Twelve Nights (19 page)

“Now,” he gritted, warning her so she could lift her mouth
if she wanted.

Her lips stayed in place and her tongue lapped and her teeth
raked and her cheeks squeezed and she milked him as the sperm shot out of him
like a cannon.

“Holy shit!” he screamed. The sperm kept coming and coming.
He could have sired an army with this coming, Richard felt. At last the pumping
of his hips subsided and he collapsed back onto the bed. Aggie lay down on his
chest.

“You can lower your arms now,” she advised him.

He lifted his hands over her head and draped his arms over
her shoulders and back. She leaned up and kissed him. He could taste himself on
her tongue and his cock stirred as the sense memory of the orgasm returned.

“When you get a little energy,” Aggie said into his chest,
“it’s my turn.”

Her turn? Richard’s strength returned quickly as he imagined
what he would do to her. He would make her come a hundred, no a thousand times.
He would tie her and separate her and …. Richard sat up, dragging Aggie with
him. He was ready.

He stripped her clothes efficiently and folded them neatly
on the table. He wrapped her wrists together with one end of his necktie. He
dragged a chair to the bedside. He laid Aggie out face up across the bed and
secured the other end of the tie to the armrest of the chair. She smiled and
nodded. He knelt between her legs and spread her knees.

“Don’t move now,” he smiled, imitating her words. This was
fun.

Unlike her, he couldn’t resist touching her with his hands.
He placed them on her breasts and squeezed. She squirmed beneath him.

“Hold still,” he reminded her.

“Make me,” she taunted.

Richard climbed off and straightened her legs. He trapped
her hips firmly between his knees and began teasing in earnest. He tongued her
armpit as she laughed and then gasped and then moaned. He took each nipple in
turn into his mouth and tongued it to a roughened peak. Her hips heaved under
him though his knees restricted her movement to a minimum. At last he could
resist her nectar no longer. He released her hips and spread her knees.

“Yes,” she whispered as his fingers parted her labia. He
stroked the silky moist flesh of her inner lips. He thrust two fingers hard
inside her and she arched up into his hand and cried out. He almost withdrew
but the pulsing that began deep inside reassured him that the cry was of
ecstasy, not pain. The throbbing grew as he pressed and pushed against her inner
walls and then she shook all over and hot sticky moisture flooded his fingers.
He pulled them out and raised them to his lips. She was salty and sweet and
indescribably delicious. Remembering the taste of his cum on her lips, he
raised another fingerful to her mouth. She opened her lips obediently.

“You taste wonderful,” he told her. “Fresh and healthy and
sweet.”

“So, eat me,” she smiled lazily.

Richard needed no further invitation. He lowered his mouth
to her crotch and kissed her pubic hair in greeting. His fingers separated her
lips and he stroked her with the flat of his tongue. She arched her back like a
cat. He flicked her clitoris hard and she turned from pussy to tiger. Her arms
strained against their bondage and her hips pumped up into his face. He braced
her down with his hands and punished her little knob over and over. She started
screaming ‘Yes!’ and her frenzy drove Richard’s tongue to faster and harsher
torment. The first time she came he ignored her and continued teasing and
nipping and stroking the little bud until she climaxed again and then again. At
last he relaxed long enough to savor the juices that ran thickly. He thrust his
tongue into her cavity and lapped the cum from the walls.

Aggie’s gasp told him that this new pleasure was as welcome
as the other. He stretched her open ungently with his index fingers and
tongue-fucked her hard. She came in seconds and he kept pulling and stroking.
The next orgasm was so powerful she screamed out and her body went rigid
instead of trembling. She didn’t ask him to stop. One more, Richard thought.
Let’s see what one more does.

He thrust three fingers inside her and began pumping. She
found a rhythm with him and rocked her hips. Then he lowered his mouth to her
clitoris and latched his lips onto the bud. He sucked and stretched the knob to
its fullest extension and as his teeth grazed the lower edge, she came again.
The explosion rocked them and the bed and seemingly the room and the hotel.

When Richard regained awareness, Aggie lay inert on the bed.
Her limbs were flaccid and her mouth hung slightly open. He wondered for an
instant if she had survived the climax. Then she snored and Richard fell in
love.

