The Making of a Gigolo (7) - Rhonda Wilson

by Lubrican

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Chapter Two

There was more discussion, as they waited for their lunch, and Janet tried to convince her friend that a man, such as Jill had described, could be found. There had to be more than one in the world, after all. Rhonda resisted, though, convinced that she wasn't pretty enough to engage that kind of attention from a man.

"Besides," she said at one point. "What's the big deal, anyway? The few times Herb did have sex with me, it wasn't all that interesting. I've gone without all these years. I'm used to it."

"Not that interesting?!" gasped Janet. She didn't miss either of her husbands, but she missed what they could do in bed every day. "Rhonda, honey, you've never been made love to at all! Think about it. If Herb was ... that way ... when you got married, he never really made love to you. He tried to go through motions that he wasn't interested in. He didn't care whether it was good for you or not. Randy was a son of a bitch, but he could make me sing in bed! Chuck too, for that matter!"

"Maybe," said Rhonda, unconvinced. "But they also beat you up. That just doesn't sound like any fun to me."

"All men aren't like that," said Janet. "Just because I'm too chicken to try to find a good one doesn't mean you should be the same way."

"You? Chicken?" Rhonda laughed. "You're the strongest woman I know!"

"It's all a front," moaned Janet. "I'd love to have a good man. I'm just such a loser at finding them that I gave up."

"Well," said Rhonda. "Then let's find you a good man first. When that little chore is accomplished, maybe he'll have a friend, or something."

The Wagon Wheel wasn't the only place in town where there was a rush of emotions. Across town from the diner, in Prudence Harris' house, there was plenty of emotion to go around.

It was lunchtime, and, as had become his habit, Ted Brandywine, a teacher in the local elementary school, was eating lunch with the two women in his life. He had three-month-old Kyle on his lap, while Prudence sat topless and fed Kyle's twin sister, Katherine, from her left breast. Katherine had gone first, and when her milk let down, Prudence just let it go. It was easier to let it drip from the free breast than it was to mess with bra flaps and clothing, so she went around topless as much as she could during the day. She had gotten so used to it that she didn't even notice Ted staring at her dripping right breast. She had a towel in her lap that caught the drips.

Ted was eating a sandwich, which he had brought with him, but he licked his lips when he saw the dripping nipple. He loved that nipple ... both of them ... and he loved that milk too. Prudence knew it, but the kids came first. Mirriam Dalton sat in another chair, eating ravioli, and occasionally feeding some to Prudence. Prudence had to remind her to serve up a bite. Mirriam seemed preoccupied, and had all morning.

Mirriam and Prudence were best friends, a friendship that hadn't developed until years after they went to school together. When Prudence had her twins, Mirriam, who had a set of twin girls of her own, now almost sixteen years old, had more or less become an unpaid nanny, helping Prudence, who was a widow. Mirriam usually came over after she did her morning shift at the feed mill, where she worked part time.

"Did something happen at work today?" asked Prudence, as Katherine gulped greedily and sucked lustily. Prudence was quite sure she'd never get used to the almost sexual thrill of a baby sucking at her breast.

"What?" asked Mirriam, looking at her friend. "No ... nothing."

"Well what's on your mind, then?" asked Prudence. "You've been moping around ever since you got here."

"Nothing," said Mirriam. "I've just got a lot on my mind, that's all."

Prudence stared at the woman. It was obvious her mind was somewhere else. The irony of her last comment made that plain.

"It can't be man troubles," said Ted, grinning. Ted had begun having affairs, if you could call them that, with both women six months earlier. He bedded them both on the first picnic they went on, and had been sliding his stiff prick in and out of them both as often as he could since then. This strange relationship was accepted, not only by the women themselves, but by Constance, who was Prudence's seventeen-year-old daughter, and some of Mirriam's children, who knew about the relationship.

"Why not?" asked Mirriam, frowning. She suddenly appeared to be paying much better attention to what was going on.

