Hell Hath No Fury Ch. 14byD.C. Roi©
Heidi awakened in the morning and sat up in bed. She realized there had been no obscene phone calls, so she'd slept through the night, and was rested for the first time since the harassing calls had begun. She allowed herself to feel a little bit hopeful. Maybe he'd decided to stop. Maybe the quick appearance of the police had frightened him away. Maybe he wouldn't be back.
Hoping against hope that her terrifying ordeal had ended, Heidi got up, showered, dressed, had breakfast, then she headed for school.
She drove to school, unaware that Tim was shadowing her in his pickup truck, and walked into the school building. Milt Bingham didn't greet her, which surprised her. In fact, she didn't see him around anywhere. She stopped at the office to pick up her mail.
"Did you hear?" Lina Dewey, the secretary, asked.
"Hear what?" Heidi asked.
"Mr. Bingham's parents were killed last night," the secretary said.
"My God, how?" Heidi asked.
"It was a car crash. Apparently a drunk driver hit them head on," Lina said. "I don't know all the details. All I know is that Mr. Williams said Mr. Bingham wouldn't be here for at least a week, maybe two."
"My God!" Heidi said. Although she didn't really want a relationship with Milt, she did like him as a friend, and she felt terrible about what had happened to his parents. "And I thought I had problems," she mused. "Where do they live?" she asked the secretary. "Mr. Bingham's parents, I mean."
"I think they lived in Florida," the secretary said.
"Do you have an address? I think I'd like to send him some flowers or something," Heidi said.
"I don't," Lina told her, "but I'll check with Mr. Williams. I think it would be good if the school sent flowers, don't you? I mean, Mr. Bingham is really sweet."
Heidi nodded. "Yes," she said, "he certainly is." She walked down the hall to her office. She'd only been there a few minutes when the phone rang.
She picked it up. "Heidi Tate," she said.
"Hi, Heidi, this is Bob Samuelson," a male voice said.
Heidi felt a rush of warmth. Memories of the evening she'd spent at his home flashed through her mind. "Ah...hi, Bob, what can I do for you?" Heidi asked.
"Joanna's away, I thought you might like to have dinner with me tonight," he said.
"At...at your house?" Heidi asked. She'd made up her mind she wasn't going to see Bob, or sleep with him, again. She had convinced herself that, since he was married, sleeping with him again was definitely not a good idea.
"I thought maybe we could go to the Hilldale House," Bob said. "It's very nice."
"Oh," Heidi said. Maybe he was just asking her out for dinner. If they went to a restaurant, that should be safe enough. And it would be nice to get out, to do something that would help take her mind off the horror she'd been going through the past few weeks. "I...I'd love to, Bob," she said.
"Wonderful. I'll pick you up about six-thirty," he said.
Anticipation of a relaxing evening with Bob made the day go quickly for Heidi. She drove home after school, did a little paperwork, then got ready to go out to dinner. She got out a lavender silk suit and lace t-shirt. To go with it, she donned a scanty purple bra and lacy purple scanty briefs.
Bob was punctual. At six-thirty, her doorbell rang. Heidi opened the door and liked the way his eyes widened when he saw her.
"Wow," he said, "You look terrific."
"Ah...thanks," Heidi said.
They walked out to his car, he held the door for her, and she got in. "Did you get a new car?" she asked.
"This is a rental," Bob replied. "A few days ago, somebody broke into my garage and vandalized mine. It's in the shop being repainted."
"My God!" Heidi said. "That's crazy."
"I understand you've had some problems, too," he said. "Obscene phone calls, people shooting at your house. God! It makes what happened to me seem like nothing."
"Yes," she admitted. "I can't understand who's doing this to me, or why. It's really terrifying. I mean, you don't expect things like that to happen here in Jamestown."
"Well, you're safe with me," Bob said.
They arrived at the restaurant, turned the car over to the valet parking attendant, then went inside. Neither of them was aware of the pickup truck following them.
Tim parked his truck in the far corner of the lot. "I guess Heidi's dating," he thought, a little dispirited. "I wonder who this guy is?" Pangs of jealousy flashed through his mind. It was his night off and he was determined to keep watching over Heidi, even if that meant having to endure the pain of seeing her going out with someone else.
