Robert Vickers - Beast girl

Nothing's the same tonight, she pondered.

When the man handed Laura the drink, she gave him her olive and he blew a kiss at her and left.

"May I please have another olive?" Laura asked the bartender. He ignored, or didn't hear, her request.

Suddenly a deep young voice insisted, "An olive for the beautiful lady, please." The boy then handed her a small cup with two olives in it.

"You're my friend," Laura thanked him gaily.

"I'd like to be much more than that," the boy replied, looking deeply into her eyes. His look sent electric shocks of lust down to her cunt and to her toes. She turned her eyes away, and when she looked back at him a few minutes later, he was still looking, and he gave her a sly smile.

The boy sauntered off self-consciously and joined a plump young girl with a very short skirt. The waiting girl was heavily pretty in a petulant sort of way. Her face was full, and her thick, pouting lips looked as if they were well-used for kissing and for complaining. Her eyes were stormy and her buxom tits were heaving. She had seen her lover flirting with Laura. He seemed to be an experienced lover, as he quickly soothed the girl's feelings. He sat next to the blonde, a hand possessively clutching her heavy thigh.

Laura tried to recapture her former light mood, but something had happened to her. She still felt that tonight anything was possible to her.

Look at the way people are treating me now, she thought. For years I've been yearning for a little attention, and now I'm swamped with it.

She remembered Lance and smiled. But in his place in her mind's eye, she now saw a sarcastic smile and a sexy leer. The boy had taken over her mind.

That's what happens to frustrated old maids, she thought, trying to laugh it off, but her desire couldn't be laughed away. It ached.

The guests were invited in to dinner, and after reclaiming a wrap that she had forgotten in the reception room in her excitement, Laura walked toward the dining room to join Betty and Jim.

An older man came up to her on her way and gave her a hearty kiss. "You're pretty," he said emphatically, and then he left quickly.

What an odd night. Why are all these things happening to me?

She quivered, remembering what the boy had said: "I'd like to be much more than that." A chill went up and down her spine and then it moved to her cunt. No one had ever said anything like that to her before.

Jesus! What's happening? I've got hot pants for a child! He can't be more than about eighteen, so I'm twice his age. I could be his mother.

The chicken and broccoli arrived. Laura ate a few bites, but it seemed to stick to her throat, no matter how much water she drank.

When the waiter was pouring the coffee a little later, Laura felt a hand on the back of her neck. She turned nervously and saw that it was the boy, who was on his way out of the room, following the sullen girl. Why had he petted her neck? Laura put her hand back there, feeling how her face and neck flamed with excitement.

She gave Jim her dessert and watched stealthily for the boy to re-enter the room. The couple returned, and Elaine smiled at Laura in a strange way. She smiled back at him, wanting him, her throat choking with shame.

What would Elaine think if she knew I was flirting with her young son?

Laura tried to make conversation with Betty as her eyes again searched the room for the boy.

A few minutes later the couple arrived back at their table and the blonde girl was sitting on the boy's lap. He had his hand possessively on her ass. Laura turned her eyes away.

"What's the name of Elaine's son… the one who just went by?" she asked Betty, not looking at her.

"That was Bert. He's been nothing but trouble for Elaine and Tim. He just flunked out of college for the third time, and he's living with that little floozy. His grandmother left him some money and it's almost used up, in one year. He's had about six automobile accidents, and Lord only knows what else he's done that they're keeping quiet. He's a bad apple. Elaine and Tim are heartbroken over him. They tried to get him to see a psychiatrist, but he refused to go. They argue all the time about how to handle him, and they can't seem to straighten him out."

Laura shivered.

What I'm doing isn't helping much, is it? Corrupting the morals of my friend's children. And he's neurotic or worse. How low can you sink?

She sneaked another look at the dark, handsome boy. His hand was now on the buxom girl's tit, and she was finally smiling in a sulky way. The people at their table were staring, but they didn't care.

The orchestra played a fanfare, and the leader announced that the bride was about to throw her bouquet and that all the single girls were to gather in the center of the room.

Betty looked at Laura, but she didn't say anything. She knew from the last few years of weddings that Laura wasn't going to try for it. Laura sat there, sick with jealousy, feeling left out and old again.

Why is she looking at me? It's not for old maids. It's for young girls who have a chance to be married. I'm not going up there to make a fool of myself.

Her cheeks flamed as she remembered how close she was to making a fool of herself in a more serious way.

Laura glanced at Bert, who was staring at her. His mouth was slightly open, and he seemed to be trying to signal her. She couldn't understand what he wanted. At that moment she felt old and rejected. What could he want with her?

A young girl caught the bride's bouquet, and the group returned to their seats. Laura noticed that the sulky blonde seemed even gloomier as she walked back to her table.

The fanfare sounded again, and the young men were to get up this time to catch the bride's garter.

I never saw this done before.

Her eyes followed Bert as he sauntered onto the floor with the other men. The bridegroom pulled the blue garter down off the bride's leg and tossed it into the group of men. Most of them reached for it, but Bert didn't. He just stood there smiling, and as it fell near his foot. he moved away. His older brother picked it up, and the young men returned to their seats. The blonde acted very peeved, and Laura wondered, Why is she so disappointed? He's obviously not the marrying type.

As the orchestra began to play again, Laura turned to talk to Betty and Jim. She felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Bert, asking her to dance.

She got up, thrilled and nervous. Laura was dying to have him hold her in his arms, but she was afraid she wouldn't dance well enough for him.

"I'm not a very good dancer," she apologized, moving toward him.

"Who cares?" he breathed in her ear. "I just want to feel your body next to mine."

Chills went up and down Laura's back. She felt weak from lust and happiness. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the blonde girl glaring at them, looking red-eyed and about to cry. Laura felt a moment's pride at taking the boy away from such a young girl.

What can he see in me?

She couldn't think – all she could do was feel. Bert was holding her very tightly, and she thrilled to his hand on her flesh. Then he kissed her ear, and Laura's knees almost buckled. She was limp from wanting him.

"I have to have you," he breathed in her ear, kissing it again. "Tomorrow?"

"Yes," she mumbled happily, not caring about anything. "Yes!"

"I'll call you. What's the number?"

She whispered the number, barely able to talk.

"Till tomorrow," he said, nibbling at her ear. The music had stopped. Bert brought her back to the table and squeezed her as he helped her with her chair. She felt dizzy and faint.

The boy returned to his date, and Laura noticed that there was a flurry of argument. Laura couldn't help herself. She had to see what was happening. Then he had the blonde on his lap, sulky, but soothed again.