'You're damn right you'll do nothing but play bridge, because I'll be there to watch you. I'm going along and that is that.'
Later, Roxanne DeWinter was shocked to see Eva. 'What a pleasant surprise to see you, Eva. My, you look stunning. I invited exactly enough for three tables, but I can…'
'Don't bother, I'll read a book. I don't play bridge, anyway.' Eva snapped, brushing by her hostess.
She was more buxom than Eva had remembered, and really quite beautiful. Eva shivered with jealousy, feeling quite inadequate. She wondered, too, how much bridge they had planned on playing since everyone seemed half-drunk already.
There were six women, counting Eva, and six men; very convenient. The men all leered hungrily at Eva and fell over themselves to meet her. 'Go ahead and play your stupid card game. I'll find something to do.' Eva said.
'The library is in the next room, Eva dear. I'm sure you can find something to read.' Roxanne said.
'Could I have a drink first? I need it.'
'Of course. Would you care for a martini?'
'I'd rather have Scotch.'
'There's Scotch in the library.' Roxanne said.
John watched Eva turn and stomp from the room. 'How can we play bridge with so much drinking going on?' John said.
Roxanne took his arm. 'We'll manage, somehow,' she said.
Roxanne was beginning to wonder about John. They had been playing regularly for two months now and he hadn't made a single pass. All he did was play bridge. She had planned to do more tonight, much more, and the stupid jerk brings his wife.
'Have a drink, John, loosen up a bit, and then we'll get started,' she said.
Eva found the Scotch and started drinking. She tried several books, but couldn't find one that interested her and finally went to peek into the other room. 'Shit!' she said, 'They're actually playing bridge. Nothing but a bunch of stupid drunks playing bridge.' Eva was angry. She had hoped to catch her husband in an orgy, but he was playing bridge. It was very disappointing.
Eva sat and drank until she was tight. It had been over two months since she had been drunk and it felt quite good. It made her feel horny, too. She wanted John. She was about to go in and get him when the door opened and a boy came into the room. He was tall and slim, though well muscled, and he was beautiful. He couldn't have been over seventeen.
'Oh,' he said shyly, 'I didn't know there was anyone in here.'
'It's okay. I'm just waiting for my husband. He's in the next room playing bridge.'
'You must be Mrs. Richardson. I've heard about you. I'm Ronny, you know, Roxy's wild son.'
'Yes, I'm Mrs. Richardson, and I'll just bet you've heard about me. Come on in. I won't bite, and call me Eva.'
Ronny entered the room. He seemed to hang back, and was just a tiny bit unsteady on his feet.
'Gosh, you're beautiful, Eva,' he said.
'Thanks, Ronny. Come over here and sit down. I need company, too.'
Ronny sat beside Eva. His face was flushed and he hiccuped, his face growing redder. 'What's that you're drinking?' he said.
'Scotch. Want some?'
'Sure, but I have to confess that I've already had some.'
'I suspected as much.' Eva said, wanting to giggle.
She took the half-filled decanter from the end table and filled her glass to the brim. 'I'll drink from this side and you drink from the other. I only have one glass,' she said, putting the glass to her lips. And then she giggled, dribbling Scotch on the front of her sweater.
Ronny took the glass and took a big swallow.
'I'm a little drunk,' he said, giggling with her.
'Not too drunk, I hope.'
'Too drunk for what?'
'Oh, for nothing… or for anything.' She took the glass back and gave him a knowing grin. 'How is the hot bridge game in the next room?'
'They didn't even notice me come in. I'd say they are playing a little bridge, but mostly they're fucking…' His face reddened again. 'I'm sorry… fooling around.'
'That's okay. Fucking is a good word; I like it.' She looked at him coyly. 'The word, I mean.'
'You're cool, Eva. I like you.'
'I like you, too, Ronny,' she said and took another drink. 'Where have you been all evening? I wish you had been here.'
'I wish I had, too, but I was out on a date. It was a washout.'
'Oh, you didn't get any, huh?'
Ronny looked intently at Eva, wanting to tell her about it, but not sure he should. 'No, but I thought I would from what the guys had told me. She turned out to be a tease. Want to hear about it?'
'Certainly.' Eva said.
'Well,' he said, taking the glass from her hand for a little more courage, 'the guys that had been out with her said she was easy, but now I wonder. Maybe it was just me, used the wrong approach or something. She's a real sexpot to look at, big boobs and all that.'
'Bigger than mine?' Eva said.
'I doubt it. Yours look pretty big.'
Eva took his free hand and placed it on one of her tits. 'What do you think?' she said.
'Yours are bigger,' he quickly answered.
'You really can't be sure this way. My sweater is pretty bulky,' she said, sliding closer to him. She took his hand and slid it up under her sweater. Her nipple was already standing firm. 'Now you can judge better.'
'Gosh, Eva, you win by a mile!'
'Good. Now play with my nipple and keep it hard. The sweater only does it half-way. And tell me about your date.'
Ronny let his fingers play her nipples to hardness before he continued. They rose up until they were like little steel marbles, the syrupy milk oozing onto his finger tips. Eva moaned inside, the delicious feeling crawling down her spine to her juice-seeping cuntlips.
'Well, we went to this school play and started nipping from my flask. We nipped until it was empty. Good thing I had a pint in the car because that girl absorbs Scotch. Anyway, by the time the play was over, she was half-looped and I thought I had it made. We had hamburgers at a drive-in and then went and parked and guzzled some more Scotch.'
'We necked up a storm and she let me under her blouse. She let me take off her bra and then she put her hand on my… on my prick.'
'Like this?' Eva asked, laying her hand on the bulge in his pants.
'Yeah,' Ronny said excitedly, 'only I think I'm lot harder now than I was then.'
'I hope so.' Eva said. 'Go on, honey.'
'I played with her luscious tits and she really turned on… I thought. She pulled my zipper down and pulled it out. Boy, her hand felt good.'
Eva worked Ronny's zipper down and extracted his cock. It was a beauty, easily over six inches, so sleek and smooth, and so very hard, the veins standing out all rigid. The circumcised head was shiny with clear ooze that dribbled out and spread like a clear lacquer. She started slowly jerking him.
'Oh, God, Eva, that's good,' he gasped.
'Go on, tell me more,' she urged.
'I was sure I had it made and slid my hand under her skirt. She seemed to tense a little, but didn't stop me. It took some more Scotch and some more deep kissing, but I finally got her pants off. Her hair was soft and fuzzy and she was all wet down there and I just couldn't control myself. I lifted up her dress and slammed my face into her crotch. She started screaming and yelling and calling me a pervert. Boy, that dumb broad really has some
