Anything can happen when a girl dreams all her life of one day going to college, then finds it to be nothing like she expected. Cathy Johnson's one goal in life had been to make it to the University, to bridge that ever-widening gap between the world she had always knownthat of a small, sparsely populated tobacco farming community in North Carolinaand the far-away world of the college campus, with its student body in the thousands, and its multitude of things to do.
But there is also a whole new breed of person there, as she soon discovers. People who know nothing of the morals and sense of decency expected of everyone in her home town.
And it is with this discovery that Cathy comes face-to-face. For either she knuckles under to their alien way of life, or they surrender to her; and only one side can hope to emerge victorious.
Author Mary Jenkins draws from the full range of human emotions in presenting this story, and there are no punches pulled. It may not be pleasant, but it's a story of our times, and a necessary one that needs to be told.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Cathy couldn't see the car, but she knew it was her boyfriend Larry, because he was the only one who drove fast enough along the Frog Level road to make those billowing, blinding clouds from the red clay along the one-lane road. Like rooster tails behind racing speedboats, the red clouds rolled high in the hot, sticky North Carolina air, rising like storm clouds over the long, straight rows of lush, green tobacco plants, almost ready to be harvested. Cathy had hoped the harvest would be late enough this year that she would already be back in schoolsomehow the sophomore year at East Carolina College seemed a lot more exciting than nine hours of back-breaking work in the dusty tobacco fields. And she knew she could get out of it altogether if school was in session. Not like when she was in high schoolthen it was different, the school closed down until the tobacco was in the barns curing.
She gave her long, straight blonde hair a tug with her comb, then put it back in her purse, for she could see from the rising dust-clouds that Larry was rounding the last bend before the straightaway that led up to the house she shared with her parents and two younger brothers. Cathy hoped he would slow down before he got to the house, because her father had said he was through cleaning the red dirt off the side of the house put there by Larry's reckless driving. She got up off the hot brick steps under the awning, and walked out to meet Larry. It was him all right, and this time he remembered to slow his '56 Chevy before he got close enough for Mr. Johnson to hear. He dropped the battered car into second gear and rumbled to a stop beside Cathy.
"Hi, honey. What's up?" he asked, as if he really expected an answer. "Same old thing. Nothing's ever new around here. You ought to know that. Wait a minute, I'll tell Mama I going." She didn't need to be asked. It was always the same. Saturday afternoon was the day to ride aroundmaybe into Greenville, maybe up the highway to Wilson anything to get away from the choking heat for just a few hours.
Larry stayed in the car, revving the motor up and down, the radio blaring out the latest top twenty discovery. She was back in a couple of minutes, carrying her sweater under her arm that her mother always made her take along"in case it gets chilly." The thermometer was stuck on 91A�.
He watched her intently through his sun shades as she ran across the parched lawn to his car, her soft breasts bouncing around inside her shirt in two firm, round bulges. He wondered how she got by without wearing a bramost of the girls' mothers wouldn't think of letting their daughters out of the house without one, even in weather like this. But he wasn't complaining; they looked plenty fine to him, and it just made it easier when they stopped out by the river on the way home. The top button was open, and he caught a glance of the smooth, rounded mounds when she bent over to get in the car. He could feel the first stirrings in his pants, and could hardly wait to get under way.
"Daddy says to tell you that was much better, and for you to see if you can do as good a job when you pull out," reported Cathy. Larry feigned anger. "Why that old son of a bitch!"
"Now, now Mr. Bellman," teased Cathy. "You know how you drive ... always in a hurry."
"I'm in a hurry today. That's for sure." He grabbed her leg just above the knee and squeezed the tender flesh through her jeans. "A big hurry...." Cathy brushed his hand aside. "Just cut that out, Larry Bellman. Daddy could be looking out the window or something." He put both his hands on the wheel and headed onto the dirt road. "Okay for now, but that excuse won't work tonight."
"Oh, you'll see," laughed Larry. "I just sort of thought we could get a six-pack and drive down to Pollard's Point on the river ... You know, maybe take up where we left off last week."
"Well, you'd better think again, Larry Bellman. Cause I'm not going back down there! I thought we got that settled last Sunday." She had both hands on her hips, a classic angry pose. Larry couldn't help laughing at her.
"What's so damn funny?" Larry raised his eyebrows and put his hand to his mouth. "Well, well ... I didn't know little Miss Johnson used such mean language in public. Wait 'til your father hears about this."
Cathy started to say something, then realized he was putting her on and settled back onto the seat. But on her side of the car. "Where are we going?" she asked after a long while. "I thought we'd head over to Skinny's and see who's there. There's apt to be a lot of people here early for school registration next week. Maybe we'll see someone we know."
Cathy didn't say anything. Skinny's wasn't one of her favorite places. Just a bunch of carhops in tight pants with big boobs prancing around. She could think of a lot of places she'd rather have goneeven in Greenville.
Just like he'd predicted, there was a crowd already gathered as they spun into the driveway. Everyone turned to see who the latest addition would be, and Cathy could see a lot of familiar faces from school.
"Larry! There's Nancy and Linda ... from Charlotte. I've got to go talk to them. I haven't seen them in ages!"
"Now don't go leaping out the window. Wait 'til I find a place to park."
All the choice places on the inner circle were filled, and Larry was relegated to the outside line along the orange fence. He squealed the tires as he gunned it in reverse, skillfully stopping inches short of the wooden barrier.
Cathy was out of the car before Larry could give the engine that last finishing rev and shut it off, racing over to Nancy's bright yellow convertible. "Nancy! Linda! When did you get here!"
"Cathy Johnson!" came the chorused squeals of schoolgirl excitement. They bubbled through a re-play of the summer, and filled each other in on the latest love affairs. "Are you still dating that Larry ... what's his name, Bell?" questioned Nancy, with the slightest trace of distaste showing on her face.
"Yes ... but we're not really what you'd call steady. I mean ... we just see a lot of each other," explained Cathy. She knew Larry wasn't the sort of boy these girls would approve of. They were both in the same sorority, and sorority girls just didn't date boys from the farm towns around the college, even if they were students like Larry.
"Isn't that him over there?" Linda pointed to his dilapidated pile of metal. "Uh ... yeah, he brought me down here. I mean ... we're sorta' out for a ride." Linda gave Nancy a knowing smile.
"Sure, we understand. I guess there's not much else to do around here when school's out. I don't see how you stand it here all the time. It's bad enough for nine months ... But all year! Wow!"
"Oh, it's not so bad," lied Cathy. "Actually, there's a lot to do if you know where to go. You have to live here to ... "
"I hate to interrupt you, sweetie," said Linda, "But I think the red-headed man-trap has her sights on your Larry."
"What?" Cathy turned to look where Linda was pointing. Larry had left the car and was sitting with Cindy Moore! "Why that sneaky creep! And of all the girlsCindy Moore is the biggest tramp on campus."
"Yes, he sure knows how to pick 'em ... No offense intended, Cathy." Linda was obviously enjoying watching Cathy's reactions. "Maybe you'd better take care of the home front, Cathy. We'll see you at registration."
Cathy could hear them giggling behind their king-size colas as she walked back to the car, giving Larry a stare that could have boiled water. She climbed in and slammed the door, refusing to look at the car just across the lot where he was sitting with that sexy-looking red-head. Cindy was almost a joke on campus, and every boy knew where her apartment wasin fact, her phone number was a household phrase on most of the men's room walls around town.
Cathy wouldn't even look his way when Larry finally came back to the car. "Oh, I see you're back," he began. "I hope you and the girls had a nice talk. I got tired of waiting and went to talk to Cindy. She's ... "
"Cindy, huh?" interrupted Cathy. "I didn't know you and Miss Moore were so close. Or maybe that's just something you forgot to tell me about."
"Now hold on, kid! Cindy's been in three of my classes. And I happen to think she's a nice girl. There's certainly nothing wrong with me talking to another girl once in a while." Cathy was furious. "Nice girl? Why she's been to bed with half the guys on campus. Is that your idea of a nice girl?" He couldn't resist the chance to tease her a little. "Well, she would be kind of nice I guess ... "
"If that's the kind of girl you want, Larry Bellman, you'd better go get her!"
Larry jerked the ignition on and prodded the engine. "What's the use of trying to talk to you ... Let's get the hell out of here." There were two forty foot trails of burnt rubber behind him as he spun the old Chevy out onto the highway.
"You speaking to me yet?" asked Larry. They'd been parked in the big dirt lot behind the athletic field for over an hour, watching the football hopefuls try-out in the scorching late afternoon sun. He slid over on the seat until he was nearly touching her, but she looked straight ahead, not turning her head once.
"Don't you think you've pouted long enough, Cathy?"
"Pouted!" she yelled. "Who's pouting?! Can't you admit that maybe this time you were wrong ... "
"Okay, Okay. If it'll make you happy, I'll take the blame for the whole thing. I just don't want to spend the rest of the day sitting here like a couple of dummies." Cathy calmed down. " And just what did you want to do? Go down to Pollard's Point?" Larry's face lit up at the mere thought. "Now that's what I call a good suggestion. Let's get some beer ... "
"I thought so! And the answer is no. N-O. I told you last week that I'm not going to do that kind of thing. Not with you ... or any other boy until I'm married!"
Larry turned the motor back off. "Why don't you grow up?" You're not a kid in high school now. Besides, everybody does it when they're going together. And we've dating over a year."
"Everybody does not. And I don't, that's for certain. And if you want that sort of thing, maybe you'd better give Cindy Moore a call," said Cathy sullenly. "I might just do that!"
"Well, you just go ahead. And ... and you can take me home right now!"
He didn't say another word, just cranked the car and roared out the highway toward the Johnson's place, being sure this time not to slow down when he rounded the last bend in the dusty clay road.
Cathy jumped from the car and slammed the door. "Good night!" yelled Larry behind her as she walked determinedly up the steps. He gunned the wheezing engine again and spun dirt and gravel in a noisy spray over the lawn as he roared off back toward town.
CHAPTER TWO
That was Saturdaythree days ago, and a lot can happen in three days, especially if you're nineteen. Both Cathy and Larry spent this day standing in line after line for school registration, their differences forgotten for now.
"You know we shouldn't be here wasting this time," said Cathy, her feet propped on the dash, clutching an enormous box of buttered popcorn. "We've both got classes tomorrow. Did you get any eight o'clocks? I got two again."
Larry was engrossed in the movie and grunted a negative uh-uh. Cathy knew better than to try to get him to talk while a war movie was flashing on the big outdoor screen, so she settled back and finished the popcorn, waiting for the good Americans to kill all the bad Nazis. She hit. the bottom of the box about the same time the last Kraut bit the dust, and Larry regained his voice.
"That was some movie. How'd you like it?"
"It was okay," answered Cathy halfheartedly. "I've seen better." Larry was checking his program. "The next one's some love story with Paul Newman. I guess you wanna' see that one, huh? "We really ought to be going home, but I guess one more movie won't hurt too much. How many are they running tonight, anyway?" asked Cathy. Larry checked his program again. "It says 'Dusk 'I'll Dawn.' I guess that means all night. Maybe we can see 'em all. They've got some great horror movies coming up later."
"Oh, don't be silly, Larry. Didn't you outgrow horror movies years ago?" Cathy liked the chance to sound older and more mature. "Sure! But they're kinda' fun to watch ... You know, just for laughs," Larry explained. "If you're through stuffing your face with that popcorn, you can slide over here a little closer. I won't bite you."
Cathy tossed the empty box on the ground outside and eased over a little toward Larry, but not too close. He slipped his arm onto the seat back behind her, then coyly dropped it gently on her shouldersgingerly, as if waiting for some signal to show that it was all right. She didn't push it aside, so Larry relaxed. Maybe tonight's the night, he chuckled to himself.
But Cathy was too busy dreamily watching Paul Newman on the giant screen to even notice. He pulled her a little closer to his side, easing his hand down over her shoulders and along her upper arm, making the tiny little blonde hairs stand on end as he gently stroked her bare flesh. She'd noticed what he was up to by now, but didn't turn away from the screen for a second, as if he were miles away. His strong hand felt good on her skin, and it gave her little tingles of excitement to have a boy caressing her.
His hand was stroking the full length of her bare arm, from her shoulder down to her wrist; his fingertips brushing ever so softly the gentle mound of her breast as his hand slid along her arm. He eased his fingers between her arm and the curve of her breast, tenderly stroking the side of her breast beneath the fabric of her blouse.
Cathy could feel the tiny forbidden shivers of pleasure racing through her breasts as his hand worked its way around over the full, soft mound of her right breast, gently massaging the delicate flesh in his strong grip. She tried to pretend not to notice, but his fingers deftly tweaking her budding nipple was as much as she could stand. Turning her head she met his lips in a tight embrace, her tongue slipping between his teeth and into his mouth, probing hungrily as the smooth flicking desire began to well inside her.
He turned her toward him, and slipped his right hand around her body and inside her blouse, squeezing the ripe, full pear of her breast, kneading the soft flesh between his fingers. With his other hand, he finished unbuttoning her blouse, letting her full, young breasts fall free in the cool night air. They were like twin snow-capped peaks, the creamy whiteness of her gentle mounds shining in sharp contrast to her rich, brown tan from long days in the hot Carolina sun.
Their lips parted, and Larry quickly lowered his head to her breasts, before she could protest, fastening his lips tightly to her throbbing nipple. He rolled the pulsing bud around in his mouth, licking at the sensitive tip with his rough tongue. Cathy could feel jolt after jolt of pure pleasure coursing through her body from her breast, as a deep, throaty moan slipped from her half-opened lips.
"Ooooh ... Larry, stop ... please, stop...." Her mind said no, but her body was urging her on, begging for more as the warm coals of desire slowly fanned into searing flames deep inside her. She squirmed on the seat, unconsciously contracting her buttocks as the agonizing deliciousness suddenly excited her more than she would have believed possible.
Larry was going crazy with desire as he nibbled on her firm young breasts. She'd never let him go this far before, and it looked as though this would be the night she finally let him have it. Her breasts were beautiful in the dim light, shadows from the screen falling across the ripe, bulging mounds in a cascading waterfalls of color. Beneath her delicious breasts, her tanned body tapered to her narrow waist, disappeared beneath the fabric of her skirt, then flared again in the creamy warmth of her trim, young thighs, milky-white from being hidden from the harsh sun. He lowered one hand to their beckoning softness, forcing her legs apart as she snapped them shut on it instinctively, not easing his hungry ravishment of her breasts even for an instant.
She moaned again as his flesh trapped hand made contact with the crotch band of her panties, his fingers rubbing the ultrasensitive lips of her vagina through the flimsy sheerness of the soft smooth nylon. Finally, she could hold her legs together no longer, and as they parted, his hand slipped eagerly under the tight elastic leg band at the top of her thigh, and into the warm dampness inside, his fingers fondly caressing the delicate folds of sparse, fleece covered flesh.
"No ... Larry, we can't ... stop, please ... Noooo...." She moaned helplessly for him to stop, but nothing could hold him back now. He pushed her skirt up around her waist and looked down at the incredible loveliness at the junction of her milky-smooth thighs, the faintest soft bulge of pussy hair spilling from around the white panties in teasing blonde wisps. He could see his own hand beneath the sheer fabric, caressing her warm, moist vaginal lips. Still sucking hungrily on her throbbing pink nipple, he slipped his hand down along the hot cleft of her pussy, gently tickling the soft, sparse hairs and working his fingers back under her until he reached the tightly-clenched circle of her anus. He teased his middle finger at the taut puckered opening, but she pushed his hand back, away from the forbidden orifice.
His cock had slipped out of his undershorts, and was poking up under his pants like a strong sapling. He tried to push it down with his free hand, because it embarrassed him for it to be pushing up so obviously, but it wouldn't go down. It was rock-hard with the eagerness of youth, and was swelled far too big to be slipped back inside its usual pouch. Cathy, through her passion-dimmed eyes, noticed it, too. She'd never seen an erection, and it fascinated her that it could swell so large in such a short length of time. It looked as if it would burst through his pants at any second.
Larry gathered his courage and guided her hand toward his throbbing prick. She held back at first, but the enormous bulge seemed to be beckoning her on, and finally she allowed him to place her hand gently on the material covering the quivering pole. She could feel it swell even beneath her touch, and she gave it a weak squeeze. It seemed to double in size inside the curve of her tiny handso big her fingers would scarcely reach around it. With a little coaching from his guiding hand, she began to stroke it fondly, running her fingers up and down its long, hard length as it pulsed with excitement under his pants, swelling from an eager young sapling into a hard rapacious tree trunk right before her eyes.
He clenched his eyes tightly shut, savoring the feel of her small hand rubbing tenderly along the length of his throbbing prick, still restrained by his pants. There was a widening damp spot marking the blood-filled tip as his semen oozed its stickiness onto the fabric. He fumbled with his zipper, tugging at it angrily as it refused to open, then finally got it down. Reaching inside, he flopped his long cock out in the open, bending it painfully to maneuver it through the tiny opening in his pants. Cathy tried not to look at first, but her curiosity got the best of her, and she glanced down cautiously at the bucking stallion jerking in her delicate grip. It was longer than she would have guessed, and much bigger around. She wondered how girls ever got such a huge instrument inside their bellies, it looked big enough to split her in half!
"Ummmmm ... that's so good, baby," murmured Larry in her ear, prodding hopefully at the tight, moist passage of her pussy as she tenderly stroked his bulging penis. Ever so slowly, he parted the soft resilient pubic fuzz and eased his finger into the delicious, wet orifice, slipping it in until it was hidden to the first joint in the warm fleshy hole. It was wonderfully tight, and as he worked his finger in further he encountered the taut skin that marked the barrier of her maidenhooda fragile obstacle that he hoped to smash to smithereens before the night was over. She twisted and squirmed on the cool seat as the dampness from her warm wet vaginal tunnel spread over his hand, soaking the crotch band of her panties with the juices that were beginning to flow down between her legs as she had never known before.
"Oooooh ... Larry, that feels so good ... so-o-o-o good...." Her words seemed to be coming from deep in her throat as she purred her approval in his ear. He had forgotten her bare breasts for the moment, but gave them both another long, nibbling kiss, sending chills of delight racing through her young, eager body.
He wound his fingers in the tight waistband of her soft flimsy panties, and worked them down over her firm, rounded buttocks and down to her knees. Her hand stopped him there.
"No, Larry ... Please ... We can't!". But he jerked her hand away and snapped the delicate fabric in half, ripping them apart as he pulled them down her long, smooth legs, tossing them in a useless heap to the floor.
