Edgefield & Sutherland 03

Edgefield & Sutherland 3: Ain't Nobody Here But Us Chickens

San Francisco Chronicle | April 18, 1945

S. F. YOUTH CITED FOR BRAVERY ON LUZON

Pfc. Jonathan R. Edgefield, a graduate of Abraham Lincoln High School and son of famed Eddy Street private investigator Helen Edgefield, has been awarded the Bronze Star Medal for valor on the Villa Verde Trail.

Division headquarters reported that Edgefield's commanding officer fell wounded with the squad pinned down on a narrow ridge under heavy enemy machine gun fire. The San Francisco soldier twice crossed the open ground, brought one man to cover, and returned under fire for the second. Both were saved. The position was held.

Pfc. Edgefield is currently serving with the Army's 32nd Division in the Pacific theater. When reached for comment, Ms. Edgefield said she was not surprised by her son's heroism and asked only for his safe and speedy return home.

She didn't close the door.

The hall light cut a clean stripe across Ruby's bare ass and the backs of her thighs, and across me, still buried in her, still coming, with one hand firmly locked on her hip. The niece stood in it a second with the towels hugged up under her chest. Blonde, blue eyed, about my age. Blue cardigan over a faded homemade dress that pulled tight across her.

Jesus Christ.

She looked like trouble. Big tits, narrow waist, hips that filled the doorway. Arms lean from real work. Long legs.

She didn't move.

She looked at the place where I was still inside Ruby. Then my face. Then Ruby's crooked glasses.

"Way I see it... you got two choices," she said. Voice even. "I can call the cops and tell them you checked in under fake names at my aunt's place... or... you can let me play too."

The room shrank.

Ruby's voice came out steady... a little rough.

"Please close the door. Ain't nobody here but us chickens."

The niece looked at her a second. Then she reached back, caught the knob with two fingers, and pulled it shut. The hall light cut off. Towels stayed against her chest. She locked the door.

I eased out of Ruby slow. Still hard enough it felt risky. Cum ran down the inside of her thigh. Skirt bunched at her waist... blouse open... hair half out of its pins. She turned, fixed her glasses with one finger, and looked at the young woman. Studying her.

Then she walked across the room.

She took the towels out of the niece's arms and set them on the scarred table. Her hand went to the small of the girl's back... and stayed there. The girl went with her. Ruby walked her the few steps over to the iron bed and put her down on the edge of it. The homemade dress pulled tight across her hips as she sat. Blue cardigan still buttoned. Eyes on me the whole time.

Ruby stayed standing.

"All right. Let's play," she said.

I dropped into the chair by the window and found the pack in my shirt. Hands were steady enough. The match flared, the cigarette caught, and the first drag scraped my throat.

Across the street DeWitt's kitchen was still lit. Looked like him and the girl in the black dress had fallen asleep on the couch. I kept my eyes on the room I was actually in.

Ruby sat down on the edge of the iron bed beside her. Skirt still bunched, blouse pulled together with one hand. She crossed her legs, fixed a pin in her hair, and looked at the girl over her glasses.

"What's your name?" she asked.

The girl set her hands on her knees. The homemade dress pulled tighter across her thighs.

"Sam," she said. Then she caught herself. "I mean Samantha. Samantha Kline."

Ruby smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Sam. You have a beautiful name." She tipped her head toward me without looking. "I'm Ruby Sutherland. Private investigator. This is my partner, Jon Edgefield. The truth is... we're actually on a stakeout at the moment... watching a possible person of interest across the street. Homicide case. Sorry about the fake names on the register."

Sam blinked. Surprise hit her face first.

"Private investigator? Wait a minute. Edgefield? As in... Jon Edgefield? From Lincoln High?"

I looked at her again. Really looked. Nothing was ringing a bell.

"I'm sorry," I said. "Do we know each other?"

She smiled. Then she giggled, one hand coming up to her mouth.

"Sort of. I mean... I was a senior when you were still a freshman. But I noticed you. A lot of us older girls did." Her eyes went bright. "You're Helen Edgefield's son, right?"

Shit. Sam Kline. Of fucking course. It was all coming back to me now.

"Oh wow," I said. "Sam. Um... how are you?"

