Then Barry is with Ellie, she thought, and Betty has it together with Natalie.
Everybody's getting it except me, and it's my ballgame in the first place. I'm getting left out…
"Well," she said aloud. "We'll just see about that!"
CHAPTER NINE
Barry woke to the noise of clattering dishes. He opened his eyes and looked across to the little kitchenette to see Chile doing something at the stove. She was wearing a pair of very scant and very tight shorts which lovingly hugged the perfect curves of her hips. Most of her back was bare, with only the thin strap of her halter to tell him she was wearing anything at all above her waist.
He yawned and looked at his watch. It was ten o'clock in the morning. "Hey!" he yelled. "Up early, aren't you?"
She turned, gave him a dirty look, and, went back to her work. Barry grabbed his trousers from the chair nearby and slid quickly into them. Then he discarded the blanket, rose from the bed, and folded it away. Chile didn't even turn to look at him when he walked by into the bathroom.
He shaved and brushed his teeth, and when he came out of the bathroom again, Chile was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee.
"Got some of that stuff for me?" he asked, making his voice pleasant.
"It's on the stove. Get it yourself."
He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down again. Chile's halter was the smallest bit of cloth he'd ever seen, and the thinnest. Through the material he could see the large circles of her areolas and the hard dots of the nipples themselves. The deep canyon of flesh between the spheres was completely visible and the soft material clung to the curves, outlining them completely.
Her face was set in a serious expression, but there was no anger in her eyes.
"You feel better than you did last night?" he asked.
"Do you?" she retorted.
"I guess so…why?"
"Didn't you get laid last night? You really are some stud when you can convert lesbians. How was Ellie? Is she a good fuck? Is she better than me?"
His body tensed. He had the sudden desire to just tell her the truth… tell her about him and Ellie, but he decided to pass. "Fair," he said, putting as much sarcasm in his voice as he could muster.
"Well, you got one and you lost one," Chile said, letting her anger boil.
"What does that mean?"
"You fucked Betty, didn't you?"
"Yes, I fucked Betty," Barry said. "So what?"
"So evidently you didn't do a very good job on her."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," Chile said, a sadistic smile spreading across her lips, "that the one time you fucked her should have been a better one than you gave her.
Because that's probably the first and last piece you'll ever get out of her.
Know what she was doing last night? She was playing suck and fuck with Natalie.
I heard them and took a look. They were all tangled up eating hell out of each other… and Betty was on top."
"Goddamn it, shut up!" Barry shouted the words, then looked guiltily around as though he feared he'd been overheard.
"Don't worry, dear heart," Chile said icily. "There's nobody here. The queers are all out. Except for the one who's standing here in front of me."
Barry let the slur on his manhood pass. Chile was fully aware of his masculinity; she was only trying to get his goat.
She turned her back and spoke to the wall. "All of a sudden I'm on tour with a bunch of gays. What a way to make a living!"
He had a tremendous urge to step across the small room and slap her just once, hard across the face. But he knew it would do no good. Instead, he stalked out of the trailer.
He didn't want to go right back, so he walked around to the shady side of the trailer and pulled his cigarettes out of a trouser pocket.
A noise from inside the trailer made him look around, and he found himself standing beneath one of the high screened windows. By going up on the tips of his toes he could see inside.
It was Chile's bedroom, and she'd just slammed the door behind her. Her face was a contorted mask and her mouth moved as she muttered to herself. For a moment or two she stalked around the room, then stopped before the full-length mirror.
Her eyes traveled up and down the length of her reflection and her hands moved to the hooks of her halter between her breasts. She stepped closer to inspect her breasts, and Barry couldn't help but feel the tendrils of excitement at her semi-nudity.
Those breasts rode high and firm on her chest, pure white like marble, with a faint trace of blue veins near the brown nipples. They were firm yet soft-looking. He knew that in the valley between her breasts, her skin was covered with tiny blonde hairs, fine and silky and so small they couldn't be seen from further away than a couple of inches. He remembered that after they had been making love for a while the skin would glisten with perspiration, and she would taste of salt.
Her nipples were only tiny dots in their brown circles of pebbled flesh. And he knew that would happen to them if he ran his tongue lightly over them. They would stir and grow. They would become darker as they filled with blood. And finally they would be as large and swollen as grapes.
Chile would moan and gasp when he took one of them between his teeth, her hands would force his head deeper into the softness, almost smothering him at times as she rolled her chest against his face. She would put her fingers into his ears, or dig her nails into his scalp as she rode her passionate wave.
The girl in the mirror moved her hands to the button at the waistband of her short shorts and forced the tight material down over the lush contours of her buttocks. She kicked them away with a flip of her foot and then bent to push down her panties. Now she was completely naked and he could see both sides of her. In the mirror he could see the front of her body, high breasts dropping down to smooth stomach, then tapered belly flowing into the darkness of her lush, exciting, pleasure-giving pussy.
Barry had a hard-on.
From his position outside the window, he could see the twin spheres of her ass.
His mind surged with pictures and sense memories of the feel of those satin mounds, the way the flesh would give when he tightened his hands on them, the way they would jerk and twitch when she reached her climax. He could almost feel them pressed, against his cock, the way they had been that time he made her get on her hands and knees and he'd come at her from behind.
God, he wanted her. He wanted her cunt over his cock and he wanted his face buried between those massive, fleshy tits.
But then he wanted Ellie, too. And Betty. Hell, he bad even thought about eating Natalie, if that was her only desire.
Shit, he wanted them all. If it were legal he would even marry them all. He could fuck them and they could fuck each other when they wanted to, and they could just go on touring and fucking forever.
Then he heard the car on the gravel. The door slammed and the girls went into the trailer. He waited a few minutes and then followed them.
He flopped on the sofa and tried reading the paper, but it was impossible to concentrate. He was about to leave when the three girls, Natalie, Ellie and Betty, emerged from the bedroom and arranged themselves around the sofa.
"We're all going on a picnic," Betty said. "Out in the woods… that spot by the lake that the waitress told us about."
"I don't feel like it," Barry said.
"You will when you get there," Ellie said. "I'll get Chile."
She moved toward the other bedroom and Barry examined the expressions on the remaining two girls' faces. There was something determined and set about the way they looked at him. Something that told him this was more than just your every day, run of the mill picnic.