The Hilldale House was a small, trendy place, known for it's intimate atmosphere and excellent food. There were booths along one of the interior walls, tables in the middle, and a bar along the other wall. The decor was hand-hewn and rustic. Heidi and Bob were seated in a corner booth. It was extremely dim in the booth.
"I feel a little strange about this," Heidi said as she slid into the booth.
"Why?" Bob asked.
"I guess it's just that I can't get over being uncomfortable about the fact that you're married," Heidi told him. "I mean, what we did was...it was wrong, Bob."
"Heidi, I told you, that's not a problem," he said. "What you and I do has nothing to do with my marriage. Besides, what harm is there in having a nice dinner?"
"That sounds good, and maybe he even believes it," Heidi thought, "But I don't. Even if what we did doesn't bother him, it does bother me." "I...I guess it's just something I'll have to get used to," she told him.
The waitress brought menus, took their order for cocktails, then left them to decide which of the eatery's delicacies they wanted.
Heidi held the menu in front of her, trying to decide what to order. While she studied the listing of foods, she felt something brush against the side of her breast and a thrill shot through her.
She looked down and saw her companion's hand lying on the side of her breast. "Bob!" she whispered. "Don't do that!"
"Nobody can see what I'm doing as long as you hold the menu up in front of you like that," Bob whispered in reply. He became bolder, his hand searching for, then finding, one of her erecting nipples. He began caressing it through the soft material of her blouse.
"Ohhhhhh!!!!" Heidi moaned. Despite her determination not to sleep with Bob again, she couldn't help being thrilled by the fact that he was teasing her now-turgid nipple, and that he was doing it here, in the restaurant. She continued to hold the menu up in front of her, but she couldn't focus on it any more. It was trembling because she was trembling. On top of that, she felt trapped. She didn't know how to get out of this fix without causing an embarrassing scene in the restaurant.
"What are you going to have?" Bob asked calmly, while his fingers continued to rub back and forth over her nipple.
Heidi couldn't believe how calm Bob sounded. His hand was driving her wild! "Ahh...I...Ahhhh!!! I...I think...I...I'll have the...the Uhhhhhh!!!!...Chicken...Cordon...Bleu," she stammered. "Ohhhh!!! Bob! Do you have any idea what that's doing to me? Please, don't do this to me!"
"Why should I stop? You like it, don' t you?" Bob replied, grinning. He had no intention of stopping. He loved the way she was trembling. He knew Heidi was getting turned on, and that's exactly what he wanted. He had every intention of getting her in his bed once more. When the waitress came to take their order, Heidi put her menu down and he dropped his hand to her lap.
Heidi, grateful that she was getting some relief from Bob's maddening caresses, leaned back in the booth, flushed and breathing hard. She hoped she'd be able to calm herself down enough to order, but she quickly discovered that he had another surprise in store for her.
The waitress set their drinks in front of them. "Are you folks ready to order, now?" she asked.
Heidi was stunned when Bob's hand slipped between her thighs, then began to move upward, pushing her skirt ahead of it. Before she could do or say anything, his fingers nudged the center panel of her panties aside, then slid into her and began plunging, while his thumb caressed her clit. What he was doing now was really driving her wild. If he kept it up, she wouldn't be able to help herself, she'd have an orgasm, right there in the restaurant, in front of the waitress.
"The lady would like the Chicken Cordon Bleu," Bob said calmly, "I think I'll have Filet Mignon, medium rare. We'll have baked potatoes and house dressing on our salads."
"Very good, sir," the waitress said. She turned and left, looking a bit puzzled.
Heidi clutched Bob's hand and tried to pull it from between her legs, but she didn't have enough strength to do so. All she could do was hang on to his arms while his fingers continued stirring her insides, driving her closer and closer to coming. "Oh, God...I...I can't stop myself!" she thought, "I'm going to come! It...it feels so good! Ohhhhhh!!! I'm going to comme!!!"
Bob felt Heidi's thighs clamping and releasing, then her hips began to undulate. Her grip on his arm tightened and her head rolled back.
Her chest heaving, biting her lip, Heidi came. It took every last bit of self-control she could gather to keep from screaming out in ecstasy, but she somehow managed not to. Only her rapid, deep gasps and trembling of her body indicated the level of delight she experienced as his hand did splendid things to her. Finally, the intense feelings waned.
Bob felt Heidi relax and took his fingers from her. He patted her thigh softly, pulled her skirt down, then leaned he over, kissed her on the cheek, and whispered, "Did you like your appetizer?"
