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CHAPTER ONEAlica pulled the last dish out of the carton and placed it in the cupboard. She turned the carton over and sliced through the tape. She folded the carton and walked downstairs. She placed the carton on the pile with the other, then ran her fingers through her long blonde shiny hair and took a deep satisfying breath.Moving was over. Finally, after three days of working her heart out, everything was in place in the new house. The rooms were all tidy and neat and it was time to turn her attention elsewhere.Alica stepped upstairs and entered the living room. A bit tired, she dropped into the large soft easy chair near the book case. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Reaching, she touched her fingers along the table. She found her cigarettes and placed one to her mouth. She lit up casually and took a deep drag, pulling the smoke to her toes.Alica let the smoke drool out of her mouth and turned her head. Next to her chair was a large photo album.A shiver of excitement rushed through her as she thought of it. She leaned over and her breasts surged against her bra. Her legs trembled once and soon her panties started getting soaked.Alica picked up the huge volume and placed it on her lap. Again she reached up with both hands and pushed her hair over her shoulders. She tossed her head slightly and relaxed.Alica turned her attention to the volume on her lap. With trembling fingers she lifted the heavy cover.
She had been a lot of places and seen a lot of things. She had gotten married and they had moved several times.Alica forgot considerations of such things and turned her attention to the first picture. The picture was dated 1954 and showed the first person she had ever loved. It was of Paula Carter, a married woman who had lived next door to her when she and her parents were living in Myers, a small farm community. In the picture Paula was lying on a bed. She was completely naked. Her legs were parted wide and her shaven mound was completely bared. She was lying there looking sultrily at the camera and there was a small affectionate smile on her lips.Alica looked at the picture and then closed her eyes. She leaned her head back an instant and started remembering. Soon she was remembering the tiny room in Paula's house on that day. She was standing at the foot of the bed with the camera in her hand. Standing next to her, only a few feet away was Robert Carter. He was standing there with a huge erection and trembling.Alica had first started with them about two months before this day. She had come over to ask Paula to help her with a dress. Before she knew what was happening, Paula was on her knees in front of her. Alica's panties were off and her legs were open. Paula's long middle finger was buried in Alica's tight vagina. Paula masturbated her that day and the next day after that made love orally to her. The day after that, when Alica forgot about her inhibition and was kissing that warm mound, Andrew, Paula's husband, appeared in the room completely naked. In a matter of seconds from the time she saw him, Alica was lying on her back with her legs open. Andrew was between them and buried all the way inside, thrilling her young vibrant body more than she had ever known.As she stood in the small room with the camera in her hand, Alica looked at his swollen penis. Again as before, just the sight of him like that sent shivers through her. Her young breast swelled and her legs started trembling. Her blonde mound became moist and her nipple of passion started swelling.The blood drained out of Alica's face. She stepped back away from the bed."Let me get a picture of you inside her, Andrew," Alica said as she stood there trembling.Andrew gave a knowing smile and stepped to the bed. He looked between his wife's legs and crawled to the bed. He dropped to his extended arms and leaned forward.Paula reached her hand down. Gently she curled her long fingers about his penis. She placed him against her moist entrance and drew her legs back.Andrew leaned forward again. His organ slipped easily into her body. He closed his eyes with passion and groaned slightly. Then he dropped forward and parted his legs wide.Alica shivered with excitement. Her eyes became as wide as saucers. Trembling so hard she could hardly hold the camera, she placed it against her eye. She got him into the picture and held her breath. She snapped the shutter."Now one on your back and you kiss him, Paula," the young girl said as her breath started choking in her windpipe.Andrew gritted his teeth. Reluctantly he pulled slowly out of his wife's body. He dropped to the bed and rolled to his back. He lay there and his huge moist organ jutted straight up. Paula instantly moved to her knees and turned about. She curled her fingers about his penis and stared. Then she leaned