Chief of Staff high and dry, he would’ve done a good day’s work. But
that one.
he was afraid, was beyond even him.
COUJN PARKED FUS CAR DOWN THE SFREET. THE FEW REMAINing multicolored
leaves gently cascaded down on him.
nudged along by the breeze that lazily made its way past. He was dressed
casually: jeans, cotton pullover and leather jacket. There was no bulge
under his jacket. His hair was still damp from a hasty shower. His bare
ankles protruded from his loafers. He looked like he should be heading
to the college library for a late-night study session or hitting the
party circuit after playing in the Saturday afternoon football game.
As he made his way up to the house, he started getting nervous. It had
surprised him, her phone call. She had sounded normal, there was no
strain, no anger in her voice. Burton said she had taken it pretty well,
considering. But he knew how abrasive Burton could be and that was why
he’was worried. Letting him keep Collins appointment with the lady
probably was not the smartest thing Collin had ever done. But the stakes
were high. Burton had made him see that.
The door opened to his knock and he walked in. As he turned, the door
closed and she was standing there. Smiling.
Dressed in a sheer white negligee that was too short and too tight
everywhere that counted, she stood tiptoe in her bare feet to kiss him
gently on the lips. Then she took his hand and led him into the bedroom.
She motioned for him to lie down on the bed. Standing in front of him
she undid the straps holding up the flimsy garment and let it drop to
the floor. Next her underwear slid down her legs. He started to rise up,
but she gently pushed him back down.
She slowly climbed on top of him, running her fingers through his hair.
She slid a hand down to his erection and nicked at it through his jeans
with the tip of her fingernail.
He almost screamed as the confines of his pants became too painful.
Again he tried to touch her but she held him down.
She slid his belt off and then undid his pants. They dropped to the
floor. Next she freed his explosion of flesh. It sprung up at her and
she cradled it between her legs, squeezing it tightly between her
thighs.
She dipped her mouth down to his and then nestled her lips against his
ear.
“Tim, you want me, don’t you? You want to fuck me so bad, don’t you?”
He groaned and clutched at her buttocks, but she quickly moved his hands
away.
“Don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I wanted you so bad too, the other night. And then he showed up.”
“I know, I’m sorry about that. We talked an&—”
“I know, he told me. That you didn’t say anything about us. That you
were a gentleman.”
“That part was none of his business.”
“That’s right, Tim. It was none of his business. And now you want to
fuck me, don’t you?”
“Jesus Christ yes, Gloria. Of course I do.”
“So bad it hurts.”
“It’s killing me. It’s goddamn killing me.”
“You feel so good, Tim, God, you feel so good.”
“Just wait, baby, just wait. You don’t know what good is.”
“I know, Tim. All I seem to think about is making love to you. You know
that, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Collin was in so much pain now his eyes watered.
She licked at the drops, amused.
“And you’re sure you want me? You’re absolutely sure?”
“Yes!”
Collin felt it before his mind actually registered the fact.
Like a blast of cold air.
“Get out.” The words were spoken slowly, deliberately, as though
practiced a number of times, to get just the right tone, the correct
inflection; the speaker savoring each syllable. She climbed off him,
taking care to apply enough force to his erection that he gasped for
breath.
“Gloria–:’
His jeans hit him in the face as he lay there. When he pulled them away
and sat up, her body was covered in a thick, full-length robe.
“Get out of my house, Collin. Now.”