Chapter 13 - ROLL-A-RAMA
(mg, mgg, mast, oral, inc)
Bunny is invited to go to the roller rink with Mary Lou. But where's Pete?
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After spending the day at Mary Lou's and losing my virginity, babysitting for Aunt Bess that night was a drag. I wanted to spend the night at Mary Lou's, at the very least Mary Lou and I could play in bed together, but nooooo, I had to babysit my bratty little cousins. That's what I get for agreeing to babysit for Aunt Bess in the first place! Not that Mama would let me spend the night at Mary Lou's to begin with. Actually my little cousins aren't brats. Well maybe they are, but they're cute little brats.
Anyway, I got all three down for the night without any problem. That left me with nothing to do but watch TV or think about Pete and what he did to me. I had the TV on, but I wasn't actually watching it, I was mostly thinking of how wonderful it felt having him stick his thingie into my you-know-what. Boy that was fun! That and thinking how lucky Mary Lou was to have a brother available to have sex with whenever they wanted, and according to Mary Lou, they'd been doing it for years! Gawd, I was still playing with my dolls until very recently, while she'd been playing with Pete's dick for three years. Some people have all the luck!
I could hardly wait to tell Uncle Joe what had happened! Not about Mary Lou and Pete, but about Pete and me.
So I was on the sofa with a blanket over me, diddling myself while imagining my next time with Uncle Joe when I hear a pitiful, "I want my mommy!"
'Not now, Sherry!' I wanted to shout, but she was already on top of me, and me without anything on under the blanket except a t-shirt.
"Mommy will be home soon, Sherry," I told her. "She's at my house right now." Actually I didn't have a clue where Aunt Bess was except that she and Uncle Blake had gone out to dinner with my parents.
"I want Mommy..."
"Mommy with be home soon, sweetheart. Now you go on back to bed and I'll be right up to read you a book. Okay?"
"Okay..."
"Well, go on."
"You come with me?"
"You go and I'll be right up. Just don't wake up your sister."
"Okay..."
"Go on... Go on..."
Sheesh, I like to have never gotten her to go back upstairs so I could slip my jeans on! But it was a good thing that she did go when she did, for no sooner had I zipped up, the door opened and my aunt and uncle walked in. They were home early! A few minutes earlier and it would have been soooo embarrassing!
I told Aunt Bess that Sherry had just gone back upstairs and was missing her. She took over and Uncle Blake took me home ten dollars richer than I had been before.
Sunday dinner after church was at my house that week. Everyone was there, including Uncle Joe. We exchanged a few sly smiles here and there, but that was it. I didn't even get a chance to whisper to him the good news before he left. Oh well, there was always Tuesday.
Tuesday I took his dinner of leftovers to him. Mama didn't even tell me to come straight home. He wasn't home when I got there, so I let myself in. Thinking that I would surprise him, I took all my clothes off and waited. And waited. And waited. I nearly froze to death! He never did show up. The only thing I could do was cry; cry, get dressed and go home. It was getting dark by then.
Back home Mama knew immediately that something was wrong, but I wouldn't tell her. When she asked me where I'd been, I told I her that I was at the park.
"Did something happen at the park?" she asked.
"No, Mama. It was nothing."
"It must have been something," she pressed. Why does she always have to pry?
"No, Mama. I just got my feelings hurt."
"Did someone say something to you? Who?"
"It was nothing, Mama! Now leave me alone!" To end the inquisition, I retreated upstairs to my room. Thankfully, she didn't follow. She also didn't pry at the dinner table that night or afterward.
Thursday, the same thing happened. I took Uncle Joe his supper and he wasn't there. I waited for a while, but seeing that Mama told me to come straight home, I couldn't stay any longer. That evening at the dinner table, I learned why Uncle Joe wasn't home his usual time. Seems that with the flu making the rounds, he had to work overtime because so many workers were out sick. Just my luck! He even had to work all day Saturday!
The Friday sleepover at Wendy's was just okay. Stupid Janie was there and she was nasty towards me. Not exactly nasty, but some of her remarks directed towards me weren't exactly nice. If she thought that she would repair our friendship like that, she had another thing coming! Seems she was bent out of shape because Mary Lou's and my catapult worked great while hers and Sally T's was a total flop.
