The Lonely Lady by Harold Robbins Read Free Book Online Page A

close her eyes. “Is there too much light for you, dear?” he asked.
    She nodded without opening her eyes.
    He pressed the wall switch and went around to the other side of the bed. He could hear her soft breathing. Tentatively he put out a hand and touched her shoulder.
    She did not move.
    He turned her face toward him. In the faint light he saw that her eyes were open. “You’ll have to help me,” he said embarrassedly. “I’ve never… you know…” His voice failed.
    “You mean—?” she began.
    “Yes,” he answered. “I could have, I suppose, but I knew I could never bring myself to do it with anyone but my wife.”
    “I think that’s beautiful,” she said. Her fear was suddenly gone. At least he would not be like Bob, always comparing her with other women and always insisting that it would never be good until she got something out of it. She had made the right choice. John Randall would be a good husband. “John,” she whispered.
    “Yes?”
    She reached out her arms to him. “The first thing you do is come here and kiss me.”
    Slowly she led him through the mysteries of her body until the trembling eagerness in him was almost more than he could stand, then she closed her hand around his bursting shaft and guided him into her.
    With an involuntary groan, he came almost immediately in a long shuddering orgasm. She slipped her hand between his legs as Bob had taught her and cupped his testicles, applying a slight pressure to make sure they were completely emptied. He moaned again at her touch. Then he was silent, breathing heavily. She moved out from under him.
    He touched her face in wonder. “I never felt anything like that before.”
    She didn’t answer.
    “Was it good for you?”
    “Very good.”
    “I heard that if a man came too quickly the woman didn’t get anything out of it.”
    She smiled. “That’s not true. Maybe certain kinds of women. But not normal ones. This is everything I ever wanted.”
    “You’re not just saying that?” he asked anxiously.
    “I mean it. I never had anything as good, even with Bob. I’m very satisfied.”
    “I’m glad,” he whispered.
    She bent forward and kissed him. “I love you.”
    “I love you.” A note of wonder came into his voice. “You know… I think… I’m getting excited again.”
    “Try not to think about it. More than once a night can cause serious strain. You might hurt yourself.”
    “Touch me,” he said. “I’m hard again.”
    She let him put her hand on him. He seemed carved from rock. She was surprised. Even Bob had never recovered so rapidly.
    “I think this once it won’t do any harm,” he said. “Put me inside you.”
    Almost reluctantly she guided him into her again. This time he lasted slightly longer but still exploded in a few minutes. He groaned in a strange combination of pleasure and pain as his almost empty testicles strained to express the semen.
    He rolled onto his side, looking at her. He was still breathing heavily. “You know you may be right,” he said.
    “I am right,” she said. She kissed his cheek. “Now try to get some sleep,” she said gently. “It will be all right tomorrow.”
    And from that moment on that was the way it was.

Chapter 7
    When he saw her, Bernie came down from his lifeguard’s perch at the deep end of the pool. He walked over to where she had spread out her towel. “You’re not angry about last night, JeriLee?” he asked.
    She smiled at him. “Should I be?”
    “I didn’t mean to—”
    “It’s okay,” she said quickly. “Nothing really happened. Besides, I liked it too.”
    “JeriLee!”
    “Is there anything wrong in that? Didn’t you like it?”
    He didn’t answer.
    “Why shouldn’t I?” she asked. “Boys aren’t the only ones who have feelings.”
    “But, JeriLee,” he protested, “girls are supposed to be different.”
    She laughed. “If they are, there are an awful lot of girls doing something they don’t like.”
    “I don’t understand you,