fucking bottle. It just lanced, still hard, still solid, till the flood of my orgasm made me so weak I could no longer maintain a grip on the bottle's bell and it sagged to the floor with a clink. My cunt was so greasy by now that it slid free of my gash, and I just lay on the cool floor mopping at the blood and cream on my beaver, asking myself how I'd ever been so shameless as to fuck myself with a Goddamned bottle.
You are a slut, Pamela Crosby, said my common sense, and the rest of me agreed thoroughly. I was a slut, a come-crazy slut. Decency had no place in my vocabulary, nor did morals nor respectability. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
The Bogart movie was over. How long over I didn't know. There wasn't even a test pattern on the TV, just a screen full of snow and a crackling static noise. I shut off the set, picked up the tissue-wrapped tampon, and placed it over my cunt so I wouldn't drip on the stair carpet. Goddamn it! I went back and got the bottle. I'd clean it off and take it to Lilly as a present. Maybe by the time I saw her again I'd have an answer for her invitation.
CHAPTER SIX
True to prediction, I awoke early next morning with an aching pussy. It was like an open wound between my legs and I had to massage it with both hands before I could even stand to get out of bed.
Aunt Susan was the slug – a-bed today, though, and I felt smug and happy when she entered the kitchen to find me already at work on breakfast. 'The day's half-over,' I told her in a country drawl. It was precisely nine o'clock.
We shared a leisurely meal – it was after ten before we finally rinsed our coffee cups and cleaned up the few dishes we'd dirtied. Aunt Sue went into her office to get a bit of work done, but only a bit. She was driving into Athens for a visit to the library again today, and this time I didn't turn down her invitation. I'd been out here since Saturday afternoon and already I was going stir-crazy. I needed life and people.
There wasn't much life on campus during the second summer term, and Aunt Sue had no trouble finding a good parking place for her car. We went into the library, and I excused myself as soon as we were inside, to visit the ladies'. Aunt Sue showed me where it was and pointed to the elevator. 'I'll be on 7,' she said.
I went to 7 and trotted through the stacks in search of her. She was between two large book stacks talking to a man. Lee Kinloch, of course. I went in to join them, my footfalls silenced by the floor carpeting, and neither of them knew I was there till I put my arm around Lee's shoulder and leaned in to say, 'Hi, Aunt Sue. You're hard to find.'
Putting my arm around Lee was an automatic, unthought gesture. He blocked my way in, and I had to lean past him to get Aunt Sue's attention, and I'm a very physical person, besides, I like to touch and be touched.
Lee's head turned at my laying-on of hand, and he smiled in greeting. So did Aunt Sue, but her face was brick-red and I couldn't believe tne ferocious gleam in her hazel eyes. Didn't she even know that she was giving me a hate-filled stare? Her voice was no traitor. It was calm and evenly modulated.
She was jealous! It struck me at once. Aunt Sue couldn't bear the sight of me touching her friend, even in so innocent a fashion. That confirmed my suspicions. She was hung on him, and with about as much chance of getting him as Nixon has for a comeback. Well, fuck her! I had my eye on Lee, too, remember, and if I couldn't get him, he couldn't be gotten. I didn't create her plain and dowdy and backward with men.
But I took my hand away all the same, as Lee stood aside to let me join them. They were talking about books and authors – why didn't she ever try to bring the subject around to dripping pussies, her own in particular? Or maybe Aunt Sue was so dried up her pussy didn't even drip these days.
'Look,' I said, 'how would it be if I took a walk? I saw a couple of boutiques and shops that looked interesting.'
'Oh, fine,' Aunt Sue replied, with eyes only for Lee, who had his eyes on me. 'That would be a good idea. I'll probably be here for a couple of hours.'
'Okay,' I grinned. 'Catch you later.'
Mostly I wandered around trying on clothes. Mama had given me a couple of hundred for expenses and trivia during the month I'd be here, and it was burning a hole in my purse. But today was just for looking. I went to several little boutiques and tried on a few items, but ended up empty-handed.
Finally I went back to the library but I didn't feel like going inside. It was a lovely late July day, warm and sunny, and the sun bathed the library steps. I stretched out on the stone banister, which was just made for lying on, and I wished I could strip off my clothes and let all of me enjoy the sun.
Not too far away the noon carillon was ringing in the campus belltower. Carillons are sweet music even when played slightly out of tune, as this was being played, and I closed my eyes appreciatively.
I didn't open them till someone tapped on my forehead and I looked up to see a guy. He was standing on the ground beside the banister, and he was built like a basketball player, very tall, very lean, cute in a jock way.
'Uh,' he said, 'is this the library?'
'Don't you know?' I asked. He was wearing an Ohio University T-shirt and he had some textbooks under his arm.
'Unh-unh,' he grinned. 'I've been here three years and this is the first time I've ever had to.'
'Too bad,' I consoled. 'One more year and you could have tried for a record of some kind.'
He smiled in agreement. 'Life gets tasteless, don't it?'
He planted himself on the steps beside me and we began to talk. Obviously he didn't care if he never got to the library. His name was Alan Burke, and he was indeed a basketball player. Not All-American, or whatever basketball players get to be, but pretty good. At least, that's what he told me.
We were still talking when Aunt Sue and Lee Kinloch came out of the library and down the stairs. 'Oh, hi,' I told them. 'Are you ready to go, Aunt Sue?' She nodded.
'You don't have to run off, do you?' Alan wondered. 'I mean, I'd hate to lose you now. Would your aunt mind if you hung around a little while? I could take you home.'
'Go ahead, if you want to,' Aunt Sue said considerately. 'You remember how to get back to Sugar Creek, don't you, Pam?' I was pretty sure I did, and so she and Lee went on. I was sorry to see them go, especially him. I'd been hoping I might have a chance to work my wiles on him – maybe even today – and this Alan character just wasn't in Lee's league.
But Alan was pleasant, and aggressive, too, and when he suggested a guided tour of the campus, I shrugged and went along. His tastes inclined to the more secluded areas, I was quick to learn. We went down a hillside, passing between two fraternity houses, and he led me across the dried-up bed of the Hocking River.
Alan led me up the bank and he pointed out the squirrels which scampered boldly everywhere. They were, he said, descended from the squirrels of Harvard Common. The founders of Ohio University were all Harvard men, and one of them went east to get shrub cuttings and fauna from Harvard Yard to add the homey touch to the new school's grounds.
That was a nice story, and Alan elaborated on it as we walked. Almost before I knew it we were deeply surrounded by trees and it was shady and cool and a squirrel was chattering on a limb overhead when Alan took me in his arms and pulled me tight for some kissing.
He was over a foot taller than I was, even with my three-inch heels on, and I stood on tiptoes until his hands clamped onto the cheeks of my butt. He lifted me up then, and I locked my legs around his calves as we rocked and kissed together.
My tits ground into his chest and my crotch was upon his. I could feel the presence of a cock inside his pants, a sizable cock indeed, growing more sizable by the minute. I pushed it with my cunt-mound, feeling it grow stiffer, firmer, and I should have been excited. But I wasn't.
His kissing was okay, I suppose, with plenty of tongue and lip action, and he was taking my breath away with it. His hands were big and hard and strong on my butt, and his body supported mine with no discernible effort. Alan was in good shape. So maybe it was me. Maybe I was just tired of it all.
He took a firmer handhold on my butt and his fingers began to dig into my skin through the velvety yellow layer of shorts and the panties underneath. Two of his fingers tickled the leg opening and started to wiggle inside, their obvious goal my covered pussy. I squirmed uncomfortably in Alan's grasp and loosened my legs from
