I'm a fool to kill you

TWENTY-THREE

Believe me, I was determined nothing was going to happen. After all, she was Frank’s ex, and he was my friend and — even more than that — he was Frank Sinatra. He’d blown his stack at Peter Lawford one time for just being seen with Ava.

Ava’s sexual appetites were legendary, awakened — so she said — by the time she spent married to Mickey Rooney. She’d been a nineteen-year-old virgin when they got married, and the first time they had sex it had awakened something inside of her. Their marriage didn’t last, but her love of sex did.

Among her many conquests had been actors, singers, sports figures, bull fighters, artists. . you name it. So what chance did a lowly pit boss have against that kind of sexuality?

I mean, it was Ava Gardner, right?

Ava had been right. The bed was king-sized and, as we went to sleep, there was a lot of space between us. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about the smell of sex coming from every pore of her body, which had me hard from the moment I met her. Being in bed with her — albeit with me on one end and her on the other — was painful!

When I woke up light was streaming in through the window, and I noticed two things. Ava had closed the distance between us. Her head was on my shoulder, and her body was plastered to mine. The second thing I noticed was that she was totally naked.

I looked down at her, drinking in what seemed to be acres of beautiful female flesh. Her breasts were pressed up against me, and I could feel her nipples poking into my arm. I had gone to sleep in my boxers and t-shirt, and my painful erection had worked its way out the front of my underwear. I felt like Tom Ewell in a Marilyn Monroe movie, only this was real, and it wasn’t Marilyn — who I had come to think of as a little sister — but Ava Gardner, who was nothing like any relative on my family tree.

She moaned and stretched, and her eyes opened. She commented on the first thing she saw.

‘Oh my, Eddie. .’

‘Ava,’ I said, ‘you’re naked.’

‘I couldn’t sleep until I took everything off,’ she said. ‘I hope you don’t mind.’

‘Ava-’

‘It doesn’t look like you mind.’

‘Ava-’

Without another word she took me in her hand and began to stroke my hard penis.

‘Ava!’

‘Shut up, Eddie,’ she said, sliding down, ‘just shut up. .’

It seemed like hours later we were lying side-by-side, both naked now, sweating and out of breath.

‘Eddie, Eddie. .’ she said, breathlessly.

I had never been with a sexual animal like Ava Gardner. All of my resolve disappeared once she had me in her mouth, and then when we were both naked all I wanted was. . well, all of her. This was a Goddess I was in bed with, and who knew if and when I’d ever have an experience like this again. I used everything — my dick, my mouth, my hands — everything I had to enjoy her, and she was like a wild animal, whether she was on top or on the bottom.

Or on the side. .

Or on all fours. .

She kissed me on the shoulder and said, ‘I need a shower.’

She got out of bed and padded to the bathroom. I watched her majestic butt until she was gone, and then when the water was running I finally came to me senses.

How the hell would I ever explain this to Frank?