forward and lightly curled her lips about his hot knob.Alica tilted forward. She aimed the camera and caught Paula's short dark hair and her lovely face. She caught the sight of her dark eyes and her lovely mouth. She captured the puckered expression on her cheeks and snapped the picture, getting in every detail of what the woman was doing.The shutter snapped. Alica pulled the camera away from her eye."Now take some of me and him," she said as she handed the camera with a trembling hand to Paula.Paula climbed off the bed. Alica climbed up and dropped to her side against Andrew. She looked at his dark eyes and short curly hair, then opened her legs wide."Put your finger inside me," she whispered as her stomach knotted with need.Andrew turned on his side to her. He touched her soft belly. He moved his fingers over the gentle rolls and reached her moist mound. He slipped his fingers over the damp lips and touched the eager waiting entrance. Gently he wiggled his finger and surged it slowly into the moist channel.Alica groaned. The thrill shot along her back. Goose flesh formed instantly on her shoulders. Her teeth started to ache. She clamped her jaws together and her breath hissed through her nostrils. Her eyes closed tight. Her young slim hips started moving back and forth gently against the finger, working it about her insides.Alica felt a twinge of depression. Her hand moved out and closed about his huge penis. She felt the heat and moaned softly. She moved her hand along the length of it and remembered so well how he felt inside her."Why do we have to move from you two. I'll go out of my mind away from you. I'll go out of my mind without this," she said as she squeezed his penis with desperation.Andrew's eyes closed tight. His finger stabbed eagerly into her moist channel. His hips worked against her hand. Finally he drew back slightly and stretched out on his back. His hand moved away from her loins.Alica stared hungrily at his penis. Her face went limp with passion. Her eyes became cloudy. She moved to her knees and gently lifted one leg over his hips. She settled over him and reached down. She grabbed his penis and aimed it. She settled slowly and the penis rushed along the moist channel reaching the depths of her body.Desperately Alica wrapped her arms about his neck. She plunged her face against the sweaty hollow of his shoulder. She kissed him hungrily, then drew her face away and stared blindly at the wall in back of the bed."Take pictures of me. Help me remember how good this felt. Help me remember how desperate I was. Help me remember how good it felt to have you inside me."Andrew closed his eyes. His arms snaked about her slim moist back. He held her against him and rolled her to her back. His penis slipped out. Eagerly she reached to replace it. When he felt her again he stabbed into her delicate warmth. Desperately he wiggled against her. He forced her legs apart, curling his hands about her shoulders. He pulled himself against her, flattening his body against her wet breasts."Don't ever forget us," he said as his hand went under her fleshy buttocks and pulled her tight against his body."How could I forget it," Alica said as she reached down.Eagerly she wrapped her tiny hands around his buttocks. She pulled against him and opened her legs. She moved her hips back and forth. The passion ripped through her. Her breath again choked off in her throat. She held him deep inside her and rotated against him."Where will I ever find this again ? Where will I ever find this again?" she implored as the desperation of having to leave suddenly struck her mind and buried her into a low mood of despondency.Shivering, Andrew plunged into her wetness. He jammed his face against her shoulder and pushed her hair to one side."There are plenty of people who want this. Any man would love to be inside your body. Anyone would die to get to you," he breathed.Alica wrapped her arms tighter around his back."Don't come! Don't ever come! Stay hard and deep! I just love all that warmth inside me. I need all that warmth inside me!"Alica looked at the pictures in her lap and moaned. She had moved so many times and it was always the same. She moved and had to start all over again. She moved and had to build it up again. She moved and for a while was at the mercy of the new neighborhoods.Alica turned the pages in her book. Page after page was the same story. Page after page was nothing more than one neighborhood after the other one conquest after the other. She would just about get things set up and her husband wold get another transfer and she would have to start again. She would just get things set up and the camera would come out again and she would try for anything to help her remember how good it had been in the past.Alica closed her book and looked up. She placed the book in the crook of the chair next to her leg