Saturday started off okay once Janie left Wendy's and went home. Then I had to go home too and there was nothing to do, but clean my room and my bathroom and help Mama around the rest of the house. Being in school would have been more fun.
I decided to escape servitude by hiding out from Mama on the front porch, even though it was cold outside. After just a few minutes I'm freezing and debating whether or not to go back inside when Mama pokes her head out the front door.
"Oh, there you are, Bunny," she said so motherly and all, "I've been looking for you." I bet she was! Slave driver!
"Mary Lou called. When I couldn't find you, I told her that you'd call her back." Boy, I was in that warm house in a flash!
I called Mary Lou back. She wanted to know if I wanted to go to the roller rink with her. The roller rink! You bet! There was only one problem...
"Hold on Mary Lou, I have to ask my mom."
"Mom! Can I go to the roller rink with Mary Lou?"
To my surprise she answered, "Yes, sweetie."
"She said yes!" I squealed in the phone.
"You want me to drop you off at Mary Lou's?" Mama asked me from the doorway with a smile.
"Uh, Mary Lou, Mama wants to know if she should take me to your house," I told Mary Lou.
I listened to Mary Lou's reply and relayed that to my mama. "Mama, Mary Lou says that she and her dad will pick me up in about thirty minutes."
"That's fine, dear. Gives you just enough time to finish up in your room," Mama replied with a smile.
"She says that's fine, Mary Lou. See you in thirty minutes."
Carrying my freshly laundered clothes with me, I rushed upstairs, put the clothes away and changed into something cute. That took about five minutes. The next twenty minutes I spent on my hair and a little makeup; little being the operative word there as Mama didn't like me to look too grown up. I did as much as I thought I could get away with.
Ding dong!
"Bunny!" Mama shouted up the stairwell. "Mary Lou is here."
"Be right down, Mama!" I called back.
I grabbed a ski jacket and ran downstairs. "You're going to freeze in those shorts," Mama said as I rushed by her.
"Wait!" she called out.
I'm thinking, 'Gawd! She's gonna make me change clothes...'
Somehow she knew exactly what I was going to wear before I ever came down, as she already had pair of nylon running pants still warm from the drier in her hand for me.
"You need some money, don't you?" she added without further comment on my cutoff shorts.
Money? "Oh, yes!" I replied as Mama laid a ten dollar bill on me. "Thanks, Mama! You're the best!"
"Have fun, sweetie!" Mama called out as I headed out the front door.
I hopped into the front seat and sat between Mary Lou and her dad. He looked at what I had on and echoing my mama said, "You're going to freeze to death, Bunny."
"I have my running pants to put on," I replied holding them up so he could see.
"Don't put them on on my account," Mr. Mack said with a grin while patting my bare knee with his hand.
"Quit perving on her, Daddy," Mary Lou said with a laugh.
"I'm not perving on her!" he defended.
"Yeah, right!" she said with a laugh.
It was embarrassing and not just for me!
Five minutes later, Mr. Mack dropped us off at the roller rink and told Mary Lou to call him when we were ready to go home. Even though it was old and a bit rundown and shabby, the roller rink, along with the old rundown theater downtown, were about the only places where kids could go to have a good time in our small town. That and the Sonic Drive-In. As a result, there were lots of kids there, from little kids to high school kids.
We got our skates and put them on. We then removed our jackets and Mary Lou stripped off the sweat pants she had worn. Gawd, I thought I looked pretty good in my cutoff shorts, but Mary Lou... she had on shorts much like mine, but they were cut so severe as to be denim panties. Half her butt was showing! That and she had worn a cutoff belly shirt too. And with her tits... Not only that, it was a bit chilly inside and her nipples were clearly outlined in the thin material of her shirt. I had on a tight fitting tank top, that showed off my almost A cups, but with the stretchy training bra, there was hardly anything to show off.
"Gawd, you're not even wearing a bra," I told her. "What did your dad say?"
"He didn't say anything," she replied. "He never says anything, but the truth is, he likes it."
"Gawd, I feel so flat chested," I lamented.
