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.

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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.

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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!"