Party Girl

CHAPTER ONE-1

CHAPTER ONE

The sun was dying in the sky to the west. Streaks of red and pink speckled the lower clouds. The bright blue of day was turning into the darker blue, then deep purple violet of coming night. Soon, the stars would be out to pepper the blackness of the firmament. Here, in the city, that would not be as easy to see as out in the country.

She wished she was someplace else and not here, in this corner of the world. In fact, Kathy wished she were anywhere but in this corner of her life. She would gladly have traded places with anyone else.

The day was beautiful, the city was beautiful, the coming of night promised still more beauty and tranquility, but not for her. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. And when the beholder is not at peace there is no jewel that can please the eye.

There was a low rumble of thunder somewhere to the south. Kathy thought that perhaps a rainstorm was forming over Galveston Bay. It would surely come north and inundate Houston, however briefly.

Her eyes swept across the city; Houston Heights, Cottage Grove, Memorial Park, with its picnic area and The River Oaks Country Club next to it. River Oaks was a private club, full of rich folks. Thinking about it only made her poverty more apparent. She tried to force this down as her eyes traveled south and surveyed more of this huge metropolis called Houston; Montrose, Southampton Place, then Hermann Park.

In the warm summer afternoons, with the heat haze thick in the air, Kathy Eaton loved walking through Hermann Park. She loved the Garden Center in particular, with its more then three thousand rose bushes. The air in the afternoon was fragrant with scents. It was almost like walking through a perfume factory. Sometimes, Kathy would sit on a park bench and close her eyes. Just the setting and the scent were enough to help her forget the here and now. The trouble was that once she opened her eyes again the here and now intruded on the then and there. Sometimes she just wished she could shut her eyes and be in a place like the rose gardens forever. But life is not so kind. Fairy tales exist only in movies and books for children.

Sometimes she would go to the zoo in Hermann Park. There was a large reptile display. The prehistoric looking monsters sent shivers up her back. Kathy was both repelled and attracted. Then she would go to the aviary; a vast, jungle setting, where two hundred different exotic birds flew about in almost complete freedom.

Hermann Park was connected by MacGregor Way to MacGregor Park. MacGregor Way was a wide corridor of meandering greenery that worked its way east toward the sister park to Hermann Park. It was quite a walk and would leave her exhausted each time she made it. The scent of the greenery, the sight of the trees, bushes, and rolling grassy slopes and a good fudge pop bought from an ice cream cart, made the walk worthwhile.

But life was not all pleasant walks, greenery, and fudge pops. There are bilk to be paid, lots of bills.

Her eyes continued to move across the vast hide of the city; Foster Place, Kings Court, Bayou Oaks. All the names were of familiar places she had been through or worked in. People seldom realized how massive Houston was till they passed through it. They were right about it being the city of the future.

South of Bayou Oaks a small plane was lifting off from W.P. Hobby Airport. Sun glinted off the white and silver wings and the gay red stripes along the fuselage.

She wondered where it was going, what it would be like to travel aboard such a plane, and why she couldn't be on it instead of elsewhere, like here. Kathy also pondered about how many others across this vast city were watching that plane lift off and wondering if they could be on it instead of where they were at that very moment.

She couldn't see farther to the south and east. Kathy knew that to the southeast was Pasadena and after an open section south of Houston there was League City, Texas City, then the bay and Galveston Island.

All of it was just open terrain to her, nothing more, open terrain that spoke of jobs and the people who had them. Kathy had walked herself sore looking for work without any luck.

It was a case of water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink. The divorce from her husband had left Kathy numb. Then the alimony payments stopped and she felt herself miss a heartbeat.

She was free, black and twenty-nine. But without money you aren't really free. Till now Kathy had thought that getting a job wasn't hard. Till the divorce she had been a housewife. All she knew was taking the money and spending it. Her husband used to complain that Kathy wouldn't spend it so fast if she knew how hard it came to him. But Kathy didn't listen. Maybe that was one reason why Sam left her. She admitted now what she hadn't been able to admit for months after the divorce, that she had been too bitchy and demanding.

"Oh Sam, where are you now?" she asked, aloud. "I'd take you back, Sam, and treat you right. It's so good to have a man around the house. Two shoulders to hug, a fine c**k to stroke, two darling balls to suck on."

Suddenly her thoughts flashed back to better times, to happier times. She envisioned Sam, his lean, hard, finely-chiseled ebony body standing prominently before her, a misty sheen of perspiration covering it from the panting preliminaries in which they had enjoyably engaged. Time and again the aroused black man, her husband, had kissed and hugged her, and after his lips had pushed resolutely against hers for several long and intensely, sublime minutes he switched the action, stepping it up to an even more aroused moment of passion, in which he thrust his stirring tongue forward and let it twist and slide against hers until they were both almost breathless.

Now he threw his rock hard body down on top of her, reaching out and letting his fingers stirringly caress the firm warmth of her supple, inflamed breasts. Every additional moment of contact produced mounting quivering waves of desire that reverberated throughout her entire body, particularly between her legs, in the sensation-ridden valley of her enticingly warm and increasingly moistening vaginal nest.

