The girls have their first assignments.
He moved between her chocolate thighs... his mind made a poem... colored girls with chocolate thighs... dark full lips, dark brown eyes...
She had gone wet with anticipation. "Jack, I love you so much. Please, now..."
"This way first," he said, his head moving downward to insert his tongue into her velvety folds. She shivered with delight as he positioned himself between her legs. Instinctively, she lifted her body from the bed as she reached her breaking point. Seconds later, she was dissolving in ecstasy. Heat rushed to her face and she was only slightly aware that she was moaning.
"Jack, please, I want you inside me, now..."
Susan showed him a smile as she put dinner on the table. Pot roast, new potatoes, canned peas, cherry pie for dessert... it all lay before him like a sacrifice to some ancient god. Sometimes, he thought, if it weren't for Georgia, Susan wouldn't be a bad choice but was he only making that choice based on her cooking skills. Other than that, he really didn't have much to do with her. What was she thinking, he wondered, when she wasn't in the kitchen? Not that it mattered, he understood, not that it mattered.
"Very good," Jack said. "Thank you, Susan."
The girl beamed with his simple compliment. Maybe that was a mistake, he cursed. He was only trying to be polite, not leading her on.
Although he had been gone with Georgia for more than a few days, there was no mention of the fact by anyone at the table. It was like the elephant in the room. Everyone knew it was there but no one wanted to admit it.
Several quiet conversations took place around the table and Jack did his best to ignore all of them, preferring to put his attention to his dinner. Finished with his roast, he surprised himself and asked Susan for another helping.
After dinner, he took his cherry pie into the next room to listen to the radio. When it came in clearly, he enjoyed the San Francisco Opera. Startled, he looked up.
"I asked, 'would you like some ice cream'?"
"Yes, thank you, Susan. I would."
"Did you have a nice holiday? It was different... with you not here, I mean. Someday, I hope to travel. I've never really seen anything outside of Carmel and the orphanage. Have you traveled much?"
"Lately, yes. I've been down to San Diego and of course, San Francisco and I lived in Los Angeles... and there's Monterey."
"I'd like to see San Diego someday. Is it pretty?"
"Yes, very much and warm most of the year. So much more than here."
"Do you plan on returning?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do."
She touched his arm.
When did she get so close? He tried hard not to jerk himself back.
"Thanks for the ice cream. You made a nice dinner, tonight. Thank you."
Susan backed away and walked out of the room, a faint smile on her lips.
Georgia slipped beneath the covers and snuggled up against him. "Penny for your thoughts," she whispered.
"I'm in love with you," Jack whispered back, sliding his head under the sheet, his tongue lightly flicking her breast.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned. Her hands went to the back of his head and forced him against her as his lips opened to suck in her nipple. "Ah, Jesus..."
As the morning sun flooded the room, Jack turned to Georgia and asked, "Would you like to go to San Diego?"
"Oh, yes," she answered, her hand reaching for him, feeling him harden within her touch.
He moved again, this time behind her, his lips on the side of her neck, just below her ear, kissing, licking softly, sucking enough that he knew it would leave a mark.
"God, you know what that does to me," she tried to say, her words lost as her moans gained control and overcame them.
He pushed closer, his hands moving to her breasts, comfortable in his touch, his fingers arousing her enough that her nipples hardened and stood proud.
"We can go soon enough, I think. I'll have to arrange for tickets. I don't think we could just show up and hope for a sleeping compartment.
Two days later, a mud-splattered truck arr