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I did not write this story, the author is Jake Boswell <j.boswell@usa.net>.
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Find a Penny... (Reminiscing)
by J BOSWELL
(J.Boswell@usa.net)
(c) Copyright 1994 and November 1998 by J BOSWELL, all rights,
except those explicitly detailed below, ARE RESERVED BY THE
AUTHOR. Electronic distribution (as a text file on an
"adults only" site) is permitted without alteration, but
inclusion in any type of "publication" offered for sale
(eg., book, magazine, CD-ROM, etc.), or "subscription-only"
sites requires the author's explicit permission.
WARNING: This work of fiction is intended to be read by adults
only. The author has uploaded it only to "Adults, only"
sites, and requests that you exercise the same
discretion. Also, this is fiction -- in real life,
please protect your lover and yourself by practicing
safe sex.
*
Part One of Five
*
Chapter 1
******* *
*
Spring, 1994
They're selling tickets for a "Woodstock Plus 25 Years"
concert! How depressing! Why bother -- you can't go back. They
should have let it go with that brilliant cola commercial about
the twenty-five-year Woodstock reunion, with the valet parking
and the bald babyboomers. But, on one dazzling Saturday
afternoon, looking out over the lake, nursing my beer, listening
to an ad for tickets, it sure brought back the memories...
* * * * * * * * *
It was the Sixties, man.
The radio was playing Santana and Motown, James Brown and
Simon and Garfunkel, The Beatles, Otis Redding, the Stones, the
Who, and Buffalo Springfield -- and it's never sounded as good
since. You had to be 21 to vote or legally drink, but at 18 they
wanted to draft your sorry ass off to Viet Nam. Things were
changing. Maybe we didn't see it, or want to see it, and maybe I
was still wearing button-down shirts, but all hell was about to
break loose.
I was 18 and a smart-assed freshman at an all-male, Catholic
college (that's the way things were then -- Catholic boys went
here and Catholic girls went there (accompanied by nuns!)). I
was full of myself -- life was simple and fun, and I had it by
the balls and knew it.
A bunch of us were commuting to school and had been together
since the nuns abused us in Grade school. Our college, being
small and conservative and Catholic put us a few years behind
what was going on in the Ivy League and at the California
universities. We were aware of the protests and the issues --
the war (BAD!), Civil Rights (Good!), Improving the Environment
(Very good!) -- but we didn't lend much more than our moral
support. Our personal issues were still getting drunk and
getting laid -- in either order, and preferably at the same time.
There were a few tightly-knit groups of hairy,
strangely-dressed guys beginning to appear on campus, talking
about peace, pollution and politics, and smoking some "tea;" but
our group was still into the clean-shaven, button-down oxfords,
khakis, and loafers look, talking about broads, beer, basketball
and booze. We were oh-so-cool (or so we thought).
I lived at home, but, to tell you the truth, I don't
remember seeing all that much of my family during those years. I
played football and basketball in high school, but wasn't good
enough for a scholarship, so four afternoons a week, I went
straight from school to work (and I worked all day on Saturdays).
Then on the weekends I went OUT, coming home -- usually drunk --
long after everyone else was asleep. I had a car, a job, a
college loan, and money in my pockets. As I said, life was good.
* * * * * * * * * * *
It was early April and a bunch of us were sitting around a
table in the cafeteria, bullshitting about everything from
teachers to cars to girls. When it was time for the next class,
everyone left but Mike O'Donnell and me.
"Jake, you goin' to Vince's party?"
Vince Capreto was an old high school friend. He was a year
behind us because his father pulled him out of our Catholic high
school and put him in a ritzy Prep school, hoping Vince would get
into an Ivy League college. All Vince wanted to get into was a
bottle of Scotch and a girl's panties. But he was the youngest
in a big family, so we could drink and dance the night away in
his basement; and, as long as we didn't set the house on fire,
his parents were cool about it -- they said they had seen it all
with Vince's older siblings.
"Sure, I'm going. You?"
"Yeah, sure. Who you bringing?"
I had to think about that. Not dating anybody steady at the
moment, there were a few girls I wanted to ask out. "Don't know,
yet. You bringing Terri?" Mike had been dating Terri Allen
since they had met at a Christmas dance. She was only 17 and a
junior in a local public high school, but good-looking enough you
didn't care.
"Of course. Hey, if you haven't asked anybody, yet, Terri
has a friend."
"Oww, you set me up! I don't need a blind date, Mike.
[pregnant pause] What's she look like?"
"I don't know. Haven't met her, yet, but Terri says she's
real cute."
"Ha, cute! She have a `nice personality,' too?"
Mike laughed. "No, Terri said she has a GREAT personality!"
"Oh, boy! Even worse. Now I know we're talking about a
fuckin' Alpo-eater!"
"No, really, Jake, I wouldn't shit you. And I don't think
Terri would shit me. Terri said that her friend wants to meet a
college guy, real bad."
"Real bad, eh? She fuck?"
"If I knew that the answer to that question was `yes,' I'd
be dating her myself, Jake!"
"Even if she was an Alpo-eater!"
"Yeah, even if she was. How about it? Do this favor for
me? Terri asked me to set her friend up with a nice guy."
"Nice guy! Not a hung stud? She go to school with Terri?"
"Yep."
"Okay, Mike, I'll do it but I hope Annette isn't at the
party." Annette Parker was a girl that was on the periphery of
our circle of friends. She was a year or so older than me and
always had a sharp, fast tongue -- very quick with the put-downs,
but I thought she had a nice face and body and was very sexy, and
I had been working up the courage to risk the public humiliation
by the crowd and ask her out.
* * * * * * * * * * *
By one of the immutable "guy-rules" of the time, since he
set up the double-date, Mike had driver's-duty and he picked me
up in his father's car on Saturday night. It was a big four-door
Dodge and had a great backseat. It was a warm night and we drove
to Terri's house with the windows down and a Who 8-track tape
blaring from the dual speakers.
After we knocked on the door, Terri's mother led us into the
livingroom to wait for the girls. Standing there in our ties and
sweaters (remember, this was still the mid-Sixties!), I could
feel the approval oozing out of Terri's parents as they asked us
about college.
Finally, we heard the girls coming down the steps.
Both girls were dressed in short (but not mini, yet) skirts,
with matching jackets and smooth, white pullovers under the
jackets. I knew Terri, so I got my first look at my blind date.
I saw right away that she had great legs and a terrific set
of juggs. She was fairly tall, not all that much shorter than my
5'11" -- maybe 5'7" or so. As my eyes roamed upwards, I saw she
was cute, not beautiful. A very cute girl. She had short brown
hair and large blue eyes. She was wearing make-up and her lips
looked great with the red lipstick on them. She looked young,
but I thought Terri looked young, too. My eyes drifted back down
to her chest -- that was definitely mature.
`Not bad!' was my first thought. And she wanted a date with
a college guy, "real bad" (`and all that entailed,' I leeringly
thought to my lecherous self).
Terri introduced us, "Jake, this is Penny. Penny, Jake."
We looked at each other and actually shook hands! And then
she gave me a dazzling white smile.
All right!
* * * * *
The ride to Vince's house was short and filled with small
talk. When we got there, the party was already going; and, since
this was Saturday night and most of us brought dates, it was a
"make-out" party, as opposed to the Friday variety,
drink-till-you-puke party. The lights were turned down and the
turntable was stacked with Little Anthony, The Platters, and Lee
Andrews and the Hearts -- all slow and romantic songs.
Of course with my luck, Annette was there, looking terrific
in make-up, highheels, and a tight skirt. I said 'hi' to her as
I popped a beer and fixed a sloe-gin-and-7-Up for Penny.
She looked at me and then at Penny standing a few feet away
talking to Terri, and said, "Babysitting your little sister,
tonight, Jake?"
As always, I was busy looking at her face and body and her
sarcasm caught me off-guard. I started to reply, but she was
already walking away with a big grin on her pretty face.
Shit!
Penny and I danced a few dances, holding each other tight
and by about the third song, we were french-kissing. Then, even
before I expected, Penny was sitting on my lap in a large
over-stuffed chair in a dark corner of the basement and we were
making-out like crazy.
Every so often, we would come up for air and I would try to
be a little cool and ask her about school or her classes, but she
would just start kissing me again. Who was I to stop her from
what she obviously wanted to do just to have a conversation?
And, God, could she kiss!
Perfectly!
Not too firm, not too soft. Not too wet, not too dry. Her
mouth moved against mine, her tongue alive and sexy, moving,
touching, attacking my mouth and then retreating as my tongue
followed. I had NEVER kissed a girl who could kiss like that.
When I tried to be sly, she brushed my hand away from her
breasts or back down her thighs to below her knees, but I didn't
really care as long as we kept on kissing like that.
We kissed all night.
We kissed until Mike and Terri shook us apart and told us it
was time to leave. Terri had a strict midnight curfew and Penny
was spending the night at her house. I knew I wasn't going to
get lucky.
On the way home, I asked Penny for her phone number. I was
really curious (and optimistic) -- if she kissed like that on a
first date, in a house full of strangers -- what kind of sexpot
would she be in the backseat of my car at the drive-in? I
couldn't wait to find out!
* * * * * *
On Monday, sitting in the cafeteria, I took a ribbing about
no one seeing me at the party. Mike added his two cents by
complaining that I got his old man's upholstery wet after he and
Terri had to throw buckets of ice water on Penny and me to get us
apart. I didn't mind ribbing like that.
On Wednesday night I called Penny to ask her out for
Saturday. She seemed genuinely surprised I called her (which
surprised me a little), but she quickly agreed to a date and got
off the phone. It seems that Wednesday night was the night
Penny's older sister's soon-to-be-fiancee called, and no one else
in the family was allowed on the phone so he wouldn't get a busy
signal. What a couple of stiffs they must be, I thought.
Saturday night, dressed in khakis, loafers and my favorite
shirt and tie, I met Penny's parents and older sister, Diane (an
ice-queen, stuck-up snobby bitch, if I ever met one! <but very
good looking>). Penny had told me that her father was a cop and
he seemed pleased that I wasn't a Hell's Angel or one of those
"hairy-hippie-types." He asked about school, and I told them I
was in my first year. And then -- thank God! -- Penny came
prancing down the steps in a cute sweater and skirt, and we made
our way toward the door.
Penny's dad stopped us and said, "I usually say 11 o'clock
for Penny, but she asked me if midnight would be alright,
tonight. I guess it will be, young man, but not a minute later."
"Yes sir. Thank you, sir." (How obsequious I was!
Although it never seemed to hurt when dealing with a girl's
father.)
And we were off to the drive-in.
*
*
******* *
Chapter 2
******* *
*
And that's the way we dated for the next several weeks. On
Friday nights, Penny would go to choir practice with her family
and I'd go out boozing and partying with my friends. On Saturday
night, I'd pick Penny up and we would speed to the nearest
drive-in or lovers' lane, hop into the back seat of my Chevy, and
kiss until our lips were so sore we could hardly talk on Sunday.
I'd always get her home just before midnight. It didn't
seem to matter, though, because her parents would be asleep
already. Penny would invite me in for a coffee, and we'd kiss on
the sofa until her sister, getting dropped off from her date,
interrupted us -- our coffee cups still full and cold and the two
of us grinning like idiots.
That's all we ever did. We didn't double with any other
couple and we didn't go to parties. We went to drive-ins or
lovers' lanes and we kissed.
To my genuine and frustrating surprise, I wasn't getting
anywhere in the touchie-feelie game with Penny. I was still
stuck at home plate. Penny would still gently remove my roaming
hands from her breasts and thighs (but maybe not as quickly as
she used to). I was still suffering post-date blue-balls, but my
hormone-addled brain was always optimistic about the next date.
* * * * *
Finally, in May, near the end of my school year, on a night
when her parents and her sister were asleep and we had the
downstairs to ourselves, we made some progress.
We were necking on the sofa, and as we rolled around, I
wound up on top of Penny with my erection, tenting my pants out
like a circus bigtop, between her legs. Penny was wearing a
light summer dress (we called them `tent dresses' at that time)
that just sort of loosely hung from the neck down to her knees.
We were both dressed and 'decent' but certain things were
definitely situated in the right places.
I began dry-humping and Penny began moaning like I had never
heard her, before. She didn't push me off as she had in the past
and, as her breathing rate increased, I moved my hands up to her
breasts. They were so large and firm and round! If I wasn't in
heaven, I was within sight of the Pearly Gates!
Penny was now meeting my humps with her own and pushing her
chest up, harder against my hands. Then she grabbed the pillow
from behind her head and covered her mouth just in time to muffle
her scream. She was cumming like a wild woman!
I soon felt myself cumming, too. Although I was anxious to
fill something besides my underwear with cum, I enjoyed the
strong spasms I felt as I pumped my groin against Penny's mound.
Sweating, we rolled apart and sat up.
As I sat there looking at the huge wet spot in my khakis,
Penny looked at me and said, "I don't think we should ever do
that again. You better go, now."
"But, Penny..."
"Goodnight, Jake. You have to go! Now!"
I left, wondering what the fuck was going on.
* * * * *
The next week, Penny was tentative and almost shy on the
phone, but she agreed to go out with me on Saturday.
On Saturday night, Penny seemed fine in the car as we drove
to our lovers' lane spot. Just after we jumped into the
backseat, I asked Penny if everything was alright.
She looked at the floor, "Things just got a little out of
control last week."
"We were in control, Penny. It couldn't have been safer.
Christ, we were both fully dressed!"
"Well, I wasn't in control."
"What do you mean, Penny?"
"I had a... an... an orgasm, Jake!"
"Yeah. What's the big deal? So did I."
"But I'd never had one before."
Holy shit! It had been Penny's first orgasm -- dry-humping
on the livingroom sofa! She was a junior in high school and
never had an orgasm before -- no wonder I wasn't getting laid
yet! Then I reminded myself that she was only fifteen years old
(having skipped several grade school grades), and that was still
pretty young [well, it was in those days!].
I was at least smart enough to know that I should be gentle
and understanding at that moment. "But, that's what we were
trying to do, Penny. At least I was. It's not a bad thing,
Penny. It's natural, and something special between the two of
us."
She was still staring at the floor. "I know. It just
surprised me and maybe scared me a little."
"Sure, I can understand that, especially if it never
happened to you before. Do you know that it's okay to have
orgasms? You don't get pregnant from them or anything."