Ted blinked. The relationship, thus far, had been as seamless and happy as he could have possibly hoped for. Neither woman wanted a husband, but both women were lusty lovers, with great sexual hunger. Prudence had been six months pregnant on that first picnic, and had still let him into her slick, hot depths.

"I just thought ..." Ted started, intending to say that he thought the only man in her life was making her happy. It suddenly occurred to him that he had no claim on her. There could be other men in her life. Had he stopped to think about it, he would have tossed that idea. He had fucked Mirriam Dalton at least twice a week almost since he had known her. At most, they skipped a three or four days, once in a while, when she was having her period. Prudence was the same way. "If it's anything I've done, I'm sorry," he said. "If it's some other man, I can't control it, but if he's hurt you, I'll be very angry."

Mirriam looked haunted for a few seconds, and glanced at Prudence.

What Ted Brandywine did not know was that there was another man in Mirriam's life. That man was in Prudence's life too, and was, in fact, the father of the baby sitting on Ted's lap. Of course Ted knew that the twins had a father, but that father was never mentioned, or talked about. It was Ted's opinion that it had been a travelling salesman, or an old friend or flame, who had stopped in to see her, one day, and things had gotten out of hand. Ted didn't have a hint of a clue that Mirriam's son, Bobby was that man, or that, occasionally, Mirriam slept with him in her own bed.

He also didn't know Mirriam was pregnant. Neither did Prudence.

What was eating at Mirriam was that fact. At forty years of age, she had been stupid enough to let one of them impregnate her. The problem was she didn't know which one it was.

The likeness of Prudence's twins to Bobby was almost startling, at least to Mirriam. She saw much of her son in the grandchildren she'd never be able to claim as grandchildren. That she was their Godmother would have to do.

But, when Ted found out she was pregnant ... and Ted would find out she was pregnant ... he would, quite naturally, assume it was his spurting prick that had gotten her that way. She knew Ted pretty well. He was a good man ... a decent man ... and even though she had already told him she wanted no husband, this was going to complicate things. Not only that, she hated lying, and she didn't want to lie to him if ... as was easily possible ... her baby also bore a startling likeness to her twenty-two year old son.

She hadn't the faintest idea of what to do. She'd told Bobby, in a moment of weakness, and he had bowled her over by being so elated, and actually hoping that he was the father.

Now, though, Ted himself had handed her what seemed like a tantalizingly simple solution to the problem.

"Why couldn't there be another man?" she asked, again, emotion surging in her at a possible way out.

"Nobody said there couldn't be another man," said Ted, somewhat defensively. He felt a jealousy that he didn't like, and wished wasn't there. He loved these two women, and loving meant letting them be who they were, whether it meant it suited his own desires or not.

"Well, there is," blurted Mirriam. She wished immediately that she hadn't said it. More than that, she wished she hadn't said it in such a complaining voice.

"That's fine," said Ted, waving his sandwich. "I have no claim on you. I love you. I'll step aside. Why didn't you just tell me?"

"No!" yipped Mirriam. She didn't want him to step aside. She needed him. Her life was so much happier since he came into it. She tried to get a grip on herself, as she felt panic begin to nibble at her mind.

"What I mean is that you don't have to step aside," she said, helplessly, trying to salvage the situation.

"Excuse me," said Ted. "I know what we have shared ... we three ... is a bit unusual." He frowned. "Okay, it's crazy. It's unheard of. Maybe the Mormons try it once in a while, but this other man isn't going to stand for it."

"Yes he will!" blurted Mirriam.

Prudence, who had a pretty good idea who Mirriam was talking about, couldn't understand why she had brought it up in the first place. Mirriam had confessed to her that she had been unable to resist Bobby. Prudence understood how that could happen. She'd been unable to resist him too. But things had been fine. Why in the world would Mirriam be so agitated about things now?

Prudence looked at Mirriam ... really looked at her. She saw it almost immediately, and couldn't believe she hadn't seen it already. The radiance ... the glow ... the suddenly smoother skin.

"Oh, baby," she sighed, her voice filled with emotion.

