The Wives of Beverly Row 1: Lust Has a New Address (9 page)

Becky looked down at his jeans. They were still open and she could see that his dick was still erect under the fabric.

Without speaking she bent down over his crotch and pulled his firm, rigid penis out of his shorts.

“What are you doing?” Kyle said.

“Shh.”

Becky looked at it. She’d seen so many pictures, so many videos on the internet, but nothing had quite prepared her for the feeling of exhilaration and excitement she felt at that moment as she looked directly at Kyle Roycroft’s erect penis.

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth and lowered herself onto it.

“Oh, Jesus,” Kyle gasped.

She could feel the hungry pulse of his cock as it slid up into her mouth and into the back of her throat.

“Becky!” Kyle gasped.

She moved her head back and forth, allowing the cock to slide in and out of her throat until it throbbed with a convulsion that Becky had heard about, she’d read about, but had never in her life experienced. Kyle was coming, and he was coming in her mouth! It was surreal. Never in a million years had she imagined that something like this was going to happen to her. The penis squirted semen into her mouth, a sticky, metallic substance that tasted like nothing else she’d ever tasted. As she began swallowing the semen, she felt a satisfaction that she knew she would never be able to explain to anyone. It was the satisfaction of knowing that she was bringing Kyle the same pleasure he’d brought her. It was also the satisfaction of knowing that in some special, mysterious way, he would belong to her now. He would belong to her in a way that he’d never belonged to any other girl in his life. They’d shared their first orgasms together. That was something neither of them had ever shared with anyone else in the world and it was something that would tie them together.

As she finished swallowing Kyle’s semen, she was overcome with a feeling of intense emotion.
Is this love?
she wondered.

XIV

A
RIEL HAD TEXTED BECKY TWICE
and didn’t get a response. She called her.

“Mom?”

“Yes, it’s mom. Where are you? It’s almost eleven.”

“Oh, sorry, mom. We’re just leaving the skatepark now. I’ll be home in ten.”

“You better be.”

“Love you, mom.”

Ariel went upstairs to wash off her makeup. She turned on the TV in her bedroom and let the background noise distract her. A few minutes later Becky came in.

“I’m upstairs, honey.”

“What is it?” Becky said as she came up.

“We had an agreement. Ten o’clock.”

“I’m sorry mom. I was just having a really nice time with Kyle and I lost track of time.”

“It’s after eleven.”

“I know, mom.”

“And you have to be up in the morning.”

“I’ll be up. Believe me. I can’t wait for tomorrow!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, you know. Just the usual stuff, mom. Started a new school. Met a new boy. Had my first kiss!”

“What?”

Ariel looked up at her daughter. She looked so happy, so grown up and proud of herself. Ariel got up from her makeup table and hugged her.

“Thank you, mom.”

“Well, you’re growing up fast, kid.”

“I know. I didn’t think I was going to have my first kiss tonight.”

“Is he a good kisser.”

“Mom! He’s amazing.”

Ariel brushed a stray strand of Becky’s hair to the side. “Just promise me you’ll look after yourself, sweetie. The last thing I want to see is you getting your heart broken.”

“Kyle won’t break my heart, mom. He really likes me.”

“I know he does, sweetheart. Why wouldn’t he? You’re gorgeous. But just remember, he’s a senior. You’re a sophomore. And you’re both so young. I saw the way you were looking at him at dinner.”

“I wasn’t looking at him.”

“Becky, I saw it. You’re smitten. And I wouldn’t be doing my job as a mother if I didn’t warn you. Girls get their hearts broken all the time by perfectly nice boys. There’s so much that can happen in life. So much beyond your control. He’ll be going off to college next year. I just want you to remember that even though things feel like they’re forever, even though Kyle might feel like he’s your soulmate, you have to be ready for it if things don’t work out exactly the way you want.”

Becky gave her mother a hug. “I know, mom. I’ll remember that.”

“Oh, and sweetie.”

Becky looked back at her mom.

“Yes?”

“You look really pretty in that dress.”

Becky smiled. “Good night, mom.”

