CHAPTER TWO
'Wheeeewwwww… will you listen to them!' Martin Delany laughed as he pressed his ear to the wall of his apartment that was next to the Hutchs' kitchen. 'Sounds like the newly-weds are having a little spat.'
'Uuuuuuuuuuuu…' Niven Mandel moaned from their bedroom. If there was anything she hated, it was being awakened by the screaming of other people. God knows she had had enough of that when she had been living at the half-way house. Fucking little kids! They were always crying about something! At sixteen, the lovely blonde girl felt that she was well above all the simple things that the people at the run-away shelter had been trying to teach her. Arithmetic, reading, history… all those things were all right for the children, but Niven knew that there was more to life than those fucking books. Shit… that was why she had run away from home to begin with.
'Come on, lovey-cunt,' Martin said in a cheery voice. 'Let's get that luscious body out of bed. Something tells me that there's an adventure ahead of us.'
Again Niven moaned, but as Martin lit another cigarette, his third of the morning, he could hear her stirring, and he knew that she would shortly appear at the kitchen doorway, looking as though she had just gotten out of bed, but no less lovely for that.
Martin sat back in his chair and smiled as he heard the door of the next apartment slam. Yes… there was an adventure in the making, and if there was anything Martin liked, it was adventure. God knows life was fucking boring enough.
Martin was a member of that rare breed of man. Blessed with a powerful body and a father who had made an incredible killing in the stock market, Martin had attended four years at Columbia University, graduated fourth from the top in his class, and then realized that he had been wasting his time. As soon as he graduated, his father presented him with some fifty thousand dollars and told him to spend it as he wanted.
Martin went right out, bought a car and headed cross-country, stopping here and there as he chose, living like a king where ever he was and when he got tired, moving on.
He had been doing that for almost a year now, and he enjoyed the thrill of coming into a new place, meeting new people and interweaving his life with theirs. He had gotten the idea from a television show, and he knew he was lucky in being able to afford living like that. He hadn't had a job since he was a freshman in college, and he wasn't bothered a bit by that fact. He loved the freedom of being able to just come as he pleased, live like he wanted and leave when he felt like it.
When he had come to St. Paul a little less than a month ago, he had been wandering around one of the poorer sections of the city… the type of place he had come to know would have women like Niven… eager to get out of what ever trap they were in. He'd met her at her job, provided to her by the halfway house, and they hit it off. Niven's eyes sparkled when he told her what he had been doing, and she decided that she would do as he asked her, which was to take an apartment in one of the nicer sections of the city and see what happened. God knew she was pretty unhappy at her agency, and with nothing to lose, the two signed a one year lease at a rather nice, if small, apartment.
Taking a deep drag on his cigarette, Martin had to smile as he remembered signing on as husband and wife. If there was anything about Niven, it was that she didn't look sixteen. The reasonably hard life she had been living since she'd run away from home had given her a mature, if kinky, outlook on life. The landlord really believed Martin's con-job that he and Niven were newly-weds just starting out, and had even made the comment that they were living right next to the two other newly-weds… or would be when they returned from their honeymoon.
Yes, thought Martin, butting his smoke, things just had a way of always working out. Having money was sure nice, and knowing how to use it was even nicer. He'd been getting just a little tired of moving around so often, and he decided that he would stay in St. Paul… at least for a couple of months. It was time to start taking stock and make plans. Or at least rest some.
And if there was anything that could keep him in St. Paul for a little while longer, it was the argument he had just heard between Mark and Kate. He could smell adventure in the air, and Martin had no greater love than adventure!
A faint animal whine and a furry brushing against his leg interrupted his thoughts, and he looked down to see Siegfried looking up at him. Hell, he had known Niven was more wanton than most of the women he had been with in his travels, but until she had demanded that he get her a German shepherd, he really hadn't known how wanton. She'd explained to him that one of the ladies that ran the house had kept a dog, and Niven had quickly discovered why. That lady's dog was the best little fucker Niven had ever known, though the young blonde girl really hadn't known all that many, and she demanded that Martin buy her one… just to keep her happy when Martin wasn't around, she had explained. Martin didn't give a shit. He'd seen worse things in his travels, and he never seemed to tire of watching Niven and Siegfried go at it. The thing she had for that dog was something Martin had only heard about in whispers, and he was glad to be seeing something like it first hand.
'Well, Siegfried, ol' boy,' Martin said, patting the great dog between his ears. 'You look a trifle hungry.'
Siegfried and Martin got along rather well, and at the sound of Martin's soothing voice, the huge dog began to prance about. Sighing, remembering that it was really Niven's job to feed Siegfried, Martin nevertheless stood up to take care of him. But the dog didn't appear to be interested in food, and once Martin was out of his shallow, dream-like thoughts, he could see why. While he had been dwelling on his past, Niven had gotten out of bed.
She stood in the doorway of the kitchen, completely naked, her hair slightly tangled and falling over her pert little face.
Martin sucked in his breath. Even though he and Niven had been living together for nearly a month, he never tired of seeing her ripe nakedness. At sixteen, she was already fully developed, and he could sense that she would only get better as she grew older. Her honey-blonde hair fell gracefully to her shoulders, even tangled looking lush and full. Her eyes were the color of an untainted Minnesota Lake, and her skin was the color of pure cream. Her short pert nose had a slight upturn, giving her an aristocratic appearance, and her mouth, though small, was well formed with lush, full lips. Her shoulders were completely feminine, rounded, soft and gently sloping. Her breasts were firm, hard and fully rounded, thrusting from her delicate chest like two fleshy mountains topped with bright red cherries, constantly distended with passion and lust. The spheres were widely spaced, and large enough for Martin to fuck his huge, hard cock between them when he wanted. Her belly, flat and flawless, followed the ripe swell of her slim, though rounded hips, forming an hour-glass just above her ass-cheeks.
But what Martin loved the most was the perfect triangle of her cuntal hair, as golden and thick as the hair on her head, the inverted rounded tip pointing directly to her seething, always-ready cuntal lips. As he stared at her standing in the doorway, he felt his cock give a little lurch. Shit! He knew there wouldn't be any argument between them about fucking this morning. Niven was ready, eager and willing to fuck whenever Martin said the word… which was quite often. Sometimes ten times a day.
'Uuuuuuuummmmmmm… I thought you were going to sleep late this morning,' she said in a still sleepy voice as she nakedly walked into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. Of all the women Martin had spent any time with, Niven had to be the most totally unabashed. She took a deep thrill just from being naked with him, as though she could sense that with him, she was totally safe. He knew she had gone through some pretty rough times, and her nakedness, while sensual, also meant that she trusted him. Martin liked that.
'Uuhh… I was,' he stammered, finding her nakedness rather distracting. Again his cock spasmed in his pants. He'd give her a little time to wake up before he fucked her though. They'd had quite a session last night, and she was obviously not quite recovered from it. A cup of coffee, a little conversation, and she would be ready to go. 'But that little spat next door woke me up too.'
He lit another cigarette and rested his head in his hands, staring long and hard at the sensually swelling mounds of her completely unfettered breasts, already shimmering with mounting passion as she became more and more awake.
'What the fuck's the matter with them anyway?' Niven asked. 'Shit… it sounded like he didn't want to fuck his wife.'
'That's exactly what it was all about,' Martin answered. 'He didn't think there was enough time. Something about how he had to get to his new job.'
'I've never heard of a man who doesn't want to fuck his wife as often as he can,' Niven commented thoughtfully.
'There are men like that,' Martin told her. 'I've seen them. Some guy has a real nice piece of ass and all he wants to do is look at her.'
