The Wives of Beverly Row 1: Lust Has a New Address (8 page)

“Oh, I’m far from wealthy,” Ariel said. “I got a great settlement but I’ll have to figure out something to do with myself. I spent most of my money on the house.”

“What did you do before?”

“Before I figured out my husband was hiding millions of dollars from me?”

“Did you work?”

“Sure. I ran the gallery with Gabe. It was a passion for both of us. He handled the finances, I curated the art, contacted artists, asked if we could show their work, that sort of thing.”

“Were you good at it?”

“I never knew it, I thought we were broke the whole time, but it turned out I was excellent at it. Gabe always handled the transaction and told me we couldn’t get the commission we wanted, but we made sales all the time. I was good at reading our buyers. I was good at predicting what would sell, what artists would go on to get attention. I can safely say that anyone who ever bought a piece at our gallery made a very good investment.”

“But he managed to pull the wool over your eyes for years?”

“Basically,” Ariel said. She always felt a little stupid when she explained how her husband had managed to hide so much money from her for so long. “I mean, the gallery did okay from the sales we made. We supported ourselves and our life in Pomona. We raised Becky with the money.”

“And where did the other money come from?” Hank said. “The millions?”

“Hank!” Veronica said as she came back into the dining room with the cake. “Sorry, Ariel. It’s in his nature. He’s a forensic accountant. Finding the places people hide money is what he does.”

“I don’t mind,” Ariel said. “You might as well know the whole story. It’s not that exciting really. He just did sales off the books that he never told me about. Artists love making sales they don’t have to declare. That way they don’t have to pay tax on them. Buyers are the same. Often they’re trying to hide money too and secretly buying art is a great way of storing wealth without having it show up in any bank accounts.”

“To me, that’s really interesting,” Hank said. “My firm would probably be willing to pay your husband to show us all his methods.”

“I could mention it to him, I suppose,” Ariel said.

“Please do.”

“To be honest, he’d probably be very reluctant to discuss it. It’s still how he makes his living and it’s not always kosher with the IRS. There’s a huge part of the art world that’s involved in tax evasion and he’s pretty deep into that side of things, especially now that I’m gone. I was the legitimate side of the operation, it appears.”

“If he saw what we’d be willing to pay for his time, he might think twice. Give him my card at least.”

Hank took a business card from his shirt pocket and handed it to Ariel.

“Hank! Really!” Veronica said. “Can’t we have one nice meal without discussing business?”

“I’m sorry,” Hank said, “but give him the card. He’ll be very interested in what I have to say.”

“Hank,” Veronica said. “Tell Ariel about Matt.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Hank said. “I don’t know if she’d be interested in that.”

“In what?” Ariel said.

“Hank’s got a friend he could set you up with.”

“On a date?”

“Yes, on a date. Matt’s a great guy. You’d get on with him like a house on fire.”

“He is a nice guy,” Hank said.

Ariel was surprised. She’d had no idea Veronica was thinking of setting her up with someone.

“Who is he?”

“He’s a contractor,” Veronica said. She said it like that was the sexiest possible answer she could have given.

“He’s done a lot of work for us,” Hank said. “I do the books for his business. We used to go out with him and his wife a lot.”

“He got divorced,” Veronica said. “Trust me. You’ll love him.”

“I don’t know,” Ariel said. “I haven’t really started dating yet.”

“There’s no time like the present,” Veronica said. “He might even be able to arrange that little fantasy you mentioned!”

Ariel’s cheeks blushed bright pink in embarrassment.

“Veronica!” she said.

“Oh, relax. Hank’s heard it all a thousand times. Nothing shocks him about woman anymore.”

“Is that true, Hank?” Ariel said, looking at him in his shirt and tie. “Nothing shocks you?”

“Well, Veronica’s told me some pretty crazy things about herself.”

“So she’s told you about her own little fantasy?”

Now it was Veronica’s turn to look embarrassed. “I’ve told him everything.”

“
Everything
?” Ariel said.

“Well, maybe not everything.”

Hank looked at Veronica questioningly.

“Oh, calm down, Hank. I’ll tell you in bed tonight if you like. It’s just a fetish, not even a fetish, just something I told Ariel it would be fun to try some time.”

