
«Ol' lady's on the sauce again?» he laughed.
«Not so bad as before, when Daddy died. But she's knocking down more than her share. And that boyfriend of hers kills a bottle every day or so. Scotch, naturally, at twelve bucks a bottle.»
«Can't the tight-ass afford his own booze? I thought he had tons of money.»
«Yeah, I suppose. He's got lots of money, but he'd rather drink for free, I guess,» the attractive blonde explained as she dropped across David's unmade double bed. She always felt a tingle of excitement when she lay on this bed; this was where she first had a man. This was the only place where she'd had a man.
David kneeled on the mattress beside her, placing his half-full beer on the headboard. «Well, let's not talk about that jerk Marlowe. We've got more important things to do, right, baby?» Lucy felt her whole body begin to shiver as his hands touched the small of her back and then moved down over her soft round buttocks and started to push the hem of her school dress up along the backs of her smooth unblemished thighs. She heard his breathing suddenly grow faster, and she could feel the hot intensity of his stare there between her slightly-spread thighs. He gave her a meaningful nudge and she lifted her hips and then her breasts so that he could pull her dress up and off, pausing first to unzip it at the shoulders.
«Mmmmmmmm,» she murmured softly as his hands smoothly caressed their way down her back as he unhooked her brassiere; that too was removed quickly as she lifted her large firm breasts from the mattress for Davis to pull it away. She felt a quiver of eagerness as her naked breasts rubbed against the sheet; her nipples hardened in contact with the coarse fabric, and Lucy could feel that familiar surge of passion rushing through her chest and loins.
His warm hands moved further down her back as he hooked his fingers in the taut elastic band at the top of her panties, and then he yanked and tugged until they cleared the swell of her hips and slid over the luxurious half-globes of her buttocks.
