Chapter 4B

There was something wonderful about being held and protected by a man, especially after being so intimate with him. She wished it could last forever, but she knew the world had a way of intruding. Better to go confront the world on your terms than to let it come to you. She stretched and slowly got to her feet.

"You coming inside?" she asked quietly. In the yard behind them people were talking.

"I suppose," Dave said. He sat up, looked at her for a moment, and then held up a hand for assistance. She helped him to his feet, and for a moment they stood there leaning on each other. He heard the voices, too, and he looked at her, inclining his head in their direction. She smiled and nodded.

There was a slight gap in the shrubbery and fence, and they peered through it. His hand went to cradle her bottom, and she returned the favor. Two naked people from one world confronted half a dozen dressed people from another.

"... so Maddux set them down in order," one man was saying. He was an overweight man wearing an aloha shirt stretched over a beer gut. He had a beer can in one hand, and what had to be a hot dog in the other. "How do you think the Cubs will do with that kid Woods?"

"I don't know," said another. "He's awfully young, you don't want him throwing out his arm or anything. But I don't think this year's going to be any different than last year."

"Like usual," somebody else said.

They all murmured in agreement. Then the second one looked back at the house. "Shit, did any of you guys catch that foxy little number Joe just hired at the Truck Stop? She's got gazangas that won't quit. And that ass of hers... I'd love to take her for a ride."

"You and me both," said the first one. "She could keep you going all night."

Dave looked at her, a twinkle in his eye. His hand slid up her side and caressed her breasts. Devlin slid her hand down to play with his cock. The idea that they were doing what these guys were only dreaming about was exciting.

"What's going on next door?" one of the men asked. "Are they having some kind of party?"

"They have one every week," another man said. "My wife used to think they're doing all sorts of dirty things there, you know, like one of them wife-swapping clubs. So I let them know we'd sure like an invitation. Could you imagine it if that were true? Man you could fuck yourself to death. But that ain't the case. Tim asked us over there a couple of weeks ago. Boy was my wife disappointed. They had food, he does a dynamite barbecue, they had some dancing, and everybody sat around with their clothes on gossiping and playing cards."

"Sort of like tonight," someone else said.

"Yeah. I hear they invite friends up from Peoria once or twice a month. They like to party, but as Tim put it they can't afford to go out that much, so they just bring the party to them."

Dave tapped Devlin on the shoulder and motioned backwards with his head. "We should be going back," he whispered in her ear. "Leave them to their fantasies."

She nodded. Arms around each other's waists, they slowly picked their way across the darkened yard. Devlin looked up at the night sky. It was such a perfect night out she didn't want to go back inside.

"Do you really want to go back inside right away?" she asked.

He caught her hint immediately. "You have something in mind?"

She could see a picnic table in the dim light of the backyard. "Well, believe it or not, I thought we could just sit and relax." She pointed at the picnic table.

He chuckled. "Works for me." He settled down with his arm around her waist.

She leaned against him. It was too warm for her to be cold, she just felt secure with his arms around her. She buried her face in his shoulder. He smelled of sweat and grass. She kissed his shoulder and snuggled against him, relaxing.

"You know, there are times I envy you women," he said quietly.

"Oh? Why?"

"You're the second gal I've had sex with tonight," he said. "Before we go home in a couple of hours I'll probably be with one more women. I bet you've been with more than two guys so far tonight."

"I've been with more than two," she agreed.

"I just think it's unfair," he said. "A woman can keep going as long as her energy holds out. And for some women that can take quite a while. My wife will probably have sex with five or six guys before she's through tonight. Some nights she's had sex with more than that."

"And you wish you could have sex with the same number of women as she does men."

"Something like that." He shifted his hand so he was cradling her breast.

Devlin glanced down at his cock. She was still intrigued by his lack of hair down there. She reached down and fondled his balls, then rubbed around his cock, fascinated by the smooth skin.

"You keep that up and we might have to do something about it," he growled into her hair.

"That could be fun," she said. She went back to his balls. As near as she could tell he'd even shaved them. She thought she could see the point for a gal to shave herself. She'd had to do some trimming down there when she'd bought a new bathing suit last year. She smiled at the memory. She'd been real nervous using her razor so close to her sex. She was afraid she'd nick herself or something.

"Weren't you afraid you'd cut yourself when you shaved?" she asked.

"A little," he said. "But you get over it. My wife helped me the first time, but after that I knew I could do it without knicking myself."

She nodded. She played with him a bit more, then slid down to take a closer look at his cock. She ran her tongue all over down there. He was smooth, just as she'd felt before. His half-hard cock was covered with her juices. She washed him clean, then resumed her exploration. She could feel him stiffen slightly under her ministrations.

"You have something in mind?" he asked after a bit.

She flowed up into his arms, kissing him, pressing her body up against him. She guided his hand to her sex, leaving no doubt what she had in mind.

"I see," he said. He kissed her back, his hands moving lightly up and down her back.

Breaking the kiss, she looked around. One patch of grass looked as good as another, but she returned to the hedge. There were people just a few feet away from them. This was as good as being in public.

