with a towel and then motion to Mara to open the window. When Mara shook her head, Ruth, still naked, got up and did it herself. So quickly did she move that Joe Mills had barely time to get out of the way.
'Whew, it's stifling in here,' Ruth said. 'I'm all sweated up because that bastard insisted on screwing me.'
'Darling, close the window,' Mara begged. 'He may change his mind and come back!'
'Oh stop worrying, he won't come back. You made him feel like two cents, didn't you? Made it clear you didn't want him. That's it! It's over for him.'
'I was really worried,' Mara said. 'All that stuff he taped about my pussy and yours and how we liked to eat each other.'
'I know,' Ruth said thoughtfully, as she cradled the younger woman's naked firm breasts against her own. 'That's why I let the bastard screw me. It was enough to make me nauseous, him putting his stupid cock in me. I hated it. Loathed it. I was terrified he would squeal on us. Thank goodness we were careful at that picnic.'
'You shouldn't have made love to me there, Ruth.' Mara said softly. 'It was too risky. Much too risky.'
'I know. I just couldn't help myself, baby. I had this fantastic desire to kiss your cunt, to smell its perfumed lovely scent mixed with your flesh. I nearly came watching you by the tables. And also I hated the fact that those dirty men were looking at you like that.'
Ruth bent down and sucked Mara's vulva passionately. Joe watched the Eurasian girl's eyes close as she experienced the full sexual pleasure afforded by Ruth's expert tongue.
'Oh Lord, you are wonderful, dearest Ruth, you are,' Mara said. 'I love it when you put your tongue between the lips like that and tickle my clitoris. It is almost as if you were playing music, performing an arpeggio on the strings of my genitals.'
Ruth laughed. 'How marvelously poetic, darling!' she cried. 'I thank you from the bottom of my heart for the compliment. But the truth, darling, is that I love to lick your gorgeous pussy because I am horny as hell. When I was a teen-ager in camp, I went down on my roommate, the captain of the school hockey team, eighteen times in one weekend. How do you like that?'
'Maybe you ought to send it to the Guinness people and have them put it in their book of records dear,' Mara said jokingly.
'Great idea,' Ruth agreed. 'Only I'm sure they'd ask for proof and that might be rather inconvenient to furnish, don't you think, dear?'
The two girls broke into gales of laughter at the idea, and outside at their window, Joe Mills laughed with them. He was still laughing when he showed up at Mara Blake's apartment the next afternoon.
Half an hour after Mara arrived, Joel Mills showed up with a box of chocolate candies and knocked. There was no reply so he knocked again. He knew Mara was home because he had followed her home. And after waiting long enough to make sure that no one else was coming to meet her, he went upstairs. When the third knock produced no response, he rang the doorbell.
'I'm in the shower, darling. You're very early,' he heard Mara Blake sing out gaily. 'Door's open for you.'
A moment later as she emerged from the bathroom drying her naked body with a large Turkish towel, her eyes widened with astonishment as they saw Joe Mills standing in her living room.
Chapter 9
Her first thought was to run back into the bathroom. But before she could move he smiled and tried to put her at her ease.
'I'm sorry. The door was open and you were in the shower. I heard you calling out that it was open. There didn't seem to be any point in my shouting at you through the closed door. You couldn't have heard me in the shower anyway.'
She flushed deeply. 'I-I was expecting a-a friend.'
Her mind was racing now. Ruth might pop in at any moment. She had talked about some shopping chores but who could tell when they would be over? And it would be very awkward for Joe Mills to see them together. Especially like this.
'I-I have an early dinner engagement, Mr. Mills. So if you'll excuse me… Maybe we can talk at school tomorrow. I mean if you had some problem you came to discuss.'
His sudden appearance had completely disconcerted her. What on earth did he want here? And why hadn't he stopped her in the English office? He had had several opportunities. Above all why suddenly drop in like this. She had a phone. He could have called if it were some urgent problem facing one of their students.
'I think we'd better discuss this now, Mara,' he grinned. 'You can call me Joe. After all we work in the same school, same department. And for Ruth Peter.'
His use of the name worried her, especially the peculiar stress he gave it. She tried to smile.
'All right, if it is that urgent. I wish you had tried to get me this morning at the school or at least call me. It would have been much simpler, Let me get dressed. I'm pressed for time. Then we can talk a few minutes.'
'Sure,' he said agreeably. His eyes appraised her greedily.
'Please make yourself at home,' she said coolly. 'There's some liquor in the kitchen cabinet over the stove and maybe you can mix yourself a drink.'
She would have to be cautious with him. Especially if Ruth burst in on their chat. Maybe she could get free of Mills in a few minutes. Arrange to meet Ruth somewhere halfway. Inside the bedroom, she phoned Ruth's house but there was no answer. There was nothing for it now except to get it over with. She began to dress quickly, putting on her panties and a soft sweater over her breasts-Ruth had asked her not to wear a brassiere after school hours.
She was unaware that Joe Mills was watching her dress. As she pulled on her sweater, sitting on the bed, he was kneeling in front of the door and peeking through the keyhole. What he saw excited him very much. Mara was sitting on the bed, her long, coffee-colored legs spread apart, while she patted her pussy with a soft talcum pad. That finished, she took a bottle of cologne and sprayed her inner thighs with it.
The sight of the gorgeous girl making her enticing genitals sweet smelling and lovelier gave him an immediate erection. She's probably readying her delicious little twat for Ruth to suck, he told himself, chuckling silently. It was okay with him except for one thing. He was determined to get first taste of what she had or, put in another way, he was set on having first crack at her crack.
Now she raised one leg and quickly painted each nail green. The action put her pussy in a different, fuller focus, emphasizing the pink labia and the loveliness of her curling hair around it. Watching through the keyhole, Joe Mills could not forbear scratching his crotch and when she began, a moment later, to slowly draw on her long nylon stockings, he opened his fly.
Taking out his thick pecker, he stroked it for a moment as his eye examined the girl's lovely pink pussy. He could almost smell it in its perfumed elegance, it looked so close. Then he put his penis back into his pants. He did not want to come this way. He had made up his mind. If he climaxed today, it would be in that gorgeous pussy he was looking at now. Or in Mara's beautiful mouth. Pulling at his pecker did not interest him now. He had enough ammunition to get him what he wanted most and he would be a fool to shoot his wad as a peeping tom.
Waiting a moment longer, he turned the knob of the bedroom door and entered. Mara, who had just finished rolling up one of her stockings, lowered her skirt hastily and stood up in amazement. His eyes seemed to bore to the nipples of her bosom.
'What do you think you're doing?' she said angrily. 'Please wait inside. I'll be out in a moment.'
Joe Mills grinned. 'I think I like it better in here. Especially since it has so lovely a bed and such a gorgeous girl on it.'
She stared at him astoundedly. Was this the shy, paunchy, balding teacher who nodded to her almost shyly in the hall when she passed him? She could not believe her ears. This was the man that everyone said was always leering at the younger teachers, always boasting of his conquests. But he had never come near her.
'You'd better leave, Mr. Mills,' she said in a cold voice. 'I don't wish to talk to you here. If you have any school matters to discuss, see me during my office periods at the school after this.'