"Yes, I talked to Terri about it this week. She's been
having them for a couple of years."
She looked really young and vulnerable to me at that moment.
I had my arm around her and I squeezed her tightly to me and
said, "Penny, I want you so badly, I can't see straight. But I
also like you" [I made a point NOT to say the real `L-word'] "so
much, that I don't want to do anything to mess up what we have.
So, I guess I won't do that, again, if that's what you want."
[Shakespeare reincarnate, eh? Sonnet #369, I think.]
She smiled that dazzling, white smile at me and pressed her
soft hand against the side of my face. "Oh, Jake, you're so
sweet! Don't worry. You won't mess anything up. I'm all right,
now. I just got scared when it happened, and then I was afraid
you wouldn't call me anymore because I kicked you out, or because
you'd think I was some kind of floozy slut. I was going crazy
until you called."
I moved Penny around, into that now familiar position in my
arms, across my lap, and before I leaned down to kiss her, I
said, "Just relax, Penny. I'm not going to stop calling you."
* * * * *
I could tell that something was different from that first
kiss that night. Penny was more relaxed. She didn't stop me
when I moved my hand up to caress her breast. Even through her
bra and sweater, I could feel her nipples grow hard and long
against my palm. Feeling bolder, I took my hand away and let it
creep up Penny's smooth, warm stomach under her sweater, still
without protest.
I could feel my breath becoming more rapid when, after
massaging her breasts through her bra, I finally snaked my hand
under the lace and elastic and cupped her naked breast-flesh in
my hand for the first time.
Penny sucked in a breath loudly.
Something had changed! I didn't know if it was Penny's
first orgasm, or our discussion about it, or her talk with Terri,
but I didn't care.
Penny was soon on her back on the back seat and I was
kneeling on the floor. Her bra was unhooked and it and her
sweater were pushed up under her neck, and I was making hungry,
passionate lust to her absolutely marvelous tits with my hands
and mouth.
It seems like we stayed in that position for hours, Penny's
breathing fast and shallow, on the brink of orgasm. Finally, as
I flicked one nipple with my tongue and squeezed the other
between my finger and thumb, Penny began a monumental orgasm, and
I hadn't gone anywhere near her pussy! She moaned and then
finally groaned so loud, I was sure people were looking from the
other cars.
Her cum went on and on, and as she was coming back down, I
mounted her. This time, she obligingly spread her legs for me as
I pressed my hard-on against her, finding the right spot for both
of us, again. As I humped against her only a few times before I
came, I gently held her softly-firm tits in my hands.
The ride back to Penny's house was quiet. I think Penny was
feeling a little guilty, but I was quiet out of satisfaction --
her tits were wonderful to play with, and I was positive that
getting to fuck my little Penny was just around the corner.
Inside, our coffee again forgotten, we were on the sofa with
Penny's sweater and bra up around her neck when we heard Diane
and her fiancee pull up outside. By the time Diane opened the
door, we were giggling, innocently sitting next to each other,
drinking our coffee and looking at a photo album I had grabbed to
cover my still-hard cock. When Diane went into the kitchen, I
used that opportunity to make my exit.
Driving home, I reminisced about the night and looked
forward to our next date. Just as I had to admit that I had
never kissed a girl who could kiss as well as Penny, I realized
that of all the girls I had dated, Penny had the biggest,
roundest, firmest boobs, by far. I again wondered why she had
changed her mind and allowed me such total access, but I didn't
care if I could answer that question as long as she didn't change
her mind back.
*
*
******* *
Chapter 3
******* *
*
I had my last exam the following week and I was done school
for the year. My first year of college over and I knew my
parents wouldn't be happy with my grades, but since I earned most
of my tuition and borrowed the rest, and wasn't getting kicked
out of school, they'd live; and as long as I didn't loose my
student deferment, I was happy. Penny still had over a month of
school left before her summer vacation began.
By now, we were talking on the phone several times a week
and, that week, I was anxious about our next date. I was afraid
Penny had a week to think about what we had done and would play
head games with herself and change her mind. I didn't have to
worry.
On her suggestion, I picked her up at her church after choir
practice the following Friday night. Fifteen minutes later, we
were parked at the darkest end of the closest lovers' lane and
Penny's blouse and bra were lost somewhere in the car.
Later that night, a few minutes before midnight, parked at
the end of her driveway, we sat cuddled together listening to the
radio. We were both pretty tired. I had played with Penny's
breasts for hours, with her cumming time after time, and had
humped ourselves to orgasm twice.
As we sat there, Penny giggled a cute little giggle and
pointed to my still-wet trousers, "That sure makes a mess. How
do you get in the house looking like that?"
"Everybody's asleep by the time I get home. I don't want to
know what my mother thinks when she does the laundry. I like to
imagine that she's not checking the crotch of my pants for dried
cum-spots!"
"Geez, <giggle> I didn't think about that. Embarrassing."
As we were talking, Penny's hand was lightly stroking my
thigh and my eighteen-year-old cock was quickly rejoining the
living. This was the first time that Penny had taken any
initiative below my belt with her hand, and I was liking it. I
didn't want to do anything to distract her or scare her off.
"But the pleasure is worth the embarrassment. Unless I rub
up against a rough seam or the zipper."
"Really? What happens then?"
"Well, to say it gets sore would be an understatement."
Penny's hand was now very gently stroking along the length
of my now-hard cock. We sat quiet for a few minutes, and then I
caught my breath as I listened to my zipper being pulled open.
Penny's soft hand felt its way past my zipper and into the
front hole of my boxers. I think I almost fainted when I felt
her cool, soft skin touch me.
"Oh, Jake... It's so warm and smooth and soft... and hard.
I had no idea!"
I shifted in my seat and Penny knew what I wanted, needed.
I helped her as she pushed my clothes out of the way and drew my
erection into the open. She gently placed both hands on it and
squeezed softly.
"Its so smooth, so smooth. I've never felt anything like
this before, Jake. Am I doing it right?"
Not wanting to talk and risk breaking the spell, I nodded
and placed my hand on top of hers, curling her fingers around my
hardness and began a stroking motion.
Penny continued the rhythm perfectly when I removed my hand.
"Mmmmm, so smooth. I can't believe this! I love the way it
feels!"
I couldn't believe it when Penny then leaned over and kissed
the head of my prick! She moaned something about it's smoothness
again, and then proceed to kiss and lick the knob and underside,
driving me absolutely out of my skull.
I had had blow-jobs before, but never with this innocent
enthusiasm before!
Without any coaching from me, Penny placed her hot, wet
mouth over the end of my dick and then lowered her head, moaning
as she was taking me deeper. I was ready to blow!
I placed my hands on the back of her head, illustrating the
motion to take, which she immediately started, bobbing up and
down on my cock.
I couldn't wait to cum in her mouth!
I didn't have to wait long.
With the first spurt of cum, Penny pressed hard against my
hands, but kept me in her mouth. Finally, when I stopped
shooting and moved my hands away, she quickly straightened up,
stuck her head out the car window, and spit my cum out of her
mouth.
When she pulled back into the car she turned and smiled at
me and wiped her hand across her lips, "Sorry, that just sort of
surprised me. It's not bad, at all, honest." Then, with the
most beautiful innocence in her eyes and voice, she asked, "Did I
do all right?"
I took her in my arms, "That was perfect, Penny. Perfect."
"And, it's a lot neater than the old way. You won't go home
with any wet spots on your pants ever again!"
And I never did.
[To this day, over thirty years later, no one has ever given
me a better blow-job than Penny. She obviously liked what she
was doing and never tired of touching the skin on my cock, either
with her hands or mouth. She was energetic, imaginative, and
enthusiastic. After that first time, she never again spit my cum
out. Instead, she would suck the last possible drop and swallow
the load with a smile on her face, happy with her accomplishment.
She is the best cocksucker I have ever had the pleasure to meet.]
*
The next night, at the drive-in, Penny blew me three times.
The following Friday night, I picked her up after choir
practice, again, and she had my cock out of my pants and buried
in her mouth before we were off the church parking lot!
It didn't take me long to figure out that Penny loved to
suck cock.
But, over the next several weeks, it still amazed me that
after swallowing load after load of my cum, she still wouldn't
let me into her panties. What was she saving it for?
*
*
******* *
Chapter 4
******* *
*
Other than not getting laid, I was having the Summer of my
life.
I was working for the "Green Meadows" supermarket chain, and
the big annual event was the employee picnic in June. About ten
stores in the region got together and rented out a private pool
club for the day. The company supplied all the food and sodas
and the band, and we all chipped in five bucks each for kegs and
kegs of beer. There were all the picnic games, like egg-tossing
and bag-races, and there was a perpetual softball game going on,
getting funnier as drunkenness ran rampant as the day progressed.
Over the five years that I worked for GM, something memorable
happened at every picnic [and I'll tell you about them at another
time].
Anyway, the week before the picnic, Sharon Abrams, a cashier
at the store, asked me if I could give her a lift to and from the
picnic.
Sharon had just finished her freshman year of college, too,
but I didn't know her all that well. She was very cute and had a
nice body, but she didn't hang around with our group in work and
had made it clear that she was *VERY* seriously involved with a
guy (a Pre-Law or Pre-Med at the local Ivy). In fact, if she
took her lunches and breaks or hung around with anybody, it was
usually with the full-time cashiers, who were all married and
mothers. So, I was surprised when she approached me.
"Sure, Sharon. You're welcome to come along with me, but I
have to get there early and help set-up the little kids' games."
"That's all right, Jake. I'm Jewish and I don't go to
church on Sunday mornings. I'll help, too."
"And I usually stay until they turn the lights out."
She smiled. "I won't turn into a pumpkin."
"Is Larry coming, too?" Larry was the love of her life.
"Lawrence? He prefers `Lawrence' now, you know. No, he's
not coming. Just me. Here's directions to my house. I really
appreciate it, Jake."
"No problem."
* * * * *
Now, I hadn't asked Penny to go because the picnic was a
"guy's'" thing for me. It was a great time for the male
part-timers to get together, eat free food, drink till we
couldn't drink anymore, play ball and goof off with a bunch of
the people we worked with the rest of the year. It was a great
time to act like an idiot and not have to worry about a date.
When I told Penny that I helped set-up and that none of the
guys brought dates, she said she understood, and I took her at
her word.
* * * * *
Sunday morning was perfect; clear and sunny and still a
little cool before the late-June heat cranked up for the day.
I didn't have any problem finding Sharon's house (and it was
too big to miss!), and she was standing outside waiting for me.
I had to look twice to make sure it was her. In work, she
almost always wore her dark hair up in some kind of bun or knot,
but today, it was hanging free, below her shoulders, shiny,
black, and full of big waves; and, she was wearing make-up --
something else I had never seen her wear. She was wearing snug,
white short-shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt top that was tight
enough in the cool morning air to make it very obvious she wasn't
wearing a bra. The uniform that the women wore at work was
pretty nice, as far as the male employees were concerned -- it
was a pale blue-green dress that was thin enough that all the
women usually wore full slips under them, and they were tight
enough that they didn't hide a good body. So, as I said, we knew
Sharon had a nice body, but I didn't realize how nice until I saw
her in that tight top and those shorts.
"`Morning. I hope I didn't get you up too early."
"Hi, Jake. No, I didn't mind waking up today. It's
beautiful."
I watched her as she threw her stuff in the back and sat
beside me, putting her sunglasses on. "You look great, Sharon."
She turned and looked at me for longer than necessary,
smiled a canary-full cat smile, and turned her head straight
ahead. "Thanks, Jake."
There was a little tension in the car for the first few
minutes (it was definitely *sexual* tension on my part!), but we
were soon talking about the people we worked with and we both
relaxed.
The pool club that the company rented had been a farm, so
there was no shortage of room. Besides the pool and pavilions,
there were two ball diamonds, fields for parking, fields for
games, etc. And on a winding path through some woods, there was
even a covered footbridge over a fast-flowing creek. It was a
cool place.
We got there early and started working. Sharon was the only
girl there, but she pitched in right along side of me and we had
a lot of fun, working up a sweat. (And I had a lot of fun
watching her t-shirt as she worked up a sweat.) We set up some
of the kids' games, raked the base paths and anchored the bases,
set the tables up, fired up the charcoal grills, tapped the kegs,
and put all the sodas on ice. We were done by ten and the crowd
didn't show up until eleven, so we decided to take a quick dip
before the pool got too crowded.
Sharon ran to the cabana, but I just stripped off my shirt
and sneakers and jumped into the cold water.
I was popping up for air after a couple of laps, to hear the
enthusiastic hoots and whistles of the other guys. When I looked
in the direction of the cabana, I whistled myself.
Sharon was walking to the pool in [what in those days
qualified as] a small white bikini. Her body was tan and firm
and looked terrific. She had nice-sized, firm breasts, a flat
stomach, a small, tight waist, and nicely rounded buns -- Larry
(excuse me, LAWRENCE!) was a lucky guy.
Sharon reached the pool, dropped her towel, did a big smile
and a small bow to her fans and jumped into the pool next to me.
I again had to wonder if this was the same girl I had been
working with for over a year -- the shorts and t-shirt, helping
with the dirty work, the bikini, the good-humored bow -- she
seemed so much more... relaxed... today than she usually was in
the store.
I felt her hand on my shoulder as she pulled herself up to
the surface. "Woooo! You didn't tell me it was this cold!" she
spurted.
I laughed. "It's still June, what did you expect? Want to
get out?"
"No, with this audience, I don't think I could get out right
now." She tilted her head down and I followed her look. Her
nipples were sticking out a mile in the small, tight cups.
"Besides, I'm getting used to it and it feels good after all that
work."
We just lazed around in the water until people started
showing up. Just before we got out of the pool, Sharon swam
close to me and asked me about something. As we talked, she sort
of drifted closer and her thigh slid between my thighs.
Instantly, even in the cold water, my dick reacted. Her thigh
stayed close enough long enough that I was sure she felt my
growing erection, and then she swam to the steps and went to
change. I stayed in the pool until I shrank to a less-obvious
condition, wondering if her touch had been intentional. And
where *WAS* Larry -- er, Lawrence?
I was beginning to wonder if something was going on here and
I was being a little slow on the up-take. And then I wondered,
if something *WAS* going on here, what about Penny?!? I didn't
want to pursue that line of thought too long at that moment.