and got up. She strolled to the window and stood there.The houses across the street and next to her own were all nice homes. Most of the people in the neighborhood were well to do. Most of them were settled in their lives and building.Alica looked from one house to the other. She recalled in the past how the other neighborhoods had looked the same to her on those first days when she had just moved in. She recalled how they all looked the same but, after she had been there a while, how they all showed that same creeping despondency, that same complete apathy toward life which so easily helped her in her life.Alica stood there for a moment, then turned her head. The excitement was still pounding in her breasts and loins from those pictures. She looked out and could feel the moistness about her vagina. She could feel the wetness about her upper thighs.Alica was twenty-eight now but she hadn't changed much from those early years. The sight of sex still thrilled her. The feeling of sex still flooded her mind with excitement. The thought of sex still fired her body and raised her breasts to eagerness. The anticipation of having sex still made her tremble all over like an eager child.Alice felt this same anticipation when she turned her head and looked next door. Bonnie Baird, a cute little redhead, was busy in the yard. She was working near the front walk on her hands and knees. She was dressed in a tight pair of shorts and halter, her body glistening with sweat. She was pulling weeds and obviously the warm day was having its effect upon her.Alica stared at those rounded buttocks beneath that pale blue pair of shorts and the hunger poured into her body. She looked at the soft rolls of Bonnie's belly over her shorts and the heat rose between her legs. She stared at the ripe, hanging breasts inside that tight halter and felt her throat constrict with desire.Alica placed her hands on her dress and plunged it between her legs. She crushed it against her moist mound and shivered slightly."This might be a good neighborhood after all. It just might be a good neighborhood," she said as she calmly withdrew her hand.Alica turned about. Her eyes narrowed. A naughty expression, a half smiling, teasing expression formed on her lips. She touched her fingers to her shin and looked at the book on the chair.Alica walked to the book. She picked it up and carried it into the bathroom. She placed it on the back of the toilet and opened the pages. Then she turned to look at the lock on the door. She closed the door, setting the rotating lock. She tried the door and it was locked.Alica opened the door again. She turned and grabbed some paper. She wadded it into a small ball and stuffed it into the latch hole on the door frame. She pressed it hard against the hole, then shut the door again with the lock closed.Anxiously Alica pulled the door and it opened. Even though the lock was set the tongue could not get into the door frame. No matter what anyone did in the bathroom, the door would always open.Alica turned away from the bathroom and stepped to the window. Bonnie was still there, kneeling down. She was still pulling weeds and the sweat was pouring over her shoulders.Alica looked at the woman's legs and turned about. She entered the kitchen as the tingle of excitement still washed through her. Controlling her nervousness she opened the refrigerator. She pulled out a tray of ice cubes and cracked them open. She dumped them into a pitcher, then grabbed for the small container of frozen lemonade she had purchased.Alica's hands trembled. She poured cold water over the stuff from the can and stirred it into the pink-colored solution. Then she turned and opened the small cupboards. She reached inside and found a small bottle of pills. She undid the cap and dropped one of the pills into the water. Carefully she stirred the contents again, then stepped back."Here we go again," she said aloud as anxiously she wiped her hands on her dress and stepped toward the back door.When she reached the outside, Bonnie was gone.Alica groaned defeatedly and turned about. She stepped back into the house. She would wait until the other woman returned.CHAPTER TWOIt was blisteringly hot even though it was still early morning. Bonnie entered the house and walked to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator door muttering to herself. There were no ice cubes and she had forgotten to place the water pitcher in the ice box.Disgruntedly Bonnie turned about. She stepped to the sink and filled a glass with water. Slightly cringing she took a swallow of the lukewarm liquid, then placed the still partially filled glass on the cupboard and turned about.The instant she saw the front room Bonnie felt depressed for some reason. She stood in the kitchen and could almost feel the walls stepping toward her.She had lived for three years in this place and