This is the last two chapters of a fifteen-chapter novella. I posted the first 11 chapters individually, but Chapters 11 through 15 relate to one event and ought to be read in one sitting. In any event, the story is about co-ed housemates and is set in the summer of 1979.
*****
Chapter 14
It was about 1:00 in the morning, and I had a good, mellow buzz going. An old jazz tune came on, and I took it as a sign. I excused myself and told Charlie I’d be back a bit later.
I found them at the bar. When she saw me she touched her husband’s shoulder. He stood up.
“Hello, Annie.” He stuck out his hand. “My name is Alan.”
“Hello Alan.”
“I am glad you found us Annie. Come, follow me.” Victoria led the way. They both carried their drinks. I could tell they were tipsy by their walk. She stopped to talk briefly to a bouncer. She handed him a couple bills, and he motioned for us to follow him down the hallway. I was nervous again.
“Vicki worked here once. It was a long time ago.” Alan whispered this to me as we entered the room, but Victoria could hear him.
“It was a different place then, just a strip joint,” Victoria replied. She looked at me and said, “Pasties, you know?” and tweaked her tits and laughed.
“That was twenty-five years ago,” Alan said laughing.
“Ha ha ha,” chided Victoria.
The room was the size of a small bedroom and almost antiseptically clean. There was a long couch against one wall, an over stuffed chair, a few bar stools that looked out of place, a full-length mirror on the back of the door, and a coat rack in the corner. The music was piped in through a speaker in the ceiling.
Vicki started to unzip her dress. “Oh, you don’t have a drink, Annie. That won’t do. Another vodka?”
“No thank you.” I fidgeted. What was I getting myself into now? Relax, I said to myself. It is just a little dance. I had only agreed because I found Victoria so inexplicably fascinating.
“Nonsense.” She opened the door and called down to the bouncer. She asked for someone to bring another double vodka. She closed the door and let her cocktail dress drop to the floor. I thought of the movie The Graduate.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs. Robinson?” I said.
She laughed at my comment. “God that I looked as good as Anne Bancroft.”
She looked better. Her breasts were buxom, with large, pale areolas and only a bit of sag to show for the years. She was wearing only her garter belt, stockings, and heels – no panties. There was a knock at the door. Victoria paid for my drink without covering herself and handed it to me.
“There you go, Annie.”
Alan was also undressing. I wondered what I should do. I decided to be patient. They certainly seemed like a harmless, rich, inebriated old couple. They hung their clothes on the coat rack.
“I am taking this god-awful belt off.” She winked at me. “Damn thing has been pinching at me all night. I’ve gotten fat, dear. You watch yourself.”
She wasn’t fat. We were the same height, and I would be surprised if she had ten pounds on me. She had faint traces of stretch marks on her sides, and the pooch of her tummy was more pronounced, but still in a sexy sort of way. Her hips were expansive, but smooth. Her bottom was full and soft and jiggly, but it was shapely. She looked fantastic to me.
“I’m taking these damn shoes off, too.”
Alan took a seat on the couch and picked up his drink. His flesh had softened over the years, but I could see the remnants of a tanned, muscular young man. He looked silly in just his socks with a drink in his hand. He looked drunk, too, but he was attractive in a gentlemanly, almost regal sort of way.
“Do you guys have kids?” I felt like I had to know.
“Oh, good lord.” She put her hands on her hips and faced me in nothing but her stockings now. “Look at me. Of course we have kids.”
Alan laughed loudly. “Honey, you’re a goddess!” She laughed. Alan continued. “We have three kids. I can’t remember their names.” They both laughed. “They’ve all moved away.”
Victoria sat next to Alan on the couch. They kissed. Victoria looked at me.
“What do you do, Annie?”
“I’m in college.”
Alan raised his glass to me. “Good thing, college. Good for you. I didn’t think many of you girls go to college.” He must be confusing me, I thought, with those other girls. “All of our kids went to college. Some are still there, I think.” Alan was enjoying himself. “Cost me a fortune. Nothing to show for it.”
“You’re a putz, Alan.”
There was a brief pause. The song was “Let’s Groove Tonight” by Earth Wind and Fire. I closed my eyes and listened. I set down my drink and started to dance.
I let my robe fall open. I ran my hands over the chiffon of my baby doll. I pressed up against the undersides of my breasts.
It was good to be young and beautiful, I thought. I liked this couple. I wanted to dance for the both of them. Strangely, I was feeling like I had done this before. I felt naughty and cheap and slutty and sexy and young and gorgeous. I turned my back to them and let my robe drop to the floor. I kept my legs straight and bent at the waist to pick it up.
“Oh my!” I heard Alan exclaim.
Victoria took my robe, folded it for me, and set it aside. I decide to do away with the strip tease part. I didn’t know what I was doing, anyway, and I suspected they wanted to get to the naked part. I took off my baby doll and my panties. I stood before them naked in my white stockings. Alan applauded politely. Victoria was watching me. She crossed her legs. She looked in Alan’s lap. His penis was flaccid. She looked back at me. I danced.
I twisted and moved with the music. I caressed myself all over. I walked up to Alan and spread his legs, and standing right in front of him I massaged my pussy with both hands. I put one foot up on the couch, on Alan’s left side, away from Victoria. She reached over with her right hand and took hold Alan’s swelling penis. Good, I thought. I hoped it was working as she had planned.
The music changed, another disco classic. “Shake Your Groove Thing.” I turned around between Alan’s legs and shook my bum in his face. He squeezed my cheeks. I turned around again and looked at where she was stroking him. He was erect. Brazenly, and feeling erotically charged, I took one of his hands pushed it between my legs. He strummed my pussy with his fingers. He pressed against my clit. Victoria let go of him and stood up. I froze. Was I doing something wrong?
“Go on dear, go on.” She walked around behind me. She slithered up against me. I could feel her breasts brush softly against my back. She put her mouth next to my ear.
“You’re doing great,” she whispered, and the heat of her breath and the sexiness of her voice excited me.
Alan kept diddling my clit. He knew what he was doing. I was wet and hot. Victoria fondled my breasts and stroked my tummy. She pressed against me firmly, pulling at my hips.