"OH, HONEY, I NEED IT, I NEED YOU," she gasped. "I WANT IT, OOOHH, HONEY, f**k ME, f**k ME, OOOOOOHHHHHHH, f**k ME!"

He shoved his steaming, rock hard organ forward, heaving a deep sigh of lustful satisfaction as it made its initial penetration within the familiar warmth of her tight, always clasping vaginal. Instinctively Kathy tightened her legs and cunt muscles, lasciviously wiggling her buttocks back and forth, enjoying the hot, determined thrusts of Sam's scalding c**k.

"OOOOOWWWWWEEEEEEEEEE, HOW TIGHT," Sam grunted between panting thrusts, "KEEP WIGGGLLLLLLIIIIIIIING THAT HOT ASS! OH DAMNED, YEAH, f**k UP TO ME, OOOOOOHHHHHHHH, HOW GG-GOOOOOOODDDDDDDD!"

She loved feeling the thunderous warmth of his dominating prick as it stabbed and thrust relentlessly inside the tightness of her vaginal sheath. Her head spun and a procession of flashing lights beamed in her ever widening eyes while her buttocks twisted and churned against the crisp white bed sheets beneath her. She listened to the loud incessant jangling of the bedsprings that their stirringly alive bodies precipitated while the hot, jolting thrusts continued.

Sam reached out and let his huge, warm hands explore the curvaceous surface of her searing buttocks. His fingers clasped her chocolate-colored bottomcheeks while his thundering c**k continued devastating her with its solid, knifing thrusts, and all the while he was pushing that much closer to the explosive moment when the thundering droplets of hot white c**k fluid would spray from the end of his swollen, determined shaft.

While his fingers pushed against the ripeness of Kathy's shapely buttocks, the horny black woman could no longer hold back the floodtide of passion that demanded release.

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH, AAAAAAA-GGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH, IIIII'MMMMMM, TTTTTHHHHHEEEEEEERRRREEEEEEEE!" she loudly gasped.

"I'm right with you," Sam exclaimed.

His fingers pinched more tightly than ever against her wiggling brown bottomcheeks until the thick white stream of emancipating p***s fluid charged from the tip of his cockhead and filled her with overflowing waves of delectably warm juice.

"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH, IIII'MMMMM TTTHHHHEEEEERRRREEEEEEE!" he exclaimed with an air of celebration.

Then Kathy blinked her eyes and suddenly snapped back to the cold harsh realities of the moment. There was no more Sam and she Was once again alone, pitted against the adversities of an indifferent world. It was just her and four bare, cold walls. And, if she didn't come up with the rent real soon, Mrs. Janeway wouldn't take anymore excuses. Out she would go.

Kathy bit her lower lip and began pacing the floor. There had to be a better way. What it was she still didn't know. Maybe she would call Wanda Miller. Wanda was one of her best friends. Her other best friend was Linda Gilstrom. Wanda didn't seem to work much. Maybe Wanda could cue her in on how to pay the bills without having a steady job.

Kathy wondered if maybe Wanda was a secret moll for a gang of bank robbers. She waved that away and laughed. Wanda was probably as short of cash as Kathy was. She would resent being asked about how and where she got her money. Linda seemed a better bet. Linda at least was working.

Kathy went to the refrigerator and took out an orange soda. She liked Shasta best of all. Opening the can, she drank thirstily. Kathy loved the way the bubbles bit as they went down her throat. Nothing like a cool soda on a hot day, she thought. Hot days could be killers. They parched your throat and left it full of dust. Lord knows, there's enough dust in Texas.

She wondered, every day almost, why she had left New York on the advice of her friend Linda Gilstrom. It was Linda who wrote her about how much better job prospects were in Houston than in New York.

"Lord," Kathy said to herself, "I should have been smart enough not to go and listen to her. Give this girl some brains, Lord." She finished the soda and threw the can away.

She knew now that listening to Linda Gilstrom was the damned stupidest thing Kathy had ever done in her life. Not treating her husband right had been another stupid thing.

Now, as she was going through the days of her twenty-ninth year, Kathy Eaton was beginning to see many of the mistakes she had been making. Her mother's words returned to her from thousands of miles and years away.

"You're never as smart as you think, honey. No one is. You grow older and look back and say, what a fool I've been. Then, you grow a bit older and look back at the time when you said you were a fool and realize, sadly perhaps, that you were still a fool while you were saying all those things."

Kathy clenched her fists and wished she had it to do all over again. But you never do. The past is gone. All we have is the present and future. And the present slips away even while you're looking at it. The present moves along with the hands of the clock, ticking away the hours of the day.

Shaking her head, she reached for a pack of Virginia Slims that was lying on the kitchen table, extracted a cigarette, lit it and paced the floor, smoking and thinking. But thinking did nothing. It just went away with the smoke of your cigarette. The next cool wind wiped away the lingering smoke and your thoughts. After that it was all a veiled gray dinginess. A week, ten days from now, she would not be able to remember a quarter of the details of today's thinking.

She stopped and stamped her left foot suddenly in frustration. What was the use of thinking? Thinking never moved mountains. It just gave you a big headache. And that did nothing but help the aspirin manufacturers.