XIII

B
ECKY HOPPED UP INTO KYLE’S
pickup truck. She thought it was so sexy that he drove a truck. She couldn’t believe she was sitting right next to him. He looked so hot in his jeans and V-neck shirt. She was glad she’d spent so much time getting ready. She felt pretty and confident and excited.

“So where’s this skatepark?” she said as he pulled out of the driveway.

“Well, the skatepark’s down the hill close to our high school.”

“So what’s up the hill?” Becky said, a mischievous smile on her face.

“I’ll show you!”

Becky sat back and enjoyed the music as Kyle drove up through the hills of Beverly Row and into the Santa Monica mountains. As they climbed higher and higher, the views down into the valley grew ever more spectacular. The road wound it’s way upward, switchbacking back and forth. At places it was very steep. Becky gazed out at the Hollywood sign across the valley.

Eventually, the road came to an end at a little parking lot that overlooked the entire city of Los Angeles. As far as Becky could see, there were lights and buildings twinkling like the stars of a galaxy.

“This is beautiful,” she said.

“You’re beautiful,” Kyle said.

Becky looked at him and blushed.

“Do you really think so, Kyle?”

“Are you kidding me? You’re the hottest girl in our school, by far.”

“Even hotter than the senior girls?”

“Definitely,” Kyle said.

“Even hotter than what’s her name?”

“Sydney?”

“Yes, even hotter than Sydney?” Becky said, referring to the girl with the knee-high socks who she’d had the encounter with earlier.

“Way hotter,” Kyle said, smiling at her. “She’s not even in your league.”

Becky sat back in her seat and looked out over the view of the city. Kyle knew just what to say.

“So,” Kyle said after a minute, “I was wondering if you’d like to make out?”

Becky looked at him and then she nodded, very slightly. Kyle leaned forward and reached around her. She held her breath as he opened her seatbelt. She’d never made out with a boy before. She looked at Kyle and her heart fluttered. She had a huge crush on him. She knew it was crazy, she’d only just met him, but she was sixteen and starry-eyed and he had such strong muscular arms. His neck looked beautiful in the moonlight. She imagined kissing it and almost thought she would faint.

She opened her mouth as he leaned in toward her. His lips touched hers and she closed her eyes. His lips were so soft. She didn’t know what she’d been expecting but the feel of Kyle’s lips was just perfect. It felt even better than she’d imagined her first kiss would feel. She moaned very quietly and then he surprised her by pressing his tongue gently into her mouth. She was really doing it. She was having her first kiss and it was here in this beautiful place with this beautiful, beautiful boy.

She felt the softness of his tongue press against hers and the sensation was almost too much. It was too delicious. It felt soft and sensual and so erotic. She wanted more. She wanted to drink him up. She wanted him to drink her up. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity. Becky felt every delicious movement of Kyle’s tongue in her mouth, every sensuous press of his gorgeous lips against hers. She breathed and moaned and ran her fingers through his hair.

Kyle’s hand reached down to her chest and he cupped her breast through the dress. Becky gasped. It was too much. Everything was too much. No boy had felt her breast before, not ever. Her pussy felt hot and moist between her legs and she wanted to touch herself. Instead she touched Kyle. The bulge between his legs was firm and warm and she pressed on it through his jeans.

“Jesus,” Kyle moaned.

Becky could tell he liked it. She rubbed him through his jeans and he pressed his pelvis forward toward her. She was shocked that she could feel the surge of his penis as it came to full erection. Even under his jeans the bulge was obvious. It almost frightened her.

“Reach inside,” he whispered.

“What?”

“Reach inside my pants.”

Becky didn’t know what to do. She’d never touched a boy’s dick in her life. She liked Kyle but she wasn’t sure how fast she was ready to let things move. At the same time, she was afraid that if she didn’t do what he wanted he might lose interest in her.

She opened the top button of his jeans. He was kissing her neck, his mouth getting lower and lower toward her breasts. It felt so good but she was also a little scared. She hadn’t been expecting all of this. She pulled open his jeans and saw his boxer shorts, his penis erect underneath the thin layer of cotton like a tent pole. Kyle was touching her breasts through her dress, licking and kissing her neck and she felt like she was on fire. She was scared but she knew that she liked what was happening. She liked it a lot and she didn’t want it to stop. Not ever.

