Sid Farmer - Hot and horny weekend

"That's not so," Laura said, finding that she was defending herself. She wanted to get to the point and make things clear to George. Confession was supposed to be good for the soul, and she wanted to tell him that she had used him. He was too kind, too intelligent not to understand.

"Those magazines have good advice, George. Maybe if more women read them, and maybe men, too, you and I wouldn't have the marriage problems we do," she said, handing him a cup of hot black coffee.

"Thank you. Here, have some of this," he said, pulling the leather covered liquor flask from his pocket. "I saved some for us."

"No, George, I can't…" she protested as he poured a shot into her cup. "What I wanted to talk to you about, George, is this. What happened tonight was a horrible mistake. It just can't be allowed to happen again."

"A mistake? Who the hell are you trying to kid, Laura? I'm not a school boy. You practically raped me on the dance floor, and certainly didn't object when we drove to Mountain View. Now you are going to try to tell me it was a mistake? What's the matter, didn't you like it? Say no to that and you take the cake as liar of the year."

"George, we were drunk…"

"Oh, hell, that didn't make any difference. You were as horny as a Goddamn bitch in heat."

"Please," Laura pleaded. "Try to listen. I don't want you to misunderstand. You must believe me. I…"

"Drink your coffee. We came inside for coffee didn't we?" he said. "Don't shake your head. Drink your coffee!"

Laura obeyed. His tone frightened her, and she picked up the cup, sipping at the laced drink. Surprisingly the liquor he had poured into the cup wasn't bitter at all. It added a little something to the taste, more of a tang, than an alcoholic taste. She took a big gulp and George smiled.

"George, I was going to try to make Bill jealous. I wanted to use you. I'm sorry for that. I didn't mean it to go so far. I-I just got carried away."

Her neighbor laughed. Use me, he thought, that has got to be the ultimate! She wanted to use me! He couldn't stop laughing.

"What's so funny? What did I say, George?" His laughter increased to almost a roar. "Stop it! Please stop it!" she screamed, suddenly afraid of him.

He settled down for a moment, still smiling his lewdly contemptuous smile. Laura was terrified at the grin on his face, and for the first time since she had known him, she was aware that there was more to his smile than mirth. "Why-why are you laughing at me?" she asked.

"I suppose you could call it a private joke. I've never been used by a woman before, not to go to bed anyway."

Laura sipped at her coffee. She was beginning to feel slightly dizzy again. The movements in the room were slowing down, and the fire made it much too hot for her. She wanted to hurry and undress upstairs and climb into bed.

"I told you," she said. "I didn't want us to go that far."

"Sure you did. Don't you think for one minute that I'm going to believe you. You work well, and fast. I never saw a woman so eager to fuck."

"George!" she exclaimed, unable to say anymore. The word had shocked her, but the thought it conjured up only excited her. She could not understand the sudden erection of her nipples as he had said it. She stared down into the blackness of her coffee, aware of that same familiar tingling in her body that had led to her earlier loss of control, and she trembled slightly. It couldn't be happening to her again! She couldn't be letting herself be betrayed by her body yet another time! She kept her eyes lowered, hoping that George hadn't seen the brief shivers that had left her shaking almost imperceptively as she sat before the fire.

"Now, don't worry, Laura," she heard him say, "There's no need for Bill to know about any of this. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, and besides, if I told him, that would break up our new-found friendship, wouldn't it?"

Laura looked up quickly into the obscenely smiling face of the man she had thought was so gentle and understanding, and saw at once the full import of what he had said mirrored there with unmistakable clarity.

"You don't mean…" she stammered. "You can't mean you expect this to happen again?"

"Sure, sweetheart, why not?" George laughed sadistically. "I mean what the hell – it's a perfect set-up for both of us. You've got my kind of hot little cunt, baby… and I've got all the cock you'll ever need."

Laura gasped at the purposefully shocking language he was using, and then stood up abruptly, moving angrily toward the fireplace.

"There is no need to talk like that, George Farrington," she said.

"Oh my, are your innocent little ears offended, my little Cinderella? Tough shit."

Laura whirled to face her neighbor, stunned and totally confused by this abrupt change of manner.

"You're not going to play little Miss Goody-Goody with me, baby… not for a minute. You loved every minute of what happened tonight, just like I knew you would… and now you…"

"Like you knew I would…?" Laura repeated, a sudden chill growing in her breast.

George paused, looking up at her, and then his face broke into a large, confident grin.

"That's right, Laura," he said, with sadistically quiet emphasis, "like I knew you would." He watched as Laura sank back down on the couch, dumbfounded, not knowing what to make of his surprising revelation. He saw her small mouth working helplessly around the unspeakable question. "How did I know? Very simple. I could tell you hadn't been getting any from your husband in a long time, but that was only enough to put you in the right frame of mind. You needed a little help to go all the way, and you're drinking some of that help right now."

George couldn't help laughing out loud as Laura's eyes slowly left his, and came to rest on the coffee she still held cradled in her hands, unable to grasp the full meaning of what he was saying.

"No, my sexy little neighbor, it's not just Martinis we've been drinking all night. It's a little something special just for you. You wouldn't know the technical name, but you might get the picture if I said you've had a fly in your drink the whole evening. Have you ever heard of aphrodisiacs?"

Laura gasped audibly as she suddenly realized what George had done to her. Then it wasn't really her fault! She hadn't been to blame! She had been drugged… it had all been a horribly premeditated plot, and she'd just been the innocent victim!

With a cry of anguish and anger both, she flung her coffee cup into the fireplace, where it hissed and gurgled out its life in the roaring flames. Then she turned the full fury of her attack on her unsuspected tormentor, not even aware of what she was saying.

"You… you… bastard!!" she cried out. "You had this planned all along! You used me… used me…!! Just like I was nothing more than…"

"That's right, Laura, I used you," came the icy reply, "just like you thought you had used me."

"Get out!!" Laura screamed hysterically. "Get out of my house right, now, you… you… Goddamned…"

George ignored her spluttering, and calmly reached over to refill his cup from the coffee pot Laura had brought in, adding a healthy shot from his leather flask. He was going to need it before this night was over!

"Now calm down, Laura," he finally said. "Calm down, and we'll talk about this like two adults."

"There's nothing to talk about!" the young wife hissed furiously, "I'm going to tell Bill everything, do you hear? Everything!! And when he finds out…"

"… he'll divorce you, right?" George finished for her.

"No! Never! Not when I tell him what really happened!"

George looked at his neighbor's distraught young wife, at the sexy swirls of her long blonde hair as it tumbled in alluring disarray across her perspiring forehead, at her heaving breasts and turgid nipples so clearly outlined under the thin material of her dress, and smiled.