I finally got out of the pool and dried off, waiting for the
sun to dry my shorts. I found some of my friends and joined
them. As we drank and talked, I saw Sharon come out of the
cabana and head for a table where some of the women from the
store were setting up with their families. Just before she got
there, she smiled at me and waved. I smiled and waved back. My
friends turned around and saw Sharon in her cute little outfit
and went nuts.
"No way that's Sharon!"
"Jesus, look at that body!"
"Look at that hair!"
"She sure looks a lot different out of uniform!"
I smiled at them. "And you guys missed the real show. You
better hope it gets real hot and she feels like taking another
swim."
* * * * *
It was a great day. Sharon helped me run some of the little
kids' games, and then she watched as our store's grocery
department played a softball game against the meat department.
Between innings, she'd hand me a fresh beer. After I hit a home
run (not so hard since the left fielder was taking a piss as the
ball slowly rolled past him!), Sharon was waiting at home plate
and gave me a very enthusiastic hug and kiss.
Yep -- something was definitely going on!
After a quick dip to cool off and clean up, I found Sharon
waiting for me with a fresh beer.
"Wanna go for a walk?" she asked.
"Sure. Thanks for the beer. I think I'll make this my last
if I'm going to drive anywhere." I was buzzed, but not blitzed.
We strolled around the pavilions, talking to friends and
laughing at the drunks; then across the fields, and to the
parking lot. Sharon got a blanket and a tiny radio from her
stuff in the car and we resumed walking.
On the covered bridge, almost pitch dark in the twilight, we
stood at the side opening and watched the water rush under us. It
was nice. It was cool and dark and the water was making that
slurpy, ripply noise as it rushed over the smooth rocks. I
didn't have to think too hard about what I did next. I leaned
down and kissed Sharon on the lips.
She didn't pull away. Instead, she dropped the blanket,
stepped closer to me and wrapped her arms around my neck and
kissed me back.
After a while, Sharon broke away, and I thought the moment
was over. Instead, she picked-up the blanket, took my hand, and
pulled me across the bridge and into the small patch of woods.
In seconds, the blanket was spread on the ground and Sharon was
spread naked on it, gesturing with her finger for me to join her
in heaven.
*
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Chapter 5
******* *
*
Reader, it's time you know something:
There I am, standing in the front of the room, looking at all the
other horny guys with the same affliction...
"Hello, my name is Jake and I am a virgin."
*
Well, I was at that moment. Sure, I had dated some girls,
some for a while, and had done almost everything, but I had not
yet gone all the way. It wasn't for a lack of trying on my part.
It was a different time. I played the game hard, but never got
past third base (whatever that is). And here I was, on the verge
of losing the stigma.
This lovely girl was naked and spread open and ready! She
wanted it and she wanted it from me! Not that I was planning to
tell her, but she was about to pop my cherry and I knew I'd
remember this moment the rest of my life.
Then the thought flashed through my brain that it was the
wrong moment because it was the wrong girl -- it wasn't Penny.
As I said, that thought FLASHED through my brain.
* * * * *
I looked down at Sharon. Her breasts were firm and round,
topped with huge brown nipples. Her pussy was covered with
thick, black, tightly-curled hair. She was holding her arms and
legs open for me.
"C'mon, Jake."
I pulled off my shirt and dropped my shorts and underwear in
one move and collapsed to the ground into Sharon's arms. Her
skin was dry and smooth and taut. Her lips were hot and she
kissed my lips, my nose, ears, neck, and chest. She started to
move her lips down across my stomach and I didn't want to stop
her, but I did.
I wanted to just shove my cock into her so bad! But I
wanted to wait, to take my time and show her I wasn't just some
testosterone-crazed asshole [even though I knew I was]. I don't
know where I got that kind of control at that moment.
I wanted to taste her. We rolled over and I began kissing
and sucking and biting her wonderful skin. Her face, down her
neck, around and around those big, brown nipples. Now, it was my
turn to move lower.
As I did, she cried out to me through clenched teeth, "No!
Do it, Jake! Let's do it, right NOW!"
I wanted to, I really did, but I kept moving my mouth lower,
until I pressed it through her thick hair and found her hot slit
with my tongue.
"Ugghhh...OOOoooHHH...Ugghhh!" She wrapped her legs around
my head and squeezed them tighter, pressing me deeper into her
cunt. I moved my mouth over her hard little clit and sucked it
between my teeth.
"Ahhhhh!" She was cumming, wave after wave, still holding
my head between her thighs.
Finally, she let go and I slid up on her. Her eyes were
actually sparkling in the faint light.
"Oh, Jake, that was wonderful! Please! Let's do it now,
okay?"
"Okay, Sharon, we'll do it now."
My rock-hard cock was pressed into her dense, springy hair.
I adjusted my position a little and felt Sharon's hand grasp my
dick and place the head at her opening. I could feel her heat,
and as I inched down, her wetness. Much easier than I expected,
my cock slid into her until my pubic hair was tangling with hers.
I had read and heard a woman's cunt described many ways but
no description prepared you for the true pleasure of what it
actually feels like wrapped around your prick. Warm, hot, wet,
tight, slippery, satin, silk, velvet -- words just don't suffice.
I couldn't believe it. I was finally getting laid! And by
a girl I never expected to be fucking in a thousand years. I
didn't know how we had ended up on that blanket, fucking like
rabbits; but way down, in my deepest, most secret thoughts, I was
thinking I had slowly charmed this girl in my subtle, quiet,
inimitable way. That I had made her forego a date with Larry to
be with me at this picnic, and that she couldn't help herself for
wanting me.
But very soon, I wasn't thinking any more remotely rational
thoughts. I was going to cum. And I was gonna cum in a pussy!
EeeOwww! What a cum it was!
Even the little portable radio we brought with us cooperated
-- it was playing Otis Redding, singing "These Arms of Mine" and
I knew in that instant that I could never again hear that song
without thinking about Sharon and me on that blanket.
When I rejoined the living, I rolled over, still connected
to Sharon. We cuddled.
"Ummm, that was nice, Jake."
"I'll say!"
"We better get back to the crowd before they send out
scouts."
I laughed, "Believe me, when a guy and a girl disappear,
they definitely are NOT going to send out the troops."
"Maybe your friends. What about mine? You ready to take on
Agnes?"
Agnes was a big, bossy, mouthy bitch that thought she was
the unofficial leader of all the female employees at the store.
"No, I don't have the energy to take her on, right now.
I'll get dressed."
I held Sharon's hand as we walked across the bridge, but she
pulled away from me as we approached the pavilions.
People were packing up, and only the poker players were
staying put. We gathered our stuff and headed for the car. I
had never been this sober and this happy leaving a picnic.
Sharon was quiet on the ride home, but I didn't mind. I was
savoring my mood, and it was a very, very good mood. The one
speedbump on my little sex-filled road of life with Sharon was
telling Penny. I knew she thought we were serious, and I
admitted that I hadn't done anything to give her a different
impression, but... Well, having sex with Sharon made everything
different.
I pulled into Sharon's driveway and pulled her closer.
"Not here, Jake. My parents spy out the window."
"What days do you work this week?"
"Oh, didn't I tell you? I leave for Long Island tomorrow,
I'll be gone a week. Vacation."
"A week? No, I... I didn't realize. I'll miss you!"
She opened the door, "You're sweet, Jake. Thanks for the
ride."
"Yeah, the ride. You're welcome. Thank you!"
She gave me another of those smiles as she closed the car
door and waved to me. "Bye, Jake." Then she ran up to and into
the house.
As I drove away I thought, "Well, that was weird! She acted
like nothing special happened."
*
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Chapter 6
******* *
*
I wasn't going to blab it all over the store what happened
with Sharon and me at the picnic, but on Monday, I did tell
Billy, my best friend working with me.
"Shit! I can't believe it, Jake!"
"It's true."
"Oh, I believe you, man. I just meant... you know... Sharon
Abrams? I'll admit, she looked very scrumptious at the picnic,
and now that you mention it, she was paying a lot of attention to
you. What about the guy she's dating?"
"Don't know. She barely mentioned him, and as I said, we
really didn't talk too much about things after it happened."
"Are you serious about her, Jake?"
"Well, I've been thinking about it, and... yeah... I mean...
we did it, you know? So, I guess I AM serious about her. She's
a nice girl."
"Who fucks."
I smiled. "Yeah, she's a nice girl who fucks."
"What about Penny?"
"I guess I gotta tell her, Billy. No sense leading her on.
She's really great and I really like her, so I don't want to
cheat on her."
"Don't do it, man. Don't say anything! At least not until
Sharon gets back and you see what's going on. You know, to make
sure you both are in the same place."
"Why? You know Sharon. You think she'd fuck me if she
didn't like me?"
"No, she certainly doesn't seem like that type. She always
impressed me as the type that didn't fuck before marriage, but I
was wrong about that. I don't know. It's just weird, Jake. For
her to come on so strong after being the Ice Princess for so
long. It's just weird. Something's not kosher."
"Is that supposed to be a pun or something?"
Billy looked at me and then laughed, "No, no... I didn't
intend that, but that's something else to consider. Maybe her
folks won't dig their daughter dating a Catholic boy. And I met
your mom, Jake, she's gonna shit grapefruits! Her little
Catholic bambino!"
It was a lot to think about, and it was a long week, each
minute dragging by. By Wednesday night I knew I couldn't hold
off talking to Penny any longer. I knew what I had to do. I
liked her too much to lie to her.
I called her from the store and said I'd stop by after work.
She was waiting out front when I pulled up.
"Hey, I missed you, mister!" She was all smiles as she got
in the car and leaned over to kiss me and give my cock an
affectionate squeeze.
This wasn't going to be easy.
In a few minutes we were parked in our favorite lovers' lane
spot.
"We getting in the backseat or what? What's the matter,
Jake? Something's very wrong. What is it?"
"Penny..."
She was close and staring into my eyes. I didn't want to
hurt her.
"Jake, tell me. What's wrong? Is it your parents?"
"No, Penny, it's not home. It's something else."
"Tell me. You can tell me anything, Jake."
"Penny..." I knew I had to jump right in. It wasn't
getting any easier. "Penny, I'm seeing another girl. And it's
gotten pretty serious." Whew, I got it out.
Penny's face just sort of froze for thirty seconds or so.
She didn't say a word. And then all of her features shattered as
she broke into tears.
"Penny... Penny, I'm sorry." I tried to hug her to me but
she pulled away and slid over against the door.
"Take me home, Jake."
"Penny, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I-"
"Now! Take me home now, you bastard!"
I felt like shit.
* * * * *
My mood didn't improve. I felt like a real dick for what I
did to Penny. We had been dating for a while and I had become
attached. I was really going to miss her (and in my less noble
moments, I admitted I was really going to miss her superb
blow-jobs!). I vacillated between missing Penny and looking
forward to Sharon's return.
Finally, Sunday came and I called Sharon's house to see if
they were home from vacation. She answered the phone. She
sounded cool and reserved after I said "hi!"
"Sorry, Jake. I can't really talk now."
"Oh, I was hoping we could... You know... Maybe get together
later." This wasn't what I had been expecting.
"I can't. Sorry."
"But, Sharon-"
"Jake, I have to go."
"Sharon!"
"Jake, Lawrence is here. I have to go."
That was a shocker. What the fuck was he doing there?
"Well, when will I see you in work this week?"
"You won't, Jake."
"What do you mean?"
"I called up during the week and asked for a transfer. I
start at another store tomorrow."
"What? Why? What's goin' on, Sharon? I thought-"
"I'm sorry, Jake. I'm sorry for what you're thinking, but
that's not what's happening. I'm getting engaged to Lawrence."
It's a good thing I was sitting down. Everything was
spinning too fast, like closing your eyes in bed with a good
drunk on. "What... what about the picnic?"
"You're not making this easy, Jake. Why did you have to be
so sweet to me? I thought you'd be an asshole."
"I don't understand, Sharon."
"Jake, I'm sorry. What I did was wrong. I screwed you
because Lawrence screwed some dumb blonde. I had to show him how
easy it would be for me. I was hurt and I wanted to get even.
But we've worked things out and we're going to pick out a ring
this week."
I didn't have anything to say, but I was gripping the phone
hard enough to cramp my fingers.
"Jake? I have to go. You're sweet, and it was nice working
with you. Be happy for me! Goodbye, Jake."
I didn't think I could feel any worse, but I was wrong.
* * * * *
Monday night, after the store closed, I was walking to my
car when a Cadillac pulled between me and my car. A guy got out
of the passenger side. The other doors were opening.
"You Jake?"
Oh-oh!
"Yeah. Who are you?"
"I'm Lawrence Feldstein. Ring any bells, shit-face?"
I was in trouble and knew it. There were four of them and I
had been careless. The biggest one moved behind me and easily
held my arms behind me.
Lawrence stepped up to me. "Putting the moves on Sharon was
the wrong thing to do, goy-boy."
"Put the moves on? Is that what she told you? She chased
me! We fucked our brains out and she wanted more! She said it
was great fuckin' a real dick for a change!"
He buried his right fist in my stomach. It felt like he
made it all the way back to my spine.
I doubled over and staggered back a step or two. The lug
holding me let me take that step. I came down on his left foot
with the heel of my left shoe and then stepped into my next move.
The goalpost was forty yards away and I wanted to put
Lawrence's balls through the uprights. One step with my left and
then my right came up with everything I had. Lawrence made a
funny little "Ulf!" noise and then bent over at the waist. In
the purple gas lights of the parking lot, his face looked like it
was turning green. He opened his mouth and vomited on my pants
and shoes. Field Goal -- three points!
I was still catching my breath when his friend behind me
wrapped his arms around me and the two guys by the car started
walking towards me. I was going to have the living shit beat out
of me and there wasn't a thing I could do about it.
"Enough! I've called the cops!"
It was Dennis, the assistant manager of the store, with
Billy and the two guys from the produce department.
The guy holding me let go and the other two guys helped
Lawrence into the Caddie, and they pulled off the lot with a
squeal of tires and a little puff of burnt rubber.
I tried to say "thanks" to my rescuers, but I had just
enough time to stagger over to the curb, bend over and puke up my
chili-dog-and-Twinkie dinner.
I couldn't have felt more sorry for myself than I did at
that moment. I had hurt Penny and broken up with her because of
Sharon and Sharon had used me because of Lawrence and I had
Lawrence's dinner on my shoes and pants and I could only breathe
in short gasps as I spit out the last of my stomach contents. I
hurt -- physically and emotionally. I was alone -- all alone. I
was ready to cry.