"Larry! Look what you've done! You've ripped my panties!" She struggled to get free, but he had her pushed helplessly down on the seat, and was fighting to force her trim legs apart with his knee, using it like a wedge between her soft, tender thighs.
"NO! Larry, please ... I said no!" She was sure everyone in the drive-in lot could hear her, but it was late and most of the cars had gone. "Larry! I'll scream!"
He stifled her yell as it burst from her lungs, locking his lips on hers so that only a muffled whine could be heard, holding her for a second with one hand as he unfastened his trousers with the other. He quickly squirmed his pants down around his knees and shoved her soft resisting thighs roughly back up against her body so that her feet touched the car door behind her. She banged on his shoulders and chest with her clenched fists, but her weak blows were hardly enough to slow him down. "No! No ... you can't ... NO! Please!" she begged, tears filling her eyes and trickling down her pink cheeks. She knew she was no match for his farm-boy strength, and her body trembled with fear as he pinned her helplessly squirming body beneath his weight.
Though it wasn't his first time, it was only the secondif you could count that afternoon in the barn with Ellie Strickland when they were both fifteenLarry was nearly as nervous as Cathy. He fumbled clumsily with his big throbbing prick, ramming it vainly against her defenseless genitals, unable to find her young, tender vaginal passage. Cathy squirmed and tossed as best she could under his bulk, struggling to dodge his amateurish thrusts.
He had to find her hole and get his aching cock inside her before it exploded in his hand! He could feel the enormous hot flood welling in his balls as he squeezed his buttocks together to hold back the flow that was about to explode from his prick. He knew it would only be a matter of seconds before ... and then ... "Aaaaagh...." Like a broken fire hose, his stiff overly excited young cock seemed to burst in a barrage of hot, sticky spurts that sprayed over Cathy's naked upturned loins and oozed wetly down the crevice of her buttocks and onto the seat in a warm white puddle. "Oooooh...." His voice trailed off as his aching load exploded in one final spurt, then oozed in a dripping trickle from the tip of his rubbery, still pulsating penis.
Cathy ground her teeth together in horrified amazement as the bucking monster emptied its insides on her warm flesh, her hands clutched to her face, afraid to move as it jerked again and againthen finally sagged limply from his loins, dangling uselessly between his legs as he knelt above her on the car seat. When it was all over, Larry wiped the fleshy rod clean with his handkerchief, then tucked it away as he pulled back on his pants. He carefully avoided her eyes, turning his face awaywaiting for her to say something, but she only looked at him in wide-eyed disbelief, not really sure what had happened.
"Here, take this and wipe yourself off," he said finally, offering her the wet handkerchief.
"Wipe myself off! Is that all you can say, Larry Bellman!" She had pulled her skirt back down, but was still unbuttoned from the waist up, her young nipples still hard and tender. "You could say you're sorry ... that would do for a start!"
"What are you talking about!?" shouted Larry, not giving a damn who heard him. "You were enjoying it as much as I was. I heard you whimpering like a bitch in heat. And you're a damn liar if you say you weren't."
Cathy was caught short. She knew he was rightthat no matter how much she wanted it to be untruehe was still right. She had been dangling right on the edgeand it wouldn't have taken much to pull her over. But she couldn't admit thatshe just couldn't. All her life she'd been brought up to believe that people just don't do things like that until they're marriedand it had to be true! Larry started the car, still hesitant to look her way. His male pride had suffered a mortal blow, and was desperately in need of attention.
"Let's go. I'll take you home ... where you can hide with mommie and daddie," he sneered. "Maybe I can find myself a real girl tonight ... it's still not too late. I wonder if Cindy's still up...." Cathy had heard all she could stand. "Stop this car! You're not taking me anywhere!"
"What ... what are you saying?" Larry had backed the car out of the stall, but hadn't entered the exit.
"You heard me. I'm getting out right here. I can find my own way home ... and I ... I don't need any help from you." She opened the car door and jumped out, reaching back in to grab her purse. "And I never want to see you again Larry Bellman!"
Half-way to the concrete block concession stand, she heard his Chevy spin gravel as he gunned it toward the exit gates. She whirled around just in time to see him screech onto the blacktop highway and disappear down the long stretch.
Oh, now I've done it. You're really bright, Cathy Johnson. Just who do you think you can call for a ride at twelve fifteen on a Tuesday night? Cathy glanced around hopefully at the twenty or so cars remaining in the huge lot, praying that one might be familiar. But it was hopelessshe couldn't tell anyway in the dim light ... I know! Nancy! She's got a car. I'll call her!
She dug around in her purse for a dime, and closed the door on the phone booth. She dialed Nancy's number at the sorority house and waited for an agonizingly long time for someone to answer.
"Uh ... hello, is Nancy Elliott there ... Okay, I'll wait...." She held on while the girl went upstairs to check. "Sorry," came the reply. "She's out for the evening."
"Did she say what time she'd be back," asked Cathy. There was a long pause on the other end. "Could I ask who this is?"
"Cathy Johnson, why?" she replied. Then as an afterthought, "I'm a friend of Nancy's."
"Oh, that's okay. I just thought you might be her mother or something ... Nancy won't be back tonight at all. She had a date with a Sigma Nu from State, and they've gone to the opening football game in Raleigh."
"Oh ... I see," said Cathy dejectedly. "Well, thanks anyway. Good-bye." She was still holding the receiver, trying to think of someone else to call when there was a sharp tap on the glass door behind her.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," said the tall, ruggedly good-looking man at her back. "I was just wondering if you were finished with the phone. I've got a long distance call to make ... But don't hurry on my account. I mean, if you're not finished ... "
"Oh, I'm through, I guess. Maybe you'll have better luck than I did," said Cathy, sliding between him and the folding door. "You don't mean a pretty little girl like you has problems," he laughed. "What's wrong? No date for the prom?"
"Don't make fun of me. And besides, I'm not a little girl. I'm nineteen and I'm a sophomore at East Carolina." The tall man backed away as if he expected her to swing at him. "Hold on, tiger. I was only teasing you. Now what's really the matter? Maybe I can help." A thought crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed it. "No, I'm afraid not."
"Come on, let me in on it," he insisted. "Two heads are always better than one."
"That's pretty original. Did you make that up yourself?"
"Okay, that's one for you. Now we're even. And maybe you'll tell me what your big problem is." He put his hand on her shoulder, but more like a big brother than as a man. Cathy couldn't think of anyone else who could get a car at this hour and come get her. And calling her parents was out of the question.
"It's nothing terribly exciting. I just need a ride home, and I can't find one," she explained. "Is that all!" he laughed. "I thought you could do better than that. Why, I can solve that little problem in nothing flat. You can have a ride with me."
Cathy eyed him suspiciously. "B-but, I don't even know who you are. You don't think I'd climb into your car in the middle of the night and let you drive off, do you?" He thought that over a minute. "Hmmm. I guess you're right. What if I introduced myself? I'll even show you my credit cards, how about that? ... I've got a Good Driver's Award, would that do?"
Cathy was glad for the chance to laugh. "Okay, okay. You win. But straight home, and no tricks. Promise?"
"Promise."
Cathy got her first really good look at him when the dome light in his gleaming new Chrysler came on. He was handsome, all rightbut not the kind of good looks she was used to. There was definitely something "big-city" about him. He wasn't even dressed like a man from eastern Carolina. She could have kicked herself for not catching a glimpse of his license plate when she passed.
"My name's Lee Deighton, and I don't think I caught yours," he smiled. "Cathy ... Cathy Johnson. And I live just west of town on a dirt road. I'll tell you when you get there."
"Fine...." he replied. "Whatever you say. Where did you say you go to school, Cathy? Was it East Carolina College?"
She could see a name embossed on the black leather brief-case beside her, and it wasn't Lee Deighton. "Uh ... yeah, that's right. East Carolina ... Hey, how come your brief case says William 0. Mitchell?"
He grabbed it and tossed it on the rear seat.
"Christ, you're worse than a lady cop ... You're not a cop are you?" She didn't laugh at his weak joke. "Since you're so interested, the case belongs to Bill Mitchell. He's with me on this trip. We both sell industrial cleaning products for the Andrew Company, and we're sharing the same room at the Riverview Inn. Any more questions, ma'am?"
Cathy felt like an idiot. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Deighton," she said sheepishly. "I hope you'll forgive me."
"Sure. I don't blame you for being a little suspicious. But the name's Leenobody but my doctor calls me mister. And I'm not crazy about him."
"Thanks. I won't be so nosey again." Cathy couldn't help noticing that he looked like somebody she'd seen in the movies. "Where did you say you're from?"
"I didn't. But it's Baltimore. I really feel more like a southerner, though. Most of my territory is in the Carolinas," he said. "I spend about three weeks out of every month on the road."
"Isn't that kind of rough on your family?" asked Cathy, hoping he wouldn't notice her hint. "If you mean am I married, the answer is no. Used to be, but that's all over now."
They rolled past all the darkened farmhouses along Highway 64 west, until they reached the Frog Level signpost that marked the right turn. All the lights were off when they coasted silently to a stop in the front yard.
"Thanks an awful lot, Mr. Deighton ... I mean Lee. I really appreciate this," she said as she opened the door. "If you mean it, how about showing your appreciation by having dinner with me tomorrow night. There's a nice place I passed this morning. What do you think?"
Cathy almost said no without thinking, but on second thought there was really nothing wrong with having dinner with him. After all, she thought, he isn't married, and he can't be over thirty or so.
"Fine, it's a date. But you'd better pick me up at the campus. Mama ... mother wouldn't think much about me going out with a man from up north. You know how it is." He laughed. "Yes, I know what you mean. I'm still a damn yankee to a lot of these people down here. Where should I pick you up?"
"In front of the fountain at the east gate. About six thirty?" Lee nodded. "Great. I'll see you then ... if I can find my way out of here!"
CHAPTER THREE
"Lee the dinner was wonderful," said Cathy, pushing aside her dessert bowl. "It's been a really nice evening." Lee glanced at his watch. "It's not even nine o'clock yet. The evening's hardly over."
Cathy remembered last night with Larry at the movies, and she didn't want a re-run of that performance. "I really ought to be getting back," she suggested. "I have classes in the morning."
He looked disappointed. "Well, if you insist. But you should know that you'll spoil a yankee's last night in the South, ma'am," he said in his best plantation drawl.
"Do we all really talk like that?" she asked. "It sounds a lot worse on you."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't poke fun at my dear Dixie friends. I've made a lot of money from my southern friends. But they do take a little getting used to, though. Like not having any bars ... That's a crime in my book. Why a man could die waiting for a drink in this state."
"That's just because you don't know where to look. You've got to live around these parts a while before you learn all the secrets," she confided.
Lee's eyebrows went up. "You mean there are actually places around here that sell...." He leaned over to whisper in her ear. " ... Booze. I mean real drinking booze, not white lightnin' or something worse."
"Don't act so surprised," said Cathy. "You must have known about 'em ... "
"No, honest. I thought everyone drank at home or just didn't drink at all," confessed Lee. "Is there one of these ... places around here?"
"Well, it's not much. I've only been there once, you understand. But it's sort of a juke joint, I guess you'd call it. Sawdust floor and everything. It's out east of town ... Doesn't even have a name. People just call it Ben's place. Cause the guy that runs it's named Ben."
"Sounds like Club Twenty-One to me. What about a few drinks? Just a little nightcap?"
"Oh, I don't know. It's a pretty rough place sometimes. I mean, there's fights and things. I don't think I'd better ... "
"Come on now, don't back out on me now. My one big chance."
"Oh, all right," she relented. "But only for one drink. And we don't stay at all if there's a rough bunch hanging around."
"Great! You won't get any argument from me. I'm the biggest coward aroundespecially when I'm so outnumbered."
There were a dozen or more vehicles outside, and you could pretty well guess the kind of clientele to expect inside from the typesmostly battered pickups, and an occasional hotrod Chevy or Ford. Not the kind of place you'd single out if you had a choice.
"Wow! You said it was out in the sticks ... but this is straight out of Tobacco Row. How'd you find out about this dump, anyway?" asked Lee as they picked their way through the muddy, beer-can littered yard in front of the frame building. It was once a garage, and you could still make out the painted BEN & SHORTY'S AUTO SERVICE under the thin coat of white paint someone slapped on years back. There was absolutely nothing out front to indicate what was going on inside. Just a closed-down garage with a lot of old cars in front. Passing by, you wouldn't give it a second look. "Everyone 'round here knows about it. I've been hearing people talk about Ben's since I was a kid," said Cathy.
Lee helped her over one especially large puddle. "How about the police? Don't they know about it, too?"
"Oh, sure," she laughed. "In fact, you just might find one of the sheriff's boys inside. Ben does a pretty good job of keeping it clean and quiet, and as long as the church-going folks don't complain, he stays open. And so far, he's been pretty lucky. They did close one place out by the old airbase, though. But he was letting a lot of young kids come in, and somebody's mother went to the sheriff, so they had to close him down."
"I just hope they don't pick tonight to raid it. I don't think my company would understand a bail bond charge on my expense account."
They were greeted by a thick cloud of cigarette smoke that billowed out the side door when they opened it. There was no one at the door, just an empty room with a junked Coke machine in one corner hanging open.
"Where's the sawdust floor?" asked Lee. "This looks fairly solid to me." Cathy took him by the hand. "Just follow me. All the action is in back."
Lee could see people standing around and sitting in the big, open room at the end of the damp, mildewed corridor, and just as they neared the archway, another selection fell into place on the ancient jukebox. It was turned up so loud the paper cone in the old speaker rattled in time to the music; there was no bar, really, just a shelf across the back with a few half-empty bottles perched out of reach. A big, burly man with coveralls on was standing guard on the liquor. Lee guessed he was Ben.
As his eyes adjusted to the hazy light, Lee could see that the place was nearly filled, at least twenty men, dressed in everything from field-hand clothes to Sunday suits, and eight women, all of whom looked every bit as hefty as any of the men. No one paid any attention as Lee and Cathy maneuvered their way to a tiny table against the opposite wall.
"Hey, you were right," he shouted over the music. "This really is a sawdust floor!"
"Sure! This was where they worked on the cars back when Ben used to be partners with Shorty Jenkins." Lee leaned a little closer as the jukebox broke into a fiddle and banjo chorus. "What happened to Shorty? Did he like it better in the garage business?"
"There was a lot of talk," said Cathy. "Some people said Shorty ran off with Ben's wife. But nobody's ever heard from either of them, so I reckon it's anybody's guess." He looked at the gigantic hulk of a man by the liquor, and decided he didn't want to even speculate on what happened to Shorty and the woman. Ben didn't look like the kind of a man you could reason with ... especially if you were with his wife.
"Anyhow," continued Cathy, "Ben started having a lot of the fellows over after his wife left him ... you know, drinking and playing cards and such ... and one thing just led to another, I guess. Ben just found he could make more money selling liquor than fixing cars."
"Speaking of liquor ... what do you do to get some of that booze over there. I wouldn't want to just walk over and help myselfnot with that bruiser on guard duty. That is Ben, isn't it?"
Cathy nodded. "Just go over and tell him what you want, and give him a dollar and he'll give you a cup full. You can buy cokes and stuff out of that machine in the corner." Lee pushed his folding chair back, and crowded his way over to the liquor, holding his money tightly in his fist. "Uh, excuse me ... Could I have two double bourbons?" he asked hopefully. The big man eyed him suspiciously. "You're not from around here, are you fella?"
"No, I'm from ... from Virginia." He figured that wouldn't sound like the North. "But I'm with a friend of mine ... Cathy Johnson, over there." He pointed to his table and Cathy waved weakly.
"Oh ... aw' right then ... what'd you say you wanted? Two bourbons?" Lee would have taken anything he offered at this point. "Right." Ben poured him two Dixie cups full to the brim. He couldn't make out the name on the label, but at least it had a tax stamp plastered on it. "Thanks. Here's the two dollars." Ben didn't say anything, just shoved the two bills in his coveralls pocket, still eyeing Lee distrustfully through squinted eyes as he made his way back to the table.
"Christ, what an ordeal for a couple of drinks. Is he always that friendly," asked Lee. "Don't worry, it'll be better the next time. He just doesn't trust strangers. You might be an Alcohol Control officer from Raleigh, or something. I guess he just wanted to be sure." Lee looked back to see if he was still being watched.
"Anyway, I'm sure glad you were along. I don't think he would have served me if I'd been alone ... Where'd you say I get those mixers?" Cathy pointed to the far corner. "That machine over there. And there's some more cups on top."
He pointed his finger accusingly. "I thought you said you'd only been her once. You sure know your way around for a newcomer."
"Well, maybe a couple of times," she blushed.
The coin slot on the cold drink box was broken, and Lee almost walked away before he spotted the giant mayonnaise jar at the rear of the box. It was full of quarters, dimes and nickels, so he dropped in a couple of quarters and helped himself to two ginger ales and a Coke from inside, pulled some cups from the cardboard container and made his way back, clutching the whole assortment to his chest.
"I can see why nobody drinks in North Carolina. Going through this every time would be enough to put a man on the wagon for good."
Cathy asked for just a little in hers, and some Coke. "Remember I've got a class in the morning," she said. Lee poured himself a good-sized-belt, and rocked back in his chair. A few couples had gotten up to dance. He started to say something about the size of the two girls nearest him, but thought better of it.
"Care to dance?" He was kidding, and hoped she would take it that way. "Oh, no thanks. I'm not much of a dancer." Lee breathed a sigh of relief. "Neither am I. I guess we'll just sit this one out." Cathy noticed that he had slipped his chair closer to hers when he returned with the mixers. "I'll have to go after this drink," she reminded. "Maybe we can come again when you're back in town." Lee smiled, that was the sort of talk he wanted to hear. It could be nice having a good-looking girl as close as the telephone every time he was in the area. "Well, let me have another, even if you won't, and we'll Cathy looked as though she'd spotted a ghost. Her eyes suddenly were two wide ovals. "What's wrong? ... Did I say something...." Cathy lowered her eyes down at her drink. "It's my boyfriend!"
Lee scanned the crowd of newcomers, hoping there wouldn't be one over five nine. "Boyfriend! Which one?"
"The one with the blue shirt talking to Ben," she said, still looking straight into the bottom of her cup.
"I see one with a blue shirt, but if that chick's named Ben, I've been buying my drinks from the wrong guy."
Cathy looked again. It was Cindy Moore! And was she ever clearing a path with that low scooped blouse and corduroy miniskirt. All the men were falling all over themselves as they caught a glimpse of those big, round breasts of hers just barely hidden under her low-cut blouse.
