"Yuuuuuu… Ohhhhhh…"
My hips pumped violently now, sending water over the edge of the tub. I didn't care. The door was locked. I was alone with my body and my body had me in its control! I could do nothing but satisfy that terribly wonderful itch that seemed, to break out in a new place every second. Mostly the tickle was between my legs, though. And the more I scratched it, the more intense it got. Until suddenly my body bucked and folded forward and I shoved the little rubber hose up against my pussy and ground it into the slippery petals.
"Nhhhhuuuuuu! Ohhhh! Come… come!"
"Robyn? You in there?"
I opened my eyes. Had I been dozing? The water was still running through the little hose. I turned off the faucets and pulled the plug. I was drying when Barry called again.
"Yes, I'm in here. Why don't you leave me alone."
"I wanted to talk."
"You go to hell."
And that was the end of my first and fast date with Barry Williams.
CHAPTER TWO
On Friday I was looking out the window of a 707 heading south. My dad was drinking a Scotch and going over some papers in his briefcase. Of course I was excited. I guess to Daddy it was just another working day. He was to get me settled in the Sand Palace, the big resort on the coast, while he flew off again to three more cities to visit clients. Daddy was a CPA. Somebody who cheated on other peoples' taxes for them. CPAs were the best cheaters in the world. They went to school to learn how. Daddy told me all this himself.
The room at the Palace was dreamy. Daddy stayed long enough to rearrange a bag and have a few more drinks. When he went in the bathroom to shave, I finished the dregs of his Scotch and water and went to the window to look out. I never drank much, but on the flight down something had been bothering me. Barry. What he had done. The real problem was not being able to tell anyone. Usually I kind of liked to talk over my problems with a friend. If the problems weren't too personal, I could even work them out with my mother.