Chapter 6

Dorothy called Howie. "We were afraid you weren't going to make it back. How is Brooke?"

"I imagine Brooke is fine. We broke up," Howie said.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Howie. I'm sorry. Mike's family rented Professor Trevale's house. You know, the big house just down from the dorm. Come over."

Howie said, "I know where Amy lives. I am an art major remember. You are too busy to bother with this now."

Dorothy said, "Howie, get your butt over here, now."

"Yes maam. Who could refuse such a nice invite as that."

Howie walked over to Amy's house.

Dorothy said, "Amy called Mike and offered to rent her house to us for the week. We are going to have the reception in the Kappa room and then come over here for drinks afterwards. Let's go up to my room. I want you to tell me all about what happened."

Howie told her about the trip. When he told her about Ruth, he reached over and ran his hand up her skirt. His pants went down and they pushed her panties aside and pounded each other as hard as they could. Howie didn't last long.

Afterwards, they looked at each other and took their clothes off. This time they did not rush. Dorothy said, "You feel so good."

Howie grunted and kept moving.

When they pulled apart, she said, "I am calling it off. I will tell Mike something."

Howie said, "I didn't want this to happen."

"Howie, I can't give this up. I want you all the time."

"Please don't. If you do, I won't be able to see you again, ever. And I can give this up, but I want to see you, to hear you beautiful voice, to smell you, to just to be around you some times, I don't want to give that up," he said.

"I am serious, I am calling it off," she said.

"Please don't. I couldn't take being responsible for that too," he said.

"I am calling it off, not you," she said.

"That's the way I feel," Howie said.

"I am not giving you up," she said.

She took him in her mouth and he was instantly hard. "And you don't want to give me up either."

Dorothy had three orgasms. "I have never had one with anyone else." Since she had only been with Howie and Mike, he knew what she meant.

Howie hurriedly put on his clothes. "You can't. I will leave for Oklahoma now and stay."

"Don't run. Stop, please," she asked.

"Would you promise to visit me if I call you?" she asked.

Howie didn't say anything.

"Look at me damn it. You said you would. I will need you," she said.

Howie nodded.

"Will you sit down and listen to Brooke?" she asked.

Howie looked out the side of his eye at her.

"Promise me, Howie," she said.

Howie nodded.

"Good. I need this right now so much I can't tell you," she said as she pulled his head to her sex.

"Don't stop, don't stop," she called.

"I want you to think about one think before you call her," she said.

"Not that. I want you to think if she being out there where women are different, didn't influence her thinking for a little while."

He nodded.

Dorothy handed him the phone.

He called, "Mrs. Wallingford, it's Howie. May I speak with Brooke?"

Her mother said, "I should pretend you never called or that she never wants to talk to you," she said. She called Brooke. Before Brooke got to the phone her mother said, "I am really mad at you, Buster."

Howie said, "Yes maam."

Brooke picked up.

"Hi," he said.

"What is it Howie?" she asked.

"Brooke, would you come here? Dorothy wants us all to have to talk. I want us to talk," Howie said.

"Where?" she asked.

"Dorothy has a house rented across from your dorm," he said.

"What is her number?" she said.

"717 337-6333"

The line went dead.

"She hung up on me."

"You deserved it. Now get out of here," she said.

Howie was in the hall when the phone rang.

He heard, "I am sorry. Men can be such dummies some time."

"Leave now and don't tell me you have something more important," Dorothy said.

"You can stay with me tonight. Tomorrow is the shower anyway," Dorothy said.

He walked back to his parents' house.

Dorothy showered and tried to get Howie out of her. Damn you Howie.

Dorothy heard Mike. "Mike, I am in here. Come here, I need you."

"I am with my parents," he said.

Dorothy said, "I don't need them. I need you, now."

Mike came into the bathroom. "Dorothy, my parents. "

Dorothy cut him off. "Take your clothes off and get in here with me or go back to your parents. It's your choice."

"Dorothy, don't be that way," he said as he got in the shower with her.

Dorothy kissed him. Then she took his head and moved it to her sex.