Carefully, slowly, I straightened up and leaned against my
car. From a cooler in his car, Dennis had produced a cold
six-pack and Billy handed me a can. The five of us popped the
tops and I took a small drink of the cold beer.
Billy patted me on the shoulder. "I sure hope you were a
good fuck for Sharon; it may have to last her for a while. I saw
that kick you gave Lawrence -- I don't think he'll be getting a
hard-on for a few days."
I started to laugh, but it hurt. But, then like magic, I
didn't hurt as badly. I looked at my friends, raised my can in a
toast and then broke out in the biggest laugh I'd had in weeks.
Hey!
I was young, employed, and draft-deferred. And it was the
Sixties, man!
***********
Find a Penny...(Reminiscing)
by J BOSWELL
(J.Boswell@usa.net)
WARNING: This work of fiction is intended to be read by adults
only. The author has uploaded it only to known
"Adults, only" sites, and requests that you exercise
the same discretion. Also, this is fiction -- in real
life, please protect your lover and yourself by
practicing safe sex.
(c) Copyright October, 1996, November 1998 by J BOSWELL, all
rights, except those explicitly detailed below, ARE RESERVED
BY THE AUTHOR. Electronic distribution (as a text file on
an "adults only" site) is permitted without alteration, but
inclusion in any type of "publication" offered for sale
(eg., book, magazine, CD-ROM, subscription site, etc.)
requires the author's explicit permission.
Part Two of Five
Chapter 7
******* *
I was screwed and knew it.
Penny hung up on me every time I called her house and I had
no intention of ever calling Sharon again. The only good news
was that Larry and his friends didn't return.
My thoughts were a jumble. I had been too intent on losing
my virginity and too lax thinking about Penny's feelings. I had
put what I had with Penny up at risk, and I lost her as a result.
I had also attempted to be noble and honest instead of listening
to Billy -- he was right, I shouldn't have told Penny about the
picnic until I was sure where I stood with Sharon.
I had been stupid. I should have known something was hinky
the way Sharon came on to me -- I'm no Cary Grant. Why did I do
it? Why did Sharon pick me? Why did I give up the sure thing I
had with Penny?
Of course (and this was a little scary!), part of me was
quite comfortable with the thought that getting laid for the
first time had been worth all of it!
* * *
Two weeks after my little episode with Larry, I walked out
of the store after work and saw a brand new Mustang parked next
to my old Chevy. I only saw one head in the car and decided I'd
like to meet Larry one-on-one. I had two weeks of being pissed
at myself to work out on him.
When I got close, the car door opened and I tensed, waiting.
To my surprise, I watched as two curvy, tanned, long legs
appeared. It was Penny's sister, Diane, looking very good in
make-up, short white shorts, and a yellow summer blouse. She got
right to the point.
"What's going on with you and Penny, Jake?" She used her
normal, haughty, cold-bitch tone on me.
"Whatever it is, it isn't your business, Diane." My voice
took on a tone that even I didn't like, but I couldn't help being
snitty in return. Even though I knew she could help me get back
with Penny, I couldn't control myself. She always brought out
the worst in me. She was only two years older than me, but she
acted like she was an adult and Penny and I were children. She
had gotten a good job in a law office after graduating from high
school and she was now engaged to Richard. Richard was a fucking
accountant -- twenty-seven years old and a little to the right of
Attila the Hun politically -- who probably didn't take off his
glasses in bed. Diane knew for a fact that her life was perfect
and the rest of us were lucky to know her.
"It *IS* my business when she sulks around the house and
cries herself to sleep every night for two weeks. What did you
do to her, you bastard?"
"I'm sorry she's so upset. I've called. I tried to talk to
her. She hangs up on me."
"Why didn't you come to the house?"
"What, and run into you or your father before Penny slammed
the door in my face? Forget it. Go home, Diane. Mind your own
business."
"Fine, be a hard-nose, Jake. Forget I stopped by. I came
by to say that if you had any nerve, you'd follow me to the
house. Our parents are away and I'm going out with Richard. You
two would be alone to talk it out."
I was touched, but my pride spoke first, "I don't think so."
I got in my car. By the time I turned the ignition, Diane's
car was pulling off the lot with a squeal of tires. "Bitch!" I
thought. But, when I got to the street, instead of turning left
and heading south to home, I made a right hand turn. In ten
minutes I was parked down the street from Penny's house. After
Diane and Richard pulled off (in his practical, 4-door Plymouth
sedan), I rolled down the street and stopped in front of the
house.
I climbed up the steps and rang the doorbell.
The door swung open and Penny was standing there. She
looked great, even though she had white powder on her face and
hands -- she must have been baking. She was surprised, no,
shocked, to see me. She just stood there and stared.
"Penny..." I wasn't sure what to say before she slammed the
door in my face.
"Oh, Jake!"
And then she was in my arms and things were on their way to
getting a lot better, fast.
I helped her clean the kitchen and make some coffee. We
talked as we worked. I apologized and I told her everything that
had happened and why I did what I did. I even told her that I
had been a virgin.
"Jake, if you hadn't been such a bastard to me, doing what
you did, I'd almost feel sorry for you. She used you to hurt her
boyfriend and if you hadn't let your penis do your thinking for
you, you would have seen what was going on. How could you be so
dumb?"
"I think you just answered that question. I let the wrong
head make the wrong decision!" I smiled a weak smile.
"Cute. Are you trying to charm your way back into my life?"
"Will it work? I've missed you terribly, Penny."
"And I've missed you. But I'm still pissed at you. So
pissed, I'd like to smack you. I still can't believe you'd do
that with another girl!"
We sat at the kitchen table, eating her still-warm
chocolate-chip cookies, and talked and talked. She was angry and
she let me know it. I knew I deserved it, and as I listened to
her, I just kept hoping we could get back to where we were before
the picnic. When the coffee was gone, we moved to the sofa.
I leaned down to kiss her.
"No. I'm not done being mad at you, Jake. You really hurt
me."
Part of me felt like a scolded child and was getting tired
of being yelled at. That part of me wanted it over so we could
move on. The other part of me could see the tremendously hurtful
thing I had done to Penny. As I listened I shuddered, thinking
how I would feel if she had done the same to me. I stood up and
reached for her hand.
"I'd better go, Penny. I've listened to everything you've
said and I can't argue with any of it. But, I can't go back and
undo any of it. All I can do is tell you how sincerely sorry I
am and promise that it will never, never happen again as long as
we are together. You have my number and if and when you're
ready, you can call me and we can talk. I want to get back
together, Penny, but if we can't, I'll understand."
She stood up and followed me to the door. We hugged and I
kissed her forehead, her cheeks. She patted my cheek a few
times, and then she slapped me -- I mean she really hauled off
and slapped me!
I think we were both surprised.
"Oh, Jake! I'm so, so sorry! I didn't mean to do that!
Honest!"
"`S okay. I deserved it. I'll be waiting to hear from
you."
"What, you expect me to sit home ANOTHER summer night? Oh,
no, mister, you don't get off that easily. Do you work
tomorrow?"
"Yeah, but I'm done at six." I liked where this
conversation was going.
"Take me to a movie?"
"Sure! There's a Clint Eastwood at the Lincoln."
"No, Jake. Not a drive-in. I want to go to a real theater,
where we walk in, sit down and watch a movie with no guns in it,
in air-conditioned comfort and eat a big bucket of buttered
popcorn. And we keep our clothes on longer than the coming
attractions!" She was having trouble not laughing, and looking
so pretty doing it.
"Geeze, you drive a hard bargain, girl. But it's a deal."
My ear was ringing and my cheek was on fire from the slap, but I
was smiling.
"You know? I really do feel better now. Maybe I did mean
to slap you!"
I rubbed my cheek and shook my head, "You had your one swing
at me, Penny. I don't think I'll be giving you reason to take
another."
I leaned down to kiss her and her lips met mine and parted
and our tongues touched. Things were getting better fast.
*
Chapter 8
******* *
We went to the movies that next night, and many other
nights. It wasn't long before things settled down and we found
ourselves parked for hours on the dark lovers' lanes.
The Summer passed quickly and we were back in school all too
soon. My sideburns and hair were a little longer, and I was
sporting the beginning of a droopy moustache.
My sex life with Penny returned to where it had been, but
not an inch farther. Everything covered by that '60's
abomination of a chastity belt -- the pantigirdle -- was still
off limits. I'd like to say that I was content; that I was a
gentleman; that I was respectful of Penny's decision -- but I
wasn't. Every time we were alone I begged and pleaded and
cajoled; I badgered, and pressured and argued; I was relentless.
And, through it all, Penny remained firm. As I felt sorry for
myself for still not getting laid, I was telling myself to stop
whining because Penny's blow-jobs were frequent and exquisite.
So it went, date after date after date.
Penny was in her Senior year in high school and got very
busy on the school newspaper and yearbook. I was working almost
thirty hours a week and carrying eighteen credits and trying to
bring my grades up. Friday nights were spent working in the
store and then going out with the guys to parties and beer-nights
and Frat open houses. Saturday nights were dates with Penny.
The days and nights flew by. I went to my first anti-war
demonstration in September and another in October. For
Christmas, I bought Penny a cheap pearl ring -- and we were
officially "going steady." January brought a report card even my
parents were happy with. April was another demonstration, this
time in Washington, D.C. May was the end of my sophomore year in
college, with an even better accum -- I was finally getting the
hang of this college thing.
Penny and I were getting along great, but we were deep in a
routine. We mostly saw each other only on Saturday nights --
sometimes a party in Vince's basement, sometimes a Frat party,
sometimes a movie, but always ending the date by parking
somewhere and enjoying each other's young body. The kissing and
touching were great; the blow-jobs fantastic, but we were a
long-term couple, going "steady." I was young and filled with
dreams (many of them erotic!) and being "settled down" so soon,
even with someone as sweet and charming as Penny, wasn't what I
had in mind for me at nineteen years old.
There were Friday nights at a stag dance or a Frat house
when I would find myself kissing and feeling another girl in my
arms as we danced a slow dance. Sometimes we would find a chair
or sofa and the petting would become heavy. I told myself I was
nineteen years old and a healthy, horny male. I even argued with
myself that I was justified because Penny and I weren't fucking.
But no matter who the girl was, I always stopped myself in time
-- before the point where I knew I would feel too guilty to face
Penny again. Sometimes the girls were surprised, giving me their
phone numbers because I was such a "gentleman," and sometimes
they were pissed, calling me every name from "fag" to "eunuch."
I wanted to -- oh, how I wanted to -- but I didn't. The girl I
most wanted to make love with was my sweet Penny.
But, oh those temptations!
* * *
One of those temptations came from the unlikeliest of
people. It happened during the second Summer Penny and I were
dating...
It was August. Hot and muggy when I walked out of the store
after my shift ended at 6 p.m. Instead of going home and then
back to Penny's, it was easier to just go to Penny's. Besides,
Penny's mother was a much better cook than mine was and I could
always grub a good meal there.
As I pulled up in front of Penny's house I couldn't remember
if she was working until 10 p.m. that night, or the next night.
It didn't matter, I'd just watch some TV and wait.
Diane opened the door to my knock. She was in a wet bathing
suit and holding a blender full of something white and frothy.
Her pretty face was a little flushed. I made a gallant effort to
look into her eyes and not check out her body.
"Oh, hello, Jake."
"Hi, Diane. Is Penny home?"
"No. She's working late tonight."
"Oh. Well, sorry to disturb you." I turned on the step.
"Ah, Jake?"
I turned around.
"Um, I was just going to jump back into the pool and sip on
a Pina Colada... um... and I have a whole pitcher. You, ah, you
could wait in the pool for Penny to get home. If you want, that
is! Ah, do you have a suit here?"
I didn't quite know what to say. Over the time I had been
dating Penny, my relationship with Diane had softened somewhat,
but was still formal and distant. Yet, here she was offering to
share both the pool and a drink with me. She was obviously
having a difficult time inviting me, and I didn't want to do
anything to piss her off and re-establish the Berlin Wall in the
family.
"Sure, I have a suit here. And I've never had a Pina
Colada, before."
Diane giggled (something I had never seen her do before) and
held a finger up to her lips, "Shh... Don't tell anybody, but
this is my second pitcher. I'm getting snockered!"
When I got out to the pool Diane was already in it, sipping
her drink from a plastic pineapple. The pool was one of those
above-ground rings, between four and five feet deep with a deck
built around it. I draped my towel over the railing and slid
into the water, so as not to splash her. I vowed to be on my
best behavior.
Diane held out another pineapple and I walked over to her.
"I know Richard's away with the Reserves for the weekend.
Where's your mom and dad?"
"One of dad's old partners is having a big retirement party.
They will be out late. So, how do you like your first Pina
Colada?"
"Not bad. A little on the sweet side for me, but I like how
you can taste the rum."
Diane laughed. "That's because I made them too strong! I
can only drink so much of the fruit stuff." And then she laughed
again.
"You have a great laugh, Diane. You should do it more
often."
The humor dropped away from her face and she looked at me
with a very serious face. "What do I have to laugh about, Jake?"
I didn't like the mood shifting so suddenly. Diane had
obviously been drinking for a while and I still had at least
three hours before Penny arrived to rescue me.
"C'mon, Diane, you have the world licked. You're young and
beautiful, the apple of your parents' eyes. You've got a great
job, a lot of friends, a Mustang, and, oh yeah, you're marrying
Richard in about a month."
"It's all bullshit, Jake."
That was a word I had never heard her use before.
She poured more in each of our pineapples and she took a big
gulp of hers. "It's bullshit, Jake. I'm the apple of my
parents' eyes because I've always been exactly what they wanted
me to be. I was the firstborn and blazed a trail of good little
girl, good little student, good little daughter.
"You think I have a great job? Ha! I hate it. I have to
paint a smile on my face before I go in every morning and I have
to make sure it stays there all day. It doesn't matter if a
client is a bitch, or a file is lost, or my typewriter breaks, or
one of the partners is horny and tries to throw me across his
desk and get into my panties!"
I was stunned at this outburst. First, because Diane was
saying these things, and, second, because she was saying them to
me.
