesh was all in the right places. Her breasts, in spite of their largeness, were very firm, with strawberry tips which pointed upwards. Behind each tip was a round smudge the color of jam. Under her breasts Karen's body tapered sharply to a tiny waist which Allen loved to encircle with his hands. Her shoulders were just broad enough to carry the mammoth breasts comfortably. And Karen could find no fault with her long neck. The girl got to her feet slowly, following the line of her body as it emerged in the mirror. She pushed the towel to the floor. Her hips widened from her small waist. She half turned to study her compact but attractively shaped buttocks. Her thighs were firm and full, and she knew, the rest of her legs were equally pretty. Karen looked curiously at where her thighs came together, wondering hotly if Pat would approve of her body…
She snatched her eyes away and, red faced, began to dress. She pulled on a clean cotton bra and a pair of pink panties. She couldn't resist taking an-other look in the mirror. She smiled nervously, wondering what would happen if she met Pat at the door dressed like this, with her full breasts spilling over the top of her bra and the thin panties exaggerating her hips. Then Karen frowned. She hurriedly searched through her closet, trying to find something decent to wear. She decided on an old pair of black stretch pants. They were tight, anyway. She struggled into them, then searched around for a blouse. She had to settle for a pale-blue blouse which became less dull once it was on her splendid body. The color did wonderful things for her hair and skin. She wiggled her feet into thong shoes and applied the little bit of makeup she used. A thin line of brown on her eyelids brought out the depth and darkness of her eyes, and a light touch with a pink lipstick gave her mouth a nice shimmer. She had just replaced the cosmetics when the doorbell rang. She got up at once and hurried to the living room.
Karen yanked the door open, her heart racing furiously. Pat! It had to be Pat! Oh, please, Karen prayed, let it be Pat!
'Hi, baby, am I late?' Pat grinned easily from the doorway.
Karen hardly recognized the dark girl. She stared speechless at the impeccably dressed, stunning young woman at the door. Pat wore a silk suit that fitted sleekly around her fine figure. The suit had an expensive look to it. It was Pat's color, midnight black, and her high-heeled shoes matched it. 'You-you look like a fashion model,' Karen said, frankly awed by Pat's beauty and elegance.
'I did that once, too, Karen, dear.' Her eyes on the girl were very warm and very familiar. 'I've done just about everything.'
'Come in, please,' Karen moved back from the door, urging Pat into the living room. She had been so impressed with Pat's appearance that she had forgotten to invite the girl inside. 'How come the clothes? I mean…'
'You didn't think I ever wore anything but jeans?' The girl tossed her head and laughed. 'You're almost right. This little outfit is in honor of your husband. Isn't he home?'
'Al's at school. He won't be home for a few hours yet.' Karen couldn't stop looking at Pat. She loved the way the sensitive blue eyes were lovingly raking her own face and body. It suddenly occurred to Karen that, with a whole world of beautiful women, it was astounding that she had never before noticed the sheer beauty of femininity. The thought shocked and disturbed her.
'I can't really say that I'm sorry that we're alone, Karen.' Pat reached out and touched Karen softly on the cheek.
It's only because I'm so hungry for real affection! It's only because other men frighten me and Al won't give me more than his body! Karen told herself desperately. Yet, at the slight touch, Karen felt herself sway towards Pat, even knowing why, and what she risked… and that she was damning herself to a hell at which she could only guess. Damned if I do, and damned if I don't! Karen accused herself silently. 'Neither can I,' she answered wearily, her mouth very dry. It isn't up to me to choose! the girl sobbed inwardly, from the depths of her confusion. Pat pulled her, filled her brain, flooded her memory, and started new, strange, urgent desires in her limp body.
'Don't be frightened, baby,' Pat whispered, her arms going around the smaller girl's waist. 'Don't be, please. I won't do anything to you…'
Karen looked up into the startlingly lovely face. She knew her own face must yield traces of the way she felt. She wanted to protest, argue, beg Pat… yes, please, do something to me, anything…
'Anything you don't want me to do, that is – I need you to trust me, Karen. I won't hurt you, baby. I love you.' Pat held the girl cradled against her breast, feeling love like a pressure against her heart, trying to forget other times when she'd felt it just as intensely before.
Karen felt the slim womanly body against her, smelled and almost tasted the shivery silk that draped the taut flesh of this woman, this one woman whom she believed she loved as she had never loved anyone. In a gesture as ancient and natural as emotion itself, Karen raised her lips to be kissed.
Pat looked down at the prettily pouting mouth, reading correctly the intensity of Karen's desire to be kissed. She smiled gently at the desirable girl she held, but withheld her mouth from Karen's.
'I wish you were mine, Karen. You've no idea how much I wish that!' Pat released the girl with an abruptness that was almost a caress. 'I don't know how I got myself into this! It's a nightmare for me!'
Karen watched Pat as she paced the small room with the liquid grace of a cat. Karen was filled with confusion and fear. 'A nightmare?' she repeated, not understanding.
'Yes,' Pat exploded, her face suddenly dark and angry. 'Yes, damn you!' Then Pat saw the look of shock and pain on Karen's face. She went to Karen and fell to her knees before Karen, her head pressed against the soft little belly. 'Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that! I didn't mean to hurt you. Don't you see?' Pat looked up, past the huge pointing breasts, into the heart-shaped face. Her eyes were glossed with unshed tears. 'I love you so much, Karen. But what good is it? We're going to go on torturing ourselves. You won't leave your husband. We won't ever get together. We'll end up hating each other.'
Karen put her hands in Pat's hair, smoothing the ruffled strands. Pat was right. This was insane. Was she willing to give up her marriage, her life, for this girl? A swift throbbing was alerting her body. The pressure of Pat's head against her stomach, the feel of the woman's shoulders and high breasts against the tops of her thighs, were speaking with a tongue all their own. She fought down a desire to cry out that she would give up Al, she would give up everything, for this girl she hardly knew! 'Pat,' she moaned, not knowing what to say. 'Pat!'
'I want you, Karen,' Pat said, rising to her feet slowly, brushing her body with easy deliberateness against the girl. 'If you want me to stay I'll try to get you. I don't care about your husband, darling. You have to understand that. And if I get you… I'll never give you up.'
Karen couldn't break the communication of their eyes. She managed to speak at last, and when she did her