it was getting on her nerves. It seemed everything was going wrong. For the last year she seemed to lose all desire for housework. She seemed to grow progressively despondent about things in general.She was twenty-five now. She had been married for five years to her husband, Robert. At first she had taken quite an interest in things and saw to it that everything about the place was tidy. But ever since he came back from the doctor's office that afternoon about four months before he became very disinterested in everything and this disinterest seemed in many ways to creep into Bobbie's make-up.It was four months ago that Robert learned he was sterile. They had tried for nearly four years to have children. Nothing worked. They had finally consulted a doctor and upon learning the news, it seemed that Robert lost all his enthusiasm about life in general and things started drifting to a point of complete stagnation.Bonnie stood there and looked at his picture on the desk. She walked into the front room and picked it up. She stared at his short blonde hair and squared face and she still felt something warm. She looked at those large blue eyes and could feel some tingle.Bonnie lowered the picture. She turned about and walked to a sofa. She dropped into a seat and fetched a cigarette from a table nearby.She was so due. She was so due for a romance or something. It had been so long since she had been touched she could feel the nervous hunger in her stomach. It had been so long since he had wanted her that she wondered if anyone really wanted her at all.Bonnie took a defeated drag from her smoke and leaned back. She closed her eyes and thought. Before long she remembered four months before. She had become attracted to a young man back then. She had met him one night when she was waiting for her husband. She entered a small bar and before she knew it she was involved in a deep conversation with a tall dark man named Edward Farley.He was kind and warm to her that night. Instantly she felt attracted to him. She sat there listening to stories about his life and wanted so much to learn more. In the back of her mind she felt tingles of excitement when she realized that she was attractive to him. He made her feel good each time he looked at her. His eyes seemed to grow warm and soft as though he really desired her."I'm new in town. I don't go many places. I don't usually feel as strongly as I do, but I would so much like to see you again," he said as he sat there with a cigarette tucked between his fingers and his hauntingly dark eyes fixed upon her.The manner in which he came out and said it sent chills up her spine. He was so forward it seemed to cut through all the barriers she was feeling. Bonnie sat there and felt like a youngster again. Her entire body thrilled. Her breasts surged against her bra. Her panties started getting very moist and warm.Bonnie wiggled back in her seat self-consciously. She looked over her shoulder at the door. She feared her husband would come in and nervously she tapped her fingers on her glass. She turned her head and she was glad the bar at which she was sitting was crowded. If her husband did come into the room it would not look strange that she was talking to someone else.Bonnie turned her head. Behind the bar was a large mirror. From where she was sitting she could see the door leading to the street. She would be able to see her husband before he entered."I shouldn't be talking to you. My husband is coming down from one of the offices upstairs. He should be here any minute now," she said, turning to look down guiltily at her glass.Edward turned in his seat. He looked into the mirror. He glanced at the door for a fleeting moment, then looked at her.She was lively and there was no getting around it. She had a pleasingly child-like face and a touch of innocence about her eyes that would drive any man wild. It seemed a man talked to her and anything seemed right without being cloudy with ugliness. She had the type of eyes which quickly loosened up a throat and made the words tumble out very easily.Ed turned. His eyes narrowed with desire. He looked at the small nape of her neck and her lovely red hair. He glanced at her hazel eyes and upturned nose, then turned and looked into the mirror at the door leading to the street."I want you very much," he said in a voice so soft that it was barely heard by her.Again the same wave of warmth rushed through her. Her panties again grew moist and her loins were soaked. Her passion surged against the damp silk and tingles of desire raced up her back. Goose flesh formed on her shoulders and a shiver went through her.Bonnie wiggled on her seat. She turned her head. No one in the place was paying the least bit of attention to her. Everyone was too wrapped up in their lives to give the couple sitting there any notice. The man seated next to her was