She chugged the rest of her drink and leaned against me,
draping her bent left arm on my right shoulder. "Friends! My
friends love me because I do anything for them and never ask for
anything back! And Richard... He saw me at the office with my
painted-on smile. I saw the man my parents would want me to
marry. I'm going to marry him in a month and you and I both know
what my life will be like after that.
"Why do I always have to be so perfect, Jake? Why can't I
do something for me?"
"Well, if it's any consolation, I don't think you're
perfect, Diane."
She looked at me closely. I couldn't keep the corners of my
mouth from turning up.
We both burst out laughing. It was a good laugh and a good
moment.
"Well, who cares about what you think, Jake? You're a bad
boy. You don't take anything seriously, and nobody intimidates
you, and you don't care what other people think about you."
"Hmmm, I'm not like that."
"Of course you are! And, of course, those are the reasons
everybody likes you."
"That's not true, Diane. You don't like me. And while I
think about it, you intimidate me."
"Oh, I like you, Jake, it's just that a good girl like me
shouldn't like a bad, disrespectful boy like you."
"You don't always have to be so good, Diane."
"I can't help myself, Jake. That's what I'm talking about,
here. Shit, I'm still a virgin! Even my little sister can't say
that!"
"I can guarantee she can still say that, Diane."
She stared up into my eyes. "Really? I'm surprised. I see
the two of you together... the way you look at each other, touch
each other, smile to each other. Penny's still a virgin? Hmm...
you must be more of a gentleman than I thought."
"Don't give me too much credit for that fact."
"Hmmm... Okay, how about you, Jake, are you still a virgin?"
She paused.
I didn't say anything.
"I didn't think so, Jake. You have that confident,
non-virgin male swagger, and you're so damned cute."
Diane dipped under the water and pushed herself to the other
side of the small pool and back again. When she touched the side
it was with an arm on each side of me. She stood up and she was
pressing against me. I could feel the heat of her breath as she
spoke to me.
"I just turned twenty-two, and I'm about to be married and
all I want to be, right now -- right this minute! -- is bad. I
want to do something *BAD*, Jake."
A vision of the two of us, naked and locked together,
screwing in the water flashed through my mind. I had a hard time
swallowing. "Aaa... Like what, Diane? What would be something
bad?"
"Let's skinny dip! Have you and Penny ever skinny-dipped
out here, Jake?"
"No--"
"Don't lie to me, tonight, Jake. Not tonight."
I grinned. "Okay, no lies. Yes, we have skinny-dipped in
the pool. But it was darker."
Diane nodded. "I thought so. I just knew it." She reached
up and lowered the straps of her bathing suit. She crouched in
the water and then waved her wet suit in her hand. She smiled a
brazen smile at me as she threw the suit onto the deck where it
splatted. "Your turn, Jake-boy!"
Even though I could only see her shadowed form moving
beneath the water I had a hard-on. "I don't need to be bad,
Diane. And I've already skinny-dipped. This is about you being
bad."
"Oh, nonono! If I'm nekked, you're nekked, too! Remember,
I intimidate you."
* * *
My wet suit soon joined hers on the deck.
We drank the rest of the Pina Coladas and paddled around the
pool, talking a little about nothing in particular. As far as
seeing Diane "nekked," I was disappointed. I didn't venture too
close to her and she stayed neck deep in the water. It didn't
matter to my dick, though, I still had my erection.
"Y'know, Jake, this will probably be the only time in my
life I'll ever skinny-dip."
"You don't know that. Richard might like to try it."
Diane walked over to me and stood right in front of me,
looking me straight in the eyes, "You don't believe that, do you,
Jake?"
I shook my head. I was thinking `no fuckin' way!'
"What do you think about Richard?"
"Why are you asking me? I'm not going to marry him. You
love him, so I would imagine he's a nice guy."
"But...?"
"I don't have any `but,' Diane."
Diane stepped closer to me. As she placed her arms around
my neck I could feel her breasts press into my chest. Her
nipples felt like a cat's claws scraping against my skin. My
erection was between her legs and she trapped it there with her
firm thighs.
"I want to know what you really think about my fiancee,
Jake. Tell me how you would describe him to a friend -- and
remember, no lies tonight."
My arms were wrapped around Diane's waist. Her breasts were
full and firm against my chest. I could feel her pussy hair
rubbing against my cock. I wasn't exactly in the mood to discuss
Richard at that moment.
Diane dropped a hand into the water and I felt her fingers
curl around my hard shaft. "C'mon, Jake. Please tell me."
I could feel both of our hearts beating. My breathing was
getting deeper and deeper. My hand slowly reached up to cup her
breast and surround a nipple with two fingers. Diane moaned her
breath into my mouth.
"Make love to me, Jake!"
God, how I wanted to! Here we were, alone, both naked and
ready to rut. There wasn't anything I wanted more!
Instead, I moved my hand away from her breast, and I hugged
her close to me. [I know, it even surprised me.]
"Diane, tomorrow you'll be sober. Hung-over, but sober.
And in addition to hating yourself, you'll especially hate me.
You may even hate Penny on general principles. Besides, you got
this far, you only have a month to go. Won't you feel better on
your wedding night if you don't do something silly tonight?"
Diane didn't move. Slowly, as she looked at me wide-eyed,
she released my prick and her breathing began to calm. Finally
she nodded and reached for her bathingsuit and began putting it
back on. "Geeze, Jake, I never expected you to make so much
sense. But I'll be honest and tell you that right now I'm more
than a little disappointed that you're being so nice."
When she finished pulling her suit up and fixed her straps,
she stepped in close to me and kissed me.
It wasn't just a kiss. It was a KISS! One that got me
wondering if I made the wrong decision about making love with
her. It was deep and passionate and hot. Her tongue filled my
mouth, her arms held me tight. I responded and pulled her even
closer. I could feel my toes curl and I thought there was a good
chance my hair was curling, too. My erection was pressed against
her tummy. She didn't pull away. I wondered if Richard had ever
kissed THIS Diane.
Finally, the kiss ended. I have no idea how long it lasted.
She held my face in her hands. "G'night, Jake. I'm going to
take a handful of aspirins and go to bed. Thanks for keeping me
company. And thanks for..."
She didn't have to finish. I nodded and smiled. "It's
okay. I had fun, too. But you still intimidate me."
I watched her lithe body as she climbed out of the pool.
"Diane."
She stopped and looked down at me.
"I would describe Richard as that one guy in a million that
would step out of the shower to take a piss."
She stood and looked at me for a few seconds. Finally she
nodded. "That's a good answer, Jake." And then she walked to
the house.
It seemed like a long, lonely wait until Penny got home and
joined me in the pool.
*
A little over a month later, at Diane's and Richard's
wedding reception, Diane pulled me into a corner and whispered to
me. "You know that thing that I still was in the pool that
night, Jake?"
After I wound my way through the sentence, I smiled and
nodded. "Tonight's the night, Diane."
Diane giggled and shook her head. "Nope. Richard and I
decided not to wait. We did it last weekend! What do you think
of that?"
I hugged her close to me and thought about us touching and
pressing our naked bodies together in the pool. I was happy for
her but more than a little sorry at my loss. I shook my finger
at her and said, "I think you're a very, very bad girl, Diane!"
She laughed and walked back to the crowd, beaming like the
beautiful bride she was.
*
Chapter 9
******* *
Penny had been accepted to more than a few colleges, but
with her dad being a cop, money was the problem. Her age was
also a problem -- Penny had skipped a year or so in grammar
school, and her parents said she was too young to go away to
college, not turning 17 until December. She got a partial
scholarship to the big state university, downtown, and decided to
commute. I was glad she was staying in town -- naively, I hadn't
really thought about us being separated.
At the end of August, Penny had to attend a ten-day
orientation, staying in a dorm on campus. Except for the time
after the infamous picnic, we hadn't been apart from each other
for that long and neither one of us was too thrilled about the
separation. Even worse, in a time before cell-phones and beepers
and e-mail, we couldn't count on talking on the phone. She was
going to be busy and my work schedule varied. I drove her to the
campus on a Sunday afternoon and I knew I wouldn't see her again
until two Wednesdays later.
It was a long ten days.
Her father picked her up and brought her home on that second
Wednesday. I was invited to Penny's house for dinner. What I
really wanted was to grab Penny and the two of us disappear
somewhere to have a "real" reunion! But I went to dinner,
telling myself to be patient. Patient.
I had moped through the ten days and imagined Penny doing
the same thing; but, over dinner, I was disappointed to hear what
a great time she had had. It hadn't been all work -- they had
had cook-outs and games, dances and socials. She talked a lot
about Debbie, her roommate for the orientation, and a guy named
Carl, one of the "orientation counselors." Penny had met a lot
of new people, both guys and girls -- guys she would be going to
school with in a few weeks.
For the first time since I started dating Penny, I realized
that there just might be some competition. I knew it was
snobbish and immature, but I hadn't given her high school
classmates a second thought, but now she was in college. That
other guys would find Penny attractive I had no doubt; but, the
thought that she would find other guys attractive was a real
wake-up call for me.
I couldn't get her away from her family. Dinner turned into
coffee and dessert, and then just coffee. As the conversation
dragged on and on, it was obvious Penny was tired. She had
already mentioned that everyone had stayed up late the night
before. By ten-thirty, the dishes were done, I could feel the
caffeine humming in my brain, and Penny was falling asleep at the
table. As much as I hated leaving, I kissed her good-night and
we made a date for the next night.
The next night I set a land speed record between Penny's
house and the closest lovers' lane. It had been almost two weeks
since I had held Penny and to say I was horny for her was a true
understatement.
We parked and jumped into the back seat. In seconds, we
were kissing and I was tugging Penny's tie-dyed t-shirt over her
head. Her magnificent breasts were naked under the cotton.
"Um, no bra! I thought you looked wonderfully jiggley."
Penny opened my shorts and pulled my zipper down. "I
haven't worn a bra in almost two weeks. Debbie said I didn't
need one -- even though I just barely passed the pencil test.
None of the girls wore them at school."
Immediately I was regretting going to an all-male Catholic
college! "What did your folks say?" My mouth followed my
fingers and I gently sucked a nipple between my teeth.
"Ummmm... My mom didn't say much. My father called it a
`god-damn hippie thing,' and then ignored it.
I lifted my face away, "I didn't ignore it. I noticed it
last night, too."
"Ummmm... I missed you, Jake. Some of the girls said not
wearing a bra showed freedom and liberation from male-established
female roles, but Debbie just said it was sexier. Do you think
it's sexier?"
I looked up and smiled, "No, I agree with the political
statement. In fact, I think to be truly free and liberated,
women should march proudly naked!"
"Oh, you phony!"
As she bent over to take my cock into her mouth, she looked
up and smiled, "I think it's sexier. I feel sexier, anyway."
As Penny sucked and licked me, I let my hands wander below
her waist. Always trying my luck (especially in the summer when
it was too hot for the damned pantigirdle), my hand moved gently
until it was between her legs and pressing against her pussy. To
my surprise, instead of pushing my hand away as usual, Penny
relaxed her legs even more and moaned around my dick.
Taking full advantage of this sudden change in attitude, I
moved my hand up to undo her shorts and slid my hand under the
waistband of her silky panties. Still not receiving any
objections, my hand was soon brushing through Penny's soft pussy
hairs and my finger was soon finding her slippery clit.
From Penny's reaction, it was obvious that I had hit the
magic button. She was breathing loudly and moaning around my
cock. When I slid my hand further and inserted a finger inside
her, brushing her clit with my thumb, she was lost in her
pleasure. She released my dick and laid in my arms as I fingered
her. In only a few seconds more, she was coming loudly, writhing
and twisting, holding my arm tightly.
When she was done and recovering, she opened her eyes and
smiled, "Umm, that was good!"
"I'm glad."
"Now, let me finish you." And she did.
* * * * *
Later, we sat, listening to the music, smoking and talking.
Penny told me about some of the people she met at orientation and
some of the stuff that went on that she couldn't tell across the
dinner table. One of the early highlights had been what she
called "The Parade of Penises." Apparently, the guys and girls
had been placed in separate wings of a big residence hall. She
said from the first night on the guys were at the windows
throwing bare-assed moons and wagging their dicks at the girls
across the twenty feet separating the dorms.
"I know you didn't look, Penny."
"Me? No way! I wouldn't do something like that!" Penny
laughed and shook her head. "It really was unbelievable, Jake.
These guys were crazy like that, and then we'd see them at
breakfast the next morning and they'd act like nothing happened!"
"Did any girls moon them back?"
Penny looked at me with an ornery glint in her eyes. "We
all did!"
"You, too?" I was really surprised that Penny participated.
"Sure! You didn't think I'd be the one to chicken out, did
you?"
I popped two more cold beers from the cooler in the trunk
and we took long drinks. Usually, Penny would have one, maybe
two cans, but, tonight, she was already on her fourth and her
speech was slurring a little.
She took another long drink. "The counselors were always
sneaking beer and wine in, and one night during the first
weekend, all the girls got very drunk. We fixed the blinds so
they came down far enough to cover our faces and then we put on
our own parade."
"You showed them your butts?"
"We showed them everything! We called it our `tits, ass and
pussy parade!' The guys tried to guess which tits, ass and pussy
belonged to which girl. I was surprised at how many guys guessed
right about my boobs."
"I'm not surprised. You have the prettiest tits I've ever
seen." Of course I wasn't sure I was thrilled about my steady
girlfriend showing them off to a couple of hundred of her future
male classmates! "Gee, at my college orientation we learned how
to take notes, search the stacks, and locate the chapel."
Penny finished her beer and did a very lady-like burp. She
held the can up, signalling a refill. "Well, my orientation was
a lot more fun than yours."
"So I'm hearing."
* * * * *
A little later we were making out again. We were both nude
in the backseat -- a first for us -- and my finger was probing
Penny, again. While I was kissing and licking and sucking
Penny's hard nipples, she began pushing down on my shoulders.
Could she mean what I hoped she meant?
I began kissing my way down her stomach and down into her
pubic hair. Instead of protesting, she spread her legs and I was
soon sucking on her clit and she was soon coming. She came like
I had never witnessed her come before -- long and loud and out of
control. It was impressive. I started to move my body up
between her legs, to position my dick at her opening, but she
pressed her thighs closed and whispered, "No, Jake."
A few minutes later, as we snuggled together and she was
gently stroking my cock, I asked her what had changed -- why had
she decided to let me get "into her panties."
"I can't tell you," she said as she leaned down to take me
into her mouth.
