The Fix - Part 3 (MF) It took a long time for her to feel even a little clean. When she came out of the shower she looked at herself in the mirror. Her stomach was flat, her breasts perky, her waist narrow and her legs shapely. She decided even though she wasn't some fair skinned blond, that she was pretty. And she also decided that she was going let Bobby fuck her tonight. He had been wanting to do so for months and she couldn't see any reason not too do so now. She was still going through her clothes trying to decide what to wear when she heard his horn honking out front. She looked at the clothes and made a quick choice. No bra, or panties. Just a sun dress and sandals. Run a brush through her hair and bit of lip stick and she was finally ready to go. When she ran out the door and saw Bobby waiting in his old jeep her heart leaped. Bobby was such a hottie, he had short brown hair that were frosted on the ends. He kept it spiked up with some sort of good smelling gel. His shoulders, bare in the sleeveless T-shirt he was wearing, were wide and well muscled. Bobby had been on the swim team and he didn't hardly have an ounce of fat on him. Naomi always felt privileged that he had asked her out and not one of the blond Barbie look alike cheerleaders. She ran out to the jeep and jumped into the passenger seat. Then she leaned over and gave Bobby a long kiss with lots of tongue. He pulled back looking a bit flustered. "Wow Naomi...Whats gotten into you lately!?" Naomi felt herself flush at the images that flashed through her mind. "Nothing, I'm just happy to see my boyfriend." "Okay." Bobby put the jeep into drive and the rolled off down the street. "The party at Jason's house should be a blast. His parents are out of town and his older brother got us a keg. Paahh-tay!" Naomi smiled and said, "Do we really have to go?" "You don't want to go?" "Well, actually I thought it would be nice to go off alone someplace. Just you and me. Maybe that place by the Lake we had that picnic last fall." That had been the first time she had given Bobby head. They had been picnicking under an overhang that looked out over Lake Powell. Just the two of them. The sun had been so warm and they had seemed so alone surrounded by desert and water. It had been really nice. Bobby glanced sideways at her as he drove. The lack of bra got through to him and he smiled. "Okay. We'll swing by Ernesto's and get some food and couple of beers. How's that?" "Sounds great." Bobby turned onto a different street and soon pulled up in front of a little Taco shop on the edge of town. It mostly dealt with migrant workers and illegals, but the high school and college kids had found out that they could get a beer with their tacos there, no questions asked. Naomi went in with Bobby and looked around. Ernesto was behind the counter and took their order in broken English. A couple of tables of young Hispanic men sat munching on tacos and drinking Pacifico and Jaritos. Bobby ordered some tacos and pair of Pacificos. Ernesto turned to start on their order. Bobby leaned back against the counter and put his arm around her shoulders. She leaned back against him and the counter and tried to be casual. The air felt almost chilly after the ride in the jeep and she could feel her nipples hardening under the thin material of her dress. Bobby chatted about things some of their friends had done during the last week as they waited for their food. Naomi didn't speak much Spanish, but she heard a word she recognized from one of the groups of customers. Puta. She glanced that way and saw that all the men at that table were looking at her, a couple of smiles, or perhaps leers on their faces. She quickly glanced away and down and realized that her nipples were making very visible little tents. She shivered and hoped their order would ready soon. Shortly after that Ernesto handed Bobby a big bag and they left. She was very glad to be back out in the warm evening sunshine. Soon they were speeding off down the road toward Hoover Dam. Bobby got on the cell phone and called Jason to tell him they wouldn't be coming. Naomi sat back and enjoyed the scenery. She had been up this road dozens of times, but she liked the rocky terrain around Las Vegas. She liked the desert, it seemed somehow clean and pure to her. ----- Sometime later they pulled off a small two lane road. Bobby grabbed the food and Naomi took the old blanket he kept in the back of the Jeep and threw it over her shoulders. They walked up the twisting path to their spot and spread out the blanket. As the shadows grew longer they ate their tacos and drank their beers and enjoyed just being. After the last bite was gone and the last of the beer downed, they soon fell to kissing. Bobby's hands soon had the thin straps off her shoulders leaving her nude to the waist. He moved his hands to her breasts and began to knead and caress her breasts as they kissed. After not too long a time Naomi pushed him away slightly and stood up, her dress which had been piled around he waist fell around her ankles leaving her nude. Bobby looked up from his kneeling position and smiled. "God you are beautiful Naomi. You look like Cher, only younger and prettier." She smiled back at him and held her arms out. He too stood and started undressing. His shirt came off easily enough, but he ended up hopping around somewhat less than gracefully trying to get out of both his jockeys and his jeans. Eventually they both were nude. They then embraced. They kissed, pressing bodies together hands roving over the other's back. Naomi pulled away from the passionate kissing and said, "I want you to make love to me tonight Bobby. I want to be yours, really yours." Bobby looked long and hard at her and said, "Are you sure?" "Yes I am." "Uh, I didn't bring any ... uh ... rubbers." "That's okay. I'm on the pill." She felt awful to be lying to him, but she intended to get on the pill soon. If she was knocked up already she figured her father would pay for the