Paul Giddings stood in the middle of the kitchen. The two strong tequila sunrises he had just drunk were taking effect. Quite a noticeable effect, in fact. It was all the stronger since the evening was getting along and he had not eaten yet.
He contemplated the stove and considered making himself something fast and simple. He knew he should eat, but the alcohol had taken the hard edge off his hunger. Somehow, fixing a meal seemed like such a bother at the moment. Well, it could wait until later. Instead, he decided on a third sunrise.
A bit unsteadily, he made his way to the big armchair in front of the living room window. He sat down, taking care not to let any of the drink slosh over the edge of the glass and onto his hand.
He resumed his train of thought. He couldn't quite figure Bobbi out. In all the time she had lived there, she had not once brought home a boyfriend to stay overnight. As far as he knew, anyway. At first he had thought that maybe she only went for girls, but as time passed he had not noticed her bring any girls, either. No, she definitely wasn't a lesbian. But she was quite a change from Ruth, the tenant who had preceded her in the apartment. She hadn't been quite as young as Bobbi, but unlike Bobbi she had seemed to be in perpetual heat, and a steady stream of visitors had passed through the house.
Naturally, he was finally included in her fun. Until she moved out to go back East somewhere for a better job, he had had all the sex he needed. And that was saying plenty.
He smiled at the memory and took a big sip of his drink. Some of that sex, he remembered, had been pretty kinky, too. Ruth had by no means been inexperienced, but there were a lot of tricks an experienced man in his forties could show a young thing of twenty-five. A lot. She had called him perverted more than once, but she always ended up enjoying whatever they did to and for each other. He actually enjoyed her resistance to some of his suggestions – it added spice to the sex.
Paul heard a car pull up in front. He looked up, taking another long pull from his drink. That would be Ron. Yes. He waved to Paul as he came up the short walk to the entrance. Paul waved back.
Lucky bastard, he thought to himself as he heard Ron clump up the stairs. He'll get some tonight. But then again, maybe not. Maybe Bobbi just doesn't know what the score is.
He made his way to the door that looked out on the hall and opened it. The couple was just at the top of the stairs and beginning to come down. Bobbi was wearing a clinging one-piece cotton dress that stopped about six inches above her knees. From where he was he could look right up the dress to the dark place between her thighs. The tight dress stuck to every delicious curve of her body.
Hmmm, he thought, she's wearing underpants tonight. What a shame. But she damn well should if she's doing to dress like that. Jesus Christ!
"Oh, Bobbi, do you have a minute? I need to talk to you about something."
"Well, we were just on our way to eat, and we're a little late as it is. Can't it wait until later?"
"No, not really," Paul said. The liquor was making his mouth rubbery, and he had to concentrate on what he was saying to get the words to come out right. He felt excitement rising in him.
"OK, I guess. But we're really in a hurry. Come on, Ron."
"I'd really rather talk to you alone, if you don't mind. Privately. In here." He held the door open for her as she and Ron came down.
Her brow was furrowed in concern. "Is something wrong? I hope I haven't done anything to… well, you know. I try to keep the place clean and so an."
Paul smiled. "Oh, no. Nothing like that. But I do need to talk to you for a second."
Ron touched her shoulder reassuringly. "Look, I understand. I'll wait for you in the car." He walked out and Bobbi came in.
Paul's mind was racing. Why had he done this? Why had he gotten himself into this bind? His prick throbbed in his pants and he knew the answer. But what did he think he was going to do? Her boyfriend was waiting for her, not far away, and she was in a hurry. Well, he'd make it clear he expected her to come with him on his little trip tomorrow.
Bobbi eased the door shut. "What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Mr. Giddings?"
"Well, I, uh, you know earlier today when you paid me the rent for next month?"
Bobbi nodded.
"I forgot to give you your receipt. Here."
He picked up the receipt book from the little desk, tore out the slip of paper and handed it to her. She took it and held it limply. She looked surprised and annoyed.
"Thanks. But is that all? I mean, is this what was so important and couldn't wait?"
"No, it isn't." He turned to face her. "I wanted to tell you that I'll have everything ready for our trip together tomorrow. Why don't you come down around, oh, say eight-thirty or so. That way we can get an early start. OK? And you know, maybe we can just forget the rent next month."
Bobbi couldn't believe her ears. Was this joker for real? Hadn't she made it clear that she didn't want to go? So politeness didn't work. She'd have to get nasty.
"Look, Mr. Giddings, I don't know what you're trying to pull, but I already told you. I'm busy tomorrow. I don't want to go with you tomorrow or any other day. I have to leave pow."
As her hand went to the doorknob, Paul realized he had done something wrong. It hadn't worked. He took a step forward and the smell of her perfume hit his nostrils. He took a step toward her. His hand went to her shoulder.
"Look, Bobbi, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that the way it sounded." God, she was beautiful! Her full, sensuous lips were clamped together in mild anger. Her dark eyelashes battled over her brown eyes, which were moving over his face searchingly. Her skin felt, so good under his hand.
All semblance of control left Paul. The arm which had rested lightly on Bobbi's shoulder a few seconds before went around behind her. With it he supported the back of her head. His mouth covered hers, cutting short the cry of surprise which Bobbi was beginning to make. He pinned her body between himself and the door, being careful not to press too hard. He didn't want to hurt her.