Her blue eyes went to Ruby, then back to me. The smile was gone.

"Better now that you and your... aunt... are here."

Ruby made a small sound. Almost a laugh.

"Well," she said, looking from Sam to me and back. "Little class reunion here tonight."

Sam grinned, but didn't laugh. She looked at me. Eyes steady. Real longing there. She didn't blink it away.

Ruby let it sit. Then she put a hand on Sam's knee.

"Tell you what, Sam. You can play with us. But no more talk about calling the cops. Deal?"

Sam nodded once. Hair shifted. She didn't look at Ruby. Still looking at me.

Ruby turned her head.

"Edgefield," she said. "Would you like to see me kiss our new friend Sam?"

I nodded.

That was enough.

She leaned in and Sam met her halfway. Not shy. Sam's hand came up into her auburn hair and knocked a pin loose. Ruby made a small sound against her mouth and kissed her deep and didn't let up. They sank back onto the iron bed. Springs complained. I did not. Sam's blue cardigan bunched in Ruby's fist. Ruby's glasses went crooked again. She didn't fix them.

Clothes started coming off between kisses.

Ruby shrugged her blouse off first, then worked the buttons of Sam's dress without looking, mouth still on Sam's. The front of the homemade dress fell open. Sam's breasts spilled out, nipples already tight. Ruby pushed her wool skirt down over her hips and kicked it somewhere toward the door.

Sam took longer. The homemade dress stuck at her waist for a second... and then it was up and off with the cardigan. Big tits, wide hips, full ass settling back onto the mattress as she pulled Ruby down on top of her. Blonde hair spread on the cheap pillow. She kissed Ruby hard.

I put the cigarette out.

Belt was already open. I freed myself and wrapped a hand around my cock and stroked slow while I watched them. Wet sound of their mouths. Ruby's soft body pressed against Sam's. Sam's hands sliding down Ruby's back her ass... squeezing... pulling her closer. Ruby's thigh pushed between Sam's. Somebody moaned. Might have been both of them.

Across the street, DeWitt's light was still on.

But I didn't look away.

Ruby kissed her way down out of Sam's mouth.

She stopped at Sam's neck and stayed there, mouth on the pulse... one hand spread over her waist. Sam's head tipped back on the pillow. Blonde hair everywhere. Her breasts rose with her breath, shifting when she arched.

"Oh," Sam said. Small.

Ruby looked at one breast. Then the other. Then she glanced over her shoulder at me, glasses crooked, that small smile, and went back to work.

She took Sam's left tit in her mouth.

She sealed her lips around the nipple and sucked, slow. Sam's whole body answered. A sound came out of her that she tried to bite off. Ruby didn't let her. She sucked harder, tongue working, free hand lifting the other breast. Thumb on the nipple. The weight of it filled her palm. Ruby made a low sound against her skin and switched, dragging her mouth across, then taking the right nipple and pulling at it until it slipped free. She caught it again.

Sam's hands found Ruby's hair. Not pushing. Holding. One pin hit the floor.

"God," Sam whispered. "Your mouth."

Ruby sucked like she was staying. Drew the nipple in deep, let it go, licked a slow circle, then sucked again. Her other hand stayed on the left one, squeezing, rolling the wet nipple between her fingers. Sam's thighs opened on the mattress. Homemade dress was gone. Nothing left but skin. The blue cardigan having fallen off the side of the bed. Her hips settled deeper into the springs. I could see the muscle in her stomach jump every time Ruby's mouth pulled.

I stroked myself but didn't speed up. If I sped up I was definitely going to jizz on my own goddamn shoes and miss the whole show.

Ruby kissed lower.

Under Sam's breast. The soft place above the navel, then the smooth run of skin down to her hips. One hand stayed on a breast, thumb still working the nipple. The other slid down the outside of her thigh and pressed it wider. Sam let it. Her knee bent. Her foot found the iron rail. Blonde curls between her legs... already dark at the center. I could smell her from the chair. Soap and heat.

Ruby looked at Sam's pussy. Then she looked at me.

"Watch," she said.

She lowered her head and put her mouth on Sam.

First lick was slow. Flat tongue, bottom to top. Sam's hips jerked. Ruby put a forearm across them and held her to the bed, not rough... and licked her again. Longer. Two fingers, then her mouth on her clit. Gentle at first.