Dave knelt between her legs. Gently he kissed her thighs, her sex, her tummy. He played and kissed her breasts, and finally kissed her on the mouth once again. Devlin could feel his semi-hard cock nudging her sex. She reached down and stroked it a few times, then guided him into her.

He wasn't hard enough to get all the way in her. But he thrust with what he had, and she could feel him growing thicker and longer. He'd thrust, and it was like his cock got hung up at her entrance, and then it would suddenly stab a little ways into her. And when he pulled back it was soft enough it didn't quite pull out. But every couple of thrusts he got a little farther in, every couple of thrusts he was a little harder and stretched her open a little more. And soon, soon he had all of it in her. His balls were rubbing against her bottom, giving her a new sensation, and as he moved she could feel them gradually drawing up against him. Soon she could only feel them when he reached all the way in her with his thrusts. She bucked up against him, then, twisting and pushing at him. He swiveled his hips with each thrust, driving deep, touching in turn all the hot spots inside her. She bit her lip to keep from making any sounds as each thrust drove home; he kissed her to cover his own noise. He kissed her again and again, his kisses like fiery rain falling on her breasts, her neck and her mouth.

"Did you hear something?" a voice asked from next door.

"Nah, those are some kids down the street."

"Thought I heard somebody moaning or something."

Devlin glanced through the hole in the hedge-she could see somebody's legs just a few feet away. They were so close she could almost touch them. The legs moved away, talking with one of the other people.

Develin came once, a quick hot flash that left her aching for more. Dave began to grunt a little harder with each thrust. She kissed him to keep the neighbors from hearing him, kissed and dueled with his tongue. He redoubled his thrusts, and she could feel the little nudge deep within her as he brushed her cervix. She gazed up into his eyes, seeing them glaze with pleasure as he rode her. She was totally open to him. She came a second time, a hot wave that left her gasping for breath. It spurred him on, and she could feel the arch of his back as he drove everything into her. He's going to cum, she thought. I'm making him cum.

"Cum for me," she encouraged him in a whisper. "Cum."

She felt his legs tense, lifting off the ground. She wrapped her own legs around his thighs, pulling him in, squeezing with her tummy muscles, catching the same wave he was riding. He filled her... he filled her to bursting, and she accepted it joyfully as, together, they went over the top.

It was a wave that tumbled and swallowed them. She clung to him, pinned inside and held outside, his arms tight around her as she gave him everything she had, and he returned it, his body shaking. Everything gave way before their mutual need, and they rode out onto the sea of pleasure together.

They drifted back to earth slowly. She murmured words in his ear as she brushed the sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. He was lying without moving, lying like he was stunned. When he nestled his face next to hers she smiled, content to hold and be held. She had taken him, received him, received his need deep within her. The taking, the accepting made her feel so female. She relaxed in the contentment that brought.

Eventually they both moved. He propped himself up on one elbow and kissed her. "God, that was... that was..." He paused. "I could feel my asshole clenching as I came. That's never happened to me before."

She touched his nose with her finger, smiling. Even soft he was still filling her. She wondered, idly, if he could get it up again. He probably could, but she somehow knew it would not be tonight, at least not for her. "It was incredible," she whispered.

He sighed. Slowly he pulled himself away from her. His cock, soft now, seemed to stretch, the head staying in her till the last moment. "I don't think your pussy wants me to go."

"It doesn't."

He smiled and bent down to kiss her again. "Unfortunately we can't stay here all night."

"I know." She sighed and tried to stand. Her legs felt wobbly and didn't want to work properly. But a second try got her to her feet. "We should go get cleaned up."

"I know." He seemed like he was going to say more, then he shook his head. "C'mon, let's go back inside. I'm not sure I want to try that garden hose again."

Hand in hand they started up the steps. From the yard behind them they could still hear the murmur of voices. Dave paused, looking back at the neighbor's yard. "I wonder what they would do if they found out what's really going on over here?"

"I have no idea," Devlin said. "I don't think they'd know what to do, either."

"Do you think they could handle something like this?"

She could feel his cum slipping down her leg. And no wonder, he'd given her a double dose. She gave his balls a friendly squeeze. And these had made his cum. Poor overworked little things. She wanted to lick and suck them as a thank you. Of course that would make him hard again, and that was no bad thing, either. Remembering he'd just said something, she had to stop and play it back in her mind. Oh, yeah, the neighbors. All talk, no action. "They'd probably be finished in an hour," she said. "All talk, no staying power."

"Yeah, I know too many guys like them."

Devlin thought of the jocks at school. "Yeah, me too." She'd never been with any of them, she didn't want to be with any of the boys from school. Jeff had been an exception, the only exception. But from what she'd heard the other girls say, the guys were fast and quick. Quick to get up, quick to get off. The girls they did it with didn't really know any different. Most of them thought that was the way it was with sex.

As they were walking down the hall Danny came around the corner. He was already dressed and ready to go. "Oh, there you are," he said. "It's getting late, and we've got to get the babysitter home." That was their code phrase for making sure she got home before her mother. After all, the story was she was 'babysitting' Danny and Sue's two kids.

