Chapter 6

Leonard drank the beer slowly, and was on the second bottle before Jenny came into the kitchen.

She had taken a bath and dressed. He looked at her. She was lovely just as she always was, dressed simply in a cotton dress that came down to the knees.

She was tall for a young thing, and willowy, like a sapling. But she had a certain know-how that came from growing up in New York City.

She had her dark hair pinned back behind her ears.

They were sweet ears, he noticed. He remembered, never having thought about her ears before, but she was suddenly special to him, and he noticed the details of her, the way her body formed below her dress, the way her hips curved, and the way her ass stood out just a little bit.

There was something proud in her entire being, and he loved that about Jenny.

“Help yourself,” she laughed, “Do you want to get drunk before this evening?”

“Beer doesn’t reach me,” he said, “You know that.”

She laughed again. “I know something else. I know you’re exhausted, and when you are, beer and even milk will reach you, honey.”

She was being good-natured.

Leonard smiled. He wondered if she sensed anything, or whether she wanted to avoid the whole topic, thinking that if they didn’t talk about separating, he wouldn’t go.

“How about you,” he said idly, “Do you want some coffee? Do you want to go out for lunch?”

He wanted to please her, to be civil. He certainly didn’t care to hurt her feelings. He loved Jenny in his own way. It’s just that she wasn’t Betty. How could he tell her so, how could he?

Jenny came up to him and put one arm around his waist, and gave him a big hug, then let go, looking at him directly.

She was nobody’s fool, he knew, she understood that something was going on, but she was also bright enough not to talk about it, not bring it up until he would.

She said, “How would you like to come with me over to the health club for a swim? It would do us both a lot of good.”

“I could use the exercise,” he chuckled, patting his waist.

He knew he was tight as a drum, more from fucking than from anything else, but he wanted to sound agreeable and be agreeable.

She kept a pair of his bathing trunks in her drawer. A few minutes later, she had both their suits in a travel bag with a couple of towels. The health club was on the penthouse floor. He figured he might as well get some use out of it, since this was the last time he would be here.

They rode upstairs and changed in their separate lockers.

He came out to the pool sooner than she did and jumped in, swimming a couple of laps, enjoying the easy movement of his body.

He felt great.

When he reached the shallow end for the third time, he stood up and looked around. She was just coming out now, tucking her hair into the white bathing cap.

She looked like a movie star, he thought. The bathing suit clung to her perfectly. The tight material emphasized the lovely flatness of her belly and the perfect curve of her hips, as they slipped down to her tight thighs.

She was really a pleasure to look at, and it made him turn on, knowing that he had just fucked this beauty. He could fuck her any time that he wanted to, too.

She loved him.

That was the truth!

His pride focused on his cock. He hoped he wasn’t standing up stiff inside his bathing suit.

She came to the edge of the pool and stretched out her arms, smiled at him across the distance of water, and dove in with a great dive.

He watched her glide under the water, along the bottom of the pool tile.

She moved like a fish, halfway the length, and then surfaced. Then she swam with strong but graceful strokes the rest of the way to him. She came up with a whoosh and stood beside him and smiled, squinting as the water dripped from her eyelashes.

“Come on, I’ll race you,” she laughed.

He swam with her back and forth a few times, going easily beside her, enjoying the sensation of her rhythmic movements and the recollection of their screwing just a little while ago.

A couple of other people who were around the place left soon, and they were alone. They continued swimming and treading water, and he realized that he didn’t want to stop moving, because if he stopped, he would get a hard-on and want to kiss her again and fuck her.

He had a crazy desire to screw her right here in the water.

She seemed to resist thoughts. She reached out under the water, however, and quickly grabbed hold of his trunks.

“Hey, don’t,” he said.

She realized by his tone of voice that he was coming on. Her face glittered with delight.

“See what happens when you stay away so long?” she said tauntingly. “You get horny and you can’t stop it.”

He wondered for a second if it was true. After all, he had fucked all weekend, and here he was horny as a toad.

She came up to him and didn’t heed his warning. She cupped his cock in her hands in the water, then she lifted herself and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“What’s going to happen if someone comes in here?”

She shrugged.

“So they’ll see, so what.”

“You crazy thing.”

Jenny laughed with wild abandon.

She was like that, he remembered, self-centered and confident.

It was a quality that he had enjoyed until lately.

Now he thought of it. It was just a bitch of a nuisance to be regulated by some dame who didn’t take his feelings into consideration. Maybe that was really why he had fallen in love with Betty. Betty always was good to him and tried to do what he wanted. Betty was no boss like Jenny.

At the same time, he was coming on real strong now. His cock throbbed, pressing up through the last bit to here her crotch bounced on top of him lightly on top of the water, buoyant with the movement of the ripples.

“Look,” he said, “if this is what you want, let’s go back down to the apartment.”

“What’s wrong with screwing in the pool?” she chuckled.

“Stop fooling around, Jenny,” he said.