Sam made a sound I felt in my cock.

"Oh... oh, that's... Ruby..."

Ruby hummed against her. Sam's hand slapped the mattress and caught a handful of sheets. Her other hand stayed in Ruby's auburn hair... knuckles a little white. Ruby's ass was up in the air at the foot of the bed, bare, skirt long gone, and every time she dipped her head it shifted. Glasses sliding. She didn't stop to fix them. Tongue working in small strokes... then a suck... her fingers eased inside, one and then two, curling... mouth still on Sam's clit.

Wet sounds. A streetcar somewhere toward Third could be heard off in the distance, once, and then it was gone. Sam's breathing went ragged. Breasts shook when her hips tried to rise and Ruby's arm held them down. I could see Ruby's tongue. Sam's thigh trembling against Ruby's cheek, that long muscle jumping, her foot flexing on the rail.

"Don't stop," Sam said. Completely wrecked. "Please don't stop. Right there. God, right there."

Ruby didn't stop.

She sucked harder. Fucked her slowly with those two fingers. Blonde head thrown back, mouth open... eyes fixed on the ceiling. The bed talked. Ruby's breasts swayed under her as she worked, brushing Sam's thigh.

I sat in the chair with my cock in my fist and the cigarette dead in the tray... and watched them.

"Captain Edgefield."

Ruby's voice came up off the bed. She lifted her mouth from Sam, chin wet, glasses crooked, two fingers still easing in and out of the girl slow. She looked at me over her frames.

"Front and center. Now."

Holy fuck. Am I about to fuck two women?

I stood up. Cock in my hand... hard enough it ached. Chair creaked when I left it. Three steps and I was at the foot of the iron bed... and Sam was looking at me between her own breasts... blonde hair messy and wild... stomach still jumping every time Ruby's fingers curled.

Ruby drew her fingers out. She wiped them on the inside of Sam's thigh, then sat back on her heels at the edge of the mattress. Breasts resting on her stomach. Auburn hair half down. She looked at me.

"Shoes off, Edgefield. All the way."

I kicked them off. Pants. Shirt. All of it. The room was cool on my skin, but it didn't matter. Sam's eyes went down my body and stayed on my cock. She bit her lip.

"He's a big boy," she said. Almost to herself.

"He is," Ruby said. Fond. "And you're going to take him. Not all at once, of course. But you're going to let him in. Inch by inch." She patted the mattress beside Sam's hip. "Come here, Captain. On your knees. Between her legs. Don't put it in until I say."

I climbed onto the bed. The springs whined for me, too. Sam's thighs opened, warm, that ass shifting down the sheet to meet me. I could feel the heat of her before I touched her. Ruby's spit. Her own wetness. The smell of the two of them in a room together.

Ruby settled into the chair I had left. She didn't cross her legs. She spread them, one foot on the floor, one heel hooked on the rung, and slid a hand down over her soft stomach to her pussy. Two fingers. Slow circles. Watching us.

"Kiss her first," she said. "You skipped that part."

I leaned down and kissed Sam. She tasted like Ruby. She kissed back hard, arms coming up around my neck, those breasts flattening against my chest, nipples dragging. Her hips rolled up and the head of my cock slid through her lips... not in... just there... and she made a needy little sound into my mouth.

"Not yet," Ruby said. Her fingers didn't stop. "Sam. Reach down. Take the Captain in your hand. Feel what you're about to enjoy. That's it. Good. Now line him up. He always needs a little direction. Right at the top. Jon... you stay still. If you push into that pussy of hers before I say... well... then you can just go blow your load out in the hallway, Buster Brown. And then I'll have her all to myself."

Sam's hand was small and hot around me. She rubbed the head against herself, up, down, up... and her breath broke.

"Please, Ruby. He's right there," she whispered.

"I know he is." Ruby's voice had gone a little lower. "Sam... tilt your hips. Jon... give her the head. Just the head. Then wait."

I pushed. The head spread her and sank in... tight... hotter than I was ready for... and her whole body clenched around just that much of me. She gasped.

"Oh God. Thank you, Jesus!"

