too.
'Maybe it only happens when a bus passes,' Jay suggested.
'It just doesn't make sense. A passing red light would move around the room. This just stays in one spot… sort of waving.'
'Sure. When the bus stops in a certain spot, with his brake lights on, they flash on the wall,' Jay continued to stick to his theory.
Tom just looked at Charles, whose expression indicated he saw through Jay's theory too, then he lowered his eyes without saying anything. After a few minutes of silence, Tom suggested they go to the store to try to figure it out. The others agreed.
On the way to the bus stop they met Margaret and Stella. The girls decided to go along with them for the ride. And during the ride Tom explained their mission, but Margaret hadn't noticed any light on the wall and didn't know why they were so concerned. However, Stella remembered seeing something, but thought it was the wine playing tricks with her eyes.
As they got off the buss, Charles saw his uncle about to enter the bowling alley. Charles called to him, catching him just before he went through the door. The uncle responded with a warm greeting, was pleased to meet everyone and offered to buy them a beer down in the bowling alley.
Arthur Klein appeared to be a pleasant man, Tom thought, and guessed he was in his late forties. He certainly treated Charles good, and Tom made a point of thanking him for the use of the store.
'Forget it,' Uncle Art insisted. 'And listen, I've got some old furniture and things out in the garage for your club. When you get time, see if you want any of it.'
He gave Charles a key and told him which of the bank of garages it was in. Tom tried to buy a round of beers, but Uncle Art had to start bowling with his team and said some other time.
By the time they went up to the store it was after four o'clock and starting to get dark. The skylight still gave the room enough light to see without artificial light, but with enough shadows on the walls to simulate the way it was Saturday night. Tom inspected the wall from every angle while the others watched.
'It had to come through the transom over the entrance,' Charles observed. The large store windows were painted black and the transom over the other door led into the adjoining room, which was empty the night before.
'That's the obvious answer,' Tom said, taking a chair to stand on so he could look through the kitchen transom, this transom and hit that wall. So it must be the one over the entrance.
Charles grinned with pride.
'Don't look so smug,' Tom told him. 'You have to eliminate all possibilities before coming to a conclusion.'
The room was getting darker. Jay felt they had found the answer they were looking for and his mind went to other matter… Margaret Leche. He gave her ass a little pat.
'Keep your damn hands to yourself!' she growled.
Try to figure these broads out, he was mumbling to himself. Put clothes on them and they're untouchable; take them off and they're whores.
Stella was sent out to the kitchen for beers and the others paced around the room checking every possible way the mysterious light could get into the store. It was finally decided the transom over the street door was the only way.
'Do we have any black paint left?' Tom asked Charles, who by now was also making passes at Margaret Leche.
'Yes, in the kitchen closet.'
It irritated Tom that the others weren't interested, but he didn't want to give the impression he was overly concerned, so he got the paint himself and applied a heavy coat to the transom. As an afterthought, he painted the transom into the next bedroom and the one over the kitchen door as well.
When Jay and Charles began making headway with Margaret, undressing her and ignoring her halfhearted objections with playful grabs, Stella left the dark room and joined Tom as he finished painting the last transom. Tom washed up and was returning to the store when she jumped him from behind in the bedroom off the kitchen. She wrestled him to the bed, with Tom putting up a token resistance. Then the girl's hands were all over him, taking his mind off everything but getting his hands into her panties. But when he got inside the silky-smooth panties he stopped.
'Are you trying to get me in trouble?' he asked, annoyed with the situation. 'Your sister is going to have a shit fit when she catches you fuckin' around. And I don't want to be the one she catches with you!'
Stella stopped, knelt beside him on the bed and put her hands on her hips defiantly. 'What's she gonna do?' she asked sarcastically. 'If she don't let me have fun I won't let her have any either. All I have to do is tell my father what she's doing and he'll cripple her. And I told her so, too. She tried to stop me from coming to the meetings, but not when I threatened to tell my father.'
Can't argue with that! Tom told himself, smiling up at her mad, but pretty face. She melted into the eager little girl again, right before his eyes.
'Okay. But this is your game,' Tom said as they got undressed. 'You do whatever you like, I'm just going to be an innocent bystander.'
That was all she had to hear. She threw a leg over him and sat on his stomach facing his cock. The ceiling light was bright enough to see everything, making the examination better than at the parties. She wrapped her fingers around the upright meat and milked it, watching the veins pop and the purple, heart-shaped head swell up and up. She kissed away a drop that oozed out of the eye, then buried the head deep in her small throat.
Tom had all he could do to keep from taking the initiative away by grabbing the girl and forcing his cock down her throat. He fought the urge and let the sensation of inexperienced mouth gobble up his burning meat.
Stella bounced around the bed as though she were on a trampoline. She got between his legs to get a better look at those wrinkled sacs that hung between a man's legs. She touched them, cupped them and lost interest when nothing happened. They didn't have a personality like the throbbing, sticky cock, she thought.
All this freedom to do whatever she wanted had its disadvantages too. Being inexperienced, she didn't know what she wanted to do next. But the heat between her legs told her she had to do something. She straddled the big stick, saw Tom's eyes widen, indicating she was on the right track to something. She lowered herself just enough to rub the knob of his cock between her legs, hoping to put out the fire that raged in there. But each rub created an urge for another and another, harder and harder.
Tom was fascinated by the complete attention Stella gave his cock – oblivious to his presence. Just her and the cock. It almost exploded his orgasm the way she looked at it. But it felt too good to end now, not without knowing what she would do next. She had it in her fist, rubbing it on her cunt and staring down at the union of his sex and hers, making Tom delirious with the urge to grab her and pull her down on the spear.
Stella rubbed the knob harder and faster into her slit, until she had an orgasm, thinking that would put out the fire as it did the night before. However, the presence of that knob made it impossible to stop, even after the orgasm. She noticed it felt best in a certain spot, bent her head lower to see if she could find it, spread the moist hair so she could see better and felt a gratifying relief when it nestled between the pink, moist lips that seemed to gobble up the knob.
As she lowered herself slowly, she could feel that this was the most satisfying sensation. Then Tom reached up and cupped her aching breasts and her head was suddenly hot and mushy. With one quick bounce she impaled herself on his cock, sending the hard, throbbing meat into the depths of her belly. It hurt, stung, burned as the spear penetrated her hymen; hurt all the way into her, all the time it was in her… but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure. She was no longer at the point of almost being satisfied… she knew this was satisfaction.
Everything was hypersensitive now… she could feel the thick slab of meat pulsing, throbbing deep in her tight channel. She paused for a moment before going into another orgasm, when she felt the hot lava spray the walls of her insides. She dove on Tom's chest, dug her nails into him and cried, 'More, more, MORE… ooowwww… mmmmmm… harder, harder… ohhhhhh…'
Tom's fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass and pulled her down with all his might, driving his cock up as hard and as deep as possible, his come shooting into the depths of her body. Stella jerked and convulsed with pleasure, drawing every drop of sap out of his pounding prick.
Reality surged back quickly for Tom the minute he fired the last volley. His only thought now was getting
