Chapter 4: Rebecca's Living Room

After I called the cab, I stood outside and waited with the others. It was cold, and the wind smelled like rain. Harold and Rebecca were standing near the curb. Harold had his arms around her, and she cuddled against his chest.

I came up behind Cedric and put my hands around his waist.

"Having second thoughts?" I asked.

"No, not really," he said. He turned around and looked at me. He looked a little pensive.

"I'm looking forward to it," I said. I lifted my chin.

I couldn't help but think he looked handsome, with the wind blowing around his hair.

"Why don't you kiss me," I asked him, "just to make her jealous?"

"They're not looking." He smiled wryly.

"Kiss me anyway," I said.

He did. I couldn't help but smile when he was done. It felt good, him holding me like that.

When the cab pulled up, Harold and Rebecca were the first to pile in.

Cedric and I stared after them, as Harold pulled shut the door. I heard Rebecca giggling.

I walked over, and opened the front door. I saw Harold was already kissing Rebecca in the back. I turned to Cedric, who was also peering in.

"So," I said. I arched my back a little and tried to make myself look sexy. "Do you want to sit up front with me," I asked, " or in back with them?"

He grinned at me and I took his hand and pulled him forward. "You go first," I said. He sat down in front, and I grinned down at him.

"Put on your seatbelt," I told him, and then I sat down primly on his lap.

The cabbie, and older man, looked over at us, but didn't seem concerned. Another drunk couple, he must have thought, after a late night at the bar.

"Where to?" he asked.

I wiggled on Cedric's lap, just to make him cringe. I could feel him pressing against my bottom.

"Uh," he said. "Stop that," he said to me, putting his hand on my back. Then he gave the man their address and a few directions.

The streets were dark and quiet. A few fat drops of rain splattered on the windshield as he pulled away from the curb.

I wiggled again. I couldn't help myself. I knew this must be uncomfortable for him. I grinned

"Comfortable?" I asked. He didn't answer me, so I swiveled in his lap and turned my head to face him.

I kissed his check. "Cedric," I whispered, "how would you like it if I told you what your girlfriend and Harold are doing back there?"

I leaned toward him until my breast was pressed against his chest, and I waited for his answer, breathing in his ear.

"Yes," he said.

"Cedric," I said. I glanced over at the driver. "Cedric, they're necking in the back." I squirmed a little on his lap. "They look like such a happy couple! I wish that you could see them..."

I paused, breathing hot air on his neck. The movement of my chest was making my breast rub against his chest. I admitted to myself: I was aroused.

"Cedric," I said, "your girlfriend's legs are spread." I whispered. "He's got his hand... his hand is on her breast. She's kissing back, Cedric. Her mouth is open. He's got his tongue inside her mouth." I was whispering in his ear, and I could feel him breathing into mine.

"His hand," I breathed, "his hand is in her blouse, now. He's... he's squeezing her, Cedric. He's squeezing her naked breast."

"She's spreading her legs still more," I said. "God, she looks so HOT."

She's really enjoying this... I think she wants... you know, I think she wants his hand down there. Between her legs. On her pussy. I think she does, Cedric, I think she wants him to put his hand between her legs, on her naked pussy."

"And you know," I said, "You know her pussy's naked... ?" I felt him move his head.

"God," I breathed, "now he's pulling up her skirt. I think he wants for me to see. I think he wants to show her off..."

"Yes!" I hissed. "I can see her now... She looks so beautiful like that, necking, with her skirt around her hips..."

"God," I said, "your girlfriend has such a gorgeous pussy..."

He gripped my arm with his hand. "STOP!" he hissed. I could imagine what this must be doing, with me sitting on him like this. "If the driver looks," I whispered, "I wonder if he can see it too..."

He gripped me harder. "Stop!" he hissed again.

"Oh my God," I said. "I-I can't believe what he's doing to her now."

I paused.

I could feel him breathing.

"What?" he finally asked.

I giggled in his ear. "I thought you didn't want for me to tell you?"

He was silent for just a moment.

"Ok," he breathed. "You win."

I shook my head. "Too late for that," I said. "I guess you'll just have to ask her later."

He sighed. "Please," he muttered, "Please tell me."

I was grinning wickedly. "Tell me that you like it."

"What?" he asked.

"Tell me," I said, "That you like this."

"Why?"

"Cedric," I said, "It's not too late to put a stop to this. I can do it."

"I want to hear you say it."