Angela awoke hours later alone in the hotel room. She
thought about getting up and going back to the Sylvia. She thought about
phoning her sister to let her know she was okay. Then she drifted back into a
deep sleep.

When she awoke for the second time, the winter sun shone
through a crack in the curtains. Angela pulled back the drapes and was amazed
to see sparkling water backed by a range of majestic white-topped mountains.
Vancouver was another city in the sunshine. She phoned a rampaging Aggie and
told her she would be back soon. She’d pick up breakfast for them both on the
way. She took a leisurely shower and washed her hair. Each touch of her fingers
reawoke skin Richard had caressed.

At last she made it back to the Sylvia, bagels in hand. Her
twin flung open the door as she inserted the key.

“Where have you been?” she demanded hoarsely. “Here I am
half dead and you disappear for the whole night.”

Aggie burst into tears.

“It wasn’t Jimmy.” Angela understood the real cause of her
sister’s distress.

“What?” Aggie rubbed the sleeve of her robe over her eyes.

“I spent the night with Richard.”

“Mr. Urbano? The lawyer?” Aggie sounded incredulous. Surely
she didn’t think Richard was
that
bad.

“I like him,” Angela said defensively. “Do you want a
bagel?”

“You and your repulsive bagels,” Aggie complained. “I haven’t
kept anything down in almost two days now.”

“Poor Aggie,” Angela commiserated. “You always got the worst
of it.”

“Yeah,” her twin agreed. “You’d bring home a bug and then
I’d get twice as sick.”

“Go back to bed,” Angela suggested.

Aggie staggered to the sofa. “Tell me what happened.”

“Jimmy went out of town, so he deputized Richard to look
after me. You, I mean, but of course it was really me.” She grinned. “I seduced
him.”

“Poor Richard.”

“He’s hot, Aggie,” Angela boasted. “Like a firecracker.”

“What did you…” her sister began. “No, I won’t ask.”

“Don’t,” Angela agreed. “Too exotic for your virgin ears.”

Aggie glared. Angela was saved from her blast by a knock at
the door.

“Dad and Mary,” she commented as she got up. “You just
rest.”

She opened the door to a tall, thin young man with pale blue
eyes.

“Who are you?” she asked.

The man looked stunned.

“Who is it?” Aggie called.

Angela thought the young man might faint. She grabbed his
arm and dragged him into the apartment. Aggie staggered into the hallway and
then groaned.

“Andrew.”

“This is Andrew?” Angela asked. He looked so young.

“What’s going on?” The boy whimpered. He seemed too dazed to
walk, so Angela half-carried him into the living room and sat him in an
armchair.

“It’s okay, Andrew,” Aggie explained as she fell back onto
the sofa. “This is my twin, Angela.”

“You look the same,” he commented, still sounding dazed.

“That’s the idea,” Angela agreed. She smirked at her glaring
twin then crooked her baby finger and waved her hand in the air. “We were separated
at birth, you see.”

“Angela!” her sister protested. “We were not, Andrew. You
knew I had a twin.”

“But,” Andrew seemed to be recovering his wits. “I can’t
tell you apart.”

“Lots of people can’t tell us apart,” Angela agreed, her
finger still crooked.

Another knock sounded on the door. Angela let in the next
wave of visitors.

“Angela!” Their father rushed to the sofa and pulled Aggie
into his arms. Andrew turned white and Angela dissolved in giggles. Aggie made
room for her father on the sofa by sitting up.

“I’m Aggie, Dad,” she explained hoarsely. “Angela’s better
now.”

The color returned to Andrew’s face and then flamed high. He
was cute in a boyish nerdy way.

“Dad, Mary, meet Andrew,” Angela introduced.

“Andrew Stollen,” Aggie added.

Andrew stood and extended his hand.

“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Trout.”

Angela giggled again then quieted as she caught her sister’s
eye.

“Who wants coffee and bagels?” she offered.

Within minutes the five sat awkwardly around the small room.
Besides herself, only Mary seemed at ease. She began to appreciate more and
more the soothing influence of her new step-mother.

“Well,” her father began heartily. “Shall we all go out?”

“Aggie’s sick, Gordon,” Mary reminded him.

“Right,” he agreed. “Well,….”

“What are you doing in Vancouver, Andrew?” Aggie asked.

“I came to see you,” he answered.