"You just need to maximize what you've got, Bunny. You have that stupid training bra on, don't you? Go take it off."
Sounded like a plan to me, so we went into the girl's room, where I pulled off my tank top and the offending bra. Before I could pull my tank top back on, Mary Lou reached out and tweaked my nipples to twin peaks. Good thing no one else was in the restroom! We then stuffed our stuff in a locker and were ready to hit the floor.
We had a blast! There were so many cute guys hitting on us. But, we got into trouble. Mary Lou went off with this older guy back to the passion pit. The passion pit was just a group of tables set way back and almost out of sight. She was smooching with this guy and he ran his hand under her cutoff shirt and she let him. Well, one of the employees looked at just the wrong time and saw what was going on. She got the boss. The boss confronted them and told them they had to leave.
Of course I had to leave with her. We got our stuff out of the locker and we were shown the door. Outside the guy was waiting for us. He offered us a ride, which we gladly accepted. He had an old car that was mostly rust, but it was huge! You could fit four people in the front seat and four in the back seat with plenty of room for everyone. At one time long ago, it was nice car, a really nice car. Rather than taking us to Mary Lou's, he took us out to Lovers Leap. I'd heard about this place, but had never been there before. It wasn't much, just a parking area off a dirt road that overlooked the Interstate.
He parked leaving the engine and heater on, and tells Mary Lou to get in the back seat and tells me that I could stay and watch or I could take a walk. Heck, I didn't want to get left out there in the freezing cold, so I stayed while he got into the back seat with Mary Lou. In no time at all, he had her top off, and within minutes had her cutoff shorts off too. Now I'd already seen her fuck her own brother, so it really wasn't a huge surprise that she let this guy fuck her.
So I'm getting all wet down there looking over the seat back at the bare rump of this guy with his pants down, humping away at my best friend. He stopped moving and they lay there for several minutes. I heard her say something to him, but couldn't make out just what was said.
He sits up and says to me, "Your friend says that you love to suck dick." Gawd, I couldn't believe he'd say that, but then again maybe it wasn't so unbelievable. "How about it? Wanna suck my dick?"
"I don't know you," I replied.
"Is that all? I'm Bob. And you're name is..."
"Bunny," I said in a whisper as I checked out this guy's drooping glistening cock.
"Well, Bunny, now that we know each other, climb on back and suck my dick. Otherwise you can get your ass out of my car and start walking."
Well, I wasn't about to walk home, as there was no telling what might happen to me out by myself. Besides it was cold out there. So I climbed over the seat and into the back.
"Take all your clothes off," he told me as he skinned out of his jeans.
With the engine running and heat on, it wasn't cold inside, which was a good thing. Still, it was a bit nippy and as I pulled off my jacket and pulled my top over my head, my nips were at full attention.
"Come on, girl, shorts and panties too," he said. With both Mary Lou and me naked, he moved to one side and told me to suck him. Okay by me.
Not surprisingly, his wet dick tasted like pussy with a faint taste of cum. As I blew him, he reached down and began playing with my pussy. Soon he was firming up in my mouth. This was fun!
I heard him ask Mary Lou, "Is she a virgin?"
"No, she's a slut," my good friend said.
"Just like you, huh?" he replied.
"Yeah, just like me," she answered.
Next thing I know, he's sliding down on the seat, making room by pulling me on top of him and resting his feet on Mary Lou.
Perched on top of him he told me, "Come on, baby, fuck me."
Okay, I know I shouldn't have done it, but I did. He wasn't Uncle Joe or anything, but what the heck, this guy was available. Moving around to line up his erection with my pussy, I slotted him in me, lowered my hips and took him inside me. He was good size, bigger than Mary Lou's brother and he really filled me up. Soon I was rising and falling on him. Gawd, it felt so awesome to have a hard cock inside me once again. It wasn't Uncle Joe's cock and it wasn't Pete's cock, but I didn't care, it was a guy's cock and I loved it.
I bounced on him for several minutes before he told me to get off and for Mary Lou to get on. It was a little cramped in the back seat of his car, but we somehow managed, and for the next half hour or so, Mary Lou and I took turns fucking this guy.