I stopped her and pulled her back up. "What do you mean you
can't tell me, Penny? Why can't you tell me?"
"I can't. Don't you want me to suck you?"
"Not right now. I'd rather you tell me what changed."
She was still stroking me. She nestled her face into my
neck. "I don't want to lie to you, Jake, but you'll get mad if I
tell you."
When she said that, I was pretty sure she was right -- I
probably would get mad, but I still had to hear it.
"Tell me."
"Why?"
"Penny, if something happened, I should know. We can talk
about it and work it out like we did last summer." My erection
was shrinking in her fingers. At that moment, a hundred
different scenarios were flashing through my brain and I knew I
didn't want to talk or work out any of them.
"Are you sure, Jake?"
"I'm sure." I was sure I wasn't sure.
"Alright, here goes. One night, late, Debbie and I are in
our room, talking. There's a real light knock on the door. When
we opened the door, it was two counselors, Carl and Jim."
"Carl? You talked about a Carl last night. He's a grad
student?"
"He's working on his PhD in Medieval Mideastern Art."
"Sheese... something useful, huh?"
"Are you gonna let me tell you?"
"Yeah. Sorry."
"Okay. Well, Debbie invited them in and shut the door. She
and Jim had a bad case of the hots for each other, so she was
real happy to see him. The guys each had a bottle of Mateus wine
and some joints."
What I was hearing was so unreal, I was ready for the
Cheshire Cat and the Queen of Hearts to jump on the hood of my
fucking car! "You smoked pot?!"
"Jake!"
"Okay, okay." Not that Penny knew, but I had tried pot on
several occasions. But every time I tried it, everyone else in
the room was grooving on it, talking about what "good shit" it
was. And me? I was feeling nauseous and sleepy. Booze remained
my drug of choice.
"So we turned the radio up, smoked the pot and drank the
wine and talked. We talked and talked."
"About what? Sex?"
"Sure, we talked about sex, but we talked about the idea of
god, and the universe and, and, just about everything. I never
felt like that before, Jake. It was so cool!"
Penny hadn't stopped stroking my cock, and in her warm, soft
hand it was regaining its erection as I listened to her.
"Let me guess, Penny, you did more than talk."
"Well, yeah, we did. I didn't mean for anything to happen,
Jake. Honest. Debbie and Jim moved over to her bed and it was
obvious what they were doing. Before I realized what was
happening, Carl and I were kissing. It was nice. He was gentle.
I was really buzzed, and I guess the pot had made me really
horny. I only had a nightie on and soon that was gone. I don't
remember him getting naked, but he was and we were on the bed."
"How old is this dude?"
"Twenty-six or seven. Why?"
"Go on, Penny. I want to hear the rest."
"Anyway, everything he did felt good and he kept doing even
better things, things like we did tonight. At the end, he tried
to do what you tried and I stopped him. I told him I was a
virgin and he said he respected me for that and he stopped."
"And that's it? He just stopped, got dressed and left?"
"Well, no. I wanted to be fair."
"Fair?!"
"You know."
"No, I don't know, Penny. What was `fair' for Carl?"
"You know, Jake."
And she stopped stroking me and lowered her hot mouth over
my cock. God, she had blown him! That twenty-seven year old
fucking grad student motherfucker had his cock sucked by my
sixteen-year-old girlfriend! Just as I felt the anger rising in
me, the result of what Penny had been doing to me had it's
inevitable physical outcome.
By the time she had swallowed my cum and licked my dick
clean, I was furious. "When did this happen, Penny? Was it the
night before you came home, the night you stayed up late?"
Penny shook her head and looked down at the floor.
"Oh, shit, Penny! It happened more than once, didn't it?"
She nodded.
"How many times? How many nights did you drink wine, smoke
dope and blow another guy?"
"Nine." It was a tiny whisper.
"Nine?! You were only there ten! We better get dressed."
We were quiet as we dressed and I drove her home. In front
of her house she looked at me. She was crying.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, Jake."
"What did you think it would do, Penny? I made one mistake,
one time, and remember how it hurt you last year. You had a
fucking affair with this bastard!"
"I'm sorry."
"Are you sure you're still a virgin?"
"Of course I'm sure! He tried to do it every night, but I
held out. By the end of orientation, he said I was hung up on my
virginity and that it was a symbol of my acceptance of the white,
middle-class, artificial value system. But I held out, Jake."
"Do you love him, Penny?"
"No!"
"If you do, tell me. You're going to be going to school
with him and all..."
"No, I don't love him, Jake. One of the things we talked
about was having sex just to have sex -- `free love' -- no
commitment, no guilt, just enjoying the moment. It seemed so
sane and logical and modern when he talked about it."
"Oh, Penny. That's all hippie horseshit to get girls into
bed. Most of the hippie guys that go to demonstrations couldn't
give a shit about the war or civil rights -- they go to score
some dope and get laid. Carl said 'no guilt.' Are you feeling
'no guilt,' right now?"
"Since I got home I tried to convince myself that I wasn't
feeling guilty, but I do!"
"Yeah, I know the feeling, Penny. I better get home."
"Aren't you coming in?"
"Not tonight."
Penny got out of the car and leaned in the window, "Call me
tomorrow?"
"Sure."
I pulled away from the curb. If my old Chevy had been up to
it, I would have left fifty feet of rubber behind me.
* * *
Find a Penny... (Reminiscing)
Part 3
by J. BOSWELL
(J.Boswell@usa.net)
(c) Copyright July 1997 and November 1998 by J BOSWELL, all
rights, except those explicitly detailed below, ARE RESERVED
BY THE AUTHOR. Electronic distribution (as a text file on
an "adults only" site) is permitted without alteration, but
inclusion in any type of "publication" offered for sale
(eg., book, magazine, CD-ROM, etc.), or "subscription-only"
sites requires the author's explicit permission.
WARNING: This work of fiction is intended to be read by adults
only. The author has uploaded it only to "Adults, only"
sites, and requests that you exercise the same
discretion. Also, this is fiction -- in real life,
please protect your lover and yourself by practicing
safe sex.
*
Part Three of Five
*
Chapter 10
******* **
*
There was no fucking way I was ever going to call Penny
again! Never, never, never!
I was pissed. Royally, deeply, hotly pissed. And hurt. I
couldn't believe that Penny went away to that fucking orientation
session one person and returned quite another.
I kept thinking of Penny (my Penny!), naked, her nipples
wrinkled and hard, her thighs spread open, in bed with this
27-year-old, fake-hippie, professional-student, jail-baiter.
I couldn't sleep. I wasn't hungry. I didn't even want a
drink. I laid in bed and wondered over and over: `Is this it for
Penny and me? Are we still a couple?' I didn't know the
answers.
Fuckin' Carl! Too fucking old to be picking on a
sixteen-year-old, soon-to-be-freshmen. Getting Penny stoned and
drunk. Seeing her completely naked. Filling his hands with her
firm, young breasts. Kissing and licking her hard nipples.
Doing things with her before I did them with her.
Eating her!
Goddammit!
And Penny! She was certainly a willing participant. She
didn't blame Carl for what he did. She had been there every
night, she knew what was going on. She was enjoying her guilt-
free sex. If she had felt bad about it, she could have stopped
after the first time. She laid there night after night, sweaty
and naked, with him licking her pussy. Then she went down on
him, filling her mouth with his hard cock and his hot spunk.
ARGH! I was driving myself crazy.
For the first time, Penny had been away from home and away
from me and, all of a sudden, she was a real college student. I
guess she was beginning to feel curious and experimental and sexy
and newly independent -- going without her bra -- and maybe she
was feeling like a woman for the first time, instead of just a
a daughter, a sister, or a girlfriend.
Wait a minute! What was I doing, making excuses for Penny?
Or was I really beginning to get what was going on with the two
of us?
Worse, something else was tugging at me. I was beginning to
realize what I felt for Penny. Like a shot to the gut, I
realized that I truly loved her and didn't want to stop seeing
her, no matter what had gone on in that fucking dorm room. I
wasn't forgiving her -- I didn't feel that I was entitled to
forgive her -- I was `accepting' what had gone on.
Here we were, two healthy, lusty teens -- young adults --
overflowing with hormones. We were happy together. We loved
each other. We had unbelievable sex together. But I was
beginning to see that we were just a part of a big world out
there. Penny was a sexy young woman who loved sex and, until
that week, had only tried it with me. Maybe experimentation was
natural. I had had my fling and I had danced with other girls;
and, now, Penny was doing her own dancing. It was part of who
and where we were, part of growing up.
Neither one of us was interested in getting married at that
moment. Hell, if we did get married, it was years away. Penny
was still 16 and I was 19. I still had two years of college and
Penny hadn't even started, yet. Would we stay monogamous for
five or six more years -- until we were both out of college and
starting careers? *COULD* we stay monogamous for that long? We
hadn't so far. If we stayed together, incidents were going to
happen during those years -- and not all of them would be good
things for us as a couple.
Was I adopting motherfucking Carl's "free love" philosophy?
No, I didn't think so. Sure, I'd like to bang every eligible
woman on the planet with no guilt and no ramifications; but, I
wouldn't enjoy Penny having the same freedom to fuck
indiscriminately. And what's fair is fair -- if I didn't want
her to do it, I wouldn't do it, either. Or, at least I'd try.
What was I thinking?
I wasn't sure -- it was three o'clock in the fucking
morning. I just knew that if Penny and I continued to date -- to
go steady -- for a long time, "situations" were bound to occur.
I had had one, and now Penny had had one (okay, nine!), too. I
had wanted her to forgive me and move on, and now I had to do the
same -- move on.
I finally fell asleep at 4 a.m.
When I woke at 11 the next morning, I crawled to the phone
and called Penny.
* * * * *
Five weeks later, her parents were out of town for the
night, and her sister had gotten married and moved out, so we had
the house to ourselves. Penny had baked a couple of potatoes and
cooked steaks on the grill. I showed up with a six-pack of beer
and a fifth of ginger brandy. Later, when the dishes were done
and the beer was gone, and the brandy had taken a major hit, we
made our way up to Penny's bedroom.
We had talked about it. We knew what was going to happen.
We were in no hurry. There was no rush. We undressed each other
while we kissed and fondled. When we were naked, I worshipped
Penny's beautiful breasts with my hands and mouth and tongue.
Her hands caressed my neck and shoulders and chest and back. It
was so quiet and we were so relaxed with each other.
This was the first time I experienced the comfort of having
sex in a bed and was enjoying it when, for the briefest instant,
I had a flash of Penny and her old friend, Carl, in her dorm room
bed. `Move on, Jake,' I quickly told myself.
My mouth worked its way down across her stomach, into her
pubic hair. It was dark, soft and curly, and smelled of soap.
Her hands held me there through her first orgasm of the night.
I was on my back while Penny kissed and sucked my flesh --
my lips, my ears, my neck, my nipples, my thighs, my cock. I
wanted to stop Penny before I came like that. I wanted to. It
felt so good as I exploded and she sucked my cum from my dick.
We cuddled. We talked and touched and murmured. We
snuggled. Penny giggled when she felt life returning to my
penis. She put a towel under us on the bed, and then rubbed a
tiny bit of Vaseline on her hand and began stroking me back to
full length. My exploring fingers confirmed she was warm and
moist. It was the moment.
"Rubber?" I asked.
She shook her head, "Not tonight."
I was over her, my hips between her spread thighs. I could
feel her heat.
"You know I love you, don't you?"
She smiled. "And I love you, Jake."
Her fingers guided me between her pussy-lips. My cock
spread them open as I slowly pressed down. Penny was moaning
with pleasure.
"Tell me if it hurts."
"More," she said.
I gave her more. Slowly. Slowly. Until I was in. I
hesitated, savoring the pleasure, but our hips took over,
grinding against each other and pulling away from each other. I
was pumping in and out -- deep, long strokes. I felt fantastic.
"Oh, God! Why did I wait so long?" Penny cried. And then
she was coming. Coming stronger and longer than I had ever seen
her come. Her nails scraped my back, her legs crushed me, her
hips bounced and her cunt spasmed.
I was gone, too. Caught up in the whole experience, I began
my cum, filling Penny's cunt for the first time.
Don't ask me how long that "little death" lasted -- I
couldn't even guess. Our bodies were sweaty and slippery as we
rubbed against each other. A drop of sweat fell from my chin and
splashed on Penny's neck. I rolled off and as I did, my slimy
cock slid out of its warm hole.
Penny smiled at me, "Boy, I didn't want that to end!"
"Me either. But, we can do it again!"
She glanced down at my soft cock. "How soon, stud?"
I shrugged.
"Well, the least I can do is clean you up."
I thought she was getting up to get a washcloth, but,
instead, she moved down and took my dick in her mouth, sucking
and licking our combined juices from my flesh. It felt
wonderful.
Later, still naked in her bed, enjoying a cigarette and
another brandy, we talked about what wonderful lovers we were.
After a short nap, we made love again. And before dawn,
again, the two of us on our knees, me behind Penny, slamming my
hips against her creamy ass as I fucked her doggie-style; she was
moaning so loud with each stroke I was afraid a neighbor would
call the police.
In the shower we soaped each other's body, slipping and
sliding our hands everywhere.
"Any soreness?" I asked as my soapy hands squeezed and slid
off her perfect tits.
"Mmmmm... I like that! Well, my pussy knows that its been
fucked."
"I meant even the first time. I thought there'd be pain and
bleeding."
"Me, too," she said as her soapy hands cupped my balls and
slid along my hardening cock. "Here I am holding out so long,
preserving my virginity like some Jane Austin heroine, and I may
have already lost it riding horseback or playing field hockey.
What a waste of good screwing time!"
"So you liked it?"
Penny bent over, under the spray, "Rinse that devil off and
hide it again, Jake!"
* * * * *
Like everything else having to do with sex, Penny
immediately became an enthusiastic lover. After that first
night, we made love and fucked each other every opportunity we
had. We fucked lying down, standing up, bent over, kneeling,
sitting. In the house, behind the house, on top of the house, in
Penny's bedroom, in my bedroom, in the basement, on steps, in the
woods, on golf courses -- everywhere. Over the next few weeks, I
thought I could write a new sex manual called "CARma-Sutra"
because we had tried out about a hundred and one positions in,
on, and under a car.
I thought I was going to have to get a second job just to
afford condoms!
