true. His problems had seemed insurmountable at home, but they had vanished as soon as he got away. Or as soon as he had got laid by a couple of teenage kids!
'I'm glad; You know how fond I am of you, You're welcome here anytime-all the time, if you like.'
'Thanks.'
They were silent for several minutes, Edythe working at her drink, Jeff watching her. Finally he said, 'You seem different somehow, Edie. You worried about something?'
She looked up with a start. 'No, what makes you say that?'
He shrugged. 'Nothing ominous. I thought maybe you had troubles of some kind. If there's anything I can do to help… '
She watched him over the rim of her glass, seeming to study him and trying to make up her mind. She was just about to say something when Judy came back, dressed in a two piece white swim suit and carrying a towel.
Jeff found himself staring. The child was slim and almost flat, bare bulges to fill out the tiny cups of the suit bra. The skimpy bottom was stark across deeply tanned skin, a flat belly and a tiny ass. He knew he was staring, and he forced himself to look away. Unbidden, a picture of how she might look naked flashed through his brain. It startled him and scared him. What the hell was the matter with him?
Judy barely glanced in his direction as she went out to the patio and dropped her towel on the empty chair between her two older sisters, then poised at the edge of the pool and dived in with a clean motion that barely made waves. The blue water closed over her head and body, cutting off any sight of her until she surfaced at the far end of the pool. She was an excellent swimmer. Jeff watched her as she flashed back and forth with powerful strokes, hair flattened to her head, eyes squinting in the late afternoon sun. She did about four quick laps of the pool, then hoisted herself out of the water-and sat on the edge, combing her hair with her fingers and shaking the water from her hands and face. Jeff was fascinated by every motion.
'Jeff?'
He turned, realizing that Ms sister had been talking to him.
'I said, will you mind terribly if I go out tonight? I half promised some friends-' She looked away and he knew she was lying, but it didn't matter.
'Hell, no. I want to turn hi early and just catch up on sack time. I haven't been sleeping well lately and it's going to take me a week to catch up with myself and get rested.' He reached for the pack in his pocket and lit a cigarette. He was worn out from his marathon sex with the two little tigers his sister had spawned. He needed a nice quiet night to relax and give his cock a rest!
'You're sure?'
'Of course I am. Look, I don't want you making any special plans for me, I told you that.'
She looked reassured, finished her drink quickly. 'Then I think I'll go up and shower and change. Conchita can fix you anything you want for dinner. Just tell her.'
'Sure, sure, don't worry about me. What about Larry, is he coming home tonight?'
She frowned. 'I don't know. He may have told Sally, he often does. We haven't been really close lately, or maybe you guessed.'
'Sort of. It shows. Anything serious?'
She made a move. 'Not divorce-serious, if that's what you mean. We've just sort of drifted, you know how it is.'
'Yeah, I guess I do. Wanna talk about it?'
She shook her head. 'No. We've more or less worked it out and we're going our own ways for awhile. It will give us a different perspective.'
'Are you seeing someone else?'
Her head came up suddenly, guilt in her face, 'Why do you ask?'
He shrugged. 'A guess.' Better not to involve Sally, no sense starting trouble.
She chewed at her lip, eying him thoughtfully. 'Yes, I am,' she said finally. 'It's not serious, though, at least not serious enough to make me forget what I've got here. Maybe I'm just at that age where I need to have a man make me feel desirable.'
'Sex?'
She nodded and held her hand out for his cigarette, took it and inhaled deeply before passing it back to him. 'First and foremost. I need it, I can't help it. Maybe it's just my age or maybe it's just me. I always have enjoyed sex and Larry knows it.'
'You mean he doesn't anymore?'
'I didn't say that It's just that he's older and he doesn't seem to be able to keep up with the pace we used to have.' She reached for the cigarette again, and Jeff gave it to her and got himself another from the pack. 'He hasn't quit enjoying it, he's just slowed down. And I haven't. If anything, I seem to need more than I ever did before. Reassurance, I guess.'
Jeff smoked in silence for several moments. Maybe that was similar to his own problem. Had he been seeking reassurance that he was still sexually attractive after the split with Rhoda? The separation and pending divorce had bruised his ego, made him feel that he had somehow failed as a husband, that he had failed sexually. It was possible. He sure as hell had made a fast recovery when he'd got plenty of fucking.
'Larry doesn't mind? Or doesn't he know?' Jeff asked.
She sighed. 'I think he does. I get so damned involved, you know how I am.' She smiled.
'Sure. Does he care?'
'He seems not to. Matter of fact I suspect he's got something going himself. He's got that look, you know… '
Jeff hadn't noticed, or maybe he hadn't been looking. The only time he'd seen Larry was at breakfast this morning, and Jeff had been too occupied with his own thoughts of the two twin sex kittens who'd welcomed Mm to the household so nicely.
Edythe sat up suddenly, crushing out the cigarette and getting to her feet to set the empty glass on the bar. 'I'm going to run then. Steve, my current, has the night open and we're going to make good use of it.' She smiled and tilted her head. 'Take care of yourself, baby brother.'
'Sure, no sweat.'
'See you tomorrow. Steve's tied up. Maybe we can do something. Lunch? The club? We can decide later.' She wiggled her ringers in a wave and blew him a kiss. 'Have fun.'
He watched until she was out of.sight up the stairs, then turned to look at the girls on the patio again. Sally was sitting up, stretching as though coming awake like a cat. God, she was incredibly lithe and beautiful. He still found it hard to believe she had introduced him to such pleasures.
The phone on the bar rang and he looked around, startled. The bell cut off on the second peal as someone answered it. A few moments later the Mexican maid appeared from the kitchen, smiling at him shyly and bobbing her head.
'It's for Miss Sally.'
'I'll tell her.' He crossed to the door and pulled it open. He hadn't realized how cool the air-conditioned house was until the blast of hot, dry air outside washed over him. 'Sally! Phone.'
She got to her feet in a graceful move and walked toward him. She looked like a bronze goddess and he found himself staring at her gorgeous young, firm tits, barely covered by the scraps of her suit. Incredible.
She smiled and brushed against his arm as she passed, deliberately, he was sure. He smiled and watched her ass wiggle provocatively as she went to the phone and lifted it.
'Yeah?' She cocked her head, listening, thinking over what she heard. 'I dunno.' A brief silence as she listened again. 'Okay, sure, yeah.' She hung up and leaned against the bar, turning so the profile of her body showed to its best advantage. 'You don't care if I go out awhile tonight?'
Jeff shook his head. 'Of course not, why should I?'
She laughed. 'That means you're tired!' she mocked in a stage whisper.
He had to laugh, despite her brazenness. He was tired, and it had undoubtedly prompted his quick answer. 'Yeah. You're a hell of a lot of female to handle alone, and with your sister, you do an old man in.'
'You're not old.'
'Old enough. Run along and have fun.'