"Breathe," Ruby said. "You're all right. He's thick. You can take it. Right? Another inch or so, Edgefield. Slow. I want to see you go in."

I gave her another inch. Then another. Sam's eyes went wide and then half shut. Back arched. Her tits shook. I watched myself disappear into her... blonde curls parting... until I was buried. She held me there. Tight. Different from Ruby.

"Stay," Ruby said.

I stayed. My arms shook with it.

Ruby rubbed her clit a little faster. I could hear it. "Sam. How does he feel, honey?"

"Full," Sam said. Wrecked. "Really... really full. Like I can't... like if he keeps thrusting into me... into my... oh my god you feel so good, Jon... I'm going to..."

"Don't get her too excited too quick, Jon" Ruby looked at me. "Short strokes, baby. Don't pull all the way out. This isn't a race. Let her feel you. And talk to her. Talk to her like you talk to me."

I drew back an inch and pushed in. Sam moaned. Did it again, deeper... wet sound was obscene in the quiet room. Her legs came up around my waist. Ankles against my ass. I put a hand on one breast and it filled my palm, her nipple hard against my thumb.

"That's it," Ruby murmured. "I love to watch you take her. God, Jon. Look at that little waist on her. Look at those big tits bounce. You're doing so well... both of you. Sam... rock up to meet him. Don't just lie there like a postage stamp. There. There you go."

I found a rhythm. Not fast. Deep enough the head of my cock hit the edge of her and she made a sound every time. The bed was screaming now. Her breasts bounced against my chest. I could feel Ruby's eyes on the place Sam and I were joined... and it made me harder... which I seriously didn't think was fucking possible.

"Faster now," Ruby said. Her own breath had changed. "She can take it faster. Hold her hips, Edgefield. Those hips. Use them. That's what they're for."

I gripped her hips and fucked her properly. The sound got wetter. Sam's head tossed on the pillow. She said my name like she'd been saying it in her head since Lincoln High.

"Jon... yes, Jon... please... right there..."

"Talk to me," Ruby said. "Tell me how she feels. I want to hear it while I play with my pussy."

I had to swallow before I could talk. Sam clenched around me and the words almost left me entirely.

"She feels... different," I said. "Amazing. Tight... God, she's so tight... hot... like she's never had anybody this deep before. Every time I push in she grabs me. It's... so fucking good. She's... goddamn... Sam, you're fucking incredible."

Sam made a broken sound that might have been a laugh. "I noticed you, Jon Edgefield" she gasped. "I told you I noticed you."

"You did," Ruby said. "And now you have him. Put your hand between your thighs, Sam. Rub your clit. He's not a mind reader. There you go. Circles, sweetheart. While he fucks you. Don't you dare stop."

Sam's fingers slipped down. I felt them against my cock every time I drove in, slippery, frantic. Her pussy fluttered. Ruby's hand was a blur between her own thighs now... breasts rising.... eyes locked on us.

"You're going to come with him inside you," she said to Sam. "Not after. Jon, when she starts, you don't pull out. You give it to her. All of it. Fill her up. I want to see it."

"Ruby..."

"That's an order."

Sam went first. It rolled up through her from the fingers on her clit and the cock buried deep inside her.... and she cried out... back arching... tits pushed up into my hands, pussy clamping down hard and dragging the cum right out of me. I groaned against her face and drove in deep and stayed there... pulsing... pumping into her while she shook and took the Lord's name in vain against my ear. I emptied myself. Or at least I thought I did. Hips kept jerking. She took every drop.

My ears were ringing.

I stayed inside her... breathing like I'd run the ridge again. Sam's hands loosened on my back. She laughed once... dazed... and kissed me.

Ruby was still in the chair. Fingers shining. Not finished. She looked at the place where I was still buried inside Sam... at the mess already coming out around me... and smiled.

"Got any left for me, handsome?" she said. "Or has our new friend here made you forget all about your sweet Aunt Ruby?"

I eased out of Sam. Wet. Cum followed, down over her ass to the sheet. She watched it go, eyes heavy, but didn't close her legs.

I looked at Ruby.

I was still hard. Aching, sensitive, not even close to done. The sight of her in that chair with her thighs open and her glasses crooked did it.

"Turn around," I said. "My turn."

Her eyebrow went up.