*
Chapter 11
******* **
*
"Oh blah di, oh blah da...
Life goes on." (Lennon & McCartney)
*
Dating Penny, going to school, partying, working, drinking,
road trips, protesting the war, hanging-out... life was full and
fun. A lot was happening, in my life and in the country.
Friends were going off to Viet Nam and to Canada. I was beaten
and arrested at a "Peace" Rally in Washington. My hair and
sideburns were getting longer and I wasn't wearing a button-down,
oxford shirt to school anymore.
After a pregnancy scare, we abandoned the rhythm and condom
method of birth control and Penny went on the pill. Like the
music playing on the radio, the sex kept getting better and
better.
It wouldn't be much of a story if things just stayed where
they were that morning in Penny's shower, and the two of us lived
happily ever after. We had a long way to go and the road wasn't
that smooth.
The first big bump happened that same Fall.
* * * * *
Penny's university was state-run but one of the campus
organizations was the Catholic Student Club. Our crowd of guys
knew a lot of people in the CSC from high school, and we often
went "stag" to the CSC open houses or Friday night dances. Their
beer was always cold and cheap, and those Catholic girls, now so
far away from the protecting nuns, were such fun to be around.
This one Friday night, a crowd of us went to the CSC for a
dance. They had a big townhouse in Frat Row and the dances were
held in the basement -- dark, crowded, hot and loud, it was
perfect.
I was squeezed between two other guys, peeing in the toilet.
When one of them left, the next guy in line squeezed in. It was
Pat Sweeney, an old friend from high school who partied with our
crowd regularly.
"Ahhhh... How's it goin', Jake?"
"Better now, Patrick, me boy. I was about to burst."
"Me, too. Where's Penny? I haven't run into her, yet."
"Penny? She's not with me. Did she say she was going to be
here?"
"Nah. But I saw her and that cute slut she hangs around
with in the parking lot, tonight. I just assumed."
"Who did you see her with, Debbie?"
"Yeah, Debbie. She always looks ready to fuck, doesn't she?
Her reputation is she's fucking her way around campus. Can't
wait for my turn!"
We finished and zipped up and squeezed out the door, past
the line. The music was too loud for much conversation, but I
did find out from Pat that the Frats were all having Rush Week
parties. Just great.
As I was fighting to get near the keg for another beer, I
decided I wanted some air. Outside, it was a beautiful Fall
night in the city. The street was brightly lit and crowded with
kids; and the music from all the Frat houses combined to make a
cacophonous roar of guitars and drums. As I looked at the
townhouses filled with happy, mostly-drunk people, I knew Penny
was there in one of them, and I began to wonder what she was
doing -- especially with Debbie, a proven bad influence.
I started walking up and down the block, looking in the
windows. I knew my search was hopeless. An hour later, cold and
sober, I went into one of the Frat houses to see if I could get a
beer. The place was packed and the bodies were cheek to jowl. I
couldn't get near the bar, even if I knew where it was. The
second house was the same, but the third wasn't as crowded and I
scored a beer.
It was getting late and the crowds were thinning out. I
searched two more houses without luck, but my luck changed at the
next house. The band in the basement was making the first floor
bounce under my feet. I guessed everyone was down there dancing.
I stepped up to a lonely looking keg, pumped out a beer and
looked around. People were either making out or crashing on the
sofas and the floor. In the corner, on the floor, slumped
between a chair and the wall was Debbie Greer, Penny's friend,
passed out.
As I bent over her, it was obvious from the smell that it
wasn't spilled beer down her sweater, she had puked all over
herself. I got my hands under her arms and tried to get her up
off the sticky floor.
"Le'me 'lone!"
"Come on, Debbie. Let me clean you up a little."
She finally got her feet under her and we made it into the
bathroom. I wet my handkerchief and wiped her face.
"Oh, that feels better. I got sick."
"No shit. Here's my hanky, wipe your front off."
Debbie attempted a leer, "You do it, Jake-ee."
"Here, wipe."
She shook her head and started to take her sweater off,
"Gotta rinse it in the sink."
Of course she wasn't wearing a bra. She was the staunch
supporter of not wearing support. She was the girl who told
Penny to forget about all the feminist arguments, that it was
just sexier to go braless. And she had a pair of tits almost to
rival Penny's.
She rinsed her sweater and squeezed the water out of it.
Then she proudly stuck her chest out and handed me my hanky,
"Wipe me off."
I took the hanky and wiped the sticky-looking areas. Debbie
was moaning like we were making love.
"Come on, Debbie, give me a break. I'm looking for Penny.
Where is she?"
Debbie smiled, "I'm right here, right now."
I looked at her unfocused eyes. I handed her her sweater,
"Put this on, will you? You'll catch a cold. Where's Penny?"
"Okay, mister spoilsport! She's having a little fun, so I
thought we could have a little fun, too. You wouldn't be my
first guy tonight. Does that turn you on?"
"What do you mean, `Penny's having a little fun?' Where is
she?"
"You're such a prude, Jake. It's the Sixties -- Eisenhower
isn't president, anymore -- get with it! The last time I saw
your darling, little Penny, she was headed upstairs -- and she
was not alone."
I left Debbie standing there and headed up the steps. The
problem at the top was that there were a lot of doors, all
closed, and I didn't want to open the wrong one and get my head
bashed by a bunch of drunken Frat brothers for invading their
brother's privacy. Maybe I also didn't want to see what Penny
was doing behind one of those closed doors.
I went back downstairs. Debbie was still topless, still
standing in the bathroom, but locked in a kiss with a guy. She
saw me standing there and winked at me as she closed the door. I
had to get out of there before I went crazy.
I stayed outside, leaning on a car, watching the staircase
through the front window. I wanted to leave. I shouldn't have
gone looking for Penny. She didn't interfere with my Friday
nights out and here I was interfering with hers. Only, tonight,
I knew too much to leave. She didn't go upstairs in a Frat house
to inspect the plumbing. I knew what she was doing.
Stay or go? Stay or go? I was still trying to decide when
I saw Penny coming down the steps. She was being helped by two
guys who looked like they played football. Penny was between
them, her feet barely touching the steps, giggling at something
one of them said. They dumped her on the sofa and headed
downstairs. It was obvious she was shit-face-drunk.
I went back in and knelt in front of her. She looked at me
and after a few heartbeats, she started to recognize me. "Hiya,
sweetie! What're you doing here?"
"I came to get you, Penny."
"But I drove."
"Yeah, but you can't drive now, can you?"
She looked serious, thinking that over, "Nope, can't drive,
now."
She could barely stand, and walking was a serious challenge.
I found her car in the nearly empty parking lot and loaded her
into the passenger seat.
"Whoo! These seats are cold! Where are my panties?"
Shit!
"Sorry. I don't have them, Penny. I wish I did."
She giggled. "I guess they're on the wall."
"The wall?"
"Yep, the room I was in -- the whole wall was covered with
panties."
Shit! Shit! Shit!
She slept or passed out most of the way home. I stopped at
a diner and got a couple of coffees to go and parked in our usual
spot on lovers' lane.
"Penny. Penny, wake up."
"'mawake."
"Here's some coffee. I can't take you home like this."
"Hey, where's Debbie?"
"She's okay. She met someone at the Frat house. She'll be
okay."
Penny nodded and sipped her coffee. "She always meets
somebody. She's a tramp, you know."
"I know."
"But she's fun. She just has hot pants for men."
"How about you, Penny?"
"Me? What about me?"
"I saw you coming downstairs tonight."
She giggled, "Oops! Are you mad, Jake?"
"I won't be mad tonight. You're too drunk to argue with."
"Wanna fuck?"
"Do you want to fuck, Penny?"
"We can, but I have to tell you that it'll be a little
messy."
I felt the stab in my chest. "So, you fucked a Frat boy?"
She giggled again and held up three fingers, "Three of them.
I was just dancing with one guy and we went upstairs to talk and
smoke a joint. The joint got me horny and then we started
messing around and another guy came in. Then another one! I
thought they'd be happy with blow-jobs, but they weren't. They
wanted to fuck, too. They were nice, but they wouldn't take `no'
for an answer."
Penny was turning the knife that she had buried in my heart.
I felt tears form in my eyes. I was having trouble swallowing.
I looked at her. She was so drunk. She had been so stupid -- it
could have been a lot worse. I loved her so much.
I put my arm around her and she leaned against me and fell
asleep. We stayed that way a long time, until I drove her home.
I opened the door and she managed to get in her house alright. I
walked to the nearest bus stop and waited. When the bus came it
was empty. It was a long, lonely ride home.
On our date the next night, Penny apologized for "whatever"
happened in the Frat house. I started to ask a few questions,
but she asked me if we could not talk about it ("Ever!") I
agreed. What good would it do to dwell on it? It happened and
it was over. My girlfriend fucked three fratrats at a party --
what was the big deal? As I told myself the last time -- I had
to move on.
Oh, yeah, back at class that next Monday, Debbie told Penny
that I had ripped her sweater off and played with her naked tits
until she shoved me away and a frat guy came to her rescue. What
a bitch!
*
Chapter 12
******* **
*
We were both on our good behavior for a while -- at least as
far as other people were concerned. We were still fucking like
minks every chance we got. Maybe as a result of Penny's night at
the Frat house, we began to spend a lot more time together. On
Friday nights, after I finished at the grocery store, instead of
heading out with my buddies, I'd drive over to Penny's and we'd
make popcorn and play Scrabble until her parents went to bed.
Things settled into a routine. I finished my Junior year
with good marks and Penny finished her Freshman year on the
Dean's List. It was Summer. Penny was working at a department
store and I was working all the hours I could get at the
supermarket.
The store was open until 9p.m. during the week and Saturday
and 10p.m. on Friday. The manager usually scheduled only two
part-timers to work the registers on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
and Saturday. We rotated our nights and usually worked with a
different person each time. The only restriction was that the
manager never scheduled Billy and me to work together -- he
thought we clowned around too much (which we did, but we got the
work done).
It was several weeks into the Summer schedule before I
realized that I was working with this girl, Susan, almost every
night I'm working. I don't mind -- she's a nice girl and does
her share of the work. And she's cute, a really cute redhead,
but young. She was just 16 and going into her Senior year of
high school, also skipping a grade in elementary school. We get
along fine, but we're just co-workers. Or so I thought.
One night, as we're cashing out, she asks me if I can give
her a ride home. It's on the way and I said no problem. The
next night, she needs a ride, again. On the third night we work
together, things change.
As I open the door and she gets in, she gives me a great
flash of her pretty, young thighs. When I get behind the wheel I
notice the hem of her uniform is high up her legs and she's
showing a lot of firm, white flesh. Conversation is normal on
the ride home, but when I go to push a Rolling Stones tape into
the 8-track, she asks if we can listen to the Miracles, instead.
We drive, singing along to Smokey. Outside of her house she asks
if she can stay to hear the end of the song. Then, before she
opens the door, she leans over and gives me a light kiss across
the lips.
"Thanks for the rides, Jake. I really appreciate it."
"No problem, Susan. Anytime."
She gets out and bends over, looking in the window, "See you
tomorrow."
Now I see that she's opened more than a few buttons down the
front of her uniform. She's not as well-endowed as Penny, but
she was still showing the top of a white, lacy bra and a lot of
skin.
Better late than never, the lightbulb goes off in my brain
as I pull away from the curb -- `I think she's flirting with me!'
* * * * *
I can think of a lot of reasons not to let anything develop
-- Penny, Susan's age, dating someone you work with, gossip at
the store, etc. But, at the same time, I can physically feel my
ego being boosted. What guy doesn't like a cute girl coming on
to him? She was young and I was taken, but that didn't stop me
from smiling at Susan every time our eyes met in the store, over
that weekend. I was looking forward to working alone with her on
Monday night.
On Monday night, Susan again asked for a ride home. I had
the Miracles in the tapedeck when the car started, and ten
seconds after we parked in front of her house, we were locked in
each other's arms, with our tongues examining the other's
tonsils. Susan was one hell of a kisser.
True to my Irish-Catholic upbringing, when we broke for some
air, I was already feeling guilty. "Susan, you know I'm dating
Penny, don't you?"
Susan leaned towards me, "Sure, I met her at the parties."
Once a month, or so, somebody's parents went out for the
night, and the teenage employees got together for an impromptu
party. Dates were optional, but I usually brought Penny with me.
Susan softly kissed me on the lips, "I know about Penny,
Jake. What's the big deal?"
I have to admit that, as she pressed her body into mine, I
couldn't come up with an answer to her question.
Each night that week, we parked outside Susan's house and
made-out for an hour or so. I guess because she was so much
younger than me (and I sometimes felt like a dirty old man), I
pretty much kept my hands to myself. I was having fun necking
with her, and I didn't want to push her into anything she didn't
want to do.
It was obviously the wrong approach. The next Monday night
that I drove her home, soon after we started kissing, Susan took
my hand and shoved it into her uniform top. All of a sudden we
were doing a lot more than necking! We started going to the
lovers' lanes after that -- anyplace dark and not crowded.
Susan was as enthusiastic as Penny. Both of us naked in the
backseat, touching and licking and kissing and sucking each
other's sex-sweaty skin. Her breasts were small but, oh, so
firm, with lovely small nipples, perfectly centered. Her pussy
seemed always wet and warm, covered with a thick patch of dark
red hair. Her mouth was hungry for me. Her two rules were: "I'm
not going all the way, yet," and "I can't swallow it, so don't
ask me." They were two rules I had no trouble living with.
* * * * *
As we approached the Fall and school starting up again, it
became obvious that Susan was looking for more from me than I was
willing to give. I reminded her that I was up-front with her
about Penny, but after the nights we had spent steaming up the
car windows for hours, it wasn't a convincing argument. She
wanted someone who would take her out on real dates and I
understood that, but I wasn't the guy for her. We had the
"break-up," with me feeling like shit, holding Susan as she
cried. But after the first week or so, Susan began to warm to me
again, and we continued to work together with no problems. I
even gave her rides home, dropping her off at her door and
receiving a peck on the cheek as she got out of the car. It had
been a great summer fling for me, and, after recalling several of
Penny's adventures, it didn't leave too thick a residue of guilt.
*
Chapter 13
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*
School started and Penny and I were quickly back into our
routine. I had had my little fling with Susan during the Summer,
and as far as I knew, Penny had been on her good behavior, so I
was feeling some guilt. I vowed to behave myself.
