Chapter 45

The next morning Devlin smiled sleepily as she stretched. Krissi was curled up beside her, lying on her side looking like a porcelain doll in the early morning light. All right, a nude porcelain doll. The blanket had slipped down to her waist and her breasts look perfect and flawless. Devlin resisted the urge to suck the light pink nipples--they looked so inviting in the early morning light--and pulled the blanket up to Krissi's shoulders instead.

The clock next to the bed showed 7:50. She wondered if there was any fresh coffee. If it was a typical Sunday morning there were probably a few people up--she grinned at another possibility with the word 'up'--and somebody would have made coffee. She decided to find out.

Amnita was in the kitchen, still dressed, and sipping a cup. "Sleep better?" she asked.

"It seems strange to come to Emma's and not have sex," Devlin said as she poured herself a cup. "It's like it's against the rules or something."

"I know what you mean." Amnita refreshed her coffee. "Some days it's almost like a requirement."

"Are you implying that there are days you don't want to have sex? There are a lot of people who wouldn't believe that."

Amnita shrugged. "I don't care what they think. I'm a normal woman, well, most of the time, and there are days I don't feel like doing it." She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "This morning isn't one of those mornings, though. I feel the need to be an absolute slut this morning."

"Problems?"

"There was a new priest at Mass this morning. He made some stupid comment about how I was dressed, and hinted that I was showing a bit too much skin."

Devlin stepped back. Amnita was wearing a peach dress with short sleeves, a slight scoop to the neck that barely revealed the top of her collarbone, and a hemline that hit just above her knee.

"He calls this showing too much skin?"

"I think he tried to look down my front when I knelt this morning." She took a healthy gulp of her coffee. "He's probably more interested in boys, anyway."

"You are, too."

Amnita made a face. "True, but I like big boys, not little ones. And I am physically incapable of buggering them in the ass."

"Do you think he does that?"

"I'm going to find out. He said pointedly that he wanted to see me at Mass next week more properly dressed for a woman of the community. I only come to this church every other week. I'm going to ask my regular priest about this guy. I don't like being lectured to, especially by someone who doesn't know me."

"Or your past."

"I don't tell people about my past," Amnita said. "That's in the past, and it's none of their business." She finished her coffee. "Now where around here can I find someone to fuck?"

"I imagine just about anywhere," Devlin said. "I've heard noises from the basement."

"Downstairs it is," Amnita said. "Could you unzip me?"

Devlin did so, and settled back to finish her coffee as Amnita went down the hall. Did she feel like having sex this morning? Um, maybe, but maybe not. She closed her eyes, thinking how good it would feel to have a nice long piece of male meat sliding into her. She'd kiss his chest, savoring the power in his shoulders and back. She'd feel his butt, and how the muscles shifted as he drove himself into her.

She smiled. When she put it that way she definitely felt like getting laid. She just wasn't sure she was in the mood for it.

There was a couple in the basement, in the middle of the pillows next to the dance floor. He was on his back, and the woman was slowly riding up and down on his length. Devlin watched for a few seconds. The woman kept bending over to kiss him, so that ruled out sitting on his face. And there wasn't anyone else around. She gave up, took a shower, got dressed, and logged on to Tim's computer. There was a website she'd stumbled across at the library that she wanted to browse. It had information about every player in the minor leagues, the teams, the schedules and... well, everything, including analysis from the scouts.

A fascinating hour later she heard a noise from the living room. Curious, she decided to check it out. She needed a break, and this was a good opportunity.

When she got to the living room she stopped. Krissi was lying on a blanket in the middle of the floor, and Jesse was fucking her with slow, steady movements. Everything was visible: how Krissi's breasts shook at the end of each in-stroke; how Jesse's marvelous shoulders tensed as he flexed his hips to drive forward; the dark length of his cock gleaming from Krissi's wetness; and how his tanned skin looked so dark against the porcelain whiteness of hers.

"God, he's still fucking someone," a woman said from behind her.

