Chapter 3

Gwen looked guiltily at the small overnight bag. She had packed and unpacked it three times, still undecided whether or not she should spend the night.

With a flurry, she snapped the top down. It would be all right to spend one night, she thought. She didn't have to spend the whole weekend. And besides, the roads were terrible on weekends, jammed with cars and drunk drivers. One night, she promised herself. One night wouldn't hurt.

She felt like a runaway teen-ager as she drove up Interstate Highway 5, her scarfed hair whipping under the ballooning material as the convertible sped past the Friday traffic. She felt the eyes of the male drivers staring at her when she passed them and a twinge of excitement raced through her. She felt free and loose and abandon. As she had when she slept with Allen the first time and he took her, hurting her by squeezing her tender flesh roughly and biting her flesh with his thick, strong teeth. She wished he was with her now so they could pull over the side of the road, sneak into the bushes and make love wildly, like two heated animals.

She swerved sharply to avoid ramming a slow Buick as her thoughts returned to the task of driving. Her heart raced and her leg trembled as she looked over her shoulder and saw the white, wizened face of an elderly man hunkered against the wheel of his old sedan.

Los Angeles was jammed with cars and she sat nervously, creeping behind the gleaming bumper of the car ahead as she moved slowly through the late-hour traffic.

The McCusker's house was easy to find. The map they had drawn was as clear as if they had painted a green line to their doorstep. She climbed out of the car, purposely leaving her overnight bag in the trunk.

"Gwen, glad you could make it. Have any trouble finding the place?" Sybil asked, standing in the doorway, a drink in her hand.

"No trouble at all," Gwen said meekly, looking down at her small, petite feet.

"Come in, come in," Sybil said. She took her by the arm and led her into the spacious, sunken living room.

"Did you bring a bag?"

"Yes, it's... in the car," Gwen said, shifting her feet and offering her felicitous smile to Sybil.

"Didn't want to carry it in, thought the neighbors might raise their eyebrows," Sybil joked, gently poking Gwen in the ribs.

"I guess so," Gwen said, blushing and pulling at her fingers.

"We'll get it later. Now, sit down. Relax. I'll pour you a drink. Collins all right?" She stepped into the kitchen, leaving Gwen alone in the opulently decorated room.

The carpet was so thick she bounced as she pressed her feet testily against the rug. The couch was heavy and extra long, appearing more than eight feet in length to Gwen's scrutinizing eyes. Pillows were scattered in the oblong room in corners, and footstools sat waiting to comfort tired legs before deep, black leather lounging chairs.

"Luxurious," Gwen said, running her hand over the expensive material that covered the couch.

"Comfortable," Sybil called from the kitchen.

Sybil balanced the drinks deftly into the room and placed a sweating glass into Gwen's small hand. She seated herself next to Gwen and tucked her legs beneath her like a svelte cat perching before its domain.

"We have a quiet evening planned. Just the three of us. Dinner, some records, color television if you like... a swim... tennis... you name it, Gwen."

"I don't know why you're going to all this trouble for me, but I appreciate it."

"No trouble. No trouble at all," Sybil said, licking at the rim of her tall, skinny glass. "Even Bob is looking forward to it."

Gwen searched Sybil's eyes for the curious answer to the woman's playful tone. She only saw Sybil's pink tongue pressing against the glass and her long eyelashes fluttering.

They sat sated around the disheveled table. Used forks, half-filled wine glasses, soiled napkins, littered the table as they sat back and drank the cognac-laced coffee.

"Well, what do you think of our hospitality?" Bob asked, lighting a Vega cigar and hiding behind the blue cloud of smoke.

"Wonderful," Gwen said, feeling gay and heady from the coffee and wine.

"Let's adjourn to the patio." Sybil stood and waved them up.

The air was warm and soothing as it brushed against Gwen's liquor-tingling face. She touched her nose and felt the numbness as she walked slowly around the pool and looked into the pale green water with the wavering tiled bottom. She felt like jumping up and diving in with all her clothes on and feeling the refreshing coolness of the water swishing around her.

'You look like you'd like to swim," Sybil said stepping up behind her.

"Oh. You startled me." Gwen smiled apologetically as she turned around and faced her hostess.

"Sorry. Look, I've got an extra suit in case you didn't bring yours. Why don't we all go in?"