"Why that two-timing sneak! And with Cindy Moore. I oughta' ... "
"I wouldn't say too much if I were you," said Lee. "After all, he's not the only one with a date."
"That's different," pouted Cathy, "You don't know Cindy Moore like I do. She's the biggest tramp on the campus." Lee downed the rest of his bourbon. "Just the same, let's just leave quietly ... and you two can hash it all out later." Cathy grabbed his arm as he started to get up. "Oh, no you don't. Let's have that second drink you offered me. I don't feel like going home yet. In fact, I may not go home at all."
"Now you're talking," smiled Lee. "You just sit tight and I'll go see if Big Ben will let me have a couple more."
Cathy watched the busty redhead as she slinked her way across the dance floor, wiggling her full, provocative buttocks at the men as she walked. She knew every eye was on her, and she loved it. Larry graciously pulled her chair out for her, and helped her be seated.
That no-good rat! He never once offered to do that for me! Just wait 'til I get through with him ... "Here we are, sweetheart," said Lee, "Just what the doctor ordered."
"Don't bother to mix it ... I'll take mine straight ... just like she's having," demanded Cathy, glaring at the willowy redhead as she waved away the mixer. "Okay, baby. But are you sure you know what you're doing? I mean, that redhead looks like she's ... been around."
"What makes you think I haven't!?" she snapped. "I'm not a kid, you know." Lee poured a half-cup of straight bourbon and slid it over in front of her. "Simmer down. You haven't got to prove anything. Not to me, anyway."
Cindy leaned forward as she talked, being sure to give all the ogling men around her a good look at her firm breasts. Larry still hadn't spotted Cathy and Lee. "I'm not trying to prove anything! I just want another drink, that's all," pouted Cathy. "And don't be such a drag!"
"All right, honey, you're asking for it. Here! Have another shot." He filled her cup to the top with the potent southern bourbon.
Cathy tried not to make a face when the burning liquid went down her throat, but it was impossible. She'd never had straight whisky before, and the hundred-proof brew slammed into her stomach like hot acid, boiling around until she felt the unmistakable signs of nausea coming on.
"Take it easy, you don't have to drink it all in one gulp," said Lee, offering her the bottle of ginger ale.
Cathy took another big swallow, but this time let it trickle in tiny mouthfuls down the back of her throat. She thought her mouth would catch fire from the burning liquor, and grabbed for the ginger ale to chase the whisky down.
Larry and Cindy got up to dance as a rock-and-roll number came up on the jukebox. A dozen different men stopped their conversations about their crops and the lack of rainfall and turned their attention eagerly to Cindy's ripe, young form as she began to slowly gyrate in time to the grinding beat. Her miniskirt barely covered the twin globes of her smooth, well rounded buttocks, and as she danced, it rode up on her hips, giving the wide-eyed farmers a glimpse of her smooth, soft thighs and the bright red panties underneath. The music grew faster and faster, and Cindy didn't miss a beat, bending way over from the waist as she flailed her arms in the smoky air, her bulging breasts dangling under her, as if about to bounce free of her low-scooping blouse at any second. Lee had tried not to watch her at first, but he, too, found that the sight was irresistible. Cindy had every man in the room spellbound, as she swirled and shimmied on the sawdust floor, her long, rich red hair tossing from side to side as she ground and jerked in time to the music.
All the men on the dance floor had stepped back to the sides, and even their dates were watching in gaping disbelief as the young girl danced. Finally, Larry joined them, stepping clear of the dance area and giving the wildly swinging redhead the floor to herself. Cindy was at one with the blaring music, her eyes closed, prepared for every driving beat with a new movement of her own. She liked being the center of attention, and knew how to keep it.
With her open palms she ever-so-slowly eased her skirt even further up on the gentle bulge of her hips, as the men roared their approval. Then someone yelled the inevitable. "Take it off!" Cindy's eyes snapped open at that, and she gave the helpful man an unmistakable answer with her hips, bucking them forward and back with the kind of polished motion one doesn't learn on the dance floor.
The record spun to a halt, and there was a deadly silent pause as the old machine pulled another up from its bowels and dropped it on the turntable. Cindy stayed glued to the center of the room, gasping to catch her breath. She paused for a few seconds as the record wound into high gear, then jumped back into the music as if she'd never stopped. The drunken crowd roared again as someone turned the volume as high as it would go; the louder beat was like a transfusion to the swirling Cindy.
One of the braver men jumped into the ring with her, clumsily imitating her smooth undulations as the others cheered him on. Cindy ground her pelvis teasingly at him, backing away coolly as he made a grab for her with his big arms.
"Atta' boy, Jimmy Lee," yelled one of his buddies, "Go git 'er!" The pounding music and Cindy's tantalizing movements were driving the onlookers into a drunken frenzy.
But the wilder they got, the more Cindy teased them on. Her miniskirt came together in the back with a row of snaps, and everyone grabbed for another drink as she reached behind and popped the first one open, giving the eager watchers a peek at the smooth expanse of flesh at the small of her gently sloping back. Another snap followed, then another, and finally, she held the tiny skirt together with only her hands at her back.
"Come on, baby! Drop it! Let's see what 'ya got!"
The wide-eyed crowd was jammed together so tightly in a circle around the dance floor, that those in back had climbed up on their tables for a better look. Cindy waited until the tension was so tight you could almost see it, then tossed her arms high in the airthe miniskirt dropping to the sawdust. Her long, smooth legs came together perfectly at the base of her beautifully rounded buttocks, barely concealed by her ultrabrief bikini panties. Lee couldn't take his eyes off her, his gaze held magically to the gentle curve of her belly as it disappeared beneath the daringly low-hung panties. He could see that her red hair was indeed real, for the tiniest brush of silken red fringe peeked from under her tight panties as they swooped low on her hips.
Cathy choked down the last of the bourbon, holding her breath until every drop was gone. She could see Larry hiding behind the wildly cheering men across the room. He'd spotted her, all right, because every time she looked his way she could see his eyes quickly turn away.
Serves him right, she told herself ... wonder what he thinks of his "nice girl" now ... The liquor was working its spell on Cathy, and as Cindy writhed on and on, it became harder and harder to focus clearly on her fast-moving body. Even the people at the next table were getting fuzzy around the edges.
Cindy grabbed the bottom edge of her blouse and gave it a warming-up tug, lifting it high enough to expose her smooth, bare midriff, glistening with perspiration.
"That's the way, honey ... Give it a yank!" yelled Ben. He'd locked the door, so this little party wouldn't be broken up by a bunch of sober newcomers. This was one night he didn't want ruined.
Cathy glared at the voluptuous redhead that had every man in the house wrapped around her finger. What's she got that I haven't got, she asked herself. I could do that just as well as she can ... She grabbed the table edge for support and climbed unsteadily to her feet, but suddenly the room began to spin like a toy top.
"No, you don't!" shouted Lee over the din of the crowd. "You're in no condition to go anywhere!" He pulled her back into her seat, and she landed so hard that it tipped nearly over. "You just stay put!" he ordered. "I'll get a couple of ginger ales ... no more booze for you."
Cindy yanked the cotton blouse over her head as Lee pushed his way through the mob to reach the drink machine. He turned just as her big, firm breasts fell free, twin mounds of ripe, soft flesh that bounced against each other as she wiggled. Lee couldn't take his eyes off them, nor could any man in the roomthey were perfectly formed, full ripe melons with tiny pink nipples that throbbed with excitement as they met the open air. Nothing covered her nakedness now except the tiny panties, and they were like a red flag in front of a room full of bullsbegging to be ripped from her writhing young body.
Ben unlocked the jukebox and slipped another record on as this one ended. He wasn't about to let a long pause change her mind about finishing what she'd started. Lee pulled a couple of bottles from the cooler and started to turn, when he was crushed against the machine by the shifting mob.
"Hey, what's going on!" he yelled to the man shoved tightly against him. "She's up on a table now!" he shouted.
Lee pushed and shoved his way back to his table where Cathy sat glued to her seat. She was the only one in the room still sitting. He sat back down, not taking his eyes off Cindy for a second as she teasingly pulled her panties over the curve of her buttocks enough to show the deep sensuous crevice, then pulled them up with the timing of a seasoned stripper. So intent was he on not missing a single bump or grind, that he didn't notice as Cathy slipped from her seat. The crowd shifted again and only then did he see....
"Cathy! What the hell do you think you're doing!?" She had climbed up on the opposite end of the long table, and Cindy seemed delighted to have some company. "Come on, sweetie," yelled Cindy. "You've got a lot of catching up to do!" Lee jumped from his seat, but was quickly shoved roughly back down by a pair of enormous arms. "Just you sit tight, little fella'," slobbered the enormous Ben, "And nothing'll happen to 'ya."
And Cathy didn't waste any time catching up. Hurriedly she unbuttoned her high-collar blouse and tossed it to the floor, her firm, young breasts like young fresh peaches still held tightly by her bra. But in a moment, that too fluttered to the floor, and her lovely tits bounced free, her jutting nipples like two tiny buds swelling into hardness as all eyes shifted to her. Ben forgot his charge for a split-second, but that was all Lee needed. In one swift move, he bolted to his feet and snatched Cathy from her table-top perch, with the hulking Ben right on his heels.
"Hey, come back here, you!" he shouted, but the big man couldn't move fast enough in the crowded room.
"Let me go! Let me go!" screamed Cathy, pounding her fists on his face as he half-carried her out the corridor. He glanced back just in time to see Cindy's bikini panties slip smoothly over the smooth length of her legs and drop to the floor with a kick of her ankle her naked, young body writhing savagely in front of the wildly roaring crowd. Even Ben forgot his chase as Cindy's full loveliness came into viewher slim, narrow waist flaring gently into smooth, unblemished hips, and the soft warm-red mound at the junction of her tender thighs.
Lee made one hasty glancing look around the room. Cathy's boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. He pulled her through the door as she struggled to get free, a wild savage, still half naked, her firm, ripe young breasts tossing as she clawed to escape.
Suddenly he jerked to a haltthere leaning against his car was Cathy's boyfriend Larry! Directly between Lee and his own car. Larry raised his fists, ready for a fight, but Lee raced ahead full-speed, smashing one hard, bruising punch into his surprised face without so much as a word. Larry rolled off the fender of his car, and dropped to one knee in the mud. That was the break he neededhe shoved Cathy in from the driver's side and jumped behind the wheel, locking the door as it shut. Larry raced behind the car as it gunned through the puddle and onto the highway and was gone.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hey, look who's coming to life!"
Cathy struggled to focus her eyes, but was still lost in the dizzying merry-go-round that whirled around hera spinning montage of blurring faces and flashing lights. It was a roombut that was all she could telland there were faces in the air above her. She blinked her reddened eyes again and again, each time the faces growing a little clearer as she squinted in the harsh light.
"Sit tight, sweetheart, everything's gonna be okay." The voice wasn't familiar, but there was another face yet to speak. "Right, baby. You just pull your little self back together; you've got an act to finish," laughed the other face. "Lee! Where am I?" Where have you taken me. I...." Slowly it all began to come backBen's, the bourbon ... even climbing on the table with Cindy Moore. The room zoomed clearly into focusit was small, like a motel room, paneled in some kind of imitation wood. There were landscapes hanging on the walls, and the drapes were tightly drawn. The other man walked over to the door, and flipped the light switches off, leaving only the bedside table lamp still burning.
"Now don't get all worked up," said the man, "Instead, why don't you have another drink. It'll clear your head." He walked to the long vinyl-covered shelf by the bathroom door, and poured a healthy slug of bourbon into one of the glasses put there by the motel, then diluted it with a splash of ginger ale. "Here you go, honey. All fixed upjust for you."
Cathy took the glass from his outstretched hand, and gulped it down in searing swallows. It was beginning to taste good, and she could feel it as it seeped into her blood-stream almost immediately, with the sweet ginger ale as a catalyst. Only then did she notice she was under the white sheet, with two thick pillows behind her head. Suddenly she remembered her blouseshe peeked under the sheet to make sure.
"Sorry about the blouse," said Lee, "But it just wasn't the right time to go back and ask for it."
The other man laughed. "Who cares? She's not gonna' need it tonight, that's for sure." The words worked their way slowly to Cathy's fuzzy brain. She started to speak, but instead, sank back into the comfortable foam rubber pillows. The whole bed began to shake as if the room were moving.
"Move over, sweetheart," said the strange man, "here comes daddy!" Cathy bolted upright in the bed, forgetting for an instant that she was still naked from the waist up, as she felt the man's hand slide under the sheet and along her bare legs. She squeezed her knees together and pulled them tightly against her body at his touch.
"Take your hands off me! Lee, make this man leave me alone," demanded Cathy, but Lee only laughed, taking another sip of his tall drink as he sat opposite the bed against the far wall.
"Maybe I ought to introduce you two," he said when his laughter subsided. "Cathy, this is Bill Mitchell, my partner."
"I ... I remember. The briefcase in your car," said Cathy, clutching the sheet to her chest to cover her bare breasts. "But it doesn't matter who he is. You've got to take me home ... please, I've got to go home...." Her words were running together, but her mind was fighting to make the right moves. "You promised ... you promised to take me home...." She closed her eyes and the room lurched into another dizzying spin.
"Don't worry 'bout a thing, little girl," said Bill, his hand inching its way under the sheet again. "Daddy here's gonna' take you home ... right after we come back from outer space, right, baby?" Cathy was frightened by the man, his eyes were inky black, without a trace of warmth.
His hand began to very gently stroke the soft surface of her leg, tracing the curving line of her calf upward to her knee. She tried to squirm away from him, out of his reach, but he moved closer and closer on the bed, his eyes not leaving hers for a split-second. She was terrified to look him in the face, but equally as frightened to look away.
"Lee ... Lee please ... give me a shirt or something ... and take me back home ... please, you promised." Cathy's eyes were beginning to water, but she stubbornly refused to let them see her cry. "Lee, please ... I'm scared ... please," her voice was starting to crack.
Finally he rose from his chair. "Now just stop all that silliness. Bill just wants to have a little fun. No more than you and that boyfriend do on Saturdays out behind the barn. And it's still earlyyou were only passed out for thirty minutes or so. You've still got time to make it back before the chickens get up." Bill thought that was funny, and he laughed through his yellowed teeth, still watching Cathy, like a hawk about to make his move. The horrifying awareness of what the two strange men had in store for her was beginning to make its acid impression on her braina burning fear that soon was foremost in her mind as she waited in dread for Bill to do what she knew must come next. This can't be happening to me. It can't! I've got to do something ... anything. I've got to get out of here ... yes! that's it! that's what I should do....
Still holding the sheet to her breasts, Cathy shakily swung her legs to the floor on the side opposite Bill, and darted for the door, not knowing what would happen on the other side. But it seemed her only hope.
"Oh, no. None of that stuff, honey," said Bill, catching her with one sweep of his hand and tossing her roughly back onto the bed. The sheet slipped from her grip as she fell, and she scrambled to recover it, her young body half-naked as the two men laughed at her new troubles.
"Come on, you're not gonna' need that sheet. Why don't you just let daddy Bill have it," he grinned, yanking the sheet off her and tossing it across the room. Cathy lay in abject terror, cowering as she vainly tried to cover her nakedness with her hands. "Please ... No, please ... you just can't." She'd held back the tears as long as she could. "Oh, please don't hurt me," she cried. "Hurt you! Sweetheart, I'm not gonna' hurt you ... You're gonna' hurt me, hurt me real good. Isn't that right, sweetie...." Bill climbed back onto the rumpled bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he balanced shakily on his knees. Lee seemed oblivious to everything that was happening, watching blankly from across the room, rolling his glass between his palms as his buddy tossed his shirt onto a nearby chair.
"Please, Bill," begged Cathy, " ... can't we talk about this ... I mean, please ... I've never done this before."
"Oh, come on, honey," laughed Bill. "You don't have to play games with me. I'm not 'gonna tell your mother or anything like that. After tonight you'll probably never see me again, so let's live a little."
Cathy could see that reasoning with him was useless. Lee was her only hope. A� "Lee ... Lee!" cried Cathy. "You're not going to just sit there and let this happen are you. I mean ... you've been so nice. You're not like this ... this animal!" For a few slow seconds he only glared at her half-naked young body cowering against the headboard of the bed. "Maybe you misjudged me, baby. Just like I misjudged you," was all he said.
"I don't understand, Lee," she whimpered. "I just don't understand at all. What do you mean, Lee ... what do you ... "
"Just shut up and get that skirt pulled up. You're keeping us waiting!" he yelled.
Bill knew it wouldn't be very long now. He hadn't been too sure there for a few minutes that Lee would back him upthat maybe he was going to chicken out. But now he had no doubtsin only a handful of minutes he would be punching some of this gorgeous young pussy. And oh how good it was going to be; he was sure of that at least. With sweet young tits like that the rest would have to be out of this worldand he was beginning to get tired of waiting to see it.
"You heard the man," he sneered, "Let's see the rest." Bill reached toward her trembling body as she squirmed tight back against the headboard of the rickety bed.
"No! ... no, I'll take it off myself. Just don't touch me, please," she pleaded. Cathy tried not to notice the terrifying animal glint in the stocky man's squinty eyes as she fumbled with the hook of her skirt; it was hopeless to try to talk her way out of this and she knew it only too well.
Maybe he only wants to touch me or something, she told herself; maybe he'll leave me alone then.
Beneath the surface she knew how far this was from the real truth, but her mind refused to accept anything else. Dulled by the alcohol numbing her brain, it was all like a horrible dream, and Cathy knew that any second now it would suddenly endjust as suddenly as it all began.
Bill pulled his undershirt over his head and threw it in the general area of his shirt, then eased himself clumsily off the bed. Bracing himself with one hand against the bedside table, he unsnapped his pants and managed to work his zipper down, slowly he lifted one leg, then the other; and finally, only his under-shorts remained. He pushed hard against the table and propelled his drunken form onto the bed. Cathy was on all fours, wearing only her panties, garter belt and stockings, as she backed away cautiously.
"Oh no you don't," he snarled. "You're not going anywhere!" He yanked her arm and pulled her off balance, and she collapsed on the bed beside him. "Hey, sport, how about killing that light?" he grunted in Lee's direction.
His sweaty palm dropped on Cathy's bare belly, and she stiffened like a board, afraid to even move. "Loosen up a little, you'll live longer," said Bill, his hand rubbing the soft flesh of her belly in ever-widening circles as Lee switched off the light and settled at the foot of the bed. Cathy's frightened eyes snapped in the semi-darkness of the neon sign outside from one man to the otherbegging, pleading for a glimmer of hope.
