Chapter 63: Two Baldwin Sisters and a Plan

Ned was not in favor of letting me drive the older Volvo to the hotel because I had never driven after dark before. But I was persistent, arguing that Cindy would keep me focused, which I knew immediately, was a mistake. One look at her and Ned knew she would not keep me focused. In fact, she would be a distraction. Cindy was wearing a skimpy little dress that moved with her as she walked. It was short and sleeveless, showing off her shapely legs and long lean arms. She was carrying a light sweater in case it got cold. Her neck was bare but her ears were adorned with small white pearls that matched the dress.

Penelope came to my rescue. "Let him drive, Ned. They don't want to spend their evening listening to those boring after dinner speeches," she said.

"I know how they want to spend their evening," Ned said, winking at me.

We followed the limo to the hotel, laughing at what Ned had said. "Penelope is a very understanding lady. I like her," Cindy commented, looking my way to see if I agreed.

Suzanne met us at the door to the suite and took charge of introducing us to the eastern sales people and the representatives from the home office. Well, she introduced Cindy. I followed along behind, waiting my turn. "This is Cindy, Sammy's girlfriend," Suzanne said repeatedly, gesturing to me as if I were an afterthought. Suzanne held Cindy's left hand tightly as she led her around the room. Cindy turned to me in desperation and handed me her purse to hold so she could shake someone's hand. I knew the people from the home office but the only visitor I recognized was Sally from Newark.

"You were wearing that same blue blazer the last time I saw you," Sally said. I stopped to chat with her, wanting to correct her about the blazer being the same one. "You were wearing a yellow jersey that your girlfriend gave you."

"You have a good memory. That was nearly two years ago. But that was three blue blazers ago," I informed her.

"I know that, silly. I remember the yellow jersey because you said your girlfriend gave it to you to wear a few times before she took it back to sleep in. You said she wanted to smell you." Sally leaned forward and whispered, "That's not the same girl, is she?"

I laughed and told her that Alice was now in her second year of law school and Cindy was a different girl.

"You have good taste in women," Sally said, smiling good-naturedly. I smiled back and moved on, still holding Cindy's purse.

Mr. Oldham announced that dinner was being served. Cindy and I were seated next to Ned and Penelope. All that I remember about the meal was catching all the males and most females looking at Cindy. The eye movement was always the same. It would go from Cindy to me and back to Cindy before dropping to the person's plate. I became so occupied trying to catch would-be voyeurs that I missed the conversation around me.

"Sammy, did you mean what you said about not staying for dessert?"

"Yes," I answered without thinking. I had forgotten to get permission to leave early from Mr. Oldham and this wasn't a good time to interrupt him. The dinner plates were being collected and last call for more wine was being announced. I caught Suzanne's attention. She came over and stuck her head down between us. I could smell alcohol on her breath.

"Do you think it would be all right if we leave now?" I asked, hoping that she would understand that I didn't want to offend Mr. Oldham. I was also hoping that she would give me credit for not lying about why we were leaving early. I refused to say that Cindy was feeling ill or use any number of other excuses that came to mind.

Suzanne glanced at Mr. Oldham before speaking. "Of course you can leave, honey," Suzanne said and I felt a wet kiss on my cheek. She picked up a spoon and hit my water glass twice to call the room to attention.

"Everyone, Sammy and Cindy have another engagement they need to attend. Please join me in wishing them well. Have a good time, kids." I felt another smack on my cheek and the room erupted as people we had just met lifted their glasses in unison.

We rode the elevator holding our sides to keep from bursting into laughter. I took Cindy's hand and we walked through the hotel lobby, still suppressing the urge to succumb to hysterics. We waited until we were at the passenger's side of the car to release our pent up excitement. We had done it, escaped from a place where adult behavior was the norm to a teen arena where we made the rules as to what was acceptable. I held the door open but Cindy was not ready to get in.

"You're in no condition to drive. I'll calm you down," she said, pulling me close and placing her cheek next to mine.

"This isn't going to help," I said, feeling her body pressed to mine. I ran my hands over her back and smelled her perfume. I knew I was five ten at the time and she was about three inches shorter than me in flat shoes. At one hundred and ten pounds, she was not a big girl but she was not thin either, except for her arms, which were long, lean and firm from tennis.

"You've got to relax and stop shaking. If we get into an accident, I'm responsible," she said, her breath tickling my ear.

"Suzanne is amazing! I didn't want to lie about why we wanted to leave early. She lied for us."

"Why did we want to leave early?" Cindy asked, sounding serious. I knew she was teasing me but I also knew that I had to go along with her.

"We're leaving early because you said you couldn't eat dessert because you're concerned that you'll gain weight," I said and felt her arms being removed from around my neck. The punch was to my mid section. It didn't hurt but it startled me.

"Give me a straight answer or we'll both go to bed alone and play with ourselves," she said, poking me a second time.

"Okay, okay," I said as I pulled her to me. She came willingly, wrapped her arms around my neck and thrust her tummy against my cock. "We're leaving early because you said you wanted to see my room."

