Chapter 12
Formerly chapter 32
8/14/99 – A Very Busy Day / the Van Sciver's
Rosa and Dutch returned home at 6:30 and greeted Kathy and Peggy just before they went out to catch a movie. They had dinner with Mom, who had 'babysat' for them and after she went home they discussed what to do about Molly.
"Did you ever call Robert or Alice about Molly?" Rosa asked.
"No," he replied, "but let me do that right now." Picking up the phone he dialed Robert's number. Alice answered on the third ring.
"I hope this is important," Alice said in greeting, "my husband and I are about to have a rare evening without any interruptions, not that this is an interruption... unless you're a telemarketer in which case, you'll pardon me when I hang up on you."
"Are you dripping wet already?" He asked in a joking manner.
"Oh, just what I needed, an obscene phone call. Do go on, who ever you are. And to answer that question, yes, I am very wet. Can you make me wetter?"
"Possibly," and he realized she didn't know, or seem to care who the caller was. "By the way, this is Dutch."
"Oh, sweetie, how are you and that fat cock of yours?"
"I'm fine, Rosa's fine and my ex-Marilyn is fine. We just returned from a visit to San Francisco."
"Ahhhhhh!" She moaned into the phone then quickly added, "That was Robbie, rubbing himself against me. He says hello, Perry, what are you up to. He knows what he's up to and the "it" is flirting with my ass. You'd better be fast or I might just drop the phone and force you to listen to him bugger me."
"Sorry about the interruption, I can call back another time."
"No, no, sweetie. Umm, just a sec...there, no just a little lower, mmm, that's it. See, I'm all lubed up for you baby, go on slide it in, I can talk for another minute or so."
Dutch formed a mental image of Alice bending over and presenting her ass to Robert, whom she now called Robbie, partly to tease him and partly because she felt that Robert was to stiff a name to call someone fucking you.
"I promise to be brief," he said rushing his words as he adjusted his shorts to accommodate the swelling growing larger by the second.
"We've... um, Rosa and me met this woman, named Molly. A great piece of ass, I mean it. She's left her bastard of a husband and is living in her RV. But she's kind of down, almost depressed at the moment, she can't find a job, although she's out there trying every day. We wondered if we brought her over and introduced her to the two of you, I mean, she loves to screw and with all the connections you have, well I thought just maybe you might help her find something."
"Of course, bring her over . . . tomorrow night? Honey," she asked her husband, would nine tomorrow night be all right with your schedule to meet Dutch's new friend? She sounds... Oh God, Yes! Right There!"
Dutch heard Alice grunt and wasn't sure if she was affirming the next day was good or if her hubby had bottomed out in Alice's ass.
A minute may have elapsed before he heard another sound. "He said okay, baby. Now you bring that nice thick shiny cock of yours over and make sure it's ready to fire a few rounds, okay?"
He couldn't help but laugh. Here Alice was getting reamed by an expert and she was already preparing for the next night. "Tell me, Alice, were you a girl scout?"
"Baby, I was an Eagle Scout," she laughed raucously. "Tell Rosa I can smell her pussy from here and can't wait to taste her again." That said she disconnected the phone and grabbed her ankles.
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After filling Rosa in on his conversation with Alice, they decided to turn in and get a good nights rest since they had work to following day and had to prepare Molly for the Roark's.
An hour passed and suddenly Dutch woke up, puzzled. What had awoken him? He looked over at Rosa. She was covered by the sheet and lay on her back. He glanced at the alarm clock on the dresser; it was only 9:30. That meant Kathy would be returning soon. He thought about getting up and having some conversation with her. That thought brought on an erection as he recalled the last time they had been up together and he'd kissed her and held her taut young body against him; and how she had deliberately touched him and called him Daddy from then on.
He looked at Rosa again, her eyes were closed but on closer scrutiny, he discovered they were tightly clenched and that meant she was awake. He studied her intently and caught a slight movement by her groin. It was her hand! He watched and detected small circling movements and as he watched her free hand went to her breast and squeezed the nipple through the sheet. He concluded that either she was dreaming a very sexy dream, or she was masturbating next to him.
He looked down at himself. His erection, started with thoughts of Kathy, had peaked. The sheet over it had formed a tent. Remaining motionless, he watched for perhaps five minutes, as Rosa brought herself ever closer to her climax.
Two things happened simultaneously. Rosa tensed up and her fingering hand froze. Her legs stiffened and she rolled on her side and bit her hand to stifle a scream of delight.
And a key turned in the lock to the front door and Kathy entered the house.
He wondered if he should warn Rosa to be quiet, but then realized she was already trying her best not to awaken him, so he let matters take their own course and watched as she drew her knees to her chest and rocked back and forth for several seconds until the orgasm subsided.
He could hear her panting as she tried to catch her breath from the exertion and pleasure she had just enjoyed. She lay still until she regained her normal breathing rhythm again.
Kathy nudged the door to their room open and looked in. Convinced they were sleeping she went into the living room and turned on the TV, making sure the sound was on low. She was pleased to find that "Sleepless in settle had just started and she curled her legs under her, made sure she had some tissues and eased into a transfixed state.
Rosa gradually moved herself into a sitting position, being ever so careful not to disturb him. He feigned sleep and watched through heavily lidded eyes and saw her cup her breasts in both hands and begin to knead them. He thought himself fortunate that he'd rolled to his side to hide the evidence of his hardon which he wanted to squeeze almost desperately, but forced his hand to remain by his side.