Both Mirriam and Ted stopped, and looked at her. Prudence got up. Katherine was just playing with the nipple anyway, so she pulled the baby off, and went to hand her to Ted. He started to hand Kyle to her, but she told him to hold them both.

Then she went to Mirriam, who was still staring at her topless friend, and pulled her up. Mirriam stood, uncertain as to what was going on. Prudence examined her friend. She had on jeans, which meant she couldn't be too far along, but she was wearing a loose shirt, which hid her belly. Prudence put her hand on that shirt, and rubbed across Mirriam's abdomen.

"How far along are you, baby?" she asked quietly.

"Almost two months," moaned Mirriam, suddenly. Tears came into her eyes, and suddenly they were hugging tightly as Mirriam sobbed.

Prudence stroked her back, and crooned into her ear that everything would be fine.

"No it won't," bawled Mirriam. "I'm too old to have a babeeeeee."

"I just had twins, darling," Prudence reminded her.

"I know," moaned Mirriam. "But I'll be almost forty ..." She sobbed. "one!" she bawled.

"You're pregnant?" Ted's voice was an octave too high. "You're ... pregnant!" he yelled.

Katherine, who had dozed off in his arms, after her meal, jumped, and began wailing.

The women broke apart instantly, and Mirriam's tears dried up like drops of water in a desert.

"Now look what you've done!" she barked.

They went around the table, each woman going for a different baby, as Kyle started wailing too. It was possible that he was just hungry, but Ted's excitement had transmitted to them both. At three months of age, they didn't like excitement.

Prudence reached for Kyle, and calmed him by the simple expedient of offering him her nipple. It only took a few seconds for him to realize what was up, and accept the offer. He developed the hiccups, though, and fussed as he sucked.

Mirriam took Katherine, and cradled her, rocking her gently and cooing to her. The maternal instinct in her made her calm, and that was transmitted to the little girl too. She calmed.

"You're pregnant?" whispered Ted, his excitement obvious.

"Yes, I'm pregnant!" snapped Mirriam. Katherine jerked in her arms, and she turned away. "I'm going to try to put her down for a nap."

"You can't just walk out like that!" complained Ted.

"Yes ... I can," she said firmly, over her shoulder. "I'll be back."

"But I have to get back to school!" whined Ted, looking at his watch.

"Then we'll discuss this later," said Mirriam.

"You can't do this to me!" he wailed.

"Oh shut up and leave the poor woman alone!" said Prudence.

"I can't leave her alone," complained Ted. "She might be pregnant with my baby!"

Mirriam stopped, just long enough to turn.

"We will talk about this later," she said, her cadence measured.

Ted saw the fire in her eyes, and his mouth snapped closed. Then it opened again, very briefly.

"Yes Ma'am," he said, meekly.

Back at the diner, Jill approached the table with her hands full of plates. She served the women, who had had their heads together since they came in. At first, she had thought that, like some of her customers, they were talking about her. Now that she was showing so plainly, everybody wanted to know who the father was. Granger was relatively small, and everybody pretty well knew everybody else. She ... and Christy too, for that matter ... were fortunate to live at the end of a dead-end street, with neighbors who either worked when the women were home ... and Bobby visited them ... or minded their own business, and weren't the nosy type. That was probably the only reason why rumors hadn't started about her, and her baby's father.

She had already been on the outcast side of the tracks, as far as that went. As a divorced woman with good looks, she was assumed to be a threat to most women, and assumed to be a harlot by some, especially now that she was pregnant, with no known man in sight. She didn't care about that very much, but she liked her customers, and she didn't want Sal's business to suffer because of her own desires.

It was for that reason that she approached Janet and Rhonda's table carefully evaluating the looks they gave her. She didn't see condemnation. All she saw was curiosity, and she knew what that was about.

"Here you go," she said, cheerily, setting the plates down. "More coffee?"

"Maybe a little," said Janet. "Could I ask you a question?"

"Shoot," said Jill.

"It's kind of personal," admitted Janet.

"Then I may not answer it," said Jill.