She stood. The few steps to the bed. She bent over the edge of it beside Sam, forearms on the mattress, her ass tipped up, thighs apart, stomach pressed to the sheet. She looked back over her shoulder.

"Well?" she said. "Do you see what I have to put up with here, Sam? Don't keep a lady waiting, Jon. It's unbecoming."

I pushed into her in one long stroke.

She was wet from her own fingers... warm and familiar. My cock sank in and her ass met my hips and she moaned, low... the kind she only made when she stopped managing me for a second.

Sam rolled onto her side to watch. One hand between her own legs... lazy... playing with herself in the mess I'd left behind. Eyes bright.

"Quick question," Sam said. "Are you guys hiring?"

I fucked Ruby. Deeper than I'd fucked Sam. The body I knew. Breasts swinging under her. That ass rippling every time I drove in. She pushed back to meet me, glasses finally giving up and falling onto the sheet. She didn't reach for them.

"Your turn," Sam said. Quiet. Echoing Ruby. "How does she feel? I want to hear it."

Ruby turned her face, cheek on the mattress, voice already breaking. "Yes. Tell her, Edgefield. Tell her what I feel like."

I gripped her hips. Buried myself. Stayed there... throbbing... the weight of her taking me.

"Home," I moaned.

Ruby came. "Oh god... Oh Jonathan!... oh god, yes... oh my baby..."

It hit her hard. A cry she didn't try to hide... her pussy clamping down... thighs shaking, her back arched... her ass shoved flush to my hips while she sobbed out a laugh... and then my name... and something that might have been "good boy". I fucked her through it. I didn't stop. Sam's fingers moved faster between her own legs, and she moaned as she watched Ruby fall apart.

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Later that night, Ruby shifted against me in the dark.

Sam was still out, face turned toward the wall, one arm flung over her head, breathing slow and even. The sheet had slipped to her stomach. Ruby was on my other side, warm, one thigh across mine. I felt her wake more than I heard it. A change in how she held still. Then her hand found my stomach under the sheet and rested there.

"Can't sleep, huh?" she said, low, close to my ear. Her mouth brushed the edge of it. "Or are you just lying here thinking about how much you still need a little more lovin' from your Aunt Ruby?"

Her fingers drifted lower. Teasing. Not quite taking hold.

I caught her wrist. Not hard.

"The envelope," I said.

She went quiet. Her hand stayed where it was.

"DeWitt's girl left it on the table," I said. "Before she climbed on top of him. It's still over there."

Ruby was awake now. All the way. I felt her thinking.

"If we had it," she said, "we'd know whether she paid him or told him what to do. Cash... a note... a name that isn't Hargrove's... a time for the next boat. We could then lean on Dewitt with something concrete in our hand... instead of just a story about the fun times we watched through his window tonight."

Her thumb moved once against my stomach.

She paused. "And trying to go after it tonight is a good way to get us either shot or booked. Or both."

I looked at the ceiling. Across the street the kitchen light was still on. Had been for hours.

Ruby lifted her head. In the dark I saw her green eyes find my face.

"Oh no," she said. Careful. Studying my eyes. "I know that look, Edgefield. What are you proposing?"

"They're both asleep," I said. "We watched them finish. He hasn't moved. She hasn't moved. I propose I go in through the back... up the stairs... take the envelope off the table... and I'm out of there before either one of them rolls over. Three minutes. Maybe less."

She stared at me.

"Jon." Her voice was flat. "Your mother wouldn't exactly be impressed by our detective work here this evening. I mean... I couldn't even pull off booking this room tonight without us getting busted. Now you're proposing a B&E? Come on. Let's get some sleep and we'll talk about it in the morning. Next time, we can--"

"I don't think there's a next time. It's the difference between knowing he got paid and knowing who paid him," I said. "Hargrove's whole play sits on that pier. If that envelope names the next man up... or the next boat... we stop guessing."

She was quiet for a long moment. Sam made a small sound in her sleep but didn't wake. Somewhere down the hall a pipe knocked.

Ruby sighed. She reached up and pushed the hair back off my forehead... her fingers slow... staying there a few moments longer than they needed to.

"Take the.38," she finally said. "I'll be your lookout."

TO BE CONTINUED