Joan Kelly - Hungry for boys

Maurice Lomax seemed larger inside the apartment, so close. His grey hair, the diamond ring on his left hand. We sat. Jackie brought in some coffee. Mr. Lomax looked up at me.

"First I'd like to say that I've always been impressed by your knowledge of antiques, Shelby. Usually it takes an antique such as myself to know anything about them at all."

"You don't look so old," Jackie said. Muffled laugh. We all sipped our coffee.

"I try to stay in shape," he said. "Please, I want you both to call me Maurice from now on." It hinted to me of a continuing relationship. His smile was perfect. I found him looking directly at me twice and dropped my eyes modestly. Maybe an oversexed old dude looking at a potential mistress. Or maybe…

"I have a deal to put to you," Maurice said. He smiled, tilted his head. "May as well come right out with it and let you decide. Would you like to run a shop for me? I'm acquiring a new one in Holdenville and it will need looking after." He sat back with his coffee while I came mildly unglued. I opened my mouth three times before any words came out.

"Wow." Fumble with the coffee cup. "You want me to… yes, run this new shop for me. I know you can do it. A man who works for me at present doesn't know half what you do about antiques." His brown eyes smoldered, caressed me from where he sat.

"I guess I should think about it some." I couldn't believe I'd said that. "…but I think I'd like to very much." I looked up at him. Those brown eyes were something else. "Yes, I think I'd love it."

"Wonderful!" Maurice Lomax downed more coffee. "I'd like to drive you up to Holdenville on Friday and show you the place. Really lovely part of the state. And not so far away from the city that you couldn't get back from time to time."

We chatted, sipped from our cups. Maurice was studying me and not trying to hide the fact. Looking for chinks in my character? Or just sizing me up for his bed? I blushed at my own perversity. Not that there was anything really perverse about Maurice digging on a chick in her twenties. In reality he was probably a kind, fatherly type of guy. Anyway I liked him.

"Well, I must be off," he said, getting up. Jackie darted around gathering cups and then left us alone.

"Friday then?" I was beaming, about to jump up and down now that what he'd offered me was at last sinking in. I nodded and said goodbye.

When Jackie came back, she was jumping up and down just like I was doing now that Maurice had left. She wanted to buy a bottle of champagne, plan another party.

"I haven't really said I will for positive yet."

"Oh, you will!" She hugged me up off the floor.

"Yeah, I guess I will."

While Jackie went out to do some shopping, I sat down to make a list of things to get done before I could possibly make the move to Holdenville. I heard Scott come in, smiled a hello and returned to my list.

"Got you something," he said, plopping down on the sofa next to me. Small box, tissue paper, red ribbons. I undid it and held the silk scarf up to the light to see the colors.

"Nice." I looked at him sidewise with one eye. "Any special reason?"

"Pretty girl, pretty scarf."

A big shot now. I knew he was gloating over fucking me, had probably composed the jive he'd tell his friends when he got back to Denver. His conquest, his twenty-eight year old fuck… loose and sexy Shelby Jean.

"Well thank you very kindly, sir." I returned to my list. Scott hung close. After a moment I felt his fingers on my shoulder. I persisted with pad and pencil. Breath on my ear, then a sloppy neck kiss. I wanted it not to excite me, but alas my crotch became sticky even before Scott took his mouth away. And what was I thinking? Of having him on his back, hands tied to the bedposts, feet too. Shame on you, Shelby. I smiled.

"Let's go fuck."

I shook my head. "Huh-uh."

"Come on. You want to." He put the tip of his tongue against my earlobe, made my earrings jingle.

"Just because you want to, you think… come on."

I wrote down some words on my pad. I wrote a paragraph while impudent Scott showed me what a son-of-a-bitch with girls he had become overnight. I dotted the end of a sentence and ripped the page off for him to read. He started it aloud after a cocky look my way. I bit the pencil to contain my glee.

"Poor Scott is not really the lover he thinks he is. He didn't even try to make Shelby come and of course she didn't…" Scott looked at me. His facade was chipping off at the corners but his Adam's apple bobbed and he continued bravely… "He was a much nicer person when he was himself. Shy. Unsure of himself a little like all of us are…" He cleared his throat. I knew he wanted to quit but had to save face and go on with it now that he'd started. "…if Shelby had wanted a he-man fuck, she could have called up an old boyfriend…" The muscles moved at the side of Scott's head. He pressed his lips together, tossed the sheet in my lap.

"Okay, I can dig it." He got up. I looked at his slim hips, his shirt tail hanging out. Such a sweet little piece when he acted his age. He turned, glared at me. "You think I'm an asshole. Well, maybe I am."

"You're not an asshole." I put the pad and pencil aside. "I think you're beautiful. I wouldn't say it unless I meant it." Sudden hope lit his face. He was very tan, sunstreaked, scrumptious-looking. The crotch of his Levi's was bulging fight.

"I guess things did get kinda funny last night…"

"Oh?" I would let him unwind the tangle.

"You with that tattoo and all and then being…"

"It was fun," I said frankly. "I didn't know I liked being on top that much."

"Did you like me being on top?" His eyes were expectant, afraid. I closed mine, sucked the pencil, finally looked up again.

"Not particularly." I shrugged. "Maybe I was in a conquering mood last night."

Scott paced. His fists were clenched at his sides. "I knew I could never understand women…"

I giggled to deflate his slender philosophy. "You still have a long time to learn." He shrugged, dropped onto the sofa beside me. I could sense a change in tactics.

"Let's go fuck," he whispered into my ear. His hand warmed my thigh. I wished that my scorpion could sting through my jeans.

"Jackie will be back in a little bit. And besides, I'm not so sure I'm in the mood." I was. Scott was not going to find that out. I could tell Scott didn't like the idea of being discovered by his sister. Maybe Scott had thought about fucking Jackie and nee versa for her.

"Let's go take a walk. We could get some booze."

I picked up the pencil and pad again. "Where do you want to go?"

"You could drive us up to the hills. I'll buy gas…"

"My Volks isn't feeling too well lately." I was enjoying holding him at bay. Perverse little Ultimate Fuck Off me. Scott had his hand on my leg again. My pussy felt deliciously wet. "Okay, maybe that would be fun." I scribbled again on a fresh sheet of the pad. "I'll leave a note for Jackie."

We put the sunroof down and I stopped by a liquor store to get Scott some beer. Teenagers were all beerahollcs nowadays and Scott was worse than most. We drove out of the city and into the hills. Maybe I wasn't any good for Scott. Emasculating influence. Pinching off his buds too early in the season. But after I finished one of the beers, I was having too much fun to think about it. Scott stripped his shirt and rode along with his arm out the window. I nursed my poor Volksy along, keeping an ear cocked for any strange noises from the engine compartment.

"Hey stop! A trail!" Scott was bouncing in the seat. I swung around. We parked in the shade and pulled the sunroof closed.

We walked about a mile into the pines and scrub oak, rested and walked same more. Soon we could no longer hear the traffic from the highway, no voices of picnickers, nothing but the buzzing of the woods and the wind.