"It's just that ... well, you said you aren't ... um ... involved with this man."

"Oh, I'm involved with him," said Jill. "He's a bright light in my life. I just don't lay claim to him, that's all."

"How does that work?" asked Janet, confusion on her face. "Do you ... like ... pay him, or something?"

Jill laughed. "No, I don't pay him." She stopped, and seemed to think. "Though I did give him a car I didn't need. And he's worth every cent that car was worth, I can tell you that!" She grinned, and then got serious. "I don't know. I see him sometimes. It's not like I'm on his schedule or anything."

"He has a schedule?" gasped Janet.

"I didn't mean it quite like that," said Jill, wanting to giggle. "I'm not the only woman he sees. Let's just put it that way."

"Does he have any openings?" asked Janet, feeling like she was going to faint dead away at any minute.

Jill tilted her head, examining the woman. She really had no idea what Bobby's tastes were, other than her and Christy. She had resisted his flirting, in the beginning, and even told him she wasn't interested in him at all. Then, when things changed, he had resisted her efforts to move things along. Bobby didn't choose to hop in bed with just any woman. Then again, when he did, he did it with all his enthusiasm. Looking at this woman, she had no idea if Bobby would consider adding her to his harem or not.

"I don't know," she said. "I'd have to ask him."

Janet's mouth dropped open. Her mouth felt dry, when she closed it, and she had to clear her throat before she could speak again.

"Would you ... consider doing that?" Her voice squeaked.

"For you, I will," said Jill. "You're a good tipper." She grinned, but then looked around. "But you can't tell anybody about this."

"No," whispered Janet. "Of course not. You'll really talk to him?" She felt like she was making a drug deal or something.

"Yes. Next time I see him, I'll see what he thinks."

"Thank you," said Janet, emotion in her voice. "I really mean that."

"No promises," said Jill, carefully.

"Of course not," said Janet, feeling some strength come back into her body. "Of course not," she said again.

The man who had just been discussed at the Wagon Wheel, though his name was never mentioned, was currently at home, having no odd jobs to perform that day. All his unmarried sisters, save one, were at school, and his mother was at Prudence's house.

"Please tell me you're taking your pills again," he panted to the sister who was home.

"I only missed a couple of days," gasped Florence. "I just forget, sometimes ... that's all ... Ohhhh Bobby, I love it so much!"

What Florence loved was Bobby's stiff prick surging to and fro in her pussy. Now nineteen, and unemployed, except for helping to maintain a house with five younger sisters in it, Florence spent as much time as possible under her big brother, naked, thrusting her pussy up to gobble up his prick. Unless she was on top of him, letting her weight down on his phallus. Or, perhaps on her hands and knees, pushing back at him, while he pushed forward.

It hadn't always been that way. Not by a long shot. Up until a few months ago, she'd been scared to death of Bobby, because of the very activity they were currently engaged in. She had wanted sex, but hadn't known she wanted sex, and the feelings Bobby raised in her were feelings she didn't understand, and didn't want.

Then Flo had learned, completely by accident, that Bobby had made their mother pregnant ... or might have. That, and a Christmas present he gave her, crystallized in her mind that she was in love with her brother. She'd had chances with other boys, but wasn't interested. Now she knew why. Only Bobby interested her. She wore the ring he'd given her for Christmas on the ring finger of her left hand. To her, it was like a wedding ring.

She knew, of course, that it was only a fantasy. She couldn't marry Bobby, and have his babies, and live with him happily ever after. She also knew that there were other women who lay under him, thrusting up against him like she did, and that some of those women did have his babies.

Still, when they had time to make love like this, for hours, it was no fantasy. This was what she looked forward to and craved. She loved his smell, his touch, his kisses, and every single way he'd ever made love to her. They'd even planned making love in ways that they couldn't now, but could next summer. Like in the swing that hung from the oak tree in the back yard. He would sit on the seat, and she would straddle him, and then they would begin to swing, until he spurted in her. But that would have to be next summer, in the dark of night.

