Chapter 23

It was eleven o'clock Tuesday morning when Sara dialed Jerry's home number.

"This is Bev Suzuki.'

"My name is Sara Compton. Is this Jerry's wife?'

Bev responded with only a moment's hesitation. "Sara! Golly. You're Jerry's Tuesday girl. And it's Tuesday. Uh, do you want him to call you, or can I give him a message?' There was no trace of sarcasm, only helpful willingness in her voice.

"No, I want to talk to you. I have for quite a while. It's always seemed as though Jerry wasn't too wild about it, so I didn't. Now, I'm calling you anyway. How about lunch?'

"Lemme see.' Bev seemed to turn away from the phone for a moment, then went on. "Yeah. Let's. I've felt the same thing, like Jerry didn't really want us to talk. I don't think it's anything serious on his part, just seemed to want us separated. I don't mind that, but now you've gone and busted up his thing, let's get together and get acquainted.' Bev clearly was a fast mover, fast talker, and went right on without waiting for Sara to reply. "I work at home, so why don't you come over here, huh? Come about twelve or whenever you can get away. I'm real glad you called, you know? I'll make a big salad or something. Do you mind tofu? Are you still there?'

Sara chuckled. "Yes, I'm still here, and I'll be there as soon after twelve as I can make it. Thanks. Tofu's okay, but not too much of it, please. I'm a carnivore, you know. I like to eat meat.'

The double entendre did not escape Bev. "Oh, goody, so do I. I think we'll get along just fine. See you.' Bev hung up, and Sara did, too, shaking her head with a smile.

Not long after noon, Sara rang the bell of Bev and Jerry's apartment. The door opened and Sara stepped inside, tuning to see her hostess. Bev was indeed Asian; black hair, oriental features and all. She stood about five three. She wore sheer, multicolored tights that showed every hair on her lower body, especially the sparse hair on her mons. On top, she wore a cut-off top of the same material. It ended several inches above her waist. Her skin was creamy and flawless. Sara's reaction must have been visible.

"I'm Bev, ' she said. "Sixth-generation American, but not a lot of Caucasian blood. How do you like it? My body, I mean?' Sara took a good look. Bev Suzuki had one of the best bodies Sara had ever seen, and she was certain Bev knew it. She gestured for Bev to turn around, which the smaller woman did, slowly, showing off her lovely legs. Her butt was sharply defined and firm, with a pronounced division. The sheer tights showed the dimples at the top of her cleft. When she had turned all the way around, she looked at Sara with a question in her eyes.

"Very nice. But you know that. I especially like your ass — one of the best I've seen. How're your tits? I can't see them too well, ' Sara said with a grin, wondering how far this would go. Smiling broadly, Bev threw her top onto a chair, revealing small, firm breasts with pronounced nipples. They hardened in the cool air. Bev stood for a moment with her hands on her hips, looking back at Sara.

"And you're just what Jerry said. One hell of a big, good-looking broad.' Bev came close, helped Sara take off her suit jacket and placed her hands on Sara's waist. She slipped them up over Sara's blue cotton shirt to cup Sara's full breasts. "Wonderful. God, they're big. And hard. No wonder Jerry likes to fuck you. Why don't you take off some of those nice duds, and we'll have lunch?'