"And?"

"And, you said you wanted me to remove your clothes."

"And?"

"And, you said you wanted to me to lick your pussy."

"And?"

"And, you said you wanted to feel my cock inside you."

"Was that so hard?" she asked as she got into the car.

"It's plenty hard," I said.

Cindy let me drive without pestering me or giving me instructions. The digital clock on the dashboard read eight ten. I didn't say anything about the time but I somehow knew she was thinking the same thing as me. What would be a reasonable time for her to arrive home without creating suspicion as to where she had been? We put the car inside the garage and went upstairs to my room.

I turned my desk lamp on and Cindy placed her sweater on the back of my chair. I reached for her but she scooted away. She picked up the picture, turned it around and looked at Becky's smiling face. I waited while she continued to look at the picture.

"Why did you have her facing the wall?" Cindy asked. She turned to me and I could tell it was not just idle curiosity. She wanted an answer.

I didn't know what to say. I was not sure why I had turned the picture to face the wall. I had told myself that it was done so I could go to sleep but if I gave Cindy that answer there was bound to be a follow-up question.

"She was watching me," I said, knowing it sounded ridiculous.

"What were you doing that you didn't want her to see?"

I watched closely for a sign that she was just teasing but it wasn't there. Why is she putting me through this? Doesn't she know she's wasting time? Why didn't I store that picture in a desk drawer? "Being unfaithful," I said.

Cindy looked sad and for a minute I thought she was going to cry. "I'm sorry Sammy. Maybe this isn't a good idea," she said and placed the picture on the desk, face up.

"What do you mean by that? It's not your fault. You know that I wrote to her about us. I don't even know if she cares."

Cindy had her head down; looking at Becky's smiling face. "Did you tell her about our arrangement?"

"Yes," I said.

"Did you tell her it's for a year and then it will end? Did you tell her that it means nothing?"

"Yes, I said again, thinking that was what she wanted to hear. I was wrong.

"Were you lying to her or did you mean it?"

Her question rocked me back on my heels. The answer I gave was not what she wanted to hear. She was giving me one last chance to amend it. My mind was racing. The words came to me but I hesitated to deliver them. They had to be the right words.

Since we had been back together Cindy had been the pursuer and I had been the one pursued. She knew that I was serious about Becky but she stuck her hand inside my swimming trunks and asked me to do the same for her. The next day she accused me of making a mark on her thigh and wanted me to kiss it to make it better. When I obliged her she told me to kiss higher until her panties were off and I was eating her pussy. We fucked twice that day and made the agreement whereby we would be together until she went away to college. After that the arrangement was to end. The next time we were together we hungrily shed our clothes and fucked three times without foreplay. Cindy had been the pursuer and I had been happy with the arrangement.

Nothing more had been said regarding Becky. But something had changed and I knew I had to become the pursuer. It was fifteen minutes past nine according to the small clock on my desk.

"Cindy, I wasn't lying and I didn't say that it means nothing. You mean everything to me. I told Becky that I had become involved with you. I told her that we trust each other and that we have sex together. I told her that we have an arrangement but it's not an arrangement any more. You know that, don't you?"

Cindy remained silent, mulling over what I had said. She licked her lower lip, swallowed and looked into my eyes. "Do you have a hanger for my dress? I don't want it to..."

I didn't hear the rest of the sentence. I was already in my closet, hanging up my blazer and grabbing a hanger. When I came back to her she turned her back to me. I unfastened the two clips and she raised her arms for me to pull the dress over her head. I felt the material as I put the dress on the hanger. The fabric was soft and felt like velvet but I knew it must be a cotton blend. When I returned from the closet she had removed her shoes and wore only panties and a bra, both about half the normal size, certainly not the kind of thing she would wear under her school uniform.

Her facial expression was solemn. Neither of us spoke as she undid my tie and removed it. From the way she handed it to me, I knew better than to drop it on my desk as I would have ordinarily done. I took the tie to my closet, hung it up and returned to her. She unbuttoned my shirt, handed it to me and I took it to the closet. Next, my belt came off and I dutifully took it to the closet and hung it on a hook. She was on her knees when she handed my pants to me and still on her knees when I came out of the closet after hanging them up.

She licked her lips and looked up at me. Her eyes were wide but in a dreamy state and I knew I was in for a treat. She lowered my shorts, looked at my cock and then up at me, smiling timidly. I smiled back but she didn't see me. Her eyes were on my cock as she took it in her hand and touched the head with the tip of her tongue. After a night of anticipation, hiding my hard-on and thinking bland thoughts to make it behave, I was ready to go off like a balloon filled with hot air. Cindy licked the head again, making me groan. She looked up, smiled and looked up for a second before assaulting her prey without mercy. She weighed my balls in one hand and engulfed the head of my cock, rolling her tongue around the rim, making me tremble in ecstasy. With one hand on my ass she opened her mouth and pulled me to her. I felt the roof of her mouth before she closed her lips and drew back. I became weak in the knees and thought I would pass out as my release came without warning.