Chapter 7

Leonard felt that Jenny had him trapped in the apartment, trapped with the truth.

On the other hand, how could he tell her about Betty? There was something special about that other girl. She turned him on, deep down at the very center of his balls.

His heat that burned for her cunt was special. Jenny was a good lay, sure, even a better lay somehow. But Betty tied him all up in knots inside. How could he explain this to Jenny?

He decided not to fight with her or even argue.

The best thing was to keep the peace.

He also felt that he needed to get out of there, for fresh air, away from Jenny.

She seemed to sense this, that he was leaving her.

She said, “I don’t want to make life hard for you, Leonard. There are no strings attached between me and you. If you want to go, go.”

He couldn’t believe his ears and hustled getting dressed.

She eyed him all the time.

He felt uneasy with her large eyes watching him.

But he had to get out of there.

As he was at the door, she said, “I wonder what the twins are going to think. Are you on your way there now?”

He couldn’t believe it. Jenny was reading his mind.

He stopped dead in his tracks at the door.

“How do you know them?” he asked.

Jenny smiled.

“It’s a small world, in some circles.”

He began to wonder if his life wasn’t completely open. He could imagine what would happen next, too. He would leave her and start on his way to May and Janet, the twins. While he was going, Jenny would probably phone ahead of him and tell them what to expect.

He realized that Jenny could really tie his life up.

“There is nothing you want that I won’t give you,” Leonard said, “if you just let me go in peace. Understand?”

Jenny nodded.

She understood, but he saw the glitter in her eyes and knew that her pride had been hurt.

That was the worst thing. He couldn’t undercut Jenny in any way. Well, he wasn’t going to hang around and try to soothe her. Facts were facts.

He let himself out the door and rode down the elevator, wondering what the hell would confront him when he reached the twins’ apartment.

He felt astounded that Jenny knew May and Janet. Nobody had said a word to him about it.

His life was an open book. He was the only one who hadn’t read it.

The twins lived on the East Side of town, and traffic was heavy. He drove impatiently and went through a red light once, feeling as though he was hurtling to his doom.

He parked near First Avenue and started walking toward the row of brownstones where May and Janet lived.

They at least paid their own rent, and he remembered all the attention they paid to him, all the good times they had had: threesomes in bed, fucking like crazy, lots of laughs.

The lobby door was open, and he didn’t bother to ring the bell downstairs.

He felt the devilish desire to burst in on them, unexpectedly, or as unexpectedly as possible considering Jenny’s knowledge.

He walked up the three flights and tried the doorknob.

It was locked, though.

He rang the bell and waited, and then rang it again.

It never occurred to Leonard that the girls would not be home. He thought that Jenny hadn’t reached them either; therefore, maybe he still had a chance to get to them before she did.

He started down the stairs again, and as he reached the first level, he saw them coming out of a neighbor’s apartment.

They looked so cute and sweet, just like two dolls.

They came racing at him, with arms outstretched, and flung them around his neck, hanging on to him.

He felt like a Christmas tree, all decorated, by the sweet young bodies of May and Janet. Each one took his arm, and they started up the stairs again.

They were fiery redheads, with bright blue eyes and freckled faces, and full of energy.

They looked like mischievous kids.

They were babbling at him, both at the same time.

The gist of it was how much they’d missed him and where he had been, and all that harmless kind of chit-chat.

When they got into the apartment, they poured milk and took down boxes of cookies, and climbed all over him with crumbs falling from their lips over his clothing.

He was overwhelmed by their affection and attention.

They were in the living room on the large couch, where there was enough space for all three.

Soon they began kissing him and fondling him.

He felt a hand on his crotch. Another hand on the back of his neck.

A tongue went into his ear. Another one found his mouth.

It was a tangle of arms and legs, and clothing began to come off.

He heard panting sounds and inhaled the aroma of perfumed flesh.

He felt his cock beginning to peak up into a hard-on.

He reached out and felt tits in his hands.

Bellies rubbed against him, and knees pressed up against his ass.

He opened his mouth and now there was a nipple on his tongue.