Chapter 4

A warm sensation of pleasing arousal stirred hopefully in Kevin Garrett's anxious loins as he poured sherry for both his young curvy wife and himself. He couldn't help but wonder if his sketching appointment with Eve Novack the next day had been the influential factor in causing Laura to do a complete about-face. Jealousy, maybe? Certainly, it wasn't in character for his beautiful, raven-haired honey to suggest he bring along the decanter, he elatedly mused, setting it on the table between them where they worked.

She smiled enticingly and raised her glass toward him. "Cheers, darling."

"Cheers..." he smiled.

She sipped while he took a swallow, not really savoring it. He preferred Scotch and water, but had figured she would really have made an issue of that... drinking hard-stuff this early in the day, and so on. Though the sherry was better than nothing to try and get things moving...

"Mmmmmm... that does taste good, Kevin... sort of hits the spot, as the saying goes," she said, her large, onyx-eyes beginning to glow with a rare sparkle he too seldom saw in them. There was something undeniably erotic there, almost suggestive and promising.

Christ, could it be? Maybe he should strike while the iron was hot... as another trite saying went! Not quite yet, of course, but once the wine began to peak her... if she'd drink a few. To go through all the cozy little dinner prelims just to stick to formula might well over do it. Besides, a twilight matinee in the sack could just hold some secret ingredient, the unknown quantity his luscious young wife needed to get her hot and running! Damn, there had to be some way, and this was as good a bet as any, considering the fact that he'd just about tried them all...

"Are you really determined to do this portrait of Eve Novack, darling?" Laura questioned in a light tone, surprising him as she picked up a brush, her attention seemingly concentrated on her canvas.

"Why... hardly determined, honey," he answered, managing to keep his voice as casual as hers. "It's just a commission... certainly nothing pressing. You remember when she asked me if I'd consider it? We were at the Flemmings' cocktail thing..."

"I remember it all distinctly, darling," Laura said, sipping at her sherry. "She reminded me of some sort of preying cat stalking her next meal... and I'll wager she had a ravenous appetite... sexually, that is."

"Hey... that's the second time you've come down heavy on her, baby," Kevin said, breaking into a grin. "Do I detect a twinge of jealousy in my loving little wife's voice?"

"Don't make fun of me, Kevin. Maybe... maybe I am a little jealous... or something. I don't know what it is, but I'm not ashamed of it," she said, her softly spoken, candid words very much moving him. "Anyway, it's not a mistrust of you, darling... I want you to know that. It's just... well. I realize that I-I am not the... the most perfect girl in bed, or... or even a poor facsimile, but... but I'm beginning to wish I were! And I'm really going to try... !"

The slightest breath of air might have knocked him right off his stool, the young husband wildly thought as he listened with his lower jaw dropping to his vivaciously beautiful wife's admission, but it was her totally unexpected commitment which caused his penis to jerk urgently beneath his clothing. Beyond that, her almost child-like, apologetic air was tearing him apart!

He watched her pick up her wine glass and daintily drain it, then half-smile over at him. His stool nearly toppled like a rocket silo as he blasted off it, dropping onto his knees beside where she sat perched on her own, and possessively wrapping his long arms around the almost virginal softness of her curved young body to hug her tightly against him!

"Christ, baby! You're the most beautiful, gorgeous, breathtaking female God ever made! You know that? You are... you are! And He knows you don't have to ever be jealous, or worried, or any other damn thing when it comes to a guy named Kevin Garrett! You're that poor slob's whole life, baby, and all the Eve Novacks in the world lined up naked couldn't even begin to do to him what you do... let alone seduce him! You hear me kitten? I mean that!"

"Oh darling, I know you do!" Laura excitedly gasped to his loving show of tender affection, slipping her arms around his neck and running her hands through his heavy shock of disheveled-appearing brown hair. "I- I didn't mean to upset you while you're working, Kevin. I-I shouldn't 've said anything..."

"Upset me? Baby, you just made my day ten-times more beautiful is all!" Kevin exclaimed, sensing his roused length of hardening penile flesh pulsing warmly in its growing, blood-filling state. He held her with arms encircled around her slender waist, and with his face looking up into and inches from her beautiful features, he smoothed his gaunt, warm hand over the rising swell of her soft belly. "And don't you ever worry about any other gal as far as this guy's concerned, little girl! You're holding all the claims! If you say no Eve Novack portrait, that's the way it is, baby! Just you and me! That's what matters, doll... !"

"Oh Kevin!" she whispered, almost sensually he thought, as her small, warm hands clasped on each side of his face and she raised it higher, implanting her lushly moistened lips wetly down onto his in a heated, tongue-teasing kiss, the kind he well knew she loved so much.

He played tongues soully with her, teasing and stabbing, locking, searching, caressing, their mouths filling with each other's slowly rising warmth. Christ, he couldn't remember her ever being so openly keyed-up to this degree! His warm, exploring hand brushed over the full ripe mounds of her still brassiere covered breasts, yet he could still feel their tiny, hardened nipples straining beneath the wealth of material. She moaned incitedly into his mouth while her hands toyed in his thick, almost unruly hair and at the back of his neck. Goddamn, she was really hot all right, and getting more-so... but was she ready? He'd seen her damn close to this point before and had it all fall flat! Kisses, gentle fondling, and hotly suggestive embraces were her love-world, but experience had taught him that once beyond them everything did a topsy- turvy! Even though she couldn't help it, and he had tried to understand that, how long could a red-blooded, all lusty male like himself put up with those sudden cold rebuffs, or her unhidden dutiful wife concept without waggling his hungering yard-arm in other directions?