This can't be real! It can't be happening! It can't be!
Suddenly Bill arched over her and planted his mouth wetly on her firm breast, his lips sucking hungrily at the tiny pink nipple. Cathy gasped involuntarily at the unexpected contact, and struggled to push him away, but he simply pinned her helplessly with his strong arms.
"No ... please! No!" she pleaded, as his rough tongue rolled her sensitive young nipple around in his mouth, his teeth gently nibbling at the delicate bud.
He pulled one arm behind her head, so that he could restrain her with only his left arm, and slid his right hand along the smooth expanse of skin toward the elastic confines of her tight nylon panties.
Lee watched eagerly as the other man eased his fingers under the tight elastic waistband of her flimsy little panties. He could clearly see her young body tense as Bill's hand made its first contact with the softness of her pelvis, his fingertips lightly brushing her sparse pubic mound under the smooth material of the nylon as he gently stroked her nakedness.
Cathy's trembling lips parted as if about to speak, but not a sound came out. The silence was electric as Lee watched his pal twist his fingers in her taut panties and slowly, teasingly, draw them down over the bulge of her hips. His mouth had left the delicate pink softness of her firm, ripe breast and was nibbling its way along the smooth flatness of her belly, pausing as his tongue snaked out to wriggle into her shallow navel.
Only the outside light of the neon sign illuminated the room, but Lee could clearly see all of Cathy's firm, teen-age nakedness as Bill worked her panties down past the warm, inviting junction of her soft thighs, her creamy smooth legs bare above the tops of her stockings. Her sparse, youthful pubic hair formed a tantalizing V-shaped mound that held the two men's eyes like a powerful magnet, marking the warm, wet softness that lay just below.
Bill deftly unsnapped the four garters holding her flesh-colored stockings up, and pushed the filmy mesh down the young girl's long, smooth legs. Through tear-clouded eyes, Cathy could see that Lee, too, had removed his shirt and trousers and was hanging them neatly on the back of a chair.
Lee settled on the soft bed beside her and leaned over and tenderly kissed the frightened girl on her tongue moistened lips. "Lee ... Lee," whispered Cathy hoarsely. "Please don't hurt me ... please." He placed his finger to her lips and picked up the remnants of her bourbon and ginger ale from the nightstand table.
"Here, you left some."
Cathy gulped down the remaining liquid in two quick swallows, hoping the alcohol would give her sanctuary, but it only blurred the already-hazy faces of the two men sitting with her on the bed. Cathy closed her reddened eyes and waited for the booze to do its job. She felt Lee's hands on her legsshe knew they were his because they were soft and gentle, not rough and vicious like the other man's. In a funny sort of way, Lee's hand felt rather good; under any other circumstances she might not have minded at all. Certainly he was a good-looking man, not a dumb farm boy like most of the guys she had dated. If only she were alone with himwithout his awful friend....
"There now, that's better," said Lee, smiling. "You see, Bill, you just have to use a little tenderness. Cathy's not like those butch carhops you run around with." Bill didn't seem to appreciate the humor. "All right, already. You proved your point," he snapped. "But I'm tired of playing games. She's not the only bird available, you know."
"Nobody's forcing you into anything, pal!" shouted Lee. Bill lowered his head sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I guess it's just all the liquor I've been pouring in tonight."
Cathy could hear it all, but the words were just thatwords, and meaningless. Her head was spinning like a carousel since she closed her eyes and she was fast entering a private world of her own. While the two men were arguing, Lee had finished removing her stockings and dropped them in a pile beside the bed. Gingerly, in slow, deliberate motions, he unfastened her white garter belt and eased it from under her hips. Now only her rolled-up panties remained, stretched tightly down around her thighs. And in another few seconds, they had joined the rest of her clothes on the floor. Lee sat up straight and looked her overshe was the picture of ripe loveliness as she lay sprawled on the sheet. Slowly, he leaned over her and placed his open hand on her breast. Cathy gave a little staccato gasp as his fingers touched her bare breast, but offered no resistance. Her eyes were still tightly closed, and she was a million miles away as long as she wanted to be.
Gently, rhythmically he fondled the firm round breast with his fingertips, squeezing the warm flesh between his fingers, leaving tiny red trails in the delicate skin around her pink nipple. He held the tiny bud of a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, firmly massaging the lovely peak until it grew hard. He could hear Cathy's breath coming faster as he teasingly caressed the sensitive flesh.
"Ummmmm...." she murmured between half-parted lips, her luscious body beginning to stir as Lee fondled both her young ripe breasts beneath his strong hands. Without missing a beat, he lowered his head to her smooth, gently trembling belly and kissed her again and again, nibbling the tender flesh along the faint line of peach-fuzz that trailed away toward the fragrant mound of light pubic hair that seemed to draw him on. Like a hungry animal he chewed on the wispy clump of soft hair at the base of her belly, then worked his tongue along the beginnings of her warm, wet vaginal slit until his tongue made jolting electric contact with her budding clitoris. Her naked body snapped like a whip beneath him as he lashed out at the tiny nodule of raw nerve-endings. His left hand still massaging the glistening white mound of her young breast, he pushed her now unresistingknees back up against her body. Then, as Bill watched eagerly in the dim light, Lee forgot, for the moment, her firm, bulging breast, and buried his face in the hot dampness of her upturned loins. Holding her knees tightly back, he spread apart the tender folds of pink flesh around the narrow slit of her warm, defenseless pussy, tenderly rubbing the sensitive folds as her whole body quivered at his touch. She jerked savagely again as his lips made contact with the warm wetness of her cunt, his tongue probing its way like a lizard between the tight walls of hot pulsating young flesh.
"Ooooh, Lee ... ooooh, please ... please don't" moaned Cathy as his rough tongue probed deeper and deeper into her burning vagina. She wanted to fight back, to scream and kick and scratchbut somehow she couldn't, for this was something she'd never quite felt before. And his experienced lips were bringing out a part of her she didn't know existed. The liquor hadn't numbed her after all, but rather, just washed away her inhibitionsand it felt unbelievably good to have a man do these things to her. Her hips began to move as though they had a mind of their own, grinding up to meet his hungry lips in a smooth savage rhythm she'd never felt before. It was as though some primeval part of her had been lurking beneath the surface for all her nineteen years, and now it had commandeered her mind and body and was taking her to places she never dreamed of. She could feel his tongue wiggling its way like a struggling snake inside herand she wanted itshe wanted it!
"Oh, yes ... yes! That's it...." She gasped out the words as she grabbed his head with both her hands and pulled with all her strength, fighting to bury his face in her burning wet pussy.
Lee locked his lips on the agonizingly sensitive bud of her clitoris, twirling it like a piece of candy between his teeth, as shattering Waves of pure animal pleasure coursed like chills through her naked body.
"Oh, that's so good ... so good," she murmured over and over.
Bill's eyes were two enormous white saucers as he watched Lee burying his face in her wet young pussy. His cock had jerked up like a flagpole out of his shorts, and he could feel his balls swelling like two balloons, threatening to explode apart at any moment.
"Don't stop, oh don't stop!" she pleaded through tightly clenched teeth. Lee sucked the tingling bud between his lips until Cathy squealed with ecstasy. He knew she was his nowthat nothing would stand between him and this ripe young creature writhing beneath him. Her firm breasts, standing temptingly on their own, with that youthful tautness that only teen-age girls know, bounced against each other as she squirmed from side to side, twisting the sheet beneath her in her helplessness.
With one quick yank, he unsnapped his undershorts and climbed to his knees, his thighs pressed tight against the flesh of her smooth, upturned young buttocks, wet and glistening as it lay waiting for him like a king's banquet.
"Oh, please ... don't stop! That felt so good ... so good," she sighed through her alcohol haze. A big grin stretched across Lee's face. "Stop? Who's stopping? I'm just getting started, honey." Cathy opened her eyes, squinting in the weak light from the outside. She lifted her head wearilyit felt like it was made of lead. "What ... what're you doing?" Her voice was almost a whisper.
Lee didn't take time for an explanation. With one hand he gripped his thick, hard cock, its throbbing head swelled to three times its usual size, and lunged toward the warm shelter of her tight, wet pussy.
Suddenly the awareness of what was happening cut through the numbing haze of the liquor, and she struggled like a savage to escape his thrusting penis.
"No! NO! Not that ... no, please, Lee, please!" she begged. And then she knew it was hopelessshe looked up straight into Bill's leering face. He was holding her arms pinned to the mattress over her head!
Wildly from side to side she twisted her hips, dodging his thick cock as he pushed against her naked genitals again and again.
"If that's the way you want to play, it's all right with me," Lee said threateningly. And with two strong hands he pinned her knees flat against her chest, pushing them so tightly against her that her open vaginal lips aimed nearly straight up at Lee. Suddenly his stiff penis slipped between the wet outer folds of her tight young pussy....
"No! No! Plea ... Bill cut her off in mid-scream as his hand clapped firmly over her mouth.
Pushing with all the strength in his loins, Lee shoved the thick shaft as far as it would go in her tightly resisting orifice, the hot fleshy walls giving way like soft butter as, without mercy, he plunged to the hilt in her womb. So hard was his lunge that he hardly felt the flimsy membrane of her virginal hymen give way as he buried his aching cock deep up in her quivering young belly.
Cathy tried to scream, but the hand over her mouth held it back. It felt like a fence post had been shoved up inside her, ripping her flesh apart as it smashed into her very insides.
Oh God, it hurts! I didn't know it would hurt like this! It's killing me ... Killing me! "Jesus, she's tight," muttered Lee. "I can barely get it in!"
Bill didn't think he could wait another minute. "Man, if you don't make it quick, I'm 'gonna make one helluva mess," confessed Bill, his stiff prick standing straight out from the gap in his undershorts.
"Don't rush me. And take your hand off her mouth," ordered Lee. "She'll be quiet now."
The initial agonizing pain had gone away, but every lunging jab seemed to be tunneling deeper and deeper in the warm wetness of the hole between her lips and Cathy was barely able to hold back the tears. It all seemed so dirtyso perverted. She felt like the lowest kind of animalused and debased.
Bill couldn't pull his eyes away for a second from the tightly puckered lips of her vagina, clutching like a strong fist the long, thick fleshy shaft that was pumping in and out in long, slow rhythmic motions. He could see the hard, glistening prick pull nearly out of the wet fuzz-rimmed passage, then disappear again out of sight between its tight, moist walls as Lee shoved his aching cock into her wet pussy again and again.
"Please, Lee ... you're hurting me ... Please don't!" she begged. But she didn't fight backand that surprised even her. Slowlythe agonizing pain began to ease into quivering ripples of pleasure as his stiff prick slithered deep into her warm, wet passage, poking and probing her soft virginal flesh in a steady, pounding rhythm. "Please...." she began, but the urge to resist had vanished. And in its placea welling, surging ball of fire that was glowing hotter and hotter in her naked belly.
Lee arched his hips as far back as he could, burying his thick, hard cock right up to his pelvis with each grinding thrust. Cathy could feel its hardness deep in her stomach, pounding and grinding into her in a slow, deliberate rhythm that fanned the ever-growing flames of wanton desire into a raging inferno. Every plunging thrust, rippling like steel through the soft, warm walls of her cuntal passage, brought her closer and closer to that point of helplessness she never knew was there.
Suddenly she reached behind him and gripped tightly his bare buttocks, her sharp nails biting like barbed hooks, holding him tightly pressed against her wet crotch. With every downward thrust, she pulled with all her strength, driving his rock-hard prick as far as it would go into her hot, hungry tunnel. Lee could see she was nearing her climax, though Cathy herself had no idea what was in store for her. She couldn't have guessed that anything so fantasticso devastatingwas about to happen....
And suddenly she was there ... "Oh, God! Don't stop ... Don't stop!" she screamed, caught up in its sudden joy, her arms flailing the air helplessly at her sides. "Please don't stop!"
Lee stepped up his grinding rhythm, plunging as hard as he could into her soft tender pussy, tunneling faster and faster through the warm, wet walls that tightly held his bursting cock. Sweat was pouring off his back as he shoved his bucking shaft into her againand againand again....
"Aaaaggghh!" she moaned, the animal groan coming from somewhere deep inside her tortured body as the room spun crazily around her. Lee had held back as long as he could; he gave one last, pounding lunge that sank right up to his brushy pelvis, wet and matted with the juices that nearly gushed from her tight, wildly clasping pussy. And the flood of sperm and semenheld back so painfully longexploded in a white, streaming burst that filled her very belly with his warm sticky load. Over and overa half-dozen times or morehis rapidly deflating cock fired its insides into her womb before it collapsed into a useless, rubbery rope of flesh.
Cathy trembled uncontrollably as Lee eased his deflating prick out of her sensitive passage, unable to regain her breath. She tried to speak, but it was impossible to fill her lungs with enough air.
Lee lifted her gently by her shoulders, holding her up enough to catch her breath. "That's it, honey. Take deep breaths," he said. "Hey, you really go all out when you do it, don't you? I mean, you put everything into it."
Cathy filled her lungs with long, deep breaths. "I wouldn't know ... that was my ... my first time," she whispered hoarsely. Lee didn't say a word, just stared at her in disbelief. And then, "Are you putting me on? Did you really mean what you just said?" Cathy nodded, tears beginning once again to run down her reddened cheeks. "I meant it, all right. It's the truth."
"What's all the talk about," asked Bill. "I've waited long enough." He unsnapped his undershorts, and climbed onto the bed. "Come on, baby. I'll show you what a real man's like."
Cathy didn't make any effort to get away, but Lee could see the pitiful look of terror in her eyes, like a frightened doe at the mercy of a hunter. "Not right now, Bill," he said, placing his hand on Bill shoulder's as he-edged toward the terrified girl. "I don't think she's up to it."
"What the hell are you talking about If she was 'up to it' for you, then she's ready for me!" Bill shoved his hand aside and slithered up beside Cathy's naked body. " ... Aren't you, sweetheart?"
Cathy looked helplessly to Lee, pleading with her eyes that he not abandon her to this animal. She couldn't stand to even look at him, just the sight of him made her feel sick inside. Even his hands felt slimy and dirty when they touched herhis face half-contorted in a filthy grin. Cathy wasn't really certain why this man repulsed her sohe wasn't really ugly or anythingbut there was just something about him that gave her the cold shivers when he came near.
"Well, sweetheart, what'ya say? Are you gonna' give it to me real niceor do I have to take it? Either way's all right with me." He was holding his long, stiff cock in his right hand, and Cathy could see that it was at least an inch longer than Lee's, or at least it seemed to be.
"Please, Bill ... you just can't," she pleaded, her bruised passage still throbbing from the harsh ravishment she had just gone through. Holding it like that, his cock looked like a spear to herlong, thin and hard; but she couldn't pull her gaze away from itit was strangely fascinating. And though she dreaded his touch with every fiber of her being, still some morbid curiosity kept her from screaming and kicking her way out of his reach.
"Okay, we'll do it the hard way." Lee reached out as if to stop his buddy, but quickly pulled back. "Turn that pretty little ass of yours over, cutie," ordered Bill. "Let's try something new." Cathy didn't move an inch. "Come on, Bill. You don't want to do that ... I mean ... she's not that kind of girl," stammered Lee. "Oh, stop worrying," replied Bill. "I'm not gonna' cornhole her, if that's what you mean."
Bill grabbed her bare legs just above her ankles, and twisted her over roughly, forcing her to roll over on her belly, crushing her naked breasts beneath her. In the dimly lit room, the two men breathed heavily at the sight of her smooth, unblemished buttocks, twin mounds of warm, soft flesh, quivering as she trembled before her attacker. Her long, gracefully curving legs came together tantalizingly at the tops of her delicate thighs, still moist with perspiration. Cathy lay paralyzed with feartoo terrified to move. Bill laughed at her blushing, maidenly innocence. "You know, Lee, she might not have been kidding. You were on the level, weren't you kid? About being a virgin, I mean."
Cathy chewed into her bottom lip to keep from crying, and nodded yes.
"Well, that's one problem you'll never have to worry about again," said Bill, easing his hands under her belly. Locking his fingers together over the soft, sparse mound at the junction of her thighs, he lifted her to her knees.
Her naked, defenseless buttocks now thrust directly up at Bill, wide open and vulnerable for anything he desired. He looked down at heran unbelievable delicacy, so perfectly ripe and delicious as her firm, young ass squirmed nearly in his face, waiting for his next move.
"I don't suppose you need any warming up," he leered. "I can see that tight little pussy of yours is still plenty wet and juicy." He placed the throbbing head of his long, stiff prick right at the moist, narrow opening of her moist passage, and eased it slowly into the soft, tight holeonly a fraction inthen a tiny bit more....
Cathy felt the choking ball of nausea welling inside her. She wanted more than anything to lunge forward, to scramble away from this awful man before it was too late. To run all the way back to her house if she had toanything to make this nightmare end. But she couldn'tshe just couldn't. Now his hands had massaged their way along her bare belly and were gently caressing the soft flesh of her breasts, delicately fondling the sensitive nipples as she cowered before him like a helpless slave before its master.
He squeezed her soft breasts tightly between his wide-spread fingers as his long throbbing cock slipped easily between the tight, wet walls of pink fleshpushing his hairy loins forward to force his hard cock deeper and deeper inside her warm receptive hole.
Bill could feel her young body tense as his prick slithered like a hungry snake deep up into her wet, pulsating little cunt. "Don't be so tense, baby," said Bill, his hands still fondling her tender breasts. "Loosen up a little ... you'll thank me for it."
Nearly all of his long, hard cock was now buried in her warm, moist passage, easing slowly in and out in long, easy strokes as he probed deeper inside her than anyone had ever been. He knew he was in virgin territorythat Lee couldn't have fucked her this deepand Cathy knew it, too. That same hot, agonizing glow was beginning to make its presence felt in her quivering belly, and suddenly she realized that her breath was coming in quick, rhythmic gaspsin perfect time with the hard shaft that was working its way into her from behind.
Oh my God, what's happening to me! This is so dirty ... so perverted! Am I turning into an animal ... Bill could feel her "turning on" and started to pick up the deep, smooth strokes, stepping up the rhythm as she began to respond.
"Mmmmmmm," she murmured, her lips only slightly parted, her eyes tightly shut. Without even knowing it, she began to grind her smooth hips in a tiny circle, rocking forward and back gently as his cock wormed deeper and deeper up in her tight, quivering belly.
"Ooooohh ... Ooooohhh, yes ... yes, that's it...." Her body was a hungry flesh, eager and willing to swallow up this intruding shaft as she moved back as far as she could, forcing it even deeper inside her.
