Free The Darkness Rolling by Win Blevins Page A

to the bedroom. She looked like she was going to fall backward on the bed, and then she said, ‘You first.’”
    Linda motioned with a cupped hand, “Come on, come on,” and she grinned.
    “After I’d stripped completely, I laid down on the bed. She took her time looking at my crotch, which was at full alert. Then she dropped her robe, all at once, and was stark-naked.
    “It’s hard to look shy when you’re naked, but she did, and she reached out to me. I took her hand, kissed her, rolled her onto her back, which she seemed glad about in a way, but she crossed her legs. Then she drew my mouth down to one breast. The rest you know.”
    “Details!” said Linda.
    “What can I say? We did the usual things, I mean the basic thing, and she acted shy and girlish the whole time. Actually, she acted like she was ashamed and lapping up the adventure all at once. We finished pretty quick. Simple and straightforward.”
    “Missionary position.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Noisy.”
    “Never. It didn’t take her long, or me.”
    “It doesn’t really sound like a great lay,” said Linda.
    “Well, the great part was that she asked me back just about every weekday.”
    “Ever get beyond the basics?”
    “Never. Our routine was do the deed and then eat egg salad at her kitchen table in the nude while she told me about her life. Her husband was a salesman, on the road five days a week. She said, ‘I know he has honeys here and there, but I don’t know how many.
    “‘For a while now,’ Annie said, ‘I’ve wanted revenge. And, big boy, you are revenge on the half shell.’ She tilted her head, pursed her lips, and said, ‘I want you to screw me again, harder this time.’”
    I couldn’t believe I was telling anyone this stuff, much less a woman I’d just met, much less a movie star.
    Linda gave me that Get on with it gesture again.
    “And then…”
    I had hit a brick wall.
    “Yaz- zie ?”
    “She came up with some wild fantasies. She liked to pretend her husband set this up and was hiding in the closet, watching us through a hole drilled in the sliding doors.”
    “That excited you.”
    “Her too. Weird, isn’t it?”
    “No. How long did it last?”
    “About a month. Then one day Annie just said, ‘Sorry, it’s lost its charge.’ Her husband had gotten interested in her again, and she felt the same way. I was actually sorry to let her go.”
    “The thought of screwing the hell out of another man’s wife fired you up.”
    I mulled. “Yeah, that must have been part of it. When I think about it now, the whole thing really wasn’t a big deal.”
    “Liar.”
    Actually, I was. I’d made up the whole story.
    Linda smiled and said, “How about screwing another man’s wife right now?”
    The words flashed neon in the air between us.
    Linda said, “I’ll do the things no one has done to you.”
    And in a blink it came out. “Yes.”
    She was already on her feet and walking. I hurried along behind. When Julius stood, she said, “I won’t need you for a while.” I trailed her up the winding stairs to the door of her room. There she turned straight to me, took both my hands, and said, “Midshipman, I’m glad you’re six feet six inches. But I’m mostly interested in checking out those six inches.”
    When she closed the door behind us, Linda Darnell—Linda Darnell!—swept me into her storm.
    She sat on the bed and undid my pants, took hold of me, and smiled. Then she said, “Sailor, it is time to go on an adventure.”
    She was totally direct and over-the-top frisky. She led us both to the Long Beach Pike and took us on the Ferris wheel, the roller coaster, through the fun house and the penny arcades, and finally gave us the Diving Bell. Several times. She was the bandleader, and I loved dancing to her beat.
    Neither of us gave a damn about lunch. We split the day between our play and long talks. I don’t think I ever told anyone so much about myself in such a short time. And, by God, we did become