"I don't know," Nora said. "What if J. J. comes home? What does it look like to people on this side of reality when we're on the other?"
Carla shrugged. "I have no idea. But J. J. won't be home until dawn. Our party starts at nine, and when it finally ends they're all going up to the mountain house for a long weekend. No chaperones." She waggled her eyebrows at Nora.
"I had forgotten that they were going up," she said. "Yeah, maybe I could get The Channel tonight. I haven't been able to get there with Jill home."
"Call now," Carla encouraged her. "I'll finish the cleanup. Just a little cake to put away anyhow. I've packed two sandwiches for Jill to have on the plane."
"You are an angel," Nora said, picking up the telephone handset.
J. J. came home to change for Maureen Johnson's party. He had been at his girlfriend Lily's party. Jill was just going out the door to her waiting Cassandra cab. He hugged her. "So long, big sis. When will I see you again? Before I'm off to State?"
"Not till Christmas, kiddo," Jill told him. "I've got just enough time between finishing my course and orientation at Duke to pack up and get there."
"Where will you live?" he asked, walking with her to the cab.
"Duke hooked me up with two other girls, and we've rented a house," Jill said. "I've got the money from working and saving almost everything Daddy sent me. No more where that came from. Miss Icy Eyes is going to get it all." She gave him a quick kiss. "Don't screw up, J. J. It will be tempting to party, party, party, but that first semester is important. I've been there. Besides, the whole neighborhood helped get you there. You don't want to disappoint them." She got into the cab. "So long!" She blew him a kiss as the cab revved up and sped off.
"No pressure," J. J. mumbled to himself as he went into the house. "I'm home," he called to his mother.
"I'm upstairs," Nora said, and heard him taking the steps two at a time. He came into his room. "I packed a few things for you for the mountain house," she said. "Why don't you take them over and put them in Mo's car? Or are you riding in Lily's?"
"Lily," he answered, "but Mo'll take my stuff up, and if I toss it in her trunk now, I won't forget. Toothbrush, razor, etc.?"
"Yes," she said.
He sat down on the edge of the bed. "You don't mind being alone this weekend? We probably won't be back till sometime on Monday."
"Actually I'm looking forward to a little peace and quiet," Nora told him. "I've never minded being alone, and I'm going to be in a few weeks when you head off to State. And you're going earlier than most kids because you're on a team, honey."
"Ma, maybe I ought to put off college for a year. Until this thing with Dad gets straightened out," J. J. said.
"You can't do anything to help, honey, and you'll lose your scholarship if you don't go now. It's alright, J. J. Now shower and change before you go, and don't forget your duffel. I'll put it downstairs by the door."
She left him, thinking he was a sweet kid, and so protective of her. She ought to feel guilty for wanting him gone, out of the house, but she didn't. She was through being superwife and supermom. She wanted to be that woman who lived in The Channel. She wanted to be fucked in every way imaginable by Kyle, and Rolf, and whomever else she could think up. She wanted to be licked, and she wanted to suck cock until she was mindless. And she was no longer shocked by these thoughts.
Smelling of soap, shampoo, and aftershave, J. J. kissed his mom before he left for his party. With a grin at her, he picked up his duffel. "Have a good weekend, Ma," he said as he headed out the door.
"You too, honey," Nora told him, watching as he made his way across the lawn, where even now a crowd of kids was gathering. She shut the door, and threw the bolt. She checked the central AC, and set the thermostat at seventy-two degrees. She went into the kitchen and shoved a small ham-and-cheese into the microwave. When it was done she sat down at her kitchen table, and looked out into her beautiful backyard, and ate her sandwich and drank her lemonade/iced tea mix. As she always did, she put her dishes in the dishwasher and cleaned up the counters. Returning upstairs, she showered and got into a clean nightshirt. Then she went downstairs to the den. It was still not quite eight o'clock. Nora sat down in her recliner, and considered. It was still light. Maybe she should wait until after nine. No. The den faced the back of the house. No one was going to see her. The doors and windows were locked. The clock struck eight, and Nora eagerly punched in The Channel. The television clicked on. The dark screen lightened, and there was her apartment. Eagerly Nora reached out and put her palm flat against the screen.
She was here at last! She sighed with relief. Where was Kyle? And then she saw a note propped up on the coffee table. She walked over to it, and read, "Wasn't certain when you would get back. Dial 1, and I'll be right there. Kyle."
Nora picked up her telephone, and pressed one. An automated voice greeted her. "Your message has been received. Kyle will be with you shortly." Then the phone clicked off. Nora walked into the bedroom and shrugged off her shorty robe. She was bored with it now. She opened the closet its full width and stared at the clothing. On one end was a line of slinky negligees in silk and satin, with lace, in luscious colors. She debated which one she would wear, trying to decide between a lavender silk and a pale green silk with lace.
As she stood deep in thought, she was suddenly grabbed from behind, a blindfold tied over her eyes. Her wrists were bound with silk. She was shoved facedown on the bed, her legs pushed apart. She felt a single finger pushing between her ass cheeks. She could feel it touching her anus. Her breath was coming in short pants as she struggled not to panic. No word was spoken by her attacker. The finger rubbed her. It was slick with oil. She couldn't help herself. She squeezed the finger with her butt muscles. The finger pressed against her extraordinarily sensitive flesh. She squealed, but the finger went no farther. It just continued to rub at her until she was wiggling with rising excitement. Her ravisher's other hand slipped beneath her, and another finger found its way to her clitoris. Both fingers rubbed, and stroked, and pressed at her flesh, until she thought she would go mad. Unable to contain herself she hissed, "Do it, damnit!"
The finger between her ass cheeks pushed into her anus just a single joint's length.
"More!" she pleaded.
The finger sheathed itself fully, and she moaned. "Yes!" Her sphincter muscle tightened about the digit, making it almost impossible for him to withdraw it, but he finally managed to do so, smacking her butt as he got free.
"Do not move," Kyle's deep rough voice growled in her ear. "If you try to get away, I'll catch you, and you won't get fucked for a month."
She heard him go into the bathroom, the water running in the sink, and then finally he was back. She could smell the soap. He had washed his hands.
"Now, Nora, get your butt up," he ordered, and he shoved a pillow beneath her belly.
She felt him behind her, but he entered her vagina, much to her relief, and as he pushed forward he made contact with the spot she had never believed existed. The legendary G-spot. Slowly, slowly, very slowly he rubbed it with his hot penis. Nora thought she was going to explode with the incredible sensations that began to sweep over her. "Oh, my God!" she gasped. "Oh, my God!"
He laughed in her ear. "Found it, didn't I?" he gloated. "Now, baby, I'm going to fuck you until you come, and come and come! Do you know how much I've missed you? I've had a hard-on for almost a week now." He pressed down with his penis on that sensitive spot, and Nora thought she would dissolve in a puddle of lust. Nothing had prepared her for this.
"I couldn't come," she said. "My daughter was home, and she's up half the night."
"Couldn't come?" he teased. "Well, baby, you're going to come now, and a lot later too." He thrust hard now.