Half of her was fighting like mad to keep from surrendering to this strange, overpowering desire, but the rest of her body was already caught in its strong grip. Every long, deep thrust seemed to plunge deeper than the one before.
Bill didn't miss a beatsmoothly and teasingly slipping his stiff cock into her hot, wet pussy, almost to the hilt. He could see that, now, she was ready for anything. Grabbing her hips like two steering knobs, he shoved his cock as far as it would go up inside her, burying it all the way up to the hilt in her belly.
"No! No ... stop, please! Just for a minute, stop! You're hurting me ... Please!" cried Cathy, her naked young body twisting and squirming like an impaled insect as he smashed into her delicate passage again and again. She tried to get away, but it was hopeless.
Bill pulled her upturned ass tight back against his loins as he screwed her, her wet crotch grinding against his hairy pelvis as he rocked back and forth at a frantic pace. He had held back as long as he could, and now he pounded his way into her young pulsating belly like a savage animal, sweat pouring off his naked body.
"Stop, please ... you're killing me!" she screamed. "Please!" But he didn't ease up for a second. Her writhing, twisting young body was like fuel for the fire that was raging out of control in his loins, and her cries only fanned the flames.
Reaching under her, he gently spread the soft, pink folds of tender flesh around her budding clitoris, and rolled it like a tiny ball between his thumb and forefinger, sending shivers of pleasure through her quivering body. She fought itthe tiny, electric jolts of pleasure were all wrong, and to give in to them was to admit defeat. But she knew how useless it was to fight itchills of ecstasy were already racing wildly along her spine.
His aching prick nearly bursting from the painful pressure of his hot load pushing up from his tightly swelled balls, Lee shoved the hard shaft deep inside her again and again in long, smooth thrusts. As he pulled back, his long, glistening-wet penis nearly free of her tightly-clenched cunt mouth, he paused a second; then lunged forward once more, the wet, matted hairs of his naked pelvis crushed tightly against her trembling ass as his cock sought the soft, warm shelter inside her young belly. Her tight pussy, though soft and wet from her own juices, held his hard cock like a velvet glove, every inch of its rock-hard length squeezed firmly by the hot, fleshy walls of her cunt.
Like before, she found herself grinding her narrow hips back on his impaling shaft to meet his hard, vicious thrusts. And gone from her mind were any thoughts of how despicable this man had seemed to her just minutes earlier. His long, thin cock was fucking her where no man had been before and she wanted every marvelous inch of its length imbedded deep in her soft, warm shelter.
"Oh yes ... yes. Don't stop ... don't stop!" Bill grinned as the sweat trickled down his face. Those were the words he wanted to hear. With every tiny scrap of strength left in his exhausted body, he slammed his penis straight up into her belly, his wet loins smacking loudly as they slapped against her buttocks.
Lee was sitting just a few feet away, still naked as he finished another drink, his eyes fixed intently on the two glistening bodies as they writhed and bucked in unison. He could see Bill's long cock easily as it pistoned in and out of the young girl's tight hungrily sucking pussy.
Bill groaned loudly as his stiff prick suddenly began to jerk wildly, his hot, white load spurting free from his aching balls and into her wet, juicy passagemingling deep inside her with Lee's emptied semen. She could feel the warm bursts growing like great billowing clouds as they splattered deep in her belly.
"No! Not yet," she begged. "Please don't stop!" Cathy fell forward on her face, burying her tormented anguish in the soft pillow, her body still trembling. What has he done to me! Oh God, what's happening ... Oh what is this awful feeling!? Why did he stop? I can't stand it! I....
And then she knew it wasn't really over, for those familiar gentle hands caressed her tenderly as they turned her on her side. And again she felt that empty hunger in her loins vanish, as a delicious hardness slipped wetly into the eager passage between her hungrily spread thighs....
CHAPTER FIVE
"The bath is the last door on the left ... and the door on the right is the linen closet. Just pick out a clean towel and make yourself at home. I've got to try to finish this damn paper." Cindy went back to her typewriter, and Cathy tried one more time to summon the nerve to call home. She had been at Cindy's place for a half-hour already, and she knew that every minute she waited would only make it worse.
I can't ... I just can't. It's nearly three A.M.! What-possible excuse could I give them for being out this late?
Cathy knew how incredibly lucky she was that someone like Cindy was around. Cindy had agreed to come pick her up without even a moment's hesitation, even though it was past two. It hadn't been easy calling her either, but it was that or nothing. When the two men had finished with her, they had a few more drinksand by that time nobody felt like driving all the way back out to the Johnson farm. They would have taken her back in the morning, they said, but Cathy wasn't about to wait around for that. She knew she was in enough trouble already. Larry was the first one she thought of, but she was afraid that he might start a fight or something, and the last thing she wanted was more trouble.
Cindy hadn't asked any questions yet, but Cathy knew she was dying to hear the whole lurid story. All she told her was that her date was too drunk to take her home, and could she possibly come pick her up. It was Cindy's idea that she spend the night at her place. "You're in no shape to go walking into the house," she had said when she took one look at Cathy, her hair damp and twisted, her skirt wrinkled, andworst of all, wearing a man's shirt. That had been Lee's last attempt at being decent, but was better than nothing at all.
She started to go back in the living room and talk to Cindy about what had happened, but no, that phone call had to come first. Her fingers trembled nervously as she dialed the number and heard the one-long/one-short ring on the other end. "Hello, Mom?" There was a long pause on that end, and a noise like the receiver falling against something hard.
"Cathy ... Cathy, what's the idea of calling this late? And why aren't you home? Do you know what time it is, young lady? I've been lying on that bed for hours, worrying about you. You could have called, and ... "
"I know, I know, Mama." She always called her that when she wanted something. It usually softened her up a little. "I'm really sorry. I mean it. I ... didn't know it was getting so late. And Lee's car broke down, and he couldn't get it started," she said. "And he had to leave it on the street and take a cab back. I told him he could drop me off here, I mean he couldn't have sent me all the way home in a cab."
"Here where?"
"Here at Cindy's. Cindy Moore. I'm going to spend the night here ... if it's all right." Cathy paused and waited for some reply, but there wasn't one. "It is okay?"
"Well, I don't appreciate you waiting this late to tell me, but I guess it's all right. What about your school work? Didn't you tell me you had a lot to do?"
"Oh, that's no problem, Mom. There's nothing really important. And I won't miss any classes. I'll just go from here."
"What about your clothes," she asked. "Can you wear what you have?"
Cathy remembered she was wearing Lee's shirt. "Yes," she finally muttered, "these clothes are fine." She was hoping she could borrow a blouse from Cindy, or she'd look pretty silly in math class. "I'll see you, Mom. Bye."
"Can I come in?" The words jarred her awake. Cathy was soaking in the steamy water, soaking the pain out of her bruised flesh. "Sure. It's your bathroom, come on in." She suddenly wished she had some bubbles to cover her nakedness. Even with another girl, she felt kind of strange just lying there completely nude. Cindy dropped the lid to the toilet and sat down on the pastel blue tufted cover. "How do you feel? Does the water help?" she asked.
Cathy tried to nonchalantly drape the washcloth over her hips. "Yes, it's perfect. I don't know why I'm so tired. I guess I just haven't been getting enough sleep lately." Cindy didn't seem to have any trouble buying that.
"Yeah. Losing sleep'll do it to you." Cindy fumbled with the bath towels, straightening them and lining up the edges neatly. "Cathy, you don't have to play games with me. I was there at Ben's, too, remember?" Her face lit up like she just remembered something. "Boy, was I there!"
Cathy felt her cheeks redden. "I know. It's all sort of blurry, but I do remember ... at least I think I do. That was quite a performance." Cindy sat back down beside the tub. "You weren't doing too badly yourself. Who was that guy who yanked you out of Ben's? Was that the guy you went to the motel with?"
"I didn't go to any motel!" snapped Cathy. "Well, not like you mean it. We just ... just ... "
"Okay, okay. Just take it easy. I'm not your mother, remember? This is Cindy you're talking to."
Cathy wished she could hide under the soapy water. "I'm sorry, Cindy. I don't know what's come over me. I shouldn't be talking like that to you. Not after you were nice enough to come and get me, and let me stay here tonight. It's been pretty hard for me tonight, and I guess I just need somebody to take it all out on," explained Cathy.
Cindy seemed to understand. "Listen," she said. "You don't need anybody to take it out on. You need someone to talk it over with. Why don't you tell me what's going on. I saw the way you looked when you met me in front of that motel. You didn't get that way because your date was a little drunk. Come on, level with me. I'm no angel, you couldn't shock me if you tried."
"You're right, Cindy, let me get out of this hot tub and I'll tell you the whole thing. But you've got to promise not to tell."
"You're too much," laughed Cindy. "Who would I tell? And besides, who was the one at the bar who just had to take her clothes off? I'm not quite in any position to be telling on you, am I?"
Clutching the fluffy towel to her breasts, Cathy stepped from the tub and dried her feet and legs.
"Here, let me help you," offered Cindy, rubbing Cathy's bare back gently with another towel. She started to decline, but figured there was no harm in it. "We'll get you all fixed up, and then you can tell me all about it," said Cindy, delicately toweling Cathy's smooth back and buttocks, and down the backs of her long legs.
Cathy could see her in the mirror, down on her knees at her back, gently drying her naked body.
"And that's it. Or as much as I can remember." Cathy's eyes were once again reddened with tears as she related the whole story about meeting Lee, having dinner, Ben's place, even about his friend Bill and what had happened in that motel room. "And now you know why I was so upset when you picked me up. It was so awful Cindy ... just awful."
"Cindy put her arm around her shoulder. "Now, now, none of that, Cathy. You'll get over it. And besides, it could have been a lot worse."
"A lot worse! You don't understand what those men did to me. They...." Cindy stopped her. "You don't have to go through all that again. I know what happened. But all I meant was that you'll recover. And it certainly isn't any worse to lose your virginity that way than in the back seat with some hick at a drive-in." Drive-in! Did Larry tell her about him and me!?
"Don't tell me you didn't really enjoy it. Come on now, it was really fun, wasn't it? I mean, other than hurting your pride, that is," said Cindy.
"Don't say things like that!" snapped Cathy. "It certainly wasn't fun! Maybe for you that sort of thing is fun, but not for me!" She was sorry she'd said that almost before the words were out. Why did she have to be so damn smart!
"I'm sorry, Cindy ... Again. I'm just not myself. I'd better get some sleep, or I won't be able to make it to class at all."
"Sure, I understand. Let's turn in. I'll wake you up in plenty of time."
"Thanks. One more thing, could I borrow something to sleep in? A gown or something," asked Cathy.
"Sorry. Can't help you there. I don't own anything like that. I sleep in the buff. Always have ... at least since I was fifteen. I might have a blouse or something, but that's the best I can do," said Cindy.
"No, that's all right. I guess I really don't need anything," admitted Cathy. She waited until Cindy went back into the bathroom to brush her teeth, and slipped out of her borrowed robe and under the covers of Cindy's bed. That's where she had insisted she sleep, since it was plenty big for two. As she pulled back the covers, she couldn't help wondering how many boys had been there before her. It was terrible to even think such things about anyone who'd been so nice, thought Cathy, but she could not help it.
"I'm glad you took that side," said Cathy when she returned. "I've got a thing about sleeping on the left side. Just can't do it. I lie awake all night whenever I have to sleep on that side of a bed. Is that enough cover for you? I've got plenty more if you think you'll need it later. That's all I ever use, and sometimes I kick that off by morning. I think my body temperature is just a little higher than most people's. Hot-blooded, I guess?"
Cathy decided she'd ignore that remark.
Cindy finished undressing and combed her thick, red hair in front of her mirror. "How about a little music while we go to sleep? I usually put on a few records just before I go to bed. Helps me sleep."
"All right," agreed Cathy. "Maybe music would help me unwind. I'm still awfully knotted up, you know what I mean?"
She turned off the light, switched the stereo to "auto," and climbed into bed beside Cathy. "I know exactly what you mean. You have had a pretty trying night, after all. You need a little rub-down," she said, pulling the covers back from Cathy's bare back. "Here, let me show you." And before Cathy knew what was happening, Cindy was on her knees beside her, skillfully massaging the tightened muscles of her neck and shoulders.
"Ummmmmm. You're right," purred Cathy. "That's just perfect." She could feel the kinks letting go as Cindy deftly squeezed and kneaded her soft flesh between her fingers. "I used to date a guy who knew all about this sort of thing, and he taught me. It's a real art, you know. You have to apply just enough pressure to do the job without injuring the muscles or nerves. I'm not hurting you, am I?" she asked.
"Oh, no. It feels ... great." She tried to push aside any thoughts of that motel room and everything that happened there and just drift off into sleep, peaceful sleep.
Cindy's fingers slowly worked their way down Cathy's bare back, her palms wide-spread as she massaged and caressed her smooth back. "After what you've been through, I'll bet you're really tensed-up here," she said, sliding her hands quickly over the twin, soft mounds of Cathy's buttocks and fastening her grip on her tender thighs. Cathy's whole body snapped at the unexpected contact.
"Oh ... yes, I ... I guess so," she answered, feeling a little uneasy for the first time. "But you needn't bother, really. I'll be okay in the morning." But Cindy didn't stop. "In the morning?" Do you know what time it is? You've got a class in five hours. You just close your eyes and drift off. I'll take care of the rest." Cathy tried to relax, but her body was as stiff as a rail. Gently, Cindy's fingers massaged the softness of her naked thighs, as her thumbs gently prodded her legs apart.
"It's none of my business, Cathy, but tell me ... did those men do anything to you ... here?" Her forefinger lightly circled the tight puckered little hole of her anus. Cathy felt a familiar tingle as a chill coursed its way along her spine.
Her mouth was suddenly dry"No ... no they didn't."
She felt something warm and wet touch her back, right at the bottom of her spine. She shivered so violently that she was sure Cindy must have noticed, but she didn't try to stop her. She felt it again, and this time there was no mistaking itCindy had kissed her!
"What are you doing?" she asked weakly.
Cindy laughed at her timidity. "Just relax like I told you. I'm going to make you forget all about what happened tonight. Just relax ... just relax ... just relax." Her words were nearly hypnotic as she gently stroked Cathy's back, her hands easing further and further along her spine. In seconds, her hands were caressing the soft, warm bulges of her buttocks as Cathy lay motionless on the clean, white sheets. Cindy pulled the remaining covers from Cathy's naked body. She was thankful that the room was so darkat least she wouldn't have to look at Cindy. Suddenly she was straddling Cathy's body, kneeling with one leg on either side of her hips. Cathy didn't even breathe, her entire body taut and tingling as she waited for the girl's next move. But she wasn't afraid, just nervous and bewildered, and fascinated with what was happening to her. She would never in a thousand years have guessed that another girl's touch could excite her; that another girl's fingers could arouse such excitement in her. She tried not to shiver as Cindy's gentle fingers stroked the curve of her buttocks and her soft thighs warmly, tenderly ... and skillfully.
The shivers coursed through her body like tiny shafts ofelectricity as Cindy's hands flowed soothingly over her, gently caressing her from her shoulders to her feet, her fingertips barely touching her skin as they glided like ten charged electrodes over her sensitive flesh.
"Mmmmm. That's nice," Cathy murmured through half-parted lips, her own arms locked tightly around her pillow, her silken hair spreading in a golden fan above her head. Cindy lowered her head and tenderly placed a gentle kiss on Cathy's thigh, where the soft roundness of her buttocks met the smoothness of her long legs. And again she kissed her, this time further along the delicious mound, her tongue flicking deeply into the crevice between the cheeks of her naked ass. Her whole body quivered at Cindy's touch as her fingers explored the long, smooth expanse of her back and legs, her fingertips trailing softly over her tingling flesh.
Cindy gently spread her soft thighs apart, and kissed her tenderly on the smooth curve of her legsthen again, her teeth nibbling at the delicate flesh where her thighs joined the mound of her buttocks.
What's she doing to me! This is crazy ... it's just crazy!
"Oooooooh...." she moaned as Cindy's long tongue licked teasingly at the warm, pink folds of her pussy. And no longer did Cathy wonder what was happening to her; she just closed her eyes tightly and savored every tingling chill that surged through her naked body.
Cindy's tongue wiggled between the soft, moist folds of flesh and found the pulsing bud of her clitoris, nestled deep in the narrow, damp slit. It hardened and swelled as she rolled it deftly between her lips, her tongue flicking tauntingly at the sensitive bud. Her hands slipped under Cathy's squirming body, and along the smoothness of her belly to reach her soft breasts crushed beneath her. "Mmmmmm ... that's so good. So good...." Cindy's fingers caressed the firm bulging breasts tenderly, tweaking her jutting, pink nipples, and squeezing her soft, warm tits inside her cupped hands.
Her hungry lips sucked voraciously on the throbbing nodule of her clitoris, sending shivers of ecstasy pulsing through Cathy's body.
Cathy no longer felt any need to stop her, to make her cease this wantonness. For all she felt was the insatiable, raging inferno of abandoned desire deep in her belly. Her moist, warm passagevirginal just hours agowas suddenly throbbing with painful emptiness. She wanted somethinganythingto fill its aching deptha long, hard cock that could take her hunger away.
She offered no resistance as Cindy rolled her over on her back. Her eager, wet lips then fastened on Cathy's tender nipples, sucking them hungrily; rolling one, then the other between her teeth. Cindy's hand caressed its way slowly back to the hot, moist slit between her legs. Cathy's long, smooth legs squirmed incessantly as her buttocks ground savagely against the mattress, squeezing the sheet tightly between the full white halves of her naked ass in her desperate need to satisfy the growing hunger inside.
"Now, doesn't that feel great," Cindy whispered softly in her ear. "I told you I'd fix you up, didn't I?" Cathy moaned a hoarse "Yes" as Cindy's finger suddenly slipped inside her warm, wet passage, caressing the tender, moist walls of pink flesh as it probed deeply inside her.
"Oh, yes ... yes, please ... that's it! That's It!" Cathy's naked, young body jerked convulsively as Cindy slipped another finger into the tight, moist tunnel, her lips still nibbling eagerly at the tips of her throbbing nipples.
Her two fingers began a slow, in-and-out rhythm, slipping easily between the moist walls of her cunt, as her thumb gently traced circles around the pulsing bud of her clitoris.
Cathy's mouth was half-open, as if she was about to speak, her back arched high off the bed as her hips lunged upward to meet Cindy's deeply probing fingers. Slowly Cindy speeded up the rhythmic strokes, burrowing her long fingers faster and faster in the tight gentle throbbing slit. Her lips and teeth nibbled hungrily at her naked breasts, then began to work their way down her bare belly toward the soft, sparse triangle at the mid-point of her grinding hips.