"Higher. Right there. That's it. Lick it,... suck it. That's it, don't stop." But she knew it was going to work. She was going to get there.

Dorothy lifted on his head and when he was up, she knelt. She took him in her mouth. A few licks of her tongue, a couple of squeezes of his balls, a finger on his prostate and he erupted in her mouth. She swallowed it and thought, Maybe I ought to just tell him. I will marry you, but you will have to agree to invite your little brother down regularly to take service me. Is this fair to Mike?

Dorothy stood, washed off and stepped out of the shower.

As they dried off, "I may need you later tonight. Brooke is coming."

I should hook them up. It might be good for both of them.

"Dorothy..." he said.

"If you want a wife who doesn't want sex, you better not marry me; because I am going to want it and expect you to be the very best. And it isn't going to be a secret, I am going to tell you," she said.

Mike nodded.

Dorothy dressed and went to his parents. "My sorority little sister will be coming tonight. I won't be able to go to supper with you. She has a problem she wants to talk about."

Dorothy went upstairs to Mike. "Howie and Brooke broke up. They are coming over tonight. I am going to patch things up."

"Can I do anything?" Mike asked.

"I may need you later," she said.

Brooke arrived about an hour later in a new red Chevy convertible.

"New wheels?" Dorothy asked.

"I think my dad thought it would attract the boys," Brooke said.

"Well, it should get you laid," she said. "I hate to say it, could we go out to a hamburger joint? I don't have any money."

Brooke said, "Don't worry, I have enough cash for both of us."

"And have you jumped in the rack with some boy just to show Howie?" she asked.

"No, but I thought about it."

"Unfortunately you will find that most aren't as good as Howie," Dorothy said.

"It that a problem?" Brooke asked.

"You are damn right it is a problem," Dorothy said.

"How big?" Brooke asked.

She said, "About a six. Damn Howie loves women too. I mean he likes to see them enjoy it. What are we going to do?"

Brooke said, "Find someone else."

"Sure. And he won't keep his dick in his pocket and there are plenty or women around who will let him keep it in them. Damn him," Dorothy said.

Brooke asked, "Do you love him?"

Dorothy said, "Of course I love him. Don't you?"

Brooke nodded. "But it isn't enough."

Dorothy said, "You want to try out Mike tonight?"

Brooke said, "What an awful thing to say. No, I don't want Mike."

Dorothy said, "I thought that is what got you in this mess."

"You talked to him," Brooke said.

Dorothy nodded.

"And you fucked him, didn't you? Didn't you? "

Dorothy nodded.

"Goddamn. And is Mike the consolation prize or is he supposed to get us even? I am going back home," Brooke said.

"Not all my ideas are good ones. Please forgive me," Dorothy said.

"I realize I don't look like you. Beautiful face, great hair, great body, and those killer blue eyes. You are an A. I think I am a good B, but nobody at this college stands up to you on looks. Guys give me a second look but they turn all the way around for you.

"I need to go somewhere and get a boy who doesn't fuck the A girl. Mom wants me to go to Penn. She wants me to find a nice bright one in Wharton and have him follow me around like Mike follows you."

Very quietly Dorothy said, "You won't like him as well. I heard you, but I think Howie picks you over me. And it has nothing to do with your damn money. That's what I found out this afternoon."

Brooke asked, "Do you want him or not? You are serious aren't you? You really think he would pick me if given a choice?"

Dorothy nodded.

Brooke looked up, took a couple of deep breaths. "Yes, I want him. Damn him. But I have had enough of his fucking around."

Dorothy called Howie. "She's here. Come over."

Howie nodded and before he even sat down, Brooke said, "I have had my fill of the both of you. Quit fucking around. Howie if you want her, take her. Take her. Get in your goddamn truck, get the kids and live with Dolph. I am a pretty nice person. I deserve better that the shit you have given me.

"I wish both of you well." Brooke walked out the back door.

"Brooke, please stay," Howie called.

Brooke pressed the accelerator hard and drove back to Philly.

Howie said, "That went well. I guess you told her that we fucked this afternoon."

Dorothy nodded.