We were stopped when a man tapped on the steamed up windows and told us to get our clothes on and get the hell off his land. That was soooo embarrassing! I didn't know that we were trespassing and I suppose we could have gotten in a lot of trouble, but he was just interested in running us off. We scrambled to get dressed and pulling out we noticed that he had a girl in his truck.
"That's Pussy Galore," Bob commented with a laugh when he got a good look at her as he pulled away. "That old son of bitch just wants us out if the way so he could fuck her without witnesses."
"Pussy Galore?" I asked.
"Yeah, that's what we call her. Biggest whore in school. I'll bet he's paying her too," Bob commented as we drove away.
Bob took us to the Sonic and bought us a Coke and some French fries, then dropped us off at Mary Lou's.
"Hey, you two are a lot of fun," Bob said before we got out of his car. "We need to do this again.
"So, what's your phone number, baby?" Mary Lou gave him hers, but I made up the number I gave him. Mary Lou noticed, but she didn't say anything.
Once inside she told me, "That was pretty smart giving him a bogus phone number. Now he not only knows where I live, but he has my phone number too."
"Think he'll call you?"
"Maybe. I hope so," she replied with a grin.
Mr. Mack was home. Needless to say he was surprised when we passed his open bedroom door. The woman he was in bed with was surprised too. Not that we really saw anything, but it was pretty obvious what they had been up to.
Mary Lou and I retired upstairs to her bedroom and closed the door behind us. Naturally we talked about Bob and what a hunk he was. Mr. Mack and the woman he was with hardly merited mention.
"If he calls, will your dad let you go out with him?" I asked.
"No, he won't, but he doesn't have to know, does he?" she giggled. "Bob just needs to call sometime when Daddy isn't home. If Daddy's not home, Pete and I can pretty much do whatever we want."
"Gee, my mama and daddy are always home," I lamented. "I never get to sneak off and do anything."
We heard footsteps downstairs. A moment or two, we could hear nothing.
"They're gone," Mary Lou said with a grin before she moved in close and kissed me. Kissed me and ran her hand up under my tank top. Soon I had her bare tit in my hand and we discarded our tops. Her kisses went down my neck and to my nipple. Did that feel good! Bob had played with my nipples while I fucked him, but he never sucked on them.
I was returning the favor and sucking on Mary Lou's tits when we heard footsteps climbing the stairs.
"Daddy's back already!" Mary Lou declared. I was scrambling to get my top back on when the door flew open.
"Hey, what are you...
"Hi, Bunny!" Pete greeted with a grin. "You two girls up to no good?"
"Don't you ever knock?" Mary Lou said unconcerned that she was still topless.
"What? And miss the show?"
"There is no show, Pete. So why don't you go away?"
"Naw, I think I'll stick around," he replied with his killer grin.
"Say, where's Dad?"
"He just took Miss Findley home. We caught them in bed."
"No, shit?" he laughed. "Miss Findley? That Miss Findley? They were fucking?"
"Maybe, but we didn't actually catch them in the act, just in bed."
"Who is Miss Findley?" I asked.
"She was my fourth grade teacher," Pete informed. "But she's over at St. Paul's now.
"Man I wish I'd gotten home earlier. That woman has a set of tits!" he laughed as he came and sat on the bed.
He reached out and as he was tugging up my tank top I said self-consciously, "I don't have any tits."
"More than a mouthful is wasted," he replied as he rubbed his thumb across my now exposed nipple.
Bam!
"That must be Dad," he said withdrawing his hand. He quickly stood and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Mary Lou put her cut off top back on and we went downstairs. Mr. Mack was puttering about the kitchen, emptying the dishwasher.
"Where's Pete?" Mary Lou asked.
"He's gone to Kenny's," her dad replied.
Turning to me he said, "Bunny, you shouldn't have seen that," referring to his tryst with the buxom Miss Findley, "but you did and I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention that to anyone outside this house. Your parents in particular wouldn't appreciate it. It's no one's business but mine and the woman I was with. And if it got out, it could cause a lot of trouble for her."
Mary Lou looked over at me and explained, "Miss Findley isn't a Miss anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"She's married, duffous!" Mary Lou exclaimed.