so wrapped up in an older woman that one could have set a bomb off under his chair and never dislodged his eyes from hers.Bonnie tapped her fingers anxiously on the bar. Her body was speaking to her. The heat about her silk panties was telling her. The moistness between her legs was screaming to her. The knot above her loins, in the pit of her stomach, was making it awfully difficult for her to convince herself that she was not completely thrilled by what he was saying.In the mirror she looked at the door. When she found it vacant she looked at him. She stared at his dark eyes and the manly jut of his chin. She looked at the soft expression of loneliness about his cheeks and the slight sag of his mouth. She looked at his long white fingers and again she felt the warmth surge through her as she remembered what it was like to be touched by a man."My husband would kill me," she said. "I want you," Ed said, turning to look at her."He's very jealous. He nearly killed a man once when he was looking at me in a bar. It took four men to hold him off. He gets ever so upset when someone shows an interest in me.""I want you," Ed responded.Again the thrill washed through her. Bonnie collapsed on her elbows. She felt weak all over and her body was so warm. She felt as though he were already touching her even though he was not that close. It seemed his words were knifing into her reluctance."I never did such a thing before.""I want you," he whispered over the rim of his glass as he peered at the door leading to the street.Bonnie trembled again. Nervously she reached for her purse. She stabbed her hand inside and rummaged about. She found a pencil and quickly, on the corner of the napkin under her glass, scrawled her number. Then, as if she was stealing something, she looked about. When she was sure it was safe, she lifted her glass and slid the napkin toward him.Without much ado, covering his movements as much as he could, Ed reached for the napkin. He crumbled it in his hand and then wedged it into his pocket.Bonnie stared at the door and felt somewhat relieved. It was as though she had admitted she wanted someone and she felt even warmer than before. She wiggled again and smiled."During the day. If a man answers hang up. He works Monday through Friday, nine to seven.""He work tomorrow?"Bonnie thrilled with the prospect. She closed her eyes with elation. She took a deep breath and shook her head slightly."He works all day tomorrow."She had no sooner blurted out the words when the door behind them opened. Robert, a tall strapping athletic man, strutted into the bar, his jaw pointed straight ahead, his eyes dancing about suspiciously. Bonnie wiggled in her chair, signaling Ed, and he picked up the cue and turned his head about. Robert stepped to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. Bonnie nearly jumped out of her skin with fear, then calmed herself and turned about."I just wanted a martini," she said when she noticed the hard expression on Robert's face.Robert nodded over his shoulder toward the door. Bonnie stepped aside from him and walked to the door."How many times have I told you I don't like that?" Walter said coldly, spitting the words through his teeth as they walked to their car.Bonnie shrugged and turned to him. Lightly she touched the side of his face. She looked into his eyes, then reached up and pecked him on the chin."I love you," she said softly.Robert drew back and stared at her. Then he smiled slightly and touched the side of her head. He ran his long fingers through her hair and touched the side of her cheek."I just don't like you in those places. I don't like anyone looking at you, you're my woman and I want to keep it that way.""Take me home and make me your woman," she said as she touched the side of his face.Robert lowered his eyes. His fingers slipped from her hair. He turned his back and opened the car door. like he had been kicked in the stomach he slumped into the front seat and placed his hands on the wheel. He sat there staring out the window.She was going to speak to him but waited. She walked around the car and opened her own door. She dropped into the seat beside him, then turned and looked at the sorrowed expression on his face."What's the matter?" she asked, her voice registering her complete concern. He looked so drawn and peaked.Robert took a deep breath and dropped his head back. He stared at the ceiling, then large tears started rolling down his cheeks. He sniffed once, then felt the tears and turned his head. With his back to her he reached for his handkerchief and wiped his cheek. He cursed himself foully and shook his head."What a mess! What a goddamn mess!"Bonnie slid across the seat. She touched his shoulder and drew on it slightly trying to turn him. He held himself away and jerked his shoulder as though she were touching him with a hot poker.Bonnie snapped