All this happened in a second. His left hand now zoomed to her right breast. It was considerably more than a handful. His tongue delighted in the honey-like taste of her mouth as he pushed it deeper into the warm chamber. What incredible titties she had!
He tried to force his leg between her thighs, but they were clamped tight. At the same time, her hands came up between them, and she began to shove. He was a little off balance, the majority of his weight resting on his left leg. There was surprising strength in her small arms, much more than he would have expected. A sudden push caught him off guard, and he stumbled backward.
"You dumb shit!" she screamed. She stood there flushed and trembling with anger, the door open now.
"Bobbi, listen, I…"
"Listen, nothing!" Her voice was lower now. "I could get you but good for sexual assault! I could sue your ass! I might even be able to put you away for a while, you know that?" She stopped to pull down her dress and shake her hair back into place. Paul said nothing.
"That's just what I'm going to do if you try anything like that again. I don't need you or your heavy macho trip. And I don't need your Goddamn apartment. I'm giving you notice right now, understand? I want my money back, and I'm keeping this receipt to make sure I get it. So just lay off!"
She slammed the door behind her as she left. Paul breathed a deep sigh and lighted a cigarette, watching the smoke curl up. He walked back to the front of the big living room and watched as Robin and Ron drove away.
What would she tell him about what had just happened? Paul considered carefully, trying to guess what was going on in her mind. He suspected she would say nothing directly to Ron about it. She would gloss over the details and give him some story, then say she had to move for some other reason. He felt sure of it.
He felt sure of something else, too. He was positive that Bobbi was pretty messed-up emotionally. He should have felt depressed and defeated at the moment; after all, he had just made a fumbling attempt to seduce a girl twenty years younger than himself. And it was true that she could get him in trouble if she wanted to. He also hadn't chosen a very good time or place for the first move in his campaign to bed down that infinitely attractive young girl. And she said she was leaving. That meant he'd have to find somebody else to take the upstairs room. But he didn't feel bad at all. In fact, he felt slightly elated.
Yes, she was pretty mixed-up all right. She had an air of self-assurance about her that would fool a lot of people, and an unmistakable sexual magnetism that was bound to attract men. But Paul suspected that underneath that carefully constructed exterior she was very uncertain of herself, and pretty insecure. Like a lot of people her age.
Paul wondered idly if Vicki already had something going tonight. He picked up the telephone and dialed her. She was in. She'd be positively delighted to spend an evening with him. Oh, and would he mind if she brought a girlfriend, a different one, who was visiting her for a few weeks? No, of course not. Good. They would be over in about forty-five minutes, Vicki had said, which just left him time to heat up something.
No, Bobbi was not the self-assured ball of fire she liked people to think she was. And neither was Paul the sort of pawing, crude, stud jock she thought he was. He knew that she was one confused girl.
He knew this because, just before her hands had come up to push him away, one hand had grasped him heatedly and pressed his midsection to hers. And her mouth had stayed open, yielding to him passionately, her fiery tongue meeting his willingly. And there was no mistaking that.
Ron pulled away from the curb smoothly, easing into second gear. He glanced over at Bobbi, who was combing her thick dark hair with fast, jerky motions. She looked agitated.
"What was all that about?" he asked.
"Oh, he says he's going to have to raise the rent," she lied. "And I thought there was some sort of understanding that it wouldn't happen as long as I lived there. He also invited me on a trip tomorrow, and I told him I didn't want to go. I can't help but think there's some connection between the two." It was a lie, she thought, but just a little one.
"It's, too bad you're going to have to leave," Ron said. "But I feel a little sorry for the poor guy."
"You feel sorry for him?" Bobbi's voice was indignant. "Why? What about me?"
"Oh, you can take care of yourself just fine. But he has to be around you all the time. And the sight of you has probably been driving him crazy all this time." He glanced over at the nubile body in the seat next to him. "I know it has me, and he probably sees more of you than I do."
He was more right than he knew, Bobbi thought. His admiring words helped erase the anger she felt and brought a strange tingle. It could have been worse. At least Ron wasn't like that. He was just as horny, true, and didn't take any pains to hide the fact. But at least if she let him know for sure that she was serious about him not touching her past a certain point, he paid attention. Maybe grudgingly sometimes, but he did pay attention.
The problem was what she was going to do about Mr. Giddings. She could be all packed and ready to move in a matter of a couple days. If she could find another place, that is. And that wasn't going to be easy with school just about to start. But she had an idea.
"Ron, I really don't want to go back to my apartment tonight. I'm afraid he might… you know, try something. So would it be OK if I stayed at your place, just for tonight?"
He was surprised. He had been suggesting just that for months, but with no success. And here she was, finally taking him up on it.
"How do you know I won't try something?" he said mischievously.
"I don't. But you'd better watch out. I have sharp elbows and knees." She lifted one leg for his examination. "See?"
Her mood had taken a change for the better, and he was glad to see it. He put his hand on her leg. Her skin was cool to his touch, incredibly soft and alluring. His cock responded.
"Hmmmm, you're right. But I still wouldn't turn down the chance to tangle with one of these."
Bobbi only laughed and snuggled a little closer to him, putting her arm around his shoulder. She was glad the restaurant was only a few blocks further ahead. She was ravenous. It had been a long, exciting day.