"That's enough, Mary Lou," Mr. Mack said. "Bunny didn't need to know her name."
"Sorry, Daddy," she said contritely. "But she won't say anything."
"She had better not.
"Now, you girls getting hungry?"
"Yeah, as a matter of fact we're starving," Mary Lou replied.
"Then let's go to Ma Kelly's," he said.
Ma Kelly's was probably the best place in town to eat, not that it had a lot of competition. It was a simple, home style restaurant. It's where Uncle Joe often ate. My mom and dad also frequented it, but not as often as Uncle Joe did.
The best thing at Ma Kelly's was always the Blue Plate Special of the Day. Then again, that's about the only choice you had. Still, the food was always good and it was plentiful.
Flicking the bottom of her cut off shirt, Mr. Mack asked, "Is this what you wore to the roller rink?"
She didn't answer, so he added, "Go upstairs and put something else on. Something that covers your tits better." I was shocked that her daddy would call her breasts "tits", but that's what he said. Then he added, "And you don't need to be showing off your ass in public."
Mary Lou and I went back upstairs where she pulled out a long sleeve pull over shirt and put on a pair of jeans.
"Maybe you should put on another top," she suggested. That was probably a good idea as I had somehow misplaced my training bra and it was a bit revealing. So I borrowed a sweat shirt from Mary Lou and put on my running pants, as well as my shoes and socks.
With her shoes and socks on, we fixed up our hair, which were both a bit of a mess, and we were ready to go.
Downstairs Mr. Mack appraised us and commented, "That's better, girls."
So we had supper at Ma Kelly's. We all had the Blue Plate Special, which was a boneless fried chicken breast, mashed potatoes and green beans along with a modest green salad and her fabulous homemade yeast rolls. We were just finishing when Mama and Daddy came in. What were they doing there?
Mama spied us and came up to tell Mr. Mack hello. They greeted each other warmly, like they were old friends. I had no idea that she actually knew him and not just knew of him, but then again, in our small town, everybody knew everybody, so I shouldn't have been surprised.
Turning to me she says, "Bunny, I have your things out in the car."
"What things?" I asked.
"The things you'll need to sleep over."
"Sleep over? Where?"
"With Mary Lou, of course." First I'd heard of it.
Seems that after dropping Mary Lou and me off at the roller rink, Mr. Mack had called Mama and talked her into the sleepover. He'd never said a thing. Oh, my gosh!
Everyone in the restaurant turned to look at Mary Lou and me squealing in delight at the news. Oh, this was going to be so much fun!
Heading back to Mary Lou's, we stopped along the way and he let us pick out two movies from Red Box, as well as picking out a few snacks. My enthusiasm was only modestly dampened when upon entering the house, I realized that Pete wasn't there. Oh, well, I was sure that Mary Lou and I would have fun without him.
Downstairs, Mr. Mack hung around and watched the two PG flicks with us and made us popcorn. He had to make two batches because he ate so much of the first batch. By and by it got late. The movies over, he told us it was time for bed and excused himself to go to bed himself, closing his bedroom door behind him. We stayed downstairs talking for little while longer.
Climbing the stairs, you could hear him snoring. My daddy snored too, but not like this. Even downstairs with his door closed, Mr. Mack sounded like a whistling chain saw.
Closing the bedroom door, you could barely still hear him, the rhythmic pattern periodically interrupted by loud snorting. Mary Lou looked at me and said, "I hope he doesn't keep you awake all night."
"Is he always that loud?" I asked.
"Yeah, but I hardly notice it. But, as long as we can hear him, we know that he's asleep," she said while pulling her shirt off. Pretty soon she was nude and climbed into bed.
"What if your dad comes in?" I asked.
"He won't," she declared. "He rarely comes up."
"What if we need to get up and go pee?"
"Well, you can put something on or just go as you are."
"But your dad..."
"Jeez, Bunny. He's downstairs. Besides, he doesn't care about stuff like that," she replied. "And if he does see you naked, he won't mind," she giggled. "And if you see him naked..."
"Oh, okay," I replied not quite understanding what she was saying, namely that they all slept nude and it wasn't a big deal for any of them to see anyone nude upstairs or downstairs, coming or going to the bathroom.
