Chapter 5

Mrs. Beck seemed obsessed by only one thing--getting laid.

Gerta saw it in her mother's pretty blue eyes when she came back from Aunt

Clara's, later that afternoon--they were shining, vibrant, lusty. She hadn't ever seen her mother so happy. Her pretty face beamed, her cheeks were rosy.

And all she talked about was Johnny. She wanted to know if he had sucked her daughter's pussy, if he had fucked her once or twice last night.

She followed her daughter into the bathroom and watched her daughter shower, asking if he had Gerta go down on his cock.

When it was time for the boys to arrive, her mood swung. Her hands trembled and a dozen times, she asked Gerta how she looked in the dress she had decided to wear, then at the last minute she changed into a thin, satiny, red short skirt with a low-cut blouse to match.

"Mommie!" Gerta laughed when the woman walked into the living room and showed off her new outfit. "That's the third change you made tonight!"

"I know," her mother sighed. "I feel like a schoolgirl on her first date.

Do you think the boys will really show up?"

Gerta looked amused. "Don't you think they want a fuckin' piece of ass as much as we do?"

Her mother sighed. "God, I don't know, baby. I want a prick in me so much I can almost taste it!"

As if in answer to the woman's prayers, a car pulled up in front of the house.

"They're here," Gerta said softly, racing over to the window.

"Oh my god, Gerta, I think I'm going to faint!" she moaned. "You let them in."

But now Gerta began to catch her mother's nervousness. Her heart began to race. She felt a warm trickle flow from her cunt, dripping slowly down her thighs. Peeking through the curtains, she saw Frankie Barker get out.

Good Lord, he was handsome! Much more so than Johnny. Black, wavy curls flowed around his ears in ripples that fluttered in the cool summer breeze.

It felt strange, but exciting, knowing that this hunk of flesh and muscle came to fuck her. She wore no panties and when she crossed her legs to keep her slut-juices from dripping on the rug, the pussy-dew made the insides of her legs sticky.

They walked toward the door.

Frankie was nicely dressed in red slacks and a white sport shit. Her mouth watered when she saw his massive shoulders. They were wide, and she guessed that he was well over six feet tall.

"Mommie!" Gerta gasped as she felt her mother slide an arm around her slim waist, joining her at the window. "He's a real dream!"

Mrs. Beck gulped. "Which one are you talking about?"

Gerta giggled, and her heart skipped a beat when the doorbell rang.

At the door, Johnny introduced Frankie and they both shot each other a shy smile. When Gerta turned, however, she saw that her mother was sitting in a chair on the far side of the room and was nonchalantly leafing through a book.

But her hands were still shaking.

Gerta made the introductions, and the boys sat, Johnny taking a chair next to her mother, Frankie on the sofa.

Gerta slid next to Frankie, her eyes drinking in his athletic build, his eyes. He hadn't taken his eyes off her since he entered the house, and her heart was pounding.

The four sat around smiling at each other, but Gerta swore they all could see the naked lust written across her face. It felt hot, red.

And yet it was funny. They all were waiting for one purpose and no one knew how to get the ball rolling. Each wanted to get laid, to fuck, suck, and to get satisfied.

Finally, her mother came to the rescue.

"Johnny," Mrs. Beck winked. "I've some wine coolers in the fridge. Come help me bring them in."

As soon as they were alone, Gerta moved closer to Frankie.

He gave her a shy grin, but he extended his arm over the backrest, and

Gerta moved into it.

As if he didn't know what he was doing, his hand dropped over Gerta's shoulder. She snuggled into the crook of his arm and felt the tension in his body. She knew that it was up to her to make the first move.

She turned her head and leaned back on his arm. "Would you like to kiss me?"

"I sure would! Johnny never told me how beautiful you are."

Their lips met.

"Don't be so shy, I'm not made of glass," Gerta said, sliding an arm around his neck and crushing her tits to his solid chest.

His arm closed tighter around her neck and his free hand dropped to her lap. He kissed her again, this time with a passion that made her blood start to boil. She extended the tip of her tongue and moved it across his lips.

His mouth opened. She found his tongue hot, moist. She swirled it around the tip of his tongue. The kiss made her pussy twinge. But he was so fuckin' slow!

She felt his hand move down her lap and his fingers rubbed against her crotch.

She pushed away from him and smiled.

"Johnny tells me that you've never laid a girl before," she whispered.

Maybe if she got him to talk dirty, he'd make a move. She wanted him to be the aggressive one, but her swollen cunt was getting itchier by the minute.

But instead, his face reddened. He shook his head.

"I'll bet you've got everything in your pants to do the job right," she said, peering deep into his brown eyes with what she hoped was a sexy look, a come-on.

It seemed that he was struggling to find the right words,

"Don't you like to talk about it?" she giggled. "I'll bet you're not so friggin' tongue-tied with the boys in the locker room."

That did it. He grabbed her by the neck and planted a mushy smack on her hot lips.

Excitement grew in her loins as she felt him work his hand between her legs. His touching was like an electric switch. It turned her on.

Almost automatically, her knees parted. Her cunt-flaps opened like the petals of a tulip when he twiddled his thumb with a gentle back and forth motion up and down her gash.

Little by little, Frankie's thumb inched its way toward her dripping wet pussy. Her clit began to erect.

"Now that's more like it."

Her hand traveled down his flat stomach, toward his crotch. She laid her hand gently between his legs and felt how his hardness had stretched his tight slacks taut. She rubbed her fingers across the log of his cock-meat.