When Becky got into her bedroom she fell onto the bed. She was in a daze. She had wondered if her mother would be able to notice any difference in her. She’d been afraid she might look different now that she’d had an orgasm with a boy, now that she’d swallowed Kyle’s sperm! But her mom hadn’t noticed a thing. Becky had had her first orgasm with a boy and her mother hadn’t been able to notice any difference. She knew that made sense but it also seemed strange. To her, the whole world seemed different now. She couldn’t believe what she’d done. She’d orgasmed on Kyle’s hand! And then she’d swallowed his cum. She ran her tongue around her mouth and tried to remember the taste of Kyle’s semen. It hadn’t been gross at all. It was strange, it had been a strange sensation to feel him ejaculate in her mouth like that, but it hadn’t been gross. It had been exhilarating.

Her phone beeped and she looked at it. It was Kyle. He said he was thinking about her. She wrote goodnight to him and went into her washroom.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked exactly the same as she always had. She couldn’t help smiling at herself. She felt like the cat who’d gotten the cream. She was so pleased with herself that she couldn’t even wipe the grin off her face when she tried.

She pulled off her panties and looked at them. They were a little wet but nothing unusual. She threw them into the laundry hamper and then pulled off her dress and bra and threw them in after it. She admired herself in front of the mirror. Admired was probably the wrong word, examined would be more accurate. She looked over her body, her toned limbs, slender waist, small breasts. She looked down at her pussy. The little mound was covered in delicate, blonde pubic hairs. It had never crossed her mind to shave it before but now that Kyle had touched her, now that his hand had been down there, she thought she should make every effort she could to keep him satisfied.

Not that making him satisfied had been that difficult. He’d seemed pretty pleased when he kissed her goodnight.

She stood in front of the mirror and sprayed shaving foam onto her hand. It was the foam she used on her legs and armpits. She rubbed it over the soft hair on her vagina and imagined what Kyle would think when he saw what she looked like shaved. She grabbed her razor and slid it over the mound of her pussy. It left a trail of smooth, hairless skin behind it. She held the razor under the tap in the sink and then repeated. A few minutes later and the job was done. Her pussy looked like it had when she was a child.
What would Kyle think of that?
she wondered.

Then she got in the shower.

XV

V
ERONICA LAY ON HER BED
and flicked on the TV. Hank was in the bathroom brushing his teeth.

“So, aren’t you going to tell me about this fetish of yours?” he said, his mouth full of toothpaste.

Veronica sighed. She looked at Hank. He looked anything but sexy. She’d have to think of some way of getting even with Ariel for letting this particular cat out of the bag.

“It’s not a big deal, honey. Just silly girl talk.”

She knew she could lie to Hank if she wanted. He was pretty easy to shock. She could say her fantasy was to go to Paris or make love in the shower and he’d have believed her. And he probably wouldn’t do much to try fulfilling the fantasy either. Well, that wasn’t fair. He’d tell her he was willing to try anything, he’d look up the price of flights to Paris on the Internet, but it wasn’t really the stuff that fairytales were built out of. It never felt like his heart was really in it. He was just doing things to please
her
, when what really pleased Veronica was when a man used her to please
himself
.

“But now I’m curious,” he said.

She switched off the TV. “Do you really want to know?”

“Of course I do.”

“And do you promise you’re not going to make fun of me if I tell you?”

“I swear.”

Veronica shrugged. She’d thought she was going to tell him her fantasy was to wear a maid’s outfit, but before she even realized it, she was telling Hank the truth. He was her husband after all, if she couldn’t tell him about her sexual fetishes, she shouldn’t really be telling anyone.

“Anal,” she said, as nonchalantly as she could.

Hank almost choked on his toothpaste.

“Veronica! Kyle will hear you.”

“Kyle’s not home.”

Hank finished brushing his teeth and came over to the bed. He sat next to Veronica. She looked at him. He’d been her husband for six years and he’d never given her any reason to regret marrying him. There was a love between them but it was more a bond of friendship than of passion. That was how it had always been. He was a good-looking man, he looked wealthy, he dressed well, she wasn’t ashamed of him when they went out together in public, but he just didn’t
rev her engine
, so to speak. She’d never been able to muster up the kind of sexual excitement for him that she’d experienced in her previous marriages. She knew that had been her choice, she’d married him precisely because of their lack of chemistry. She’d thought that would bring her the stability her life needed, and it had. But it hadn’t been as easy as she’d thought it would be to let go of her wilder sexual inclinations.

