Jon Reskind: Walo_s mistress

Lynn lay naked on the beach blanket, pleasurably enjoying the warm southern California sun as she gazed devotedly at the lovely nude body of the sleeping, titian-haired girl beside her. A small portable radio by her elbow offered soft romantic music that blended harmoniously with the gentle wash of the almost quiet surf behind them. They had been there a week now, just the three of them in the private beach house Virgin had found for what she insisted was her "golden Goddess' convalescence".

Of course, she hadn't needed any such thing, but it pleased Lynn to be looked after and loved by this gorgeous girl, though she could still hardly believe her own emotions. Truly, there was love, desire and a sense of possession between them… yet, they would both be lost without their beautiful Walo and his magnificent male contribution to their lovemaking… and there was an unspoken knowledge, each for the other's sexual male needs, but with Walo's enormous splendor ever present and available, neither of them had felt any urge to stray from their troilistic arrangement.

Financially, they were comfortably well-off now with the ninety thousand dollars their husbands had left them… and in cash. They had even discussed the possibilities of a business venture, or some proper investments, wise and fun moves they would undoubtedly be making together in the next few months. God, Lynn couldn't remember ever being so happy… yet… yet, there were times such as that very moment, when she wished she knew everything that had happened that horrible night, but Virgin would only smile lovingly, pat her cheek and admonish her not to bother her pretty head with such disgusting thoughts.

Naturally, she could get nothing out of Walo; evidently Virgin had thrown the fear of God into him; anyway, he wasn't about to do the tiniest thing to anger the dark-haired girl he loved so much, and Lynn had no intention of confusing his love. He was too sweet, too beautiful, and such a dear, prize possession to both of them…

Nevertheless, Lynn supposed she would always wonder and go on wondering what wicked things had taken place during her coma in the cave. After all, Earl had been her legitimate husband… and once, she had loved him so very much.

Remembering now, she had heard the scuffling, the loud curses as if two or more people had been fighting, then, Rudy's voice: "You bastard! Goddamn you, Man… you think I'd leave the rod there…?" He'd laughed then, this followed by more groans and sounds of flesh hitting flesh… until Virgin's scream and cry: "You damned fools! Watch out… you're going to fall! Stop it! Stop it!"

And then, sometimes she could still hear the horrifying male shrieks… even as at that very moment, and a shudder passed over her soft, satiny flesh. Quietly, she turned over and sat up to look off at the glare on the water the descending sun was making. Virgin stirred beside her, finally turning over and raising up.

"How long did I sleep, Baby?"

"Oh… maybe an hour."

"Mmmmmm… it was good," she yawned, stretching her slender arms over her head and causing her full, firm breasts to lift and thrust forward beautifully.

Lynn stared at them, at last, raising her eyes to the erotic, ivory complexioned face that was slowly giving way to a warm smile for her. "Virgin… Virgin," she said, searching the other's enchanting eyes, "I want to know… please tell me? Did they… did they both die in the fall?"

For a long moment, Virgin studied her with a soft, almost adoring gaze… until with a sigh, she answered: "You can't let it rest can you, Baby?"

"He was my husband…"

"And Rudy was mine," Virgin replied. "All right," she sighed heavily. "They fought over the gun. In truth, both of them intended to double-cross the other, and I counted on that, which was why I taunted Earl into making a try for the damn thing, deceiving him into thinking it'd be him and me from then on. But Rudy was never a fool; he'd kept the gun beside him, and when he saw Earl looking for it, he laughed and aimed it right at Earl's head." Virgin leaned forward, shaking her own head as if still hardly believing it. Then, she went on: "Earl was like crazy… he jumped Rudy, gun and all… They rolled for awhile, each trying to overpower the other… and finally, I saw the gun lying on the cave floor. I grabbed it up and ordered them to stop. They wouldn't! God… I knew then that I couldn't shoot either one of them… or anybody else! In their wrestling, they worked closer to the mouth of the cave. Rudy hit Earl and knocked him down into the hot embers of the fire he'd built. You could hear Earl scream at least a hundred miles, I swear! But he squirmed out of it and stood up with a white-hot stick in his hand! Rudy rushed him and Earl shoved it in Rudy's face…! God almighty…! It went right into his eye, Lynn Baby… his eye!"

Lynn stared at her in horror. "Oh, no… No…!" she moaned, burying her face. "Oh, God!"

"Rudy screamed, of course, then, they grabbed each other again… Walo was coming from you at that point, but he was too late… they'd gotten out on the cliff ledge… until finally, they fell… still holding onto one another like murdering animals."

The two lovely naked girls sat for a long while in silence. The radio played, the surf was incessant. Lynn took a long breath and raised her head. She would never think of it again… she wouldn't! She smiled at her lovely feminine mate. "Walo is cooking a stew. He told me his mother taught him… begged me to let him, so I did. Are you hungry?"

Virgin raised her own face, shaking her long hair behind her shoulders. She returned Lynn's smile. "I will be… after a couple of martinis."

Lynn swallowed tightly, then said: "I've got to know, Virgin… just this one question, and I'll never ask another… I promise."

"Okay," the willowy lovely sighed. "Shoot."

"Were… were they both really dead from the fall?"

Slowly, Virgin nodded her head. "Yes… thank God, they were…"

"And what did you do… with their bodies…"

Virgin got to her feet to stand before her blonde Goddess, the silken pubic, black down covering the shadowed pinkish slit of her womanhood almost level with Lynn's face. She shook her head. "One question, you said… and I answered it. No more, Baby… never again… It's all finished… behind us. Now, there's just you and me…"

Lynn moistened her lips, then slowly raised to her feet, her eyes levelly engaged with the dark ones of her lover. Yes, she thought, that's the way it has to be… Now, there was just the two of them, and then she remembered: "And Walo!" she added.

Virgin smiled beautifully. "Yeah," she said. "Let's go see how that kingly endowed cat is making it with the stew, Baby?"

"I'm hungry!" Lynn exclaimed.

"So am I," Virgin replied, "… but not for Walo's stew…"

They both laughed, picked up their things, then raised their eyes toward the sky where the helicopter had begun to circle. They walked, arms around one another, laughing and waving their other hands at the voyeuristic pilot.