Devlin turned. It was Piper, Jesse's wife. She was a short woman with a slender figure, and small breasts. Her blonde hair cut in a page boy style. She was dressed in sandals, jeans, and a light blue blouse with a strand of fake pearls visible around her neck.

"Oh, hi, Devlin. I'm surprised you're not with him."

"Just didn't really feel like it this morning."

"So he's finally going after Krissi?"

"Or she went after him."

Piper nodded. "That's possible. She's blonde, and except for you, he likes blonde women with small boobs."

"Yeah, I'm about as far from that as you can get," Devlin laughed.

"I know you're not married. I heard you have a boyfriend, though. Or do you?"

"I like to think I do." She told her a little about Evan.

"Well, good luck. I hope it works out. Who's Krissi's husband?"

"She's not married, but she's engaged."

"But Emma says this is okay?"

Devlin nodded. "She does. I know it's not normal, but..."

Piper sighed, and then shrugged. "Well, she would know." She edged into the doorway. "You know, Jesse was telling me about you. He was quite enthusiastic."

Devlin made room for Piper in the doorway. Together they watched Jesse and Krissi. "You are one lucky woman," Devlin said softly. "I've only met a couple of guys who can screw as well as he does."

"He is a marvel," Piper agreed. "He said you were so small he had trouble getting it in you."

"Really? I thought it was because he was so big. The head of that thing of his isn't exactly small." She smiled, remembering. "I wanted to be a ballet dancer when I was small, and I got in the habit of doing dance class every morning. And that really tightens up the muscles down there."

Piper glanced at Devlin's breasts. "You're not a dancer, are you? You know, exotic dancer, that sort of thing?"

Devlin shook her head. "No, I'd never even think of doing that. I'm basically a shy type. The only place where I feel comfortable with people looking at my body is at these parties."

"You'd do well with those things."

"I'd beat myself to death with these things," Devlin said. "Most people forget how heavy these things are. I wear out bras at an appalling rate, and my back sometimes just kills me."

Piper studied Devlin's breasts, her brow furrowed. "How big are you? If you don't mind me asking, that is."

"34DD," Devlin said. "I have a small back, and that doesn't help." She hefted one of her breasts. "These things are all me, I grew them myself."

"God," Piper said after a few seconds. "You poor girl, they must weigh a ton."

"I weighed them, once," Devlin said. "I don't remember how much they weighed, but I was surprised."

Piper looked at her husband. "You said Krissi has a fiancé?"

"Yeah, he couldn't be here tonight. He had a family thing this weekend."

"Damn. I was thinking: if Jesse's screwing Krissi, then it would only be right for me to screw her fiancé. We like to party as a couple, though I'll make an exception for you.

"Thanks. I kind of appreciate it."

Piper watched them for a bit more. "I'll see you in a bit. I'm going to go get a cup of coffee." She stepped past them and headed for the kitchen.

Devlin glanced at the time. "You guys are going to take forever," she said after seeing Krissi's face. "It's time I did something about that."

She bent down and began fondling Jesse's balls, then knelt and licked them. After several seconds he began to move faster. Krissi wailed as her climax took her. Devlin felt Jesse's balls clench, moving beyond her lips. She squeezed his firm ass before fondling him again. With a deep groan he came.

The two slowed until they slumped together in a pile of arms and legs. Piper showed up about then, a croissant in one hand and a coffee cup in the other.

"God, are they still at it?"

"They just finished," Devlin said. Jesse and Krissi lay there with their eyes closed, both breathing hard.

"I guess I'll be the one doing the driving," Piper laughed. "It won't be the first time." She bent down. "Krissi, honey, time to go home." Piper looked over at Devlin. "Can you give me a hand here, Devlin?"

Together the two women lifted Jesse back. His wet cock slid out of Krissi, to hang there, a thin strand of jism running from his tip to her entrance. "God, that's enough to get me excited again," a woman said from behind them. "We'd better go home before we start undressing."

Jesse got his legs partially under him and sat back against the couch. Devlin bent down and got her arm around Krissi's shoulder. She helped her friend to her feet and downstairs to the bathroom. Krissi still appeared to be lost in her own private world, so, reluctantly, Devlin undressed and pulled the girl into the shower with her.