Gwen giggled. "How could I possibly fit into your suit, Sybil." She looked at the woman's protruding breasts anxiously.

"Don't worry about that. If it's a little big, Bob won't look. The important thing for you to concern yourself with is relaxing. Now come on."

She took Gwen's arm and led her into the house.

"Bob. We're all going swimming. Gwen's going to wear one of my suits. Now don't you peek."

"Of course not," Bob said, smiling and unbuttoning his shirt. "I'll keep my eyes closed all the time."

Gwen giggled as Sybil piloted her into the bedroom.

"I have a bikini that's a little small for me, Gwen. It should fit you all right."

"How bikini?" Gwen laughed, tossing her head.

"Does it matter among friends?" Sybil looked haughtily at Gwen.

"I suppose not," Gwen said, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling on her nylon. She looked up at Sybil's eyes and for a moment felt uneasy as the woman scanned her extended leg and licked the bottom of her lip.

"You get undressed. Meet us at the pool." Sybil smiled and left, closing the door softly behind her.

"Ummm," Bob murmured as he peered through the hole in the wall and watched Gwen undress.

"Let me see." Sybil pushed him away and pressed her eye against the wide-angle peephole bored through the bedroom wall. Gwen was down to her panties and bra, bending over and pulling the nylon briefs down her supple ass. Sybil felt an anxious throbbing in her breasts as the crack of Gwen's ass addressed her. She could see the beginning of her pubic hair and the clean brown cleavage of the split widening as the young woman bent down to pick the panties from around her dainty feet.

Sybil felt Bob press up against her and cup her breasts in his hands. "Leave me alone while I watch," she hissed, pushing back against him. He didn't withdraw. He pushed his hardening pole against her ass and wriggled forward. Sybil breathed heavily as she saw Gwen unsnap the bra and let her breasts swing free. The tips were turned up and the woman's nipples kissed at the air as she moved around the room looking for a brush to comb her hair.

"All right. Get ready," Sybil said, pulling herself from the wall and pushing Bob away from her.

"Getting hot?"

"What if I am?"

"Thought we might rip off a quickie, to slow you down."

"I know how to handle things."

"Yes, you do," Bob grinned, pulling off his trousers and grabbing the stem of his half-hard cock and wagging it at her.

"Yummy," Gwen said, popping her head out of the water. "This is delicious.'

Sybil swam to her side and stood in the shallow end of the pool while Bob teetered on the edge of the diving board, clutching his sides and shivering in mock terror of the water.

"Makes you feel like a new woman, doesn't it Gwen."

"Yes. It's very refreshing. Very."

Bob dived off the board, his arms forming a spear over his head as his body arched down and plunged gracefully into the water.

"Bob's a good diver."

"Yes. He's good at everything he does," Sybil answered, floating on her back.

"Hey, how about some dunking, girls?" Bob's powerful strokes glided him up to the two women. "Us guys have to fool around, you know."

"All right," Sybil said, winking at him and pushing his head below the water. "Get him, Gwen."

Laughing, Gwen hopped through the water and pushed Bob's emerging head back down. He reached out under water and pretended he was groping for support. His hand squeezed the inside of Gwen's thigh and his fingers brushed the bikini-clad V of her crotch.

Spitting water and coughing, Bob shot up out of the water and shook his head.

"Get Sybil, Gwen," he sputtered, lunging with a splash toward his wife. He grabbed her and pulled her under. Gwen was behind her and pressed Sybil's shoulders down into the water. Sybil awkwardly reached up and grabbed at Gwen's midriff, clutching one of her breasts and squeezing as she drew herself up and out of the water.

A warm, tingling sensation rippled through Gwen as the fighting continued, as the hands groped for her body and squeezed and poked, as the trio fought and splashed and laughed in the frothy pool.

Exhausted, they lay back and floated, Bob spitting up small streams of the water from his mouth like a whale.

"Say, that was a blast," he said, reaching over and laying his hand on Sybil's stomach. "A real blast.

"Here let me help you dry off," Bob said wrapping Gwen in the beach towel. His hands rubbed her chilled flesh as she stood like a doll in front of him. She gasped as he tucked the material under her arms and rubbed, pressing the sides of his hands against the bulging flesh of her breasts.

"That's good, I'll get the rest," she said embarrassed and turned away from him. Sybil stood, pulling her bathing cap off and shaking her hair.