We had talked for nearly an hour in the dark, with Mr. Mack reassuringly sawing logs downstairs when the door to the bedroom opened and a shadowy figure entered the room.
"Peter! What are you doing?" Mary Lou whispered loudly. "Go away!" He must've snuck into the house, because neither of us heard him coming in or going up the stairs.
"I need some help," he whispered back.
"What help?"
"With my problem," he answered as he got close to the bed. With the street light outside her window, the room was lit enough to see fairly clearly and it was apparent that he was nude too.
"Hey, who's this with you?" he asked.
"Bunny. Now go away!"
"Bunny? Really?
"Say, does Dad know you two are in here naked together?"
"He's asleep," Mary Lou replied with annoyance clear in her voice.
"Yeah, I noticed," he replied in turn.
"I know," he continued, "Maybe Bunny'll help me with my problem."
"Pete, she doesn't want to blow you," Mary Lou said.
"She can answer for herself," he replied.
"How about it, Bunny? You up for a little suckie suckie?"
Well, that was one of the reasons I'd been wanting to spend some time here. The other was... But after we ran into Bob at the roller rink and he took us to Lovers Leap it wasn't so important anymore. Still, other than getting it on with Uncle Joe, I had hardly thought about anything else all week other than having Pete's cock inside me once again.
"Okay, I'll do it if you want me to," I said feeling really slutty for even thinking this, much less saying and agreeing to it.
"Yes!"
A moment later he's pushing his dick in my face even though he wasn't fully hard. I corrected that issue by gobbling his cock, sloppily sucking it while he quickly firmed up to where I could get to giving him a proper blowjob. I don't know why, but it surprised me how much I was enjoying this. Enjoying isn't quite the right word, I was loving sucking his dick and I loved making him cum!
Now soft, he pulled his cock from my sucking mouth and flopped down onto the bed between his sister and me. "Damn, that was good!" he said as he was catching his breath. "Damned good. Hell, I'm going to have to let you blow me again sometime, Bunny."
"Okay, Pete," Mary Lou said, "you've gotten your rocks off, so now will you leave us alone?"
He replied, "I leave you two alone after I fuck her.
"How about it, Bunny? Wanna fuck?" he asked rather crudely.
I couldn't very well say, 'Sure, I want to fuck,' as he might think badly of me, even though it was exactly what I wanted to do. What self-respecting girl would tell a cute guy a thing like that?
"Yeah, you wanna fuck," he said before I ever said a thing. "I can tell."
Turning to his sister he said, "Come on, Sis, and help me out. Get me hard again so I can do her."
Mary Lou, who had up to this point acted like she was annoyed with Pete intruding upon our slumber party, scooted down and took her brother's limp wet dick into her mouth. In the dim light, watching her head bobbing, I was thinking, 'Heck, I could have done that.' In what would have been record time with Uncle Joe, she had him hard again in no time at all.
Releasing his renewed erection she said, "Okay, you can fuck her now."
She'd hardly finished saying that when he rolled on top of me, prying my legs apart with his legs. He wiggled about for a second or two, and finding his mark, thrust his hips forward. He penetrated me so quick that I was surprised to feel him entering me. Not that I objected. He began pumping and continued to pump for like ten minutes straight before I felt him pulsing and squirting his junk into me.
Spent, he rolled off of me and the bed, saying, "Thanks, Bunny," and left the room. It wasn't at all what I imagined all week that it would be. He just climbed on, fucked me, shot off and then left me.
Gawd... I felt used and began sniffling.
"What's the matter, Bunny?" Mary Lou asked. "You're not upset, are you?"
"No, it's just..."
"I know, I know," she said. "He does that to me all the time. He does me and then just leaves and goes back to own bed. Then just when I begin to hate him, he stays and sleeps with me and acts like he cares. Boys... They're so self centered."
She no more had said that when Pete came back and crawled in bed beside me, took me in his arms and snuggling with me, tenderly laid kisses on the back of my neck and nibbled on my ears. It was nice.... really nice. The nibbling stopped and his breathing became deep. He was asleep!
"He's asleep," I whispered to Mary Lou.
"Yeah. Nice, huh?"
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