Cindy could hear a low, animal moan coming from deep inside her as she pumped her stiffened fingers harder and harder into Cathy's warm, wet pussy.
Spreading her flailing legs as far as they would go, Cindy lowered her head once more to Cathy's warm, wet slit, pushing her own long red hair away from her face. Like an animal hungrily devouring its prey, she parted the soft, sparse pubic fuzz and burrowed her lips and tongue into the fleshy crevice, licking her super-sensitive clitoris as her lips nibbled gently on the soft, pink folds of her vagina.
Cindy knew it wouldn't be longshe could feel Cathy's lean, young body jerking rhythmically in time with her deep-probing fingers worming their way into her tight, wet passage. She positioned her throbbing clitoris between her teeth and sucked it like a straw as Cathy arched completely off the bed, only her shoulders and feet supporting her quivering body.
"Yes, yes! ... Don't stop! Don't stop!" she cried, and Cindy rammed her stiff fingers as far as they would go into her hungry, grasping pussy, sliding easily up to the last knuckle between the hot, wet walls of her tight cunt.
Cathy's naked body snapped like a thousand volts of electricity were blasting through it, her narrow hips lunging savagely as Cindy chewed again and again on her pulsing clit. A flashing, bright rainbow of colors burst before her tightly-closed eyes as a wild, abandoned climax wracked her young bodyglistening with perspiration as every muscle throbbed out its helpless surrender to the hungrily nibbling mouth rutting between her thighs.
And in a moment, it was over, and Cathy collapsed in a tired, shivering heap on the rumpled bed, gasping for breath as she struggled to regain some tiny bit of normalcy.
"Shhhh ... just close your eyes and go to sleep," whispered Cindy in her ear, her own full, ripe breasts brushing across Cathy's bare chest as she leaned over her. "There, there ... don't say a word, just drift off to sleep, and I'll wake you up for class."
Cindy pulled the sheet over them in the darkness, and stacked up the records on the changer one more time.
CHAPTER SIX
That first night at Cindy's just wasn't the sort of thing you talk aboutto anyone. At least not in North Carolina. Cathy did her best to dodge her eyes for a while, but when that one night stay became two, three, then four dayswell, it didn't seem so awful the second and third times. In fact, Cathy knew that no matter how much she pretended otherwise, she really was fascinated by the discovery of a whole facet of life that she didn't even know existed.
It was almost inevitable that Cindy would ask her to move in permanently. And Cathy couldn't turn her down, for she was finding a fascinating excitement that living on her parents' farm could never hope to offer. And it was all somehow evil and tantalizing, and totally enjoyable in a forbidden sort of way. But Cindy didn't let her nocturnal distractions with Cathy slow down her dating the slightest bit. She was out with a different boy for three nights in a row, and Cathy couldn't possibly miss the moans and fast-breathing that seemed to be an essential part of Cindy's social lifenow confined to the sofa in the living room, but still just as active and noisy.
They never talked about what sometimes happened between themjust allowed it to happen as though it was the normal thing to do. It was all so strange and dream-like, something that Cathy had never really even thought about, much less considered for herself. She knew it wasn't so terribly uncommon, that there were even bars where girls went with other girls in some of the big cities; there were even movies about that kind of life, but films like that never made it to North Carolina.
Her feelings for Cindy were uncertain, at-best. She'd never been this close to anyone before, male or female, and it took some getting used to. But the strangest part of all was that she knew she wasn't queer, or anything like that, because she certainly hadn't lost her interest in men; if anything, it was keener than ever before. Cathy had just tried not to think too diligently about anything that first week with Cindy; that way life was simple, and she could always leave the problems and decisions for later.
And when Cathy explained to her parents how convenient it would be to share an apartment so close to the campus, they gave in without a struggle, and Cathy and Cindy loaded Cathy's clothes and belongings in Cindy's car and it became official. The rent was seventy-five dollars, plus utilities, and half of that was Cathy's share, plus all of her own telephone charges. The phone came with the apartment, but long distance calls were extra. With what she had saved up, plus the little her parents would be able to send her each month, she was sure she could swing it without any trouble at all. And there was always that cosmetics counter at Lewis' Pharmacyshe had worked there weekends when she was in high school, and old Mr. Lewis would jump at the chance to hire her back. He always did have an eye for her.
The move went smoothly and without any hitches, unless you count the two distraught calls from Mother. She called twice to let her know that Larry had been by twice to see her, but she hadn't told him anything. She figured that should be up to Cathy, but she was a little more forceful on the second call about Cathy's obligation to at least call the boy. That was something else she and Cindy hadn't talked abouther being with Larry that night at Ben's Place. But Cathy was hardly in any position to say too much after what had happened.
But even that problem took care of itself when Larry called Cindy's and Cathy answered the phone; there was no way to back out now, so she told him. "I'm living with Cindy now. We're splitting the rent and everything," she said. "I would have told you anyway, but I just wanted a little time to myself. I hope you understand."
"I understand, all right. But not about that jerk you were with at Ben's. Who the hell was he, and where'd you dig him up?" Cathy slammed the receiver down without any reply, and left for class. She felt as though she should be upset, that maybe she should cry a little or something. But all that seemed sort of childish and pointless.
Who needs him? With three thousand boys on this campus, why should I waste time with a hick like that. He's not running my life anymore, I am; and I can do a lot better on my own.
"Hey Cathy, you got any blue jeans?" Cathy was dozing on the sofa, tired after a three hour math exam. "Yeah, I think so, why?" Cindy tossed her books on the floor, and pulled her nylon parka over her head. "You'd better grab hold of something. This might shake you up a little," began Cindy. "Have you ever been on a motorcycle?"
"A motorcycle?"
"Well, maybe I'd better start at the beginning." Cindy wriggled out of her mini-skirt and flopped onto the sofa. "You see, I've got these friendsa bunch of guys from Raleigh who all drive motorcycles. Choppers, you knowbig bikes. They all belong to this motorcycle clubmost of them live together in a big, old house north of the city."
"What's that got to do with us," interrupted Cathy suspiciously. It was beginning to look like one of Cindy's bird-brained ideas.
"Just hold on. I'll get to it," she continued. "You see, Skeet and Jerrythey're two of the guysthey've got this great trip to the beach planned for tomorrow. They're staying in this cottage right on the ocean, miles from anybody. And we're going with 'em."
"What!? I don't even know these people! How could you tell them I'd go. And besides, I've got a quiz coming up on Monday."
"Calm down. I expected a little static from you. But believe me, it'll be the time of your life. These guys really know how to throw a party. You'll never be able to thank me enough."
Cathy still didn't think much of the idea. "I don't know, Cindy. Aren't those motorcycle types kind of rough. I mean, what about all those motorcycle movies? Don't they have long hair, and go around beating up people?"
"Oh, you're too much," laughed Cindy. "You were out there on that farm too long. I think the sun got to your brain."
"Don't make cracks about our farm. You know how I feel about that," said Cathy, a trifle annoyed. "All right, all right. I apologize. But just say you'll go. Trust me ... you won't be sorry."
"Okay, you win. But remember, it was your idea."
Saturday morning was crystal clear, with the first signs of autumn in the air. It was the first day in months that was really comfortable, without that terrific Coastal Plain humidity that seemed to linger around this part of the country most of the year. Cindy was up and dressed earlier than Cathy could remember, and she had bacon and eggs ready when Cathy stumbled in groggily at eight o'clock.
"Wow, what got into you?" she asked. "I've never seen you out of bed this early."
Cindy scraped the pan of scrambled eggs onto a plate. "Never mind the wise cracks," she quipped. "Just eat your eggs. You might not eat again 'til tonight. It'll take a while to get to the cottage."
"Are we going to ride on their motorcycles all the way to the beach?" asked Cathy.
The coffee smelled about ready, so Cindy took it off the burner. "Unless you'd rather walk. But don't worry about it, we'll stop if you get tired. And I think Jerry said something about going through Atlantic Beach first. We'll probably have a few beers there, and then drive down the coast to the cottage. It's about an hour's drive south of Atlantic Beach."
Cathy started to say something, but it was suddenly drowned out by the roar of high RPM engines outside. She pushed open the curtains and leaned out the open window, forgetting that she was still wearing her see-through nightie. An ear-splitting din of whistles greeted her as she emerged through the window frame.
"Cindy! I thought you said we were going with two boys from Raleigh," she said, retreating quickly back inside. "There are four guys down there. And no girls! I didn't agree to any odds like that. You can just march down there and ... "
"Hold it! Don't get all worked up over nothing. I just forgot to tell you, that's all," she exclaimed. "Those other boys are just along for the ride. They'll be splitting at Atlantic Beach. Jerry invited them to ride down with us 'cause it's always more fun with more riders. You're not mad, are you?"
Something told her she should be, but Cathy was still too sleepy to argue. "No, no. Just give me time to get dressed. I'll eat breakfast as soon as I get some jeans on. Those guys may be pounding the door down any minute."
Cindy pulled a chair up to the table and poured her coffee. "Take your time. They can wait. Besides, they're probably going over to see Pete and Ron across the street. That's where I met Jerry. Ron used to go to school with some of the motorcycle bunch up in Raleigh." Cathy waved her off as she made her way towards the shower. "Okay. I've heard enough. If I'm not back in fifteen minutes, come wake me up. I'll be in the shower."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Racing along Highway 64, her long blonde, hair billowing behind her in the wind, Cathy felt really good for the first time in days. For the first time since that night in the motel, she was able to think clearly and freely, without the sinister shadow of everything that happened lurking in the back of her mind. The road was nearly free of traffic, most of the summer crowd having already packed up and gone inland, leaving the empty beaches for the late season surfers and fishermen. Most of the cars they passed were topped with long surf casting rods, for this was the time of year that the big channel bass the North Carolina coast is famous for begin their annual run. Cathy had never been to the beach in the off-season, and she wondered how it would look without its usual coating of sun-worshippers covering every inch of the white sand. The four big, chromed choppers caused quite a stir in the tiny towns along the route; shoppers in the small-town stores stopped whatever they were doing to grab a quick look as they roared through. She tried to steal a peek at the speedometer, but couldn't. They seemed to be going a lot faster than most of the traffic on the road. Cathy gulped in great lungfuls of the damp, clean air as they crossed the Neuse River in New Bern, their last town of any size before the coast.
Her date seemed to be Skeet, though the introductions were too fast to be really sure. Cindy was with Jerry, that much was certain. And she was pinned behind him on the big Harley so tightly it was hard to tell where he stopped and where she began. Cathy was trying not to be quite so familiar, but it was difficult with only the tiny leather pad to sit on, and nothing but Skeet to hold on to. She wasn't sure who the other boys wereCindy had introduced them as Jerry was cranking his chopper, and everything after "Cathy, this is...." was drowned in the roar.
A carload of Marines from Camp Lejune roared by, and Cathy could see by their faces that whatever they were yelling wasn't any too polite. It didn't bother her, but it did seem rather silly. There wasn't anything about the boys' looks that should have offended anyone; their hair was a little longer than normal, but not really hippie-length or anything.
Maybe it's the blue jeans and jackets that bothers them, she told herself. Cindy didn't seem to even notice, and Cathy could see her laughing and yelling about something to one of the other bike-riders. They were more or less in single file, in case there were any patrolmen cruising this long stretch, but the riders were constantly changing positions, gunning past each other in a sort of highway leap-frog as they raced along.
The breath-taking speed was exhilarating, and Cathy soon forgot about the dangers and was caught up with the others in the sheer thrill of zooming along without so much as a windscreen to block the wind in their faces. Cathy could tell they were getting close to Morehead City, the last town before the beach. In fact, she was certain she could smell the tangy salt-spray of the ocean in the chilling breeze as they roared through the sandy countryside, dotted here and there with tiny scrub pines, gnarled and twisted from the coastal wind.
They slowed to a near crawl for Morehead, stopped for all the stoplights, and made their way across the last bridge, and finally, to Atlantic Beach. There were more people around than she expected, although most of the tiny concessions stands had closed for the winter. They headed straight for the center of the boardwalk, their motors roaring as they pulled into the parking lot.
The usual year-long assortment of pimply-faced college freshmen and brand-new Marines from Camp Lejeune Marine Base was gathered at the long, ancient bar and at the few remaining tables on the outdoor deck.
Cathy and Cindy dismounted slowly from their narrow perches and stretched their aching muscles. Cathy was glad the drinking-set was smaller than the usual summer crowd; from June through August this place would be packed to the dirty walls with loud-mouthed drunks ready for anything.
"Well, how'd you like the ride?" asked Cindy. "Too much, huh?" Cindy was still trying to get the kinks out of her legs and back. "Yeah, it was great. But it sure dried me out. I'm dying for a coke." Skeet slapped his arm around her middle. "How about a beer instead? I could use a couple myself."
Cathy didn't argue and the whole gang headed up the shaky wooden steps and into the big, empty room that housed the bar, a jukebox, pinball machines, and long rows of stacked-up chairs and tables. It was obvious they didn't expect a crowd.
She got her first really good look at her date for the weekend as they gathered around one of the empty tables. Sitting behind him on the cycle was hardly the best vantage point. He was tall, probably over six feet, and not bad-looking. Better than Jerry, she told herself.
For the first time she began to think seriously about what the weekend had in store; she couldn't escape the obviousJerry and Skeet weren't along for the ride and the fresh air. But she decided that was one problem she would handle when the time came. "Here you go. Wet and cold," said Jerry, struggling with the six bottles, a frosted glass upturned over each. "Somebody take one quick, before I drop 'em all." Cathy would have rather had a cola, but the beer tasted almost as good on her wind-parched lips. It soon became apparent that the other boys were Eddie and Dave, at least that was what Cindy called them when she talked to them. They were half-way through their third beers when she reached the bottom of her first.
"I don't know about you girls, but I'm about ready to get back on the road. I won't be able to really unwind until I get to the cottage," said Jerry. "What'ya say we take off now, and pick up some beer on the way."
"That's a great idea. We might as well stop and get some food before we get to the cottage, and we can get the beer at the same time," offered Cindy.
It seemed to be unanimous, so they finished their beers, and Skeet and Jerry sent the girls on out to the bikes. Cathy could feel all those horny Marines eyeing them as they left the room.
"Just don't look at them, and maybe they'll behave themselves," said Cindy. Cathy held her breath until she was back out in the bright sunlight again. "How about Skeet?" asked Cindy." Isn't he something?"
"I hardly know him so far. But he seems all right," said Cathy, adjusting her scarf snugly around her neck to keep out the sand. "What about those other two? Where are they going to stay tonight?"
Cindy seemed to think that was amusing. "You mean Dave and Eddie?" she laughed. "Don't worry about these two. By tonight they won't even know where they are. But we'll have plenty of room at the cottage, if they can find it drunk."
"Now hold on a second," said Cathy. "You didn't say anything about the four of them being there ... at the cottage, I mean. I'm not even too sure about Jerry and Skeet. I'm not staying in a beach cottage with four boys!"
"Shh-hh," whispered Cindy. "They're coming. Just stay cool, and leave all the worrying to me, okay?"
Cathy didn't answer, but climbed obediently onto the back of the heavy, chromed chopper, and the four of them roared off in a cloud of sand and burned rubber, Eddie and Dave waving them off from the deck of the bar.
Afternoon's chill was starting to set in when they arrived at the cottage. It was isolated, all right, just like Cindy had said. In fact, Cathy couldn't see another house along the deserted beach. The cottage looked to be pretty big, larger than she had expected, and was built on concrete pillars, high off the sand, with a place for parking underneath. Skeet and Jerry gunned their big cycles and threw a spray of sand behind them as they crossed the open area between the highway and the cottage. Jerry revved his chopper one last time, and switched it off. Cathy became aware of the pounding surf for the first time; it was louder than she remembered it from the summer, and the ocean was a cold steel-gray.
"You and Cathy take the groceries inside. Here's the key," said Jerry. "We'll lock up the bikes and be along in a few minutes." Cathy and Cindy had carried the two bags for the last ten miles, since they left the grocery store, and they were glad to finally put them down. "My arm's killing me," moaned Cindy. "I may never use it again."
"Oh, stop whining and find the light switch," shouted Cathy from the living room.
The cottage was like every other beach house anywhereknotty pine walls and cheap rugs, pastel vinyl furniture with an occasional cigarette burn. But at least the rooms were fairly cheerful and airy. Cathy put her bag of groceries on the kitchen counter and explored the rest of the cottage. There were two bedroomsone of the first things she looked for each with twin beds, and a big screened porch across the rear, with steps leading down to the sand, and a panoramic view of the coastline for miles in both directions.
"Cindy, did they get this place through a realtor or something like that?" asked Cathy. "It looks terribly expensive."
"Not exactly," replied Cindy. "I think it belongs to a friend of Jerry's, but I'm not real sur6. They're still messing with those ridiculous machines of theirs, so let's walk down to the water while it's still light outside."
After a few hard shoves, the screen door flew open and the girls went down the outside stairs and onto the beach. The surf was breaking just a few yards ahead. Off in the hazy distance they could make out the shape of a lone fishing boat, heading for port. The salt spray was biting-cold as it stung their faces.
Gone was the clear blue sky that had so obligingly accompanied them all the way down from Greenville, and in its place, a solid black wall as an autumn storm front pushed its way in unannounced. It blanked out the sun as it crept eastward, and the temperature seemed to plunge a dozen degrees as the warmth of the sun was suddenly shut off.
"Jesus, I'm freezing to death!" exclaimed Cindy. "Let's get inside and see if we can get that heater going."
Supper wasn't muchjust some hamburgers and warmed-up pork and beans, followed by plenty of cold beer. Jerry and Skeet found a pile of dry firewood under the deck and managed to get a hot fire going in the brick fireplace. The room heater stubbornly refused to light. It was warm and cozy near the crackling fire, with the steady pounding of the surf whispering over the music from the radio. And the beer soon smoothed over all the rough edges as the four of them settled comfortably on the two pale blue sofas.
"Sounds like the wind is picking up," said Skeet. "May be a storm building up. The weather forecast this morning said there was a chance of squalls tonight."
"A storm?" questioned Cathy. "Not a big one, I hope. I mean, with us right here on the beach."
"We'll be okay," assured Jerry. "I've been in this cottage during some pretty rough storms and I mean rough, with ten and fifteen foot wavesand this place is still standing, solid as a rock. I think that little rise between the house and the water helps block the wind. It gets pretty scary during a really big one, but I think it's safe."