“Yes,” she moaned as he pulled down the neckline of her dress, exposing her bra.

“Can I kiss your breasts?” he whispered.

She thought for a moment before answering. Things were moving fast, too fast. She’d never been in this position before. She’d never allowed a boy to even see her breasts and now Kyle wanted to kiss them!

“Yes,” she whispered.

Kyle undid her bra, the clip was in the front, and it opened to reveal her two pert little breasts. Becky prayed he liked them. Her nipples were tiny and erect and when Kyle bent down and took one of them into his mouth, she almost started to cry. There was so much sensation rushing through her body. Her vagina was wet and hot. She was ready to make love, at least physically she was ready. Emotionally, she wasn’t so sure.

Kyle sucked tenderly on her nipple and licked the areola around it in such a way that she almost wanted to cry in pleasure. She reached down and grabbed his dick through his shorts and was amazed at how big and hard it was. She’d never imagined that a man’s penis would feel like that. It felt like it was made of solid wood. She saw why people called them boners now. The firmness of it, the size of it, it felt like a weapon.

She leaned back in the seat and looked down over the valley, its millions of lights twinkling like a Christmas tree. Kyle continued to suck gently on her nipples. The sensation that Becky felt built up in a way that she had never experienced before. And then Kyle put his hand up her skirt and touched the outside of her panties. She knew she was wet and she prayed he didn’t mind. He pulled her panties forward and reached with his finger into the mouth of her vagina. She was soaking and felt terrified that it would gross him out.

“Oh my God,” she cried.

“Are you alright?”

She didn’t know what to say. If she didn’t tell him to stop, he’d keep going, but if she told him to stop it would all be over, and she didn’t want it to be over.

“Just go slow,” she whispered.

While Kyle continued sucking on her nipples, his finger began to slip back and forth into her wet, succulent pussy. She was throbbing with desire. She’d pleasured herself before with her hand but it had never felt like this. This was completely different. Kyle’s finger felt so good in there. Becky had never imagined anything like it.

“Kiss me,” she cried.

Kyle kissed her and Becky knew as he was doing it that she was about to have the first orgasm of her life with a boy. She opened her mouth and took his tongue with a fierce passion. At the same time, she thrust her slender pelvis forward toward Kyle’s finger and began to feel the electrifying convulsions of her orgasm rush through her young body.

“Oh god,” she cried out.

“Are you coming?”

“Oh god,” she cried out, louder.

Kyle began slipping his finger into her more vigorously when he realized he was bringing her to climax. For Becky, the sensations of that orgasm were eye-opening. She’d never imagined that anything could feel so intense in all her life. The orgasms seemed to originate from deep inside her body and then rush forward like a surge of electricity or a wave crashing on a beach. She almost imagined that she heard the sound of an ocean wave crashing as the convulsions of orgasm pulsed through her erogenous zones.

“Jesus Christ,” she said when the orgasm finally subsided.

“Jesus,” Kyle repeated.

“That was my first time ever doing that,” Becky said immediately, and wrapped her arms around Kyle. She wasn’t sure why, maybe it was the burst of emotion she felt, but she began to cry.

“Hey,” Kyle said soothingly, “are you alright, sweetie?”

“I’m alright,” she sobbed. “I’m fine, Kyle. I just feel, I don’t know, really really satisfied.”

Kyle smiled.

“I’ll tell you a secret if you don’t tell anyone,” he whispered in her ear.

“What?”

“That was the first time I ever did that too.”

“Really?”

“No kidding. I’ve made out with girls, but that was the first time I ever made a girl come. It was the first time I ever touched a girl
down there
.”

“Oh gosh,” Becky said, “I feel so embarrassed now.”

“No!” Kyle protested, “don’t feel embarrassed at all. Sweetie, it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been surer of anything.”

Becky sat back and caught her breath. Kyle held her hand, tenderly. They looked down over the glittering valley.

“It’s really beautiful up here,” she said. “Thank you for taking me here.”

“You’re really beautiful,” Kyle said.