Angela wondered meanly if perhaps he was a little simple.
She thrust the unworthy thought aside. He was uncomfortable, that was all. She
set herself the task of small talk and soon had the room under control. Andrew
became more likable as he explained his research and congratulated Gordon and
Mary on their recent wedding. Aggie relaxed back into the sofa and nursed a hot
cup of tea laced with honey. Her father ate three bagels with butter and jam.
Eventually Angela’s invention of topics faded and the room slipped back into
silence.

“Maybe we should leave Aggie and Andrew to talk,” Mary
suggested quietly. “I’m sure they’d like a chance to catch up their news.”

Angela felt renewed gratitude to the thoughtful woman. Her
suggestion was exactly right. She jumped off the arm of the sofa where she had
been perched.

“Let’s go.” She clapped her hands.

“You certainly are cheerful today,” her father commented.

“Must be the sunshine,” Angela explained and winked at her
twin. “Let’s go for a walk.”

“English Bay looks beautiful,” Mary agreed. “Why don’t we
walk on the seawall? You know, we ran into the nicest man this morning.”

Angela was afraid to look at Aggie. Afraid her twin’s face
would mirror her own dread.

“His name was Jimmy Buko,” their father added. “He lives in
the last building down the block.”

Angela worried that her sister would faint.

“Let’s take the seabus to the North Shore,” she suggested
quickly. They would worry later about the potentially disastrous meeting. Aggie
sighed and nodded. Angela walked to the sofa and kissed her twin on the
forehead. She whispered, “Don’t worry, Boo. We’ll figure something out.”

By the time Angela, her father, and Mary came back, some
color had returned to Aggie’s face, though she was still wan from not eating.
Andrew appeared settled in to stay. It seemed he hadn’t booked a room of his
own but had assumed he could stay with Aggie and her sister. Besides, he didn’t
have much money. It was time for Aggie to lose the boy wonder and find a real
man. Angela waited to hear the magic words, ‘get lost’, but Aggie didn’t speak.
What were they going to do with an extra male body in the apartment? Angela
left her father and Mary to entertain their new house guest and dragged her
sister into the bedroom.

“He can’t stay here,” she whispered as she closed the door.

“What am I supposed to do?” Aggie whispered back.

She looked so weak, Angela eased her back to sit on the bed
then perched beside her.

“What about tonight?” she asked. “Jimmy will be back from
his trip.”

“It’s the same as we thought it would be last night,” Aggie
said softly then blew her nose.

“He expects you,” Angela persisted. “He doesn’t like me at
all.”

“I’m sure he’d like you if you weren’t trying to be me,” Aggie
offered.

Angela shrugged.

“Maybe,” she agreed. Then she blurted, “What do you see in
Andrew?”

Tears formed in Aggie’s eyes.

“I hate to hurt him,” she whispered.

“But you don’t want him anymore?”

Aggie shook her head. “After Jimmy ….”

“You have to tell him to leave.”

“Just one night, Boo,” Aggie asked. “I’ll tell him to leave
tomorrow. You won’t be here anyway.”

“I don’t know if I can pull this off any more,” Angela
admitted, tacitly agreeing to Andrew’s presence for one night.

“I want to see Jimmy again,” Aggie said through a sneeze.
“Just let me get well and I’ll take over the contract. I’ll still give you the
money.”

“What about Richard?”

“Once Jimmy knows it’s always me, he won’t send Richard any
more.”

Aggie had missed Angela’s concern by a mile. The older twin
didn’t explain that it was she and Richard that she was fantasizing about, not
Richard and her sister. But Richard was a forlorn hope, a true lost cause. Once
he found out she was a prostitute, once he unraveled her scheme to get Jimmy’s
money, the only place he’d want to see her would be in court. They’d had one
fantastic night. That would have to be enough.

Angela brought her mind back to task. If Aggie could get the
money, she wouldn’t need to steal the Giacometti. Prostitution had been soul-destroying
enough. The more she thought about it, the less Angela wanted to become a real
criminal.

“What about Dad and Jimmy?” Aggie’s whisper interrupted
Angela’s thoughts.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I’ll try to keep Dad and Mary
away from here as far as I can, but they like to go out on their own.”

“What if they meet again? What if Dad pulls out his famous
wallet photos?”