Danny looked them both over. "What have you two been doing? You're a mess."

"We were outside," Devlin said.

Danny nodded. "Well go get dressed," he said. "I'll see you at the front door."

"Isn't it a little early?" Dave asked after Danny had passed them.

Devlin looked at the clock in the hall. 9:45. "Well, it is and it isn't. But he's right about one thing, we need to clean up." She headed downstairs towards the bathroom. The line was mercifully short right now. "We really do have to get the babysitter home. Her mother gets all irate if she's out too late."

Once in the bathroom she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her hair had grass and leaves in it, there was mud on her knees and elbows, there were grass stains on her breasts and tummy and the familiar white trails all down her legs. Danny was right, she was a mess.

She gave Dave a final kiss. "It was great, but I really have to clean up. So we can't really fool around much."

"I understand," he said. "Let's try to get together at the next party. I'd like a chance to really pleasure you."

"And you think you didn't?" she asked. She laughed. "Come on, I'll scrub your back."

They quickly washed and scrubbed each other. And after one last kiss, they parted. Danny was ready to go home, but she didn't feel like it. She figured they had at least an hour before they had to leave, maybe more. On Friday nights her mother visited a local bar for a couple of beers after work, and so she often didn't get home till 1 or 1:30. Danny had probably gotten upset over something, and that was why he'd gotten dressed. In a few minutes he'd cool off, his cock would get hard, and he'd go find someone to put it in.

Danny was in the living room. He was naked again, and a petite black lady was sucking on his cock as if her life depended on it. Danny just lay there, his eyes closed, a smile on his face. Apparently whatever had upset him was past now.

"Just as well," Devlin said to herself. She looked around at the rest of the room, smiling. Here she was, stark naked, standing in a room full of naked people. She didn't think anything of it, and she knew nobody else here did, either. And just 12 hours before she was standing, fully dressed, in a hallway at school, listening to two girls cut a third who revealed just a little too much leg. She wondered how shocked her friends would be to see, oh, Danny getting a blow-job, or Emma, lying on the couch, sucking one man and screwing another. Or another woman she knew, Celeste, watching the whole thing, pleasuring herself with one hand while the other rubbed constantly back and forth over her breasts.

"Thank God for birth control," she muttered. Celeste had been a swinger for nearly 20 years, and she told stories of when she'd just started back in 1975. And there had been people in that first group who had been swinging for 20 or more years, and they'd done it before they were on the pill! Imagine the risks. They must have gone through a ton of rubbers. But now, now you could screw to your hearts content. Emma and Tim had everyone checked out for disease, and without that worry you had nothing to do but screw and suck to your heart's delight.

Devlin headed towards the hot tub. Right now a soak in the tub would be great. And with any luck it wouldn't be crowded. She paused to look in at the video room. Here the floor was padded, pillows lay everywhere, and a giant television screen showed X-rated movies all night long. Couples in the room often mimicked the action they saw on the screen. Apparently they were doing that now, four couples were screwing doggie style, and all of them had their eyes on the screen. Laughing, she averted her eyes. She was old enough to screw anyone she wanted, but she was too young to watch others doing it in a movie or on TV. It was a funny world.

There were four women in the hot tub. "Hi guys," Devlin called as she sat down on the edge.

"Hey, Devlin," a woman said as she scooted over. "Come relax for a bit."

The water was shockingly hot. When she hit the water she sort of wiggled a moment. Her bottom was sore, maybe she had rug burn. It wouldn't be the first time that had happened. She eased down until the water reached her chin. Then she closed her eyes and just lay back.

"Been having fun?" someone asked.

Devlin opened her eyes. "Oh, some," she said. "How about you?"

"Enough we'll be back," the woman said. "This is our first time."

"Any problems?" Devlin asked. "I know the first time can be a bit overwhelming."

"I'll say," the woman laughed. "My husband was getting hard just getting here tonight."

"Most guys do," someone else said. "And the first few times they screw themselves out by 7:30."

"Mine is sleeping on the sofa downstairs," the first woman said. "When I'm good and ready I'll go wake him."

Devlin closed her eyes again as the talk bounced back and forth. The water was swirling enough it was like a bazillion little fingers were brushing all over her. It was energizing and soothing at the same time, like a good massage.

"Been coming here long?" someone asked.

Devlin blinked her eyes open in surprise. "What?"

"I asked if you've been coming to these parties much," the first woman said.

"Three years," Devlin said.

"Any kids?"

"No," she said, "no we don't have any kids." The woman started to say something else, but Devlin pushed herself out of the hot tub. "I'd love to talk, but I think I'll see if I can into some mischief instead."

The woman sniffed something in reply, but Devlin ignored it. She came to these parties for the sex, not for the talk. She liked the people who came to these parties, but some nights, like tonight, she was more interested in the action. She dried herself quickly. Most of her hair was wet, but there were hair dryers next to the hot tub. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror. She'd have to brush her hair out before going home, but otherwise-looking good. She nodded and headed upstairs, looking for a guy.