He thought of Eve Novack on the telephone... her torrid, provocative voice! Christ, Laura had her pegged to the letter! She may be hung-up with nun-concepts herself, but she could spot a sensuous woman with no difficulty... and Miss Novack was well known to be that! He couldn't help but wonder if the sexy ex-starlet actually had such seducing thoughts in mind concerning him? Not that it mattered now... he wouldn't keep their appointment. Hell no, not knowing the way Laura felt... but it was the fact that she'd come right out and told him that was firing him like a goddamned young bull! Then: "And I'm really going to try... !" She'd said that, her voice all choked with meaningful emotion, the sound of her hesitant, truthful tone unlike anything he'd ever heard from her!

That was all he wanted! For her to try! Christ, it was unbelievable that with her normal, exquisite young body... the goddamned mind-twisting beauty of her naked loveliness that she couldn't get with it! She wasn't still sixteen, and her parents were long gone out of her life... all of the bitterness which had caused her hang-ups. She'd done four-years at an uninhibited college, associated with girl classmates whose morals were far from being top-grade, and Christ, he ought to know! Hadn't he fucked her roommate for two days straight before the wanton little bitch had introduced her to Laura? That was how he had finally met her... !

"Look, darling, I know you don't like wine. So why don't you mix yourself a Scotch and water... and while you're at it, make one for me, too?"

Kevin gaped up at her. She still held his head while he embraced her. Then, she hotly kissed him. After, he managed: "Now... now, you're talking my language, angel! And I'll agree, providing... providing you don't move from this spot so that I can come back in and make love to you..."

"This way?" she interrupted, those glimmering lights in her eyes like tiny, ignited fires. "Wouldn't you rather have me slip into something... more comfortable, as that well-worn saying goes?"

Kevin swallowed tightly. He couldn't believe it! "Hell!" he gasped, if it comes to that, I'd prefer you slip out of everything and just come back to sit here!"

"Kevin!" she laughed, her hands continuously stroking his head. "You don't really want me that... that wanton, do you... ?"

"Why not? You're my wife... and... and we're in our own home, and... we love each other! Hell yes, I want you that way... completely naked and beautiful in the state you were made for me! Is that so bad? Is it... ?"

"No, darling, it isn't... and one day soon, maybe, but... but give this frustrated wife of yours a chance, will you?" Laura half-whispered delighted with the pleasureful sensations of expectancy sweeping excitedly through her, and trying desperately not to do anything to destroy her flimsy intoxication.

She had never felt quite so immoral as she did at that moment. And she couldn't help but believe that thoughts of Eve Novack were playing an important part in shaping her feelings... which was good! God, she undoubtedly needed something of this nature if she were ever to crash her hung-up barriers, as Kevin called them, and become a real wife! There was no question any longer in her young mind but what the bed, in sensual love-making was where a wife kept her husband! Or even the floor, a couch, the front or back-seat of their car... ! Just to love and let one's self freely go. That was it! There wasn't any shame, she continually reminded herself. This was the way she was made... meant to be... a physical lover for the wonderful man kneeling on the floor beside her with his arms embracingly holding her, his warm, sensitive hands stroking over the tingling fullness of her excitedly swelling breasts!

"Y-You go make us a couple of Scotches with water, darling... and I'll change," Laura suggestively whispered. "We've both worked enough for one day... besides, your little kitten wants to play with the cat-nip!"

She gently pressed him away, pleased with her cute word-teasing statement, the undeniable thrills of heated anticipation growing provocatively down between her thighs. God, she was getting wet there! The narrow strip of her sheer, nylon panties actually felt soaked as it brushed against the puffy softness of her curl-fringed vaginal lips.

She stood and he slowly, did the same, his hands never leaving her upper body. He said nothing, simply enfolded her into his arms and kissed her passionately, his hot tongue raping her mouth in sensual bliss! She clung to him, returning his kiss fervently, wild emotions the likes of which she had never fully given herself to soaring with an erotic drunkenness that seemed to permeate and excite her whole body.

"You go ahead, baby! I'll make our drinks!" he finally gasped, raising his warm, loving mouth from hers.

"Not too strong, darling..."

"No... no, don't worry!" he whispered, his hands smoothing down over the fleshy moons of her firmly rounded buttocks, clasping them and drawing her tighter against his rapidly hardening loins. "It'll be just right... just go ahead and do what you were going to... !"

Laura sensed a quiver of growing erotic delight ripple upward over her. She couldn't help but think about it. Was it excitement without dread... ? Maybe just a little bit of repulsion at the way he was so lustfully clutching at her buttocks? She thought of him trying to use her... thrusting his hardened maleness up between her defenselessly spread legs... ! No... no! Not her darling... not Kevin! He loved her with his whole heart, and she had to rid herself of these terrible... !

"Go ahead, baby! I'll make the drinks... !"

"Okay... okay. I'll be back in a few minutes, Kevin..."

"Take your time! Take all the time you need, angel! I'll be waiting for you!" he enthusiastically exclaimed, backing off with a little dancing jog and clapping his hands together in a gesture he could never remember making in his life.

Laura smiled, sensing an almost maternal feeling sweeping deliciously through her. God, she didn't need any babies... he was all of that as well as lover... the fulfillment of everything in a man she'd ever dreamed of. Then, she said: "I'm going to shower, darling. I'll be a little while."

"I-l won't make the drinks for ten minutes or so," he said. I'll just give the studio a little house-cleaning... and think about you..."