She couldn't have him at night now, though, and she was sad about that. Her favorite thing in the whole world was sleeping with him. She'd done that twice, once being caught by their mother, though, when she had been caught, he hadn't actually had sex with her yet. That's when she had started taking the birth control pills that were so hard to remember to take. They were the only drugs, for the most part, that she'd ever taken at all.

"Ohhhh Flo, honey, you have to remember," he groaned.

She thrust up again, feeling his prick swell, and accepted his hot, spurting gift with glee.

"I like this part best of all," she whimpered.

Mirriam had stayed at Prudence's house. They both knew Ted would be back. She had discussed her fears with Prudence, who said that, within reason, Ted should just be told the truth. He was obviously very open-minded, but there were some things he might not accept, so the truth was going to be regulated. She called home, to tell whoever was there that she'd be later than usual. The phone rang a long time, and then was answered by Flo.

"You're panting," said her mother.

"I had to run to get the phone," said Flo.

"Oh, okay. I'm going to be later than usual."

"Okay, I'll tell the girls, when they get home. Bye!"

The phone went dead. Mirriam stared at it, wondering what was going on, and then was distracted by seeing Ted, walking up the sidewalk to the house.

He knocked, as he always did, in case someone was watching. There wasn't much anybody could say about a single man visiting a single woman, but there was no sense making it obvious that he could just walk right in any time he felt like it. When he visited Mirriam's house, there were no such restrictions. He was like an uncle to the girls, now, and had been to dinner there many times.

Mirriam opened the door. When he stepped in, with his mouth already open to ask, she jerked him in, surprising him enough that he didn't say anything. Then, she was in his arms, and he couldn't talk because she was kissing him.

"I love you," she said, when she finally pulled back.

"I know that," he said softly. "I'm very lucky in that way."

"It's possible that this isn't your baby," she said, just getting it out there.

"Whose is it?" he couldn't help but ask. "I've been thinking about it all afternoon. You don't go out with other men. I'm not claiming you, or anything like that, but I can't imagine who it could be."

"It's the same man who fathered Kyle and Katherine," she said, looking into his eyes.

All Ted knew about that man was that Prudence loved him dearly, and said he was very special. He had to be special, if he'd knocked up Mirriam too.

"But it could be yours," she said. "In fact, it's much more likely that it's yours."

"This has to be the goofiest relationship I could even dream of," he sighed. He held on to her, though. "How likely?" he asked.

"I've ... there have been four or five times ... with him," she said.

"Four or five?!" he yipped. "That's nothing! Oooo I hope it's mine!" he said excitedly.

Mirriam almost laughed. What was it with these men that so excited them when they thought they had impregnated a woman? What was it that drove them to want that so badly? She had to settle this now, though. She had to know where she stood.

"You're not mad?" she asked.

"Are you kidding?" he gasped, pulling her into another kiss. "That's probably my baby in there!" He started kissing his way down her front, and stopped, kissing all over her stomach.

"Hi in there, little baby," he said. "I'm Ted. I might be your Daddy. Oooo I can't wait to hold you and see you and ... and you have the most beautiful Mommy in the whole wide world. You're a very lucky baby." He started kissing her belly again, and she laughed and pushed him away.

"Oh no you don't," he said, standing up. "You had me worried to death all day that I was going to lose you so some other man." He stopped and blinked. "I'm not ... am I?"

"No," she smiled. "You're not."

"Then you owe me makeup sex!" he crowed.

"We didn't have a fight," she said, smiling. She felt so good with this man. He was such a delight.

"You yelled at me," he said. "My feelings were hurt."

"When did I yell at you?" she said, folding her arms across her chest.

"You said we'd discuss this later," he said. "You were mean."

She laughed. "You're hopeless!"

"No I'm not," he said. "You owe me makeup sex, and you can't back out!"

She looked at him through lowered eyelashes, and her hand went to her bun, to release it, and let it tumble down. She knew he loved her long hair. Her voice was smoky when she spoke.

"Who said I was trying to back out?"

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