The water revived the blonde somewhat, enough that her hands began wandering familiarly over Devlin's curves. From the feel, Devlin knew Krissi was still turned on. And, truth to tell, between having her girlfriend here in her hands, the heat, the soapy water, and the slickness of each other's skin, she was getting turned on, too. When Krissi leaned forward with a kiss, Devlin parted her legs. Leg fit between leg, breast fit between breast, hands, lips, bodies, they kissed and began moving against each other.

Devlin's own climax was short and sharp, not at all like with a guy. She could feel the emptiness inside her as her body clenched. Krissi's climax was longer and harder as she spent every last bit of her energy. But finally the two lay slumped together, arms around each other, breathing in unison.

Krissi pushed at her soaked hair. "Do we have to go?" she asked plaintively.

"I think we'd better," Devlin said. She gently squeezed Krissi's breast. "Come on. We need to finish getting cleaned up."

"Damned parents," Krissi said as she got to her feet. She rinsed out her hair, wringing it out as she stepped away from the spray. "All done?"

"Done here," Devlin said. She felt better than she had since waking up. This was exactly what she had needed. She found the towels and passed one back to Krissi.

Krissi wrapped the towel around her hair. "God, I just realized: my clean clothes are out in the car."

"No they aren't. Tim brought our luggage in." Devlin started dressing again. She needed her blow dryer and 15 minutes with a brush. "It's upstairs in the dressing room."

Krissi leaned over and gave Devlin a gentle kiss. "I'll see you in a bit," she said, smiling as she looked her in the eye.

Devlin ran her finger down Krissi's face. "In a bit," she agreed, kissing the blonde tenderly.

After drying and brushing her hair, Devlin returned to the kitchen. This time she actually ate something. She could feel a 'happy bubble' deep inside her. It was kind of ironic, she thought. She hadn't needed a man at all. Krissi was good for her in so many ways, including in bed. It was too bad Krissi's parents were showing up today. Otherwise they could get together at Krissi's apartment and make the whole day go away.

Krissi, dressed in a tee-shirt and white shorts, stuck her head in the door. "Ready whenever you are, kid."

Devlin got her things, gave Tim a quick hug, and dragged Krissi down the street to the car.

"What will the neighbors say?" Krissi asked as they passed the houses.

"Quite a lot, probably." Devlin pulled her keys out of her purse. "But right now I don't care.

Krissi settled in the right front seat, and then shifted slightly. "Ooh."

"Little tender down there, are we?"

"Jesse knows how to use that thing of his," Krissi replied. "I'm so stretched open right now you could probably put your entire hand in there."

"Well, there's no time for that," Devlin said. "It's after 10, and we've got to get you back to campus."

"Are we stopping to get anything to eat?"

"We could find a fast-food place and get something to go," Devlin said. "Why? Are you hungry?"

"The only thing I've had to eat today was Jesse," Krissi said. "I'm starving."

Devlin started the car and put it in gear. "There's an Arby's just south of town." She backtracked to get to May Road. When they got to the drive-up window, Krissi surprised her by ordering an extra sandwich.

"Careful, girl, you'll get fat," Devlin said as they headed back through town.

"Right now I'm hungry enough for two people. I know I should have eaten something, but by the time we took that shower I had no willpower."

"Well, settle in. It's at least an hour back to campus. I'm wide awake, but I don't know about you."

"I'll do," Krissi said. She bit into her sandwich with enthusiasm. "I just hope my folks don't want to drag me out to lunch when they get there."

"That's a chance you'll have to take," Devlin said. She pulled onto the on-ramp and accelerated to match traffic.

All in all, this had been an interesting weekend. She couldn't wait to share parts of it with Evan. She glanced at her watch. She couldn't call him now, he was probably prepping for a game, but later...

#

"So how are we supposed to work this?" Devlin asked that night when Danny called.

"First we establish a pattern," Danny replied. "And then we do variations on it."

"Establish a pattern?"