"How about another round of beers?" asked Skeet. "Then we won't even notice the storm."
Cathy shook her head. "Not me. I'm so full I couldn't possibly drink another one." That wasn't quite true, but she wanted to be sure she knew what she was doing, and one or two more beers might have been too many.
"Cathy's right," said Cindy. "Why don't you break out the stuff." Skeet grinned and went into the bedroom. He was back in a minute with a plastic bag full of something brown. Cathy was puzzled, but everyone else seemed to know what it was.
Jerry took Cindy aside in the kitchen, and Cathy could tell she was the topic of discussion. Pretty soon they were both smiling, so whatever it was, they must have agreed. "We thought we'd pass a couple of joints around, but we wanted to be sure you didn't have any objections first. It is okay with you, isn't it, Cathy?" asked Cindy.
Cathy was pretty sure what Cindy meant, but she didn't want to look stupid. "Oh yeah, sure. It's all right with me." She watched intently as Jerry poured some of the stuff from the bag onto a tiny piece of paper he had pulled from a pack in. his pocket. There couldn't be any doubt about it nowit was marijuana. The first she'd ever seen, but she knew what it was like from hearing some of the girls at college talking about it. It didn't look particularly sinisterin fact, rather harmless, sort of like tobacco. Jerry wrapped another piece of paper around the first, after he rolled the marijuana tightly inside, twisting the two firmly on both ends.
"Here, Cindy," he said. "Start this one, and I'll roll a few more."
Cindy rolled the cigarette between her lips, then held a lighted match to one end, blowing it out when the paper started to burn. Then she held it to her mouth and inhaled deeply, holding her breath as the sweet smelling smoke filled her lungs. She held the hot smoke inside as long as she could, then took another deep drag, passing the marijuana cigarette along to Skeet. The ritual was repeated, and Cathy-found it was her turn.
"Go ahead. It won't hurt you," said Cindy. She gave it a try, inhaling the smoke like a regular cigarette. "No, no. You've got to hold the smoke in your lungs as long as possible. Try it again."
She took another hot puff, and the smoke burned her throat as it went down, but she managed to keep it in. One more drag, and the joint went to Jerry. The tiny pinpoint of flame glowed as the cigarette went around again and again, followed by another from the little pile of hand-rolled joints Jerry had placed on the coffee table between the two sofas. The music seemed to get louder and louder, and the sound of the crashing surf was now definitely building into a roar. Or at least it seemed that way to Cathy.
The whistling wind seemed to be growing louder and louder, its siren-like wail adding a sort of harmony to the roar of the crashing surf. There was definitely a storm on its way, and the very atmosphere seemed charged with electricity as the towering storm-clouds drew near.
Cindy rolled a third joint and passed it to the others, then brought in another round of cold beers for everyone. Cathy noticed the beer tasted better than evericy and full-bodied as it cooled her parched throat. She wasn't used to smoking anything, and the burning marijuana irritated the back of her throat as it rushed into her lungs.
"Hey, guys, what are we doing in here?" asked Cindy, jumping to her feet. "Let's go out on the beach! It'll be far-out with the storm coming up."
No one needed any encouragement. "Too much! What're we waiting for?" shouted Skeet, yanking Cathy to her feet. She didn't really care one way or the other, but it seemed like a pretty good idea.
Cindy and Jerry bounded down the back steps in two leaps and raced over the sand toward the surf, weaving and dodging shadowy potholes in the spooky, dim light of the moon as it glowed through a patchwork of black clouds that covered the entire sky. The crests of the incoming breakers glowed white as the giant waves pounded themselves apart in a burst of fine, cold spray that fell on them like rain as they raced along the beach at the water's edge. Cathy was shivering so hard she could barely speak, but the sinister ocean, whipped into a wild fury by the storm, was hypnotic, and soon her shoes were tossed on the sand dune as she splashed and leaped in the cold surf, her jeans soaked nearly to her waist.
"Cathy, isn't this too-much!" shouted Cindy over the deafening roar of the waves breaking just off-shore. "Yeah, it's great! I just love it out here!" yelled Cathy. "I could stay on this beach forever!" she noticed Jerry had disappeared. "What happened to Jerry?" she yelled.
Cindy splashed her way over to her side. "He went back for some firewood. We thought we would build a big fire on the beach. It'll be safe even with all this wind 'cause there's nothing around to burn," she explained. "And we can warm-up and dig this surf at the same time. Okay?"
"S-sure, why not," answered Cathy, her teeth chattering as the water soaked through to her bare skin beneath her jeans. "I just hope he hurries b-b-before I ... I freeze to death." Cindy laughed at her seeming misery. "Oh, don't be such a baby. Come on, run a little. That'll warm you up."
They raced back and forth like a couple of puppies, splashing each other and screaming louder each time, as Skeet cleared a big pit for the fire, banking the sand around it to make a windbreak. He got it finished as Jerry returned with a staggering load of firewood, piled so high he had to crane his neck around it to see where he was going.
"Dump it in the pit," shouted Skeet. "I hope you remembered the matches."
Jerry dumped the pile of split logs and brushed the sawdust and chips from his shirt. "Don't worry about a thing," he said. "I've got plenty of matches, and this...." He pulled a can of charcoal lighter from his pants pocket. " ... in case the matches need a little help. Help me get it piled in a pyramid."
Jerry soaked the stacked wood with the lighter fluid and held a wooden kitchen match under the pile. It caught with a brilliant orange flash and roared up in a hot blaze that nearly burned his hand before he could jump back.
Cindy and Cathy came running when they saw the blazing fire crackling at the base of the sandy ridge, already burning with a loud roar as the steady wind fanned it like a blacksmith's bellows.
"Wow, it's beautiful," cried Cindy, wide-eyed, "It's perfectyou couldn't have made a better fire."
"Oh, you're just stoned," laughed Jerry. "Come on up close where it's warm."
"So who's cold," asked Cindy. "We've been working up a sweat out there. I'm so hot I was thinking of taking off...." Suddenly her eyes lit-up. "Hey, I've got it! I've got it!" she yelled.
"Well, don't spread it," teased Skeet. "No, No, I'm serious," she continued, jumping up and down like a high-school cheerleader at the prospect of her idea. "Let's go skinny-dipping!"
There was a moment of dead silence as the others looked at her in disbelief. "Skinny-dipping?! It must be forty-five degrees out here. Are you crazy?" asked Jerry. "Don't be a party-pooper," said Skeet. "You're supposed to be such a tough guy. If the girls can take it, why can't we."
Jerry mulled it over for about three seconds, just long enough to get his shirt unbuttoned. "Last one in the water has to go for firewood," he yelled, and took off in a dead run into the surf, stopping as he hit the water just long enough to throw his jeans and undershorts back on the beach. Cindy and Skeet were right behind him, but Cindy left her bikini-cut panties on as she splashed, screaming at the top of her lungs, into the icy water, her big, firm breasts bouncing and slapping together as she leaped and bounded. The air in her lungs seemed to empty in one frigid blast as the cold ocean made its first contact with the bare, unprotected flesh of her belly. Cathy was suddenly left alone on the beach.
"What are you waiting for?!" yelled Cindy. "A written invitation? Come on!"
Cathy hesitated, remembering that terrifying night in the motel as she watched Cindy splashing merrily with the two naked boys, waist-deep in the frothy surf. But she put that quickly out of her head, and stripped off her wet jeans and skirt and ran to hide her near nakedness in the dark water. Like Cindy, she left her panties on.
She shivered convulsively from head to toe as she waded deeper and deeper into the icy waterout to the sand bar with the others. She was glad her young body was firm and well-developedshe was certain she wouldn't have to run second to Cindy. But, strangely, she wasn't embarrassed; at least not like she would have expected. Maybe a little awkward at first, but not embarrassed. She tried not to look directly into the boy's eyes, but she could tell they were watching hershe could almost feel their gaze on her breasts as her pink nipples jutted proudly, her twin soft mounds standing up on their own, two firm, ripe globes that shivered as she jumped around. The goose-bumps were the size of quarters, and covered her from her neck to her calves. Cindy and Jerry ducked under the incoming waves, though the big ones were breaking offshore, and when they came up again, Jerry was holding her tiny white panties high over his head like a flag, while Cindy jumped to retrieve them, laughing and yelling as her soft, bouncing tits brushed against his bare chest when she jumped. The water receded in a bubbly rush, and Cathy could see his cock for the first time in the moonlight. At first she thought the grass they smoked must have done something to her perception; it looked as big as a tree limb as it shot out from his loins, rock hard and dripping wet. But when the surf washed out again, she got another look, and this time there was no question about itit was enormous! She jerked her eyes away when she realized she'd been staring, and looked around to see if anyone was watching. She couldn't imagine how any girl could get that thing inside her. "I don't know about you guys," shouted Skeet," But I'm going up there by that fire before my balls freeze and drop off." Cathy knew she should have been offended by that kind of talk, but this time it just hit the right chord, and she doubled up with laughter.
"Don't laugh," he shouted at her. "I'll show you how cold it is under there." She shrieked as he came toward her and tried to run in the crashing surf, but the water slowed her down. Suddenly a hand was between her thighs, pushed as far as it would go against the soft junction between her legs, and another grabbed her around her breasts, as she fell backward into the freezing water, on top of Skeet as he pulled her down.
The icy water knocked the breath out of her as she went under, and she came up coughing and sputtering for air.
"Damn you," she shouted. "You just wait! I'll fix you!" Skeet laughed at her and ran splashing for shore, leaving her dripping, her hair soaked and hanging in wet strands from her head. It was only then that she noticed her panties were gone; in the numbing water she had failed to notice as Skeet pulled them from her hips and stripped then off her long legs. She chased after him and collapsed in a shivering heap beside the still-blazing fire. Jerry staggered up with his second load of firewood, and two blankets. She stopped trembling in a matter of seconds, and found that it was actually warm as long as you didn't get too far from the hot fire.
Jerry tossed her one of the blankets.
"Lay on it, not under it," he told her. "You'll be warmer that way." It didn't make much sense to her, but the cloth felt better than the cold, damp sand, so she spread it neatly and curled up next to the fire.
"I'm putting all the clothes here," explained Jerry, banking all the wet jeans and blouses and underwear toward the roaring fire as he propped them on the windbreak pushed up around the crackling logs. The flames leaped even higher as he tossed on another log, and Cathy had to brush a dozen or more glowing embers from the blanket as they settled back down to earth. "I got one more thing when I went back," said Jerry, grinning. "This!" And he held a thick, fresh-rolled joint of marijuana up for everyone to see. And soon it was lighted and making its way from hand to hand as the four of them filled their lungs with its powerful, sweet smoke.
The warmth of the crackling fire soon chased away the chill of the icy surf, and Cathy could feel Skeet edging closer and closer to her as she lay on her side, her back turned away from the hot flames. The soothing warmth of the burning logs soon joined with the mellow, warm inner glow from the marijuana and Cathy found herself drifting off; her nakedness was no longer a thing of concern, as she curled cozily toward the fire, savoring the penetrating heat that warmed her from her face to her feet, soaking deep into her naked belly and her breasts, relaxing ... soothing ... Her head snapped up like a yo-yo as she nearly fell asleep, collapsing on the warm blanket. Skeet was now curled behind her, not quite touching her, but only inches away, his hard, muscular body shaped around her own as she lay comfortably before the glowing fire. She blinked a couple of times to stay awake, and her eyes fell on Cindy and Jerry, a few feet away through the flames. The bright orange glow lighted them quite well, and even through the crackling fire she could make them out easily. Cathy watched intentlymesmerized at what she saw. Not really sure what was going on, and too curious to turn away.
Jerry was on his back on the blanket, his arms folded behind his head for support. But it was Cindy that had her confusedshe was turned away from the fire, on her knees, and Cathy could see her firm, round buttocks clearly, arched up slightly as she bent over Jerry's nude form. Cathy couldn't see her head, for her huge, dangling breasts blocked the view between her kneeling legs.
Cathy trembled involuntarily as Skeet's hand fell gently on her bare hips and slowly traced a path along her naked thighon the outside of her legand back. She felt him ease up flush behind her, his naked flesh flat against her own. And there was an unmistakable hardness' that poked threateningly against her buttocksshe could feel it growing harder and longer as his hand gently caressed her thigh. It seemed to grow in quick, hard jerks, and she could feel it slipping back between the soft cheeks of her buttocks as it swelled. She started to wiggle forward, but couldn'tthe fire was too hot to move any closer. She pretended not to notice, grateful that her face was turned away from his, for she could feel the redness already.
She looked back at Cindy and Jerrymaybe that would keep her mind off what was happening. But that only made matters worseshe couldn't hold back a sharp gasp when her eyes adjusted to the light and she could clearly make out the two naked figures. Cindy was kneeling now between his wide-spread legs. And there could be do doubt about what she was doing....
Her ovaled lips were fastened wetly, like an elastic band, around his thick, hard cock, and as she raised her head, it slipped slowly from her mouth. Cathy watched in amazement as the enormous shaft kept coming and coming!
How could she possibly get all that in her mouth!? Why doesn't it choke her?
Cathy was hypnotizedit looked like it was a foot long! And Cindy eased it from her wet lips, licking teasingly at the bulbous head as it stood firmly erect, soaring like a sapling from his brushy loins. It looked ten times bigger than when she had noticed it out in the surfand it was still swelling as she tickled the enormous tip with her tongue, tasting it as she hungrily licked her moist lips.
Then it disappeared again between the softness of her pursed lips, slipping wetly over her rough tongue and down her throat. How does she do that!? How can she breathe?
She was so engrossed in the incredible spectacle unfolding before her that she failed to even notice Skeet's hand slide around and behind her hip, and down between her soft, tender thighs. She squeezed her legs together as she felt his fingers wiggle down toward her naked vagina, but it was too late: His hand was already between her legs. She clamped her thighs as tightly as she could, but he easily shoved his open hand up hard to touch the soft, silky resilience of her pubic hair.
Cathy felt an incredible shiver of excitement race through her naked body as his fingers made electric contact with the soft, pink folds of flesh at the top of her tender thighs. She was too humiliated to face him, but grabbed his wrist instead in a hopeless attempt to push his hand away. But he wasn't about to remove his fingers now that they were so close to the warm wetness of her young tender pussy.
He slipped his other arm beneath her, and pulled her naked back tight against him. Pulling his exploring fingers from between her legs, he reached around her reclining body and gently caressed her bare bellyhot from the heat of the fire. His hand felt cool and soothing as it softly massaged her tender flesh; she closed her eyes and allowed herself to be swept along by the soothing, hypnotic caresses of his practiced fingers as they brazenly explored first her smooth white belly and navel, then began to ease their way toward the sparse light triangle at the junction of her gently quivering thighs.
Lower and lower along her belly his fingers caressed, until they reached the soft, wispy mound of hair mid-way between her narrow hips. She shivered again as his fingertips brushed lightly, teasingly, over the first, soft folds of pink flesh just above the delicious wetness of her tiny, narrow slit. Again and again the chills of wanton pleasure coursed through her young body, racing like electric charges up along her smooth, flat belly and tingling in the pulsing, sensitive tips of her fragile nipples.
She knew she should stop himthat her only chance was to get away before it was too late. But as she basked in the soothing warmth of the crackling fire, nothing could have been further from her real desires.
She offered no resistance as his fingers fondled the delicate, moist folds of her young vagina, gently caressing the pink, hair-lined ridges of soft flesh.
His other hand eased its way around her body, and began to tenderly rub the firm, sensitive mounds of her breasts, squeezing the twin, ripe globes between his fingers, his fingertips lightly brushing her throbbing nipples.
The pleasure-shafts were now bursting throughout her eager, young body as his skilled hands fanned the glowing coals of abandoned desire deep in her belly into a raging inferno that rivaled the bon-fire before them. "Ummmmmm," she sighed, as his thumb and forefinger discovered the deliciousness of her tiny clitoris, twirling it gently as her whole body shivered with delight. He pulled her over on her back, his fingers still fondling tenderly the narrow, moist crevice of her throbbing young pussy; and his lips locked tightly on her tender nipple, his teeth nibbling gently at the desire-pulsing tip. She could feel the chills racing from her firm tits all the way to the tips of her toes, curled tightly as her whole body surrendered to the wild passion that surged from deep in her belly.
"Oooooh, yes ... that's good," she whispered in his ear as he sucked hungrily on her quivering nipples, squeezing the soft, ripe mounds between his strong fingers.
His middle finger pushed its way stiffly between the soft, pink folds of her moist pussy, and prodded until it found the warm wetness of her tender, fleshy passage. She gasped aloud as his finger slipped between the moist walls and probed deep inside her, burrowing between the tight, fleshy sides as it wiggled its way in.
"Baby, are you ever tight," he whispered softly to her. "That's just the way I like it ... like a warm glove." She answered by opening her smooth thighs a little wider, her hips grinding the blanket beneath her in a slow, rhythmic motion as his finger slipped wetly in and out of her warm, moist tunnel. He added another stiff finger to the one already inside her, pushing hard to ram it down the soft, wet passage.
"Ooooooh ... oooooh," she moaned, as his two hard fingers squirmed up inside her, between the tight, fleshy walls of her cunt. His arm pumped back and forth as he shoved his two fingers into her again and again, her warm juices lubricating the tight, tiny slit as they slid easily into the hot, wet depths of her pussy. He stepped up the pumping rhythm, driving his fingers into her at a frantic pace, still gently nibbling on her hardened nipples. Her whole body arched off the blanket, her grinding hips thrusting up to help bury his stiffened fingers to the last joint inside her hungry vagina. Her legs were spread wide, and her soft buttocks completely lifted as she shoved her wet crotch toward his hand.
"That's it ... that's it ... please don't stop...." Her voice was a faint gasp as she neared her orgasm, her mind reeling in a kaleidoscope of flashing hues, heightened fantastically by the marijuana. Nothing seemed to exist except that agonizing hunger deep in her belly, and those wonderful, magic fingers that satisfied it.
He could see her orgasm building inside her, as her body tensed, her lips half-parted....
"Oooooh ... Ooooooh! ... OOOOOOH!" Her hips snapped as if jolted by an electric current, then fell with a thud, as he kept up the relentless plundering of the open, defenseless hole between her legs.
But she had no time to catch her breath, for no sooner than her agonizing moan left her parched lips, did his own lips begin nibbling their way along the smooth, flat plane of her trembling body, along the nearly-invisible trail of soft, pale hair that marked the way to the softness hidden below her firm, undulating belly. His hungry lips fastened on the quivering bud of her clitoris, sending a fresh shiver of pleasure through her perspiration-soaked body.