her hand away. Feeling rejected she turned and slid across the seat. She slumped her head against the window and stared out.Robert took a deep breath and turned about. When he saw the sorrowed expression on her face he reached out. He touched her hand and drew her fingers into his hand. He squeezed her gently, then pulled on her arm and turned her in her seat.Robert looked into her eyes, then bowed his head."If you want a divorce you can have one. You have a perfect right now," he said.The blood drained from her cheeks. Bonnie drew her head back and could hardly believe her ears. There had been no discussion of divorce. There was no real problem they had that other couples didn't have. He had never talked to her before about such a matter.Stunned and afraid of losing him, she shook her head with awe."What do you mean I can get a divorce if I want?"Robert turned and looked out the windshield. His hands tightened on the top of the wheel and his long fingers became almost pure white under the strain. His forearms started shaking."They say marriage is between a man and woman. I just learned that I broke part of that agreement," he said as he gritted his teeth in anger at himself."What are you talking about?"Robert closed his eyes and bowed his head with defeat. Nervously he worked his teeth over his lower lip."I'm sterile. That's why we never had kids. I'm sterile as a log. As useless as tits on a bull. There's no life there. I can never have kids."Bonnie was moved to compassion for him. She slid closer to him and touched his face again."Are you sure?" she asked. "Yes, I'm sure," Walter screamed as he slammed his fist angrily on the wheel and snapped his head back and forth like a wild man.Awed by his display of temper, Bonnie pulled away. She stared and suddenly, right before her eyes, he crumpled. He slumped against the wheel and fell apart. He started sobbing like a tiny child and it seemed that when he got started and didn't care any more, he just let himself go. It seemed to her that he, for some reason, loved the way he was degrading himself in his own eyes.She had never seen him cry before and the sight of it was startling. He had always been one of those men who prided himself on his manhood. He seemed so completely out of character now that she felt as though she were sitting with a total stranger.For a moment she didn't know quite how to act and sat there frozen. When she finally snapped her head and her eyes moved, bringing her back to reality, she reached down. Lightly, in some attempt to show him he was still a man, she placed her hand over his limp penis. She held him warmly and pressed gently."I still love you. No matter what happens I will still love you," she said as she touched her lips to the side of his neck.With a shaking hand he reached down. He grabbed her wrist and gently pried it from his leg. He pushed her hand away and turned to look at her.Defeatedly he looked at her then turned. He reached for the key and stabbed it into the ignition. He started the car and backed up.The next morning when she awoke he was gone for work. He had gotten up before the alarm went off and never even said goodbye. Bonnie got up and combed her fingers through her hair. She staggered out of the room and entered the kitchen. She made a pot of coffee and was sitting there when the phone rang.The minute she heard his voice, she could not deny what she felt. Again she remembered how they'd sat in the bar. She remembered the haunting sounds and qualities of his voice. She remembered the sight of his long fingers and recalled the way she had wondered how they would be upon her body.She sat there half hunched over. Her breasts were naked under her sheer nightie. They were pointing straight out and eager. Between her legs the thick red curls were already damp."I want you," he said softly into the other end of the phone.Bonnie's breath caught in her throat. Again her stomach knotted. Again the tightness formed over her loins. Again she felt the moistness of her desire creeping between her fleshy buttocks.Bonnie opened her legs. She pressed her fingertips into the rolls of her stomach. She moved her hand slowly, torturously down and plunged it between her legs. She pressed it against her heated loins and her breath hissed through her teeth. Her eyes closed tight and her mouth dropped with need."I want you too. I tried to deny it but I do. I want you so much. I wanted you last night. I want you this morning. I want you to need me. I have to have you need me.""Meet me in an hour. Highway Thirty-three where it crosses Alpine. There's a small emergency parking area near the woods."Bonnie slumped back against the chair. She nodded her head slowly. "I'll be there," she said as she pulled the phone away from her ear, stared at it as though she could not believe what she had heard, then placed it back on the hook.