"Bob, you're awful!" she gasped. "That...what you did, it was crazy!"
"Admit it, you loved it," he responded. "You did like it, didn't you?"
Reluctantly, Heidi nodded. "I felt as if I were going to melt and flow under the table," she said.
They sat there, talking about school and the bizarre things that had happened to both of them for a while. When their food arrived, their conversation continued while they ate their meal.
"Why did you do that to me?" Heidi asked Bob as they ate.
Bob shrugged. "I honestly don't know," he said. "I guess the only answer I can give you is that it seemed like a good idea at the time. It was wild, wasn't it?"
"It was intense," Heidi said. "I suppose the danger of discovery was what made it so incredibly intense."
They finished their meal, then got in Bob's car and headed out of the parking lot.
Tim, half asleep in his truck, almost missed them. When the car with Heidi in it went by, he started the engine, pulled out of the lot, and followed.
"Would you like to stop at my house for a drink?" Bob asked Heidi as they drove back toward Jamestown.
"Ah...yes, I guess so," Heidi replied. His impetuous sex play in the restaurant, as wonderful as it had been, had weakened her resolve and left her wanting more. If Bob didn't have a problem with cheating on his wife, she might as well take advantage of the opportunity being offered to her. "Heidi Tate, you're rationalizing and you know it," the voice of her conscience told her. She chose to ignore it.
Bop pulled into his driveway, shut off the car, and kissed her. They got out of the car and walked into the house.
Inside the house, Bob immediately took Heidi in his arms. "I want you, Heidi" he said. "I want you desperately."
Their lips met in a torrid, searching kiss and their bodies pressed together.
"Let's go upstairs," Bob whispered when the kiss ended.
When they got to the master bedroom he lovingly undressed her and she performed the same exciting service for him.
Once their clothes were off, they tumbled into the king-sized bed. Bob's lips immediately went to Heidi's protruding nipples and her hands sought his erection. They proceeded to slowly, joyfully, explore, caress, and arouse each other.
Bob, already turned on from their naughty sex-play in the restaurant, was really turned on and needed Heidi badly.
Heidi's excitement had rapidly built to a level of near-frenzy under his expert love-making. She rolled on her back and pulled him on top of her.
Bob didn't have to be told what Heidi wanted because he wanted exactly the same thing. His erection, sandwiched between them, slid up her belly. He needed her, needed her badly. Her rigid nipples jabbed into his chest as he lay atop her.
"Take me, Bob!" Heidi urged, "Take me now!" Her voice was filled with urgency and her body was moving sinuously, driven by intense need.
Bob raised his hips, then lowered them, and felt his rigid shaft slide into the warm dampness at Heidi's center. He was in her!
"Yesssss!!! Oh, Bob!!! Yessssss!!!!" Heidi groaned, "That's what I need!!!!"
Bob began to move his hips. Heidi responded ardently and, their bodies straining against each other, they began to exchange the utmost in erotic sensations.
Heidi's passion reached a crescendo, then she felt explosions of bliss detonating inside her. "Yessssssss!!!! Yesssssss!!!!!" she cried, her body spasming. "Bob!!!! Take me!!! Take meeeeeeeeeee!!!!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" Bob cried as he exploded his hot juices into Heidi's rocking, twisting body.
Afterward, still glowing from the wonderful feelings they'd shared, they lay in each other's arms.
Heidi kissed Bob. "You are such a wonderful lover!" she said. "I...I just wish I didn't feel so guilty after I've been with you."
"You're wonderful, too, Heidi," Bob replied. "I wish there was something I could say that would make you stop feeling so guilty." He pulled her against him and their lips locked in a longing, passionate kiss.
"I really need to get home," Heidi said after the kiss ended. "Tonight was really wonderful, but I've got school tomorrow."
"Thank you for a lovely evening," Bob said, and kissed her again.
They got up, dressed, and Bob drove her home.
Tim sat in his truck, watching as Heidi kissed the man she was with, then got out of the car. He wrote down the car's license number, intending to check on it later. He watched the woman he adored walk into her house. Lights went on, then off.
"She must be asleep," he thought. He couldn't stop himself from having memories of exactly how her bedroom, and Heidi, looked.
Shifting position a little, the young man tried to get comfortable as he sat in the truck, watching the home of a woman he cared for deeply, but who seemed to be unattainable to him.