She turned her head and opened her eyes for a momentlong enough to catch a glimpse of Cindy and Jerry a few feet away through the fire. Cindy was crouched over him, her weight supported on her legs doubled under her. And as she lifted herself, braced with her hands on his muscular shoulders, Cathy could see his huge, thick prick slipping wetly from her moist passage until only the tip remained sheltered inside her. Then she lowered herself again on the enormous cudgel, impaling herself as she eased back down the glistening shaft until she reached his loins. As it disappeared inch by inch inside her, Cindy's head snapped back, her long, thick red hair dangling almost to his body, her mouth wide open as if she were about to scream. And when her damp buttocks finally ground against his hairy pelvis, Cathy could see her teeth grinding together, her mouth half-open as she raised herself slowlydeliciouslyagain.
She watched as long as she could, but the exquisite pleasure were building again in her belly, and she was forced to turn away, her eyes tightly shut, a low animal moan making its way from somewhere deep inside her.
He nibbled hungrily on her super-sensitive clitoris, driving her nearly insane with desire as her hips ground savagely, her wet crotch thrust directly in his face as he licked the narrow, moist slit between her thighs.
He-edged her on until she was near a second orgasm, her whole body tense and shiveringthen he stopped, leaving her dangling on the precipice. But only for a moment....
She quickly caught her breath, filling her lungs with a few, short deep breaths, as Skeet shoved her long legs nearly double against her body, forcing her knees back against her chest, crushing her soft breasts against her.
"What ... what're you doing?" was all she was able to ask. He climbed to his knees over her, his hard cock poised less than an inch from her wet, gently pulsating vagina. He watched her there a few seconds, naked and helpless before him, her firm, young body trembling with fear and confusion. She opened her mouth as if to speak again, but was caught short as his long, hard prick sank to the hilt in her tight, warm pussy.
"Aaaaaaagh!" she gasped at the sudden, painful entry, squirming from side to side to escape his searing thrusts. "You're hurting me! Please...." But there was no stopping him now; his hips bucking like a wild stallion as he lunged deep into her belly with every powerful thrust. She kicked and flailed helplessly as he impaled her mercilessly on his long, rigid shaft, sinking all the way to his hairy loins with every downward lunge. Harder and harder he rammed his hard cock into her, pushing aside the soft, fragile walls of her cunt in rippling waves as he plunged savagely through the tight, fleshy passage.
It didn't take long for her cries of pain to become pleas for more, as the searing flames of passion quickly consumed her writhing young body, fanned by every devastating thrust that tunneled viciously into her tender passage. Her hips ground upward to meet his pounding thrusts, hungrily devouring every inch of his steel-hard prick as it slithered easily into her hot, wet hole.
The marijuana had had its effect on him also, and within minutes the burning, white load in his bursting balls was aching to be set free, and he knew he couldn't hold it back much longer. Again and again he shoved his cock deep inside her, sweat pouring off his bare back in dozens of tiny streams. Her face was twisted and contorted in delicious agony as every downward thrust sent the bulbous tip of his aching dick deeper and deeper into her burning belly.
Suddenly he could hold back the flood no longer, and with one final agonizing lunge his balls exploded in a rapid-fire blast of hot, sticky semen that flooded her belly and mingled with her own juices as it oozed from around the stiff shaft imbedded in her hot, fleshy passage. She lunged upward so hard he nearly lost his balance, straining to get every millimeter of his hard cock inside her.
"No! No! Don't stop now ... Don't stop, Please! Don't stop!" she begged, but his prick was already a rubbery lump that slipped uselessly from her hungrily clasping pussy with a wet, sucking noise. She grabbed it with both hands, vainly trying to stuff it back in, but it was no use. "Please ... you can't leave me like this," she pleaded.
Her head whirled dizzily around and around, and then there were three faces over her in the orange fire-glow. Skeet, Jerry and Cindy kneeling around her as she lay naked on the sand, helpless and confused...." too much for you, huh Skeet?" laughed one face. "I guess I'll have to finish your job for you." A hundred hands seemed to be all over her at once, lifting and prodding, and then she was on her knees, her face resting on a pair of bare, masculine legs. She felt someone probing roughly at her uplifted cuntal passage and looked back to see Jerry kneeling behind her. He grinned from ear to ear as her eyes caught his. "Don't worry 'bout a thing," he said. "Just leave the rest to me."
She turned back around as Skeet positioned himself under her head and shoulders, her face smashed against his wet, matted loins. Her whole body snapped like a whip as Jerry's enormous cock sank to its brushy hilt in her from behind. It felt like a baseball bat being buried deep in her belly.
"Aaaagh! You're killing me! Stop! ... Please, stop!" she screamed, but her cries were muffled as Skeet pressed upward and wormed his rubbery prick between her lips. It was sticky and salty, and she tried to pull her face away from it, but she was held tightly in position between the two boys, and there was no escape.
Behind her, Jerry slammed his thick, hard cock into her again and again, ramming it into her bruised, tender pussy as far as it would go. She could feel it deep inside her belly, further then Skeet had been able to reach. He held her hips like two steering knobs to guide him as he slammed with all his strength into her wet, fleshy tunnel. Her eyes were blinded with tears that trickled down her cheeks in a steady stream.
Skeet grabbed her head behind her ears and held her firmly in position as his cock once again came to life. She could feel it hardening inside her mouth as he rocked it in and out of her moist lips. She had no choice but to let him do whatever he wanted. It jerked full erect and filled her whole mouth as she choked to keep it from going down her throat.
But that passage wasn't to be spared. He rammed it hard between her lips and it slipped easily down the back of her throat as she was forced to swallow to keep from choking. It filled the passage and she had to gasp for air.
She thought of Cindy, somewhere out there in the darkness, watching as the two of them defiled her in every way possible, doing nothing to stop them as they, lewdly entered her from both ends at the same time.
Jerry kept up the savage pace, shoving his huge cock deep in her belly again and again. She'd never felt anything like ithe was going where no cock had ever been before.
The unquelled fire in her belly began to grow hotter as he pumped into her without so much as a break in the devastating rhythm. She was losing control againshe tried to scream, but it was impossible, Skeet's lust-hardened cock plunged viciously down her throat and it was all she could do to breathe.
Her buttocks began to slowly grind in a tight, little circle as Jerry lunged into her ravaged passage, stretching the taut, fleshy walls of her cunt as his huge cock sawed into her over and over.
Suddenly, the pain was goneand that allconsuming inferno in her belly raged hopelessly out of control. She squirmed back on his huge prick, impaled on its awesome length as it disappeared deeper into her hungry pussy, slipping easily now between the smooth wet walls.
Oh, yes. That's what I need. Oh yes, oh Yes! Oh God, I've got to scream ... I've got to! With her little remaining strength, she lifted herself away from Skeet's gagging cock long enough to empty her lungs. "Oh God ... I'm cumming ... I'M CUMMING! AAAAGGGHH!"
Jerry's strong arms reached under her and held her completely off the ground as he screwed her with every ounce of energy he could summon, rocking his loins back and forth savagely as he buried his big prick in her wet, juicy hole. One more deep, plunging lunge ... then another, and finally ... his hot load splattered deep inside her womb in a half-dozen powerful spurts. She could feel it, a hot flood that filled her insides almost to bursting, mingling with Skeet's semen already pumped there a few minutes before.
Skeet watched intently as she jerked and squirmed, impaled on the last thrusts of Jerry's enormous cock, then pulled her face back to his saliva moistened loins, shoving his aching cock back between her lips. This time, it didn't take long ... a couple of short thrusts and his excited cock exploded like a jet stream against the back of her throat. It caught her by surprise, and she choked on the hot, sticky spurts, gagging as it filled her mouth and she was forced to swallow the warm, saline cream.
She gulped it down again and again, surprising even herself as she sucked the deflating shaft dry. When the last sticky drop was emptied, she climbed slowly to her feet, with Skeet and Jerry still collapsed like exhausted warriors beside the fire. She gasped for breath, gulping it in in shorts gasps ... Cindy was kneeling beside the fire, looking off toward the ocean.
She pulled her damp clothes from the pile, and stumbled toward the cottage. She tried to cry, but the tears wouldn't come ... Skeet was the first back to the cottage, coming in just as she finished dressing. "Take me to Morehead, Skeet. I'm going back to Greenville," she said as he came in. He looked at her in disbelief. "Going back!? You can't be serious ... How can you get back? It must be close to midnight."
"Just take me to the bus station. I've got money for the bus." He didn't say anything, just stood there, looking silly without any clothes. "I mean it, Skeet. I want to go ... now!" He shrugged, went out, and was back in a few minutes with his jeans on. Cathy combed her wet hair as he cranked his motorcycle. She didn't say a word as she climbed from the bike at the deserted bus station, and he waited until she was inside, then roared off into the dark night.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sunday dawned as bright and beautiful as Saturday, but Cathy could hardly appreciate it. She yanked the Venetian blinds shut to keep out the bright morning rays that awakened her. It was only elevennot even eight hours sleep, but it was useless to stay in bed; the covers were twisted and knotted and dragging the floor from her tormented, fitful sleep.
I've got to get out of here before they get back, she told herself. There's no other way. I'll be just like her if I stay here any longer. Maybe I can find another apartment ... or rent a room. That's it! A room ... like at a hotel. I could stay there until I decide what to do!
The Coastal Hotel was the only one decent enough for a single girl, and it wasn't too far from the campus. She looked it up in the directory and gave them a call. "What are your rates for a room?" she asked, holding the phone with one hand as she scouted the bed for her clothes. "Single or double?" asked the voice on the phone. "Single. Just for myself."
There was a long pause on the other end. "Are you in college here?" She said yes. "Well, we rent weekly and monthly for college students. But it has to be paid in advancethirty-five a week, or one hundred-and-ten if you pay by month."
Thirty five dollars! I haven't got half that!
She thanked the man and hung up the phone and finished dressing. Things were beginning to look a little better when she made it outside. It was a perfect Carolina autumn day, and the leaves were beginning to change color around the edges. Winter couldn't be too far away. She thought of how lovely this street always was in the winter when it snowedold houses surrounded by white-mantled oaks and magnolias, and a snowman in every front yard.
She walked toward the campus, more rambling than walking, watching the faces of students as they scurried past hurrying to church services. Suddenly these peoplethese same people who just yesterday were her classmates and friendsthese boys and girls all seemed so much younger. As if somehow they had magically stopped growing and she had zoomed on past them.
All the girls seemed to be giggling to each othernot one passed with any trace of seriousness, or even maturity, showing on her face. And the boysthe boys who seemed so grown-up and exciting when she first came here to collegethey were back to their real identities, gangly and pimply-faced, and still stricken with the inevitable clumsiness of post-puberty that seems to attack every teenager.
Even the school looked somehow different. No longer awesome and forbidding, but just a little silly, like an old man vainly struggling to stay abreast of the times. She was looking at it all through another pair of eyesa new pair, and everything suddenly wasn't so rosy and wonderful. For the first time in her life she was beginning to suspect that there just might be another way of life hidden around somewhere, and that maybe the world wouldn't come to an end if she didn't graduate at the top of her class at East Carolina and marry a local businessman. She remembered something Cindy said to her once, when they were talking about that frightening night at the motel. " ... maybe you had a great time, and you're just afraid to admit it to yourself," she had said.
Maybe I am afraid, she thought. Maybe Cindy was right after all ... She heard the telephone ringing before she could get her key in the door. It was ringing still when she went inside the apartment, and she knew she should answer it. She reached for it, hesitated, while it rang againthen picked it up. She held it to her ear. "Uh ... Hello," she spoke into the mouthpiece. "Cathy, is that you?" It sounded like Larry, but there was too much noise in the background to be sure. "Yes ... Is this Larry?"
"Yeah, how are you?" he asked. "I haven't seen you around lately. I was wondering if you'd quit school or something. Your ole lady wouldn't tell me anything." Cathy jerked when she heard that. What business could he have with Mother? "Uh ... Have you been talking to my mother lately?" she asked lamely. "Not exactly. I just asked if you were still living at Cindy's. And she said she didn't know ... she sounded kinda' mad, so I just dropped it." I guess he called to talk to me, he hasn't asked about Cindy....
He told her about the tobacco prices, how they were holding steady around seventy-three dollars a hundred, and how the harvest looked pretty goodhe and his father had already sold all theirs at the Bright Leaf Warehouse in Wilson. It was nice to talk to a friendly voice, somebody you had things in common with.
"I've got a pocketful of money that's just burning a hole in my pants," he said. "How about let's spending some of it tonight? If you haven't got any early classes, I mean."
"Okay," she replied without hesitation. "Sounds like fun."
"That's great, Cathy. I'll pick you up about seven, if it's all right." She was watching television when she heard that familiar rumble of Larry's souped-up Chevy pulling up in front. Cindy still wasn't back, and she wanted to get out of there before she arrived, so she flipped off the set and ran down to meet Larry before he even switched off the ignition. The inside of the car smelled of tobacco plants and stalk gum when she slid across the shiny vinyl-covered seat.
"Hi, Cathy," he said nervously, avoiding her eyes. It wasn't like Larry to be nervous. "Hello ... Uh, where are we going? Did you have something in mind?" she asked, struggling to find somethinganythingto say to him.
It was obvious he had "dressed up" for this date, something he had never done before. He looked terribly uncomfortable in a white, starched shirt with button-down collarshe'd even gone so far as to put on a tie. But even for this, a sport coat was apparently asking too much; she didn't see one in the car. Their conversation seemed to Cathy to simply pick up where they had left off on the phonethe same tobacco harvest, the same labor problems, in fact, everything was the same. It was if they had only met for the first time; and each was searching for something meaningful to say, but the words just weren't there.
Is it him or me, she asked herself, genuinely puzzled. He doesn't seem to have changed that much, really. I mean, he's the same simple Larry he's always been. Maybe it's me ... maybe I've changed....
The Cock and Bull was his big splurge, and he was obviously excited about taking a girl there. It wasn't the sort of place to find local farm boys and their country-girl dates; it was more for the city folks and occasionally, boys from the fraternities in their expensive clothes with wallets full of money from their parents up North. And Cathy could see Larry was out of his element from the moment he entered the dining room.
He looked around apprehensively until the hostess arrived to seat them. It might have been his first time in a real restaurant. Cathy studied him like a lab specimen, fascinated with the things she'd never noticed before. He waited for her to begin her salad, then picked his fork. And he apparently never noticed the tiny plate placed there for his bread, but just dropped it rather unceremoniously on his plate. She only hoped he stopped short of sopping his beef gravy with the last of his bread.
What little imagination he might have demonstrated in choosing the restaurant for dinner was soon overshadowed by his choice of entertainment: the same drive-in movie that had been their Saturday night diversion for as long as she could remember. She couldn't forget the last time she was herethe night she met Lee. She was sure nothing could possibly top that.
He squeezed her hand tightly as the second feature began, and pulled her closer to his side.
"It's only been a few weeks, but it sure seems longer, doesn't it?" he asked. Oh, it's been longer than you could possibly imagine, she thought. "Yes, it does," she agreed limply. His hand was now around her shoulders and his breathing was coming hot and heavy on her neck.
She tried to quietly back away, but his grip was much too tight. His right hand eased down her bare arm, gently rubbing the side of her full, soft breasts; and in a moment, was fastened firmly on the tender, young mount.
"Please, Larry. Stop it," she insisted, trying vainly to push him away. "I mean it, stop!" He didn't answer but kissed her passionately on the side of her neck, nibbling the delicate flesh as his hand roughly fondled her breast, still protected by her dress.
She turned to shove him away, but his strength was too much for her; he pushed her face down into his lap, her nose smashed hard against the definite bulge in his pants. Cathy struggled furiously to get up, but he pinned her like a wrestler, and the harder she squirmed, the tighter his grip became.
But suddenly the struggling seemed ridiculous, and the feeling of helplessness seemed less significant somehow. She remembered that night he tried to make love to herthe night he couldn't hold it any longer and shot off all over herand she laughed. Just a chuckle to herself at first, then loudly, and right in his surprised face.
"What're you laughing at?!" he shouted at her, his face bright red with embarrassment and anger. "Tell me, you hear ... Tell me!" But that only cracked her up even more, that silly hurt-little-boy look on his face, and that face on top of a two-hundred-pound body that by anybody's definition should be a man. "You're laughing at me, aren't 'ya," he pouted. "Well, I don't like it. I don't like it one bit."
Cathy finally caught her breath. "Yes, I'm laughing at you. I remembered the last time we were here. You know, the night you ... you...." Suddenly she couldn't hold it back again, and she doubled up laughing.
And she was still laughing when they roared out of the drive-in theater, Larry taking his enraged fury out on the wheezing car. He peeled rubber as he slammed through first and second, but the aging hot-rod coughed and spat back when he threw it into third.
She kept her laughter to herself this time, as she watched him try to beat the helpless car into submission, his foot pounding the accelerator as the engine sputtered and backfired. It was the perfect ending, and Cathy could see all the flaws and rough spots clearly now as he tossed off the thin veneer he had tried to hide behind and cursed like a drunken sailor at his blameless car. It was like watching a movie, as if she wasn't really there with him in that car at all, but sitting comfortably in a large theater watching him analyzing him ... This hayseed brawler who just a few weeks ago was the only man in her life. She shuddered at the prospect.
There was no need for good-byes, so she simply closed her door, and walked quickly inside, hoping he would make everything easy by driving off. This time she was lucky; and he was out of sightand out of her lifein a matter of seconds.
Whatever place there was for Cathy Johnson, wasn't with people like him, this much she knew. Like so many others before her, she had learned bitterly that there's no going back that you can only go forward, regardless of what's ahead.
The lights were all off as she entered the apartment, but she could tell immediately that Cindy had come and gone. She spotted the note when the kitchen lights blinked on. Cathy Dave and Eddie are going to New York in the morning. I won't be back tonight. If you want to go, we'll pick you up around ten o'clock. Cindy.
That was it, no mention of what happened at the beach, as if it was just an every-day occurrence. She stared at the note for a long time, then remembered her quiz. But the giant skyscrapers of New York City soon over-shadowed any thoughts of school....
She pulled her battered blue suitcase from the closet, and began stuffing in clothes. And why not ... I've never seen New York, and what better time than right now?
And suddenly, for the first time in so long she'd forgotten what it was like, Cathy was excited ... not just excited, but jumping-up-and-down-excited, for that spot she was looking for maybe wasn't right in front of her yet, but it was a lot closer, and getting closer all the time.