abortion. Or if he wouldn't, well, she could always sell herself again for the cash. The thought of whoring herself out to pay for an abortion actually made her hotter. She felt she really must be some sort of slut. Bobby embraced her, then picked her up and cradled her to his chest before laying her slowly down on the old blanket. Once she was there, he lay down beside her and once again they began to kiss and caress each other. Soon Bobby had moved on top of her and pressed his knee between her legs. She eagerly opened herself for him a tightness seeming to have grown low in her stomach and she became keenly away of the fact she had a pussy. Not a vagina, she realized she had a wet ready pussy and it wanted Bobby's dick in it. She looked down at it and realized it was a lot smaller than the two she had known so far. Perhaps five maybe six inches long, only as thick as a couple of fingers. She wondered how it would feel in comparison. As she looked down, Bobby tried to line up and impale her, but he had trouble getting his dick in just the right spot. She reached down and took his penis in her hand. It was hard and velvety soft, hot to the touch. She lined it up and looked up into his eyes. He nodded and pushed down. His dick slid into her hot wet pussy. Bobby froze for a second and made a low moaning sound in his throat. Naomi gasped as he filled her. It wasn't the same as the others, but it was good. Bobby said low in his throat, "Baby you're so hot, so tight. You're so wet. Oh god you feel good." Naomi agreed, "You do too baby. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Bobby looked almost shocked, but then began to slowly move his hips. She said, "Yes. That's it baby, fuck me." He slowly picked up speed not speaking and almost distant look on his face. The age old ritual of in and out continued for brief time. Naomi felt her climax approaching. Lightening seemed to dance just beyond her skin. She wrapped her legs around Bobby's ass and pulled him too her. "Harder! Fuck me harder!" Bobby slammed home, hard burying himself as deep as he could go. His body seemed to go rigid and he cried out, "Oh Christ!" Then he collapsed forward onto Naomi. She whimpered in need. "Please fuck me." "I'm done honey." Bobby kissed her on the check and slide off her to lay on his back looking up at the sky. Naomi felt anxious and empty, her pussy throbbed wanting a stiff dick. She sat up and leaned forward to take the flaccid slimy pud into her mouth. She hoped she could could get him hard again. Then she could cum. She really needed to cum. "Naomi, what are you doing." She stopped, pulling her head up, holding his still soft penis in her hand. "I'm giving you head?" "I've cum already?" "But I haven't." "Stop." "What?" "I said stop, get away from me." Bobby pushed her away and scooted back. He grabbed his pants and started pulling them on. Naomi felt lost, confused. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. It was supposed to be beautiful. She loved Bobby. If being fucked by men she loathed felt so good, then with Bobby it should feel a hundred times better. But he was acting strange and if she somehow revolted him of something. "What? What's going on Bobby? Why are you getting dressed?" "So I can take you home." "You don't want to stay here a while? Make out some more?" "No." She felt around for her dress, eventually as Bobby finished dressing she pulled it on and followed Bobby down the shadowy path to his jeep. They got in and drove away. No words were exchanged until they pulled up in front of her house. Once the jeep was in park he turned to her and said, "I wasn't your first was I?" "Not really." She said in a small voice. "All these months you've held me off because you were afraid of getting pregnant, and you said you were a virgin." "Something happened and I lost my hymen, that doesn't mean I wasn't a virgin." "You didn't fuck like a virgin." "What does that mean!? How is a virgin supposed to fuck!?" "Naomi, if you aren't going to be honest with me...Why did you do this to me?" "Why did I do this to you? To YOU!? You asshole!" Naomi jumped out of the jeep and turned to face Bobby. She pulled his class ring off her finger and flung it at him. "Get the fuck out of here you jerk!" She screamed at him through tears. Bobby put the jeep in gear and drove off leaving the poor confused, distraught, betrayed and horny young girl on the curb. ----- Amos heard the door slam, by the time he got out of bed and made it to the door of his bed room Naomi had stormed into her bedroom and flopped on her bed. He could hear her crying. He carefully walked up the door and then quietly into the room, knocking his on the door frame as he stepped in so that she would know he was there. He knelt down next to the bed and put his hand on her back and said, "Is there anything I can do honey?" Naomi didn't answer, she threw herself around her fathers neck and bawled. He patted her on the back and made soothing sounds, eventually the pats became slow caresses meant to comfort her. Eventually she stopped crying, never moving her head from his shoulder she said, "I know it's not really your fault, but it sort of is. I don't want it to be may fault. I can't bear it if it's my fault." "If what's your fault honey?" "That I'm not a virgin. That I like sex. That I'm a SLUT!" "You aren't a slut baby girl. You did what you did to save me, that doesn't make you a slut." "Not with Bobby." "What?" Amos, pushed her back a bit to look at her face. "Bobby and I went to a special place for us. Our favorite place to make out. I told him we could have sex. Why not, its not like I was a virgin any more. And we did. But he didn't make me cum. And I was really getting into it. Maybe if I had been a virgin? I don't know. The first time with that nasty man was so good. But this time with Bobby, it was nice, but I didn't cum. And when I tried to get him hard again so I could cum he got mad. He treated me like I was some sort of skanky slut. We broke up!"