"You know I do," he said.

"Tell me," I said, "That you want to see your girlfriend lick him."

"Okay," he said.

"Tell me that you want to see her laid."

"Okay," he said, "I'll tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"That I want to see her..."

"Tell me."

"I want to see her... fucked."

This really was exciting, I thought. I couldn't help but press for more.

"Tell me," I whispered, "When we get inside, you'll do whatever I tell you to."

"What?" he asked.

I squeezed his arm. "Tell me you'll let me have free reign."

"Ok," he breathed. "I will."

I leaned against him. Now I was breathing too.

Truth was, I hadn't seen her pussy. I'd made that part up.

We were almost there.

When we got to the house, Cedric paid the driver, and the other "couple" waited on the steps for us. We walked along the stones together. No one said a word. Then we waited while Cedric fumbled for the keys. I watched, out of the corner of my eye, as Harold put his hand on Rebecca's bottom. Then he began to stroke her there. Rebecca's eyelids fluttered.

Cedric's house was a beautiful unpretentious mansion, made mostly out of stone, built well before the war. I'd always imagined, when I was younger, that I'd someday live in a house like this, with its distinctive inset windows and enormous wooden doors. That had lately come to seem to me less and less likely.

Rebecca led Harold to the parlor outside the dining room. They stood there, a little nervous, uncertain what to do.

I took charge. "Cedric," I said, "Bring us something to drink. Something strong."

I looked around. Becky, I noticed, was already swaying a little on her feet.

"Rebecca, put on some music, something you can dance to."

"Harold," I said, "Sit down." I pointed.

I waited.

When Rebecca got the music going, I told her where to stand, and then I told her I expected her to dance for us. "Do your sexy dance for us again," I told her, "Only this time," I grinned, "Don't be so inhibib--inhibited." The liquor had affected me as well.

"What about you?" she asked.

"Rebecca, ALL of us are going to watch."

She looked at me, a little nervous. But I knew how much she really liked to be the center of attention.

I walked up to her and touched her on her lips. "Rebecca," I said, "You want to do this, don't you."

She nodded hesitantly, staring at my eyes. "It's just that..." She glanced over at the door Cedric had gone through.

"Becky," I said, "We all want to see you naked." I smiled knowingly at her. "You want that too," I said. She couldn't help but grin a little.

She ducked her head. "I do." she admitted. "You know I do. But..." She looked back at the door.

"He wants it too," I said, trying to find her eyes. I took her hand. "He wants it too."

She looked back up at me and made a little sigh. She squeezed my hand. "You're right," she said, "I know you are." She inhaled and shook her head. "Tina," she said, "you've got to get me more drunk."

I wanted to kiss her then.

She laughed and glanced down at her blouse. "God," she said, "I can't believe the things I've done tonight."

"Good," I said.

She was staring at me. "I'm so turned on."

Cedric came back into the room, carrying a tray of brandy, with several crystal glasses.

I called him over. "I want you to give this to your girlfriend," I told him. I picked up the bottle and filled a glass to the rim.

Rebecca reached for it, but I waved her off. "No," I said, "Feed it to her." Rebecca put her hands down, and Cedric put the crystal to her lips.

"Keep going," I told him, and I watched as she closed her eyes and gagged a little and the liquid dribbled down her chin.

When he'd gotten most the liquor down her throat, or on her blouse, I told him to sit down. Then I sat beside him, put my hand on his thigh, and told him to pour another drink.

"Now Becky," I said, "I want you to dance for us. If I'm not happy with your performance," I grinned, "I'll have Cedric here do a little naked dance for us..." I squeezed his thigh, and almost made him spill his drink.

Rebecca giggled, but started dancing anyway, looking straight at me.

"Is this good?" she asked, after dancing for a little while. Her face was flushed, but it was very, very good. She was even more provocative than she had been at the club, rubbing her thighs and stomach, and moving her chest, so we caught glimpses of her naked breasts through her mostly unbuttoned blouse. But of course, I wanted to see more.

"Keep going," I said. I glanced at Cedric, and then I lit a cigarette. "You boyfriend here wants you to show off your pretty tits."

She inhaled and looked at him. "Do you?" she asked directly, "Do you want for me to show them?"

He nodded slowly.

"Show us, Becky," I said, breathing out. "Show us now."

She carefully unbuttoned the remaining buttons, the ones between her stomach and her hips, and let her blouse fall open.