"There's that place where you have a cubicle. Get in the habit of going there in the late afternoon, preferably at about the same time."

"And then... ?"

"Then, after a week or two, we'll slip off together when whoever is tailing you thinks you're in a routine."

Devlin was silent for several seconds, thinking it over. "You're sure this'll work."

"It's one of the classic ways to get rid of a tail," he said. "It usually takes a week or so for the person tailing you to settle into a rhythm."

"How do you know they aren't tailing you?"

"I know. You're the one they're after, though I have no idea why."

"All right. I assume you have some clever trick up your sleeve."

"It's not a clever trick," he said, "but yes, I do."

"Are you sure you want to put off seeing me for this long?"

"When's your mother due back from her honeymoon?"

"We're not using her place!"

He chuckled. "No, we're not. We'll use our place instead, say on Saturday. You'll have to walk a block or two, and I'll pick you up. If you go the route I outline, we won't have a problem."

She sighed. "If you say so."

"Good. I'll call you in a day or two with the details."

She'd been to her mother's twice before, on Monday and Wednesday, so going up there on Saturday afternoon shouldn't seem abnormal. She parked in front of the apartment building, just as Danny suggested, carried in Chinese and the flowers she'd bought, turned on a few lights, and the TV. After 30 minutes she went downstairs to the laundry. In the back, hidden among a lot of other things, was a door to the adjoining apartment building. Most people didn't know this door existed. Devlin slipped through and walked down the hall and around a corner to another door, this one to the outside.

She looked both ways before easing out the back door of the apartment building. She stayed in the shadows of the alley, emerging a block later right next to Danny's car. It wasn't the first time she'd wondered where he'd learned to do this, and she knew it wasn't going to be the last.

"This reminds me of going to Emma's," she said when she sat up after a few blocks. "Remember how I used to hide until we got out of Toluca?"

He flashed her a grin. "It does, doesn't it? I saw a car parked down the street from your apartment building, so I know you were followed up here." He glanced at the traffic and made the turn to the freeway on-ramp.

"What do they want? That's been bugging me for a couple of months."

"I don't know, and I'm not going to find out. We'll let the courts figure that one out during the trial."

Devlin sighed. "Well, I guess for tonight we've escaped surveillance."

"That's a plus. Sue and the kids are going to a movie tonight. This is the last time we'll be able to use this dodge. After this we'll meet in Bloomington."

She rubbed the inside of his thigh. "That'll be good. I don't care for all of this sneaking around."

"We just have to get through the summer," he said. "I saw the Triple-A Season started this week. How did Evan do?"

"He got a no-decision. Six innings, two hits, one earned run, four strikeouts, and he didn't walk anyone."

"No decision?" Danny glanced at her. "What happened?"

"The relievers gave up four runs, two of them in the bottom of the ninth. Tacoma got a walk-off double to win the game."

"Ouch! That hurts."

"He pitches again on Sunday, this time at home in Sacramento."

"And you'll be listening in, of course."

"How? They don't broadcast Rivercat games in the Midwest."

"I'll have to show you, but that'll be later."

"Why can't you do it now?"

He refused to elaborate. Instead he murmured "you'll see", and smiled.

The best part about using Sue and Danny's, she decided a couple of hours later, was her absolute familiarity with everything. There was the top sheet on the bed that would be thrown in the wash, the springiness of the bed, the smells of the house--before she'd always smelled the ointment Sue had to put on her legs, that was missing now--and the spare set of towels Sue left out for her.

The ceiling... she didn't know how many times she had looked over Danny's shoulder, staring at the white blankness of the ceiling. She knew every bump and ridge there. She smiled; she had stared at that ceiling nearly every night for four years. She should know it perfectly.

Danny was his usual self, strong, hard, and with plenty of endurance. The first time she'd barely gotten her jeans pulled down before he took her from behind. She'd had to fumble with her clothes while his hardness turned her insides into molten mush. He'd lasted long past her climax, making the bed shake when he finally came. They'd rested for a few minutes, caressing each other and trading little kisses.