“I want to satisfy you,” Hank said, touching her cheek gently.

“I know, honey.”

“Is that something you’ve done before?”

“What? Anal?”

“Yes. In your previous marriages?”

Hank was so innocent. He still believed Veronica’s former husbands were the only men she’d ever had sex with. Veronica didn’t have the heart to tell him otherwise.

“I tried it,” she said, “and I always felt like it was something I would like to try again.”

“You could have told me this before, you know,” Hank said. “You don’t have to keep these things secret.”

“I know,” Veronica said.

She’d hurt his feelings now. This was precisely the reason she didn’t bring things like this up with Hank. He always felt as if she was comparing him to her other lovers, which she supposed in a way she was.

“We can try it if you like,” Hank said.

“Sure, honey, some time. That would be nice.”

It would be anything but nice. She couldn’t think of a more awkward situation than trying to have anal sex with Hank Roycroft. It would be like trying to teach a hockey player how to perform a pirouette. Or more likely, it would be like training a ballerina to score a touchdown in a football game. She just didn’t feel that Hank had the masculine prowess necessary for it.

“Not some time,” Hank said. “Right now. We can try it right now.”

“Right now?” Veronica said.

“Why not?”

She looked at him. He was wearing the kind of pajamas her father used to wear thirty years ago. She was so utterly unaroused that she didn’t even think she’d be able to have sex if her life depended on it.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I’ve had too much wine.”

“Come on,” Hank said. “I can do this. If Alejandro and what’s his face could do it, I can.”

Veronica shook her head. “Oh, Hank. You know you don’t have to compete with my other husbands. I’m happier being married to you than I ever was with either of them.”

“I know,” Hank said. “I know that’s what you say, but sometimes I just feel like you miss those times.”

It was true. It was
so
true. Veronica looked at Hank. He was a good man. He was making an effort. He was doing his best, and all she could do to repay him was fantasize about having sex with other men. It was so unfair of her and she knew it.

She leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth. It was more passionate than the kisses they usually shared. She pressed her lips against his and ran her tongue across them. He opened his mouth and she waited for him to insert his tongue inside her but he didn’t. That was the thing about Hank. He never took the initiative. He always waited for her to do it, with every single detail. They were just small things but they built up. She slid her tongue into his mouth and she couldn’t help but feel that it was for the man to do that first.

Hank’s eyes were open. She closed hers to avoid being distracted by him. She tried to feel aroused with Hank. She tried to feel the excitement that she had felt when she was with other men far back in her distant past. She tried to feel arousal. She even pictured other men she’d seen during the day. There had been that guy in the supermarket, the guy who’d jogged past her and Ariel at Starbucks. She concentrated on feeling sexual. But it took so much effort, and all for something that she knew should come so naturally.

“Let’s try,” Hank whispered.

“Try?”

“Anal. Right now.”

“Really, honey? Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” Hank said.

Veronica looked at him and tried to hide the skepticism on her face. She was wearing a lace nightgown. She got on her hands and knees, facing the wall, and tugged the skirt of her nightgown up to her waist, revealing her succulent buttocks to her husband. She closed her eyes.
This was going to be humiliating
.

XVI

W
HILE HANK ROYCROFT WAS SITTING
on his bed looking at Veronica’s anus like it was a snake about to attack him, Trudy Luxton went out onto her porch and lit a cigarette. It was her secret vice, among a number of other secret vices she maintained. She sat back and inhaled the calming smoke, the vastness of Los Angeles sprawled out across the valley before her.

She’d just spent the last hour on the Internet chatting with a boy in Ohio who was literally young enough to be her son. He was a freshman at Ohio State and he had the biggest, fattest cock Trudy had ever seen on a webcam. She showed him her boobs and pussy and he’d masturbated and orgasmed on screen. As soon as he was done he’d logged off, leaving Trudy with a faint feeling that she’d been used. But she didn’t care. She was a single woman in the modern age and if she wanted to strip in the privacy of her own home for some boy half-way across the country, then that was her right. That was the marvel of the Internet. She sat on her chair and looked down at the sparkling lights of the valley, twinkling in the hazy heat, and drew deeply from her cigarette. That boy’s cock had been so big, and so much semen had squirted out of it. It made her feel good to bring a boy like that some happiness. At least, that was what she told herself.