CHAPTER THREE
IT WAS WORSE THAN RITA EXPECTED. AL was clumsy-big, like Bill was big-but clumsy and in a hurry. He pushed his hand inside the low neck of her blouse and under her bra cup and his fingers poked aside the tissue of her breast and hurt her as he clawed the whole mound into his palm. His skin was callused; it scratched her n****e. But he kneaded as he smothered her with his thick lips and she felt the prickle of early excitement shoot through her to lodge in her crotch. She leaned back in the chair with her eyes closed, aware that two of the buttons on her blouse had popped off and that the fastener of her bra had given way. And she felt her blouse peeled back and her bra pulled off and knew that she was as exposed as Cora and Elsie had been.
There was heat at her crotch; Al's