Penny was still tight with her friend, Debbie, and we saw
more of each other when school got back in session. Sometimes we
would double-date to the movies or a party. Other times we would
hang out at Penny's or Debbie's house.
Debbie was an incredible irritant to me. She loved getting
on my nerves at every opportunity. It was obvious that she
considered me an anchor around Penny's neck and competition for
Penny's time. She would go out of her way to remind me of how
Penny had carried on with Carl during orientation, or about the
rush party where Penny had her triple-header. What a bitch! I
tried to stay calm around her for Penny's benefit.
And she was a slut. She fucked everything that walked
upright and had a dick. We would give her a ride home from a
party where she had just met a guy, and the two of them would be
going at it in the backseat before all the car doors were closed.
As we drove, we had to listen to Debbie giving orders behind us:
"Fuck me! Yeah, squeeze my tits! Pinch my nipples hard! Fuck
my cunt!" And then her loud climaxes would almost shatter the
windshield.
I had no idea why Penny hung with her, and I don't think she
knew.
Fall Rush Week was approaching, again, and I knew that it
would be an issue with Debbie. I was right.
Debbie was driving Penny crazy about not wanting to go to
the rush parties alone, that they were best friends, that she
(Debbie) was counting on Penny, blah, blah, blah. Penny told me
that after what happened the year before, she wasn't all that
comfortable going, but it was really pissing Debbie off and she
didn't want to let her down and loose her as a friend (don't ask
me why). She decided that if it was all right with me, she would
go with Debbie only on Thursday and Friday nights.
What was I going to say -- `No, you can't go?' Who was I to
put my foot down? I told Penny I trusted her and reminded her
that I wouldn't be there to drive her home, so to go easy on the
booze and pot. I was hoping that if she managed to keep sober
and off the dope, she'd manage to keep her panties, this time.
It seemed like a long time until Saturday night. On the way
to Penny's house, I was convinced that I would be able to tell
from her face if anything happened at the frat parties. I was
wrong. Penny was all smiles and we kissed when we got into the
car, and I still couldn't tell jack-shit.
"So, how were the rush parties?"
"Fine. You don't have anything to worry about, Jake. I
behaved myself. A few kisses and a few little feels, that's all.
All in good fun."
I nodded. I didn't say anything because I didn't want her
to see how relieved I was.
We grabbed a quick burger and then went to a party. With my
luck, Debbie was already there and drinking heavily when we got
there.
"Oh, here's the `couple of the year.'"
"Debbie."
"And I'm happy to see you, too, Jake-ee-poo. You missed a
hot time, loverboy! Your girlfriend was a wild woman! I had to
drag her home, both nights!"
"I'm sure." I knew she was just trying to get my goat.
"Penny told me all about it."
Debbie's eyes snapped open, "She did? I'm surprised!"
Penny rolled her eyes and grabbed my hand, pulling me toward
the bar.
Later that night, as we were dancing to a slow song, I asked
Penny, "So, what didn't you tell me?"
"Nothing, Jake."
"You know Debbie's gonna tell me."
"No, she won't!"
"`No, she won't tell' me what, Penny?"
Penny buried her head in my shoulder. "mumblemumble"
"What?"
She moved her face up to my neck and began nibbling on my
earlobe. "I danced."
Her lips and tongue on my ear felt wet and warm and
promising. "Mmmm... Well, that's no big deal."
"It was a `best tits' contest."
"What?"
"You heard me, Jake. It was late and we had all been
drinking all night. Those guys took one look at Debbie and me
when we walked in and actually threw us up on to the stage with
the other contestants."
"Tell me about it."
Another slow song started and we held each other tightly.
"You would have loved it, Mr. Titman. There were twelve of
us and the band played `The Stripper' over and over and we
stripped and wiggled our tits at the crowd."
"So, you won, right?"
"You're so sweet, Jake. No, but I came in second. I lost
to a natural blonde."
"How do you kn- Oh. You showed more than your tits, huh?"
"Well, it didn't start out like that, but by the third girl,
it was a total strip. Say, is that a gun in your pocket, or are
you just glad to see me?"
I had to admit I was turned on listening to my girlfriend
tell me about stripping naked in front of crowd of fratrats.
"I'm just glad to see you, I guess."
"I know what you mean. Let's sneak into the laundryroom for
a quickie."
We casually opened the door to the back of the basement and
closed the door behind us. Penny stepped over to the washer and
dropped her panties. I had dropped my jeans and shorts and was
ready when she lifted her skirt and she bent over.
"Ohhggg! That feels good, Jake. Do it slow."
"So tell me about the contest." I reached up under her
blouse and filled my hands with her wonderful, second-place tits.
"Oooo... Well, by the time all twelve of us were naked and
the guys had voted, our clothes had disappeared off the stage.
We had to get down in the crowd and find our things. One guy
would have a shoe and you'd have to hug and kiss him and let him
feel you up before he gave it to you. Oh, yeah, honey! That
feels sooo gooood!"
"Go on." It was very sexy fucking in the laundryroom, only
five feet from the party. I was very aroused.
"Oh, you feel sooo hard! Sometimes the article belonged to
you, and sometimes it didn't, so you had to keep going. Some
guys only felt my tits or grabbed my ass, but others were shoving
their fingers up my pussy. They would pour beer on my tits and
lick it off. I was very hot and wet. I wanted to get fucked,
but there were too many guys and nowhere to go. Besides, it was
near out of control and I didn't want that to actually happen, I
was just hot enough to want to do it."
"I know what you mean." I was trying to hold back, but
listening to her story was pushing me over the edge too fast.
"Oh, oh, Baby! I'm cumming!"
"Me, too, Penny!"
* * * * *
On the way home, we stopped at a diner for coffee. The
excitement of sex was over and rational thought was starting to
twist that little jealous switch in my brain.
"You're going to get a reputation, Penny." I was trying to
keep that little whinny tone out of my voice, but I wasn't
succeeding very well.
Penny smiled and reached for my hand across the table, "I
already hang with Debbie, how much worse can my reputation get?"
"Don't you care?"
"About what, Jake? About what a bunch of drunk guys I'll
never date think about me? I don't care about them."
"Why not? Guys you go to school with see you naked more
than I do."
"Jake, stop it. It was just something that was wild and
naughty and seemed like it would be fun. And it was. Don't tell
me you never do something wild when you're out with your friends
and drinking. Why is it different for me?"
"Because, with you, it always seems to involve sex."
"But this wasn't sex."
"Penny, you were naked in front of a hundred guys, shaking
your tits and letting them shove their hands up your pussy.
That's sex!"
Penny pulled me up out of the booth. "Come on, Lover. Pay
the check and come with me and I'll show you what sex really is!"
And she did.
Find a Penny... (Reminiscing)
Part 4
by J. BOSWELL
(J.Boswell@usa.net)
(c) Copyright November, 1998 by J BOSWELL, all rights, except
those explicitly detailed below, ARE RESERVED BY THE AUTHOR.
Electronic distribution (as a text file on an "adults only"
site) is permitted without alteration, but inclusion in any
type of "publication" offered for sale (eg., book, magazine,
CD-ROM, etc.), or "subscription-only" sites requires the
author's explicit permission.
WARNING: This work of fiction is intended to be read by adults
only. The author has uploaded it only to "Adults, only"
sites, and requests that you exercise the same
discretion. Also, this is fiction -- in real life,
please protect your lover and yourself by practicing
safe sex.
*
Part Four of Five
*
Chapter 14
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*
Between the two of us, things subtly changed after that
second `Rush' weekend. Penny and I grew even closer. I think we
had gotten to a stage in the relationship where we both felt
safest and most comfortable being with each other. Other than
classes, she wasn't hanging with Debbie as much. I wasn't going
out with the guys as often. When we did go out to a party, it
was usually with my friends, most of whom were in steady
relationships -- it was usually all couples.
Everything was going smoothly until the holidays approached.
Penny's grandmother was having health problems and her
family decided to visit her in Texas over the holidays. Penny
wanted to see her grandmother but didn't want us to spend
Christmas and New Years apart. Mr. Grant, Penny's father,
graciously invited me along, but I knew better than to ask my
parents if I could spend what was probably my last Christmas
living home away. Besides, I had job interviews and extra hours
at the store scheduled for the whole break. I drove the Grants
to the airport and Penny and I had a slightly tearful scene at
the airport.
Christmas was quiet and Penny and I spoke on the phone. She
was having fun, seeing cousins she hadn't seen in years, but she
said she missed me. I know I missed her.
New Year's Eve was always one of the busiest days at the
store. Everybody is buying food for their parties and the place
is packed from opening to closing. By the time the store finally
closed, I was beat, and with Penny away, I figured I'd sit home
and watch Guy Lombardo on the TV and go to bed early. But when I
got home, there was a message from Vince Capreto -- some of the
old gang was getting together at his house, and I was to come
with or without a date.
I hadn't seen much of Vince over the last couple of years.
Vince's father's strategy had worked -- Vince, after repeating
his sophomore year and toughing out his junior and senior years
in the ritzy prep school, had gotten into Brown. He was an Ivy-
Leaguer, and not working all that hard for decent grades.
The party was fun. College had split up the old high school
crowd and it was great to see some people I hadn't seen in years.
One person who was there was Annette Parker, and she looked
better than ever. A little while after I got there, she stepped
over to me and smiled.
"Well, hello, Jake. Still babysitting your little sister?
I don't see her."
"No, my folks let me out of the house alone, tonight. How
have you been, Annette?"
"Good. I've been good, Jake. You haven't been around much.
I didn't think I was ever going to see you, again. They kick you
out of college, yet?"
"Not yet, but the gig is up in May."
"And then?"
"I guess an all-expense-paid tour of lovely South Viet Nam,
unless I can get into a pair of lace panties for the Draft Board
exam."
Annette smiled that dazzling smile, again, and leaned close,
saying into my ear, "I don't think getting into panties is all
that much of a problem for you."
I wasn't quite sure how she meant that, but since it was
Annette, I thought it best to let it pass. "So, who are you here
with?"
"My boss, the guy in the lime green jacket, over there."
The guy looked like he was fifty years old, but was dressed
like a London teenybopper in wide bellbottoms and a shirt with
big ruffles on the collar and cuffs. "Oh."
"Come on, Jake. It's not that bad. He owns a film
distribution company, downtown. He's showing me the business so
I can be more than a secretary someday. I didn't go to college,
like some people. Well, I better be getting back to him.
Listen, Jake, it's nice to see you, again. Don't leave without a
Happy New Year kiss."
"Sure, Annette. It's always nice to see you." And I meant
that. I watched her walk across the room, her skirt so short I
was convinced I could see the bottoms of her asscheeks just at
the hem.
"What an ass!" Mike O'Donnell had stepped up next to me.
Mike had joined a Fraternity, so we didn't see that much of each
other around campus anymore.
"For sure," I replied. "The rest of her is lookin' pretty
terrific, too."
"Oh, yeah! Still dating Penny, Jake?"
"Sure am, Mike. When you set somebody up with a blind date,
you do a good job. How about you? I heard you're not dating
Terri Allen anymore."
"Nah, but sometimes I miss her. She was one sweet piece of
ass. She went away to school and we didn't last long after that.
I knew how much she liked fucking, and I kept thinking about all
those Boston boys she was probably keeping happy. The best way
is never letting them out of your sight -- there are always
pussy vultures circling. Be glad Penny stayed in town."
"I am, but when I look at Annette in that skirt, even I have
my doubts!"
We laughed and headed for the bar.
* * * * *
Four a.m. and the party was dying. Some people had moved on
to other parties, some had passed out, some had gone somewhere
they could have a little sex. I was tired and feeling sorry for
myself, all alone on New Year's. I was not all that drunk,
sitting in a comfortable chair, deciding whether to let myself
slip off into sleep or drive home.
"How about that New Year's kiss, Jake?"
I must have dozed off for a few minutes, and I was surprised
to open my eyes and see Annette standing in front of me. "Sure,
you wanna come down here, or you want me to come up there?"
Annette sat down on my lap. "I want you to come down here,
Jake. Or are you too asleep or too drunk to understand what I'm
saying to you?"
I was wide awake and stone sober. "Where's your date?"
She nuzzled into my neck, nibbling on my ear, "Passed out
cold, upstairs. As usual."
We kissed for a while. It was nice. The basement was warm
and quiet and we had a dark corner to ourselves.
"You're behaving yourself, Jake. Quit it!"
I began to unbutton Annette's blouse and she helped me.
Soon her flawless breasts were exposed. They were firm and stood
out proudly on her chest. I lowered my mouth to her hard
nipples. She seemed to be enjoying what I was doing.
She pulled away from me and stood up. Her hands slipped up
under her tiny skirt and reappeared rolling her pantyhose down
her legs. She slipped them off her feet and pulled her white
panties from the tangle. "Here, want to wear these to your draft
board physical?"
I was busy ripping my zipper down and lowering my pants and
shorts off my hips. "There's somewhere else I'd like to be right
now!"
She smiled that smile as she lowered her hot, wet pussy down
over my raging erection. "Ohhh... That feels good, Jake."
I didn't answer. My mouth was filled with nipple. One hand
caressed her other breast and the other flicked over her clit as
I stroked in and out.
It was a wonderful fuck. Slow, deep, intense, passionate,
kissing the entire time. For me, it was the perfect culmination
of lusting after Annette for almost six years and it was worth
the wait. When we came, it seemed to be with as much
disappointment that it was over as pleasure.
We sat together, quietly. Annette had my handkerchief
between her legs. I had pulled up my pants and re-buttoned her
blouse.
"Jake, this was a long time coming. Why didn't you ever ask
me out?"
"I wanted to. I always had a crush on you, Annette. You
were a little older than me and I just never wanted to risk the
humiliation in the way you'd say no."
"I know. I have too sharp a tongue; it's my defense. The
put-down always comes easy and quick. Listen, I think we still
have some unfinished business. Wanna go back to my apartment?"
"Yeah, I do. What about your date?"
"I'll deal with him when we get back in the office. He
won't stay mad for long."
As we got up to go, I noticed for the first time that
Annette and I had just fucked in the same chair Penny and I had
kissed in, the night we met, some three years ago! Maybe I
should buy it from the Capretos!
* * * * *
Annette and I spent all New Year's Day in bed. It was
incredible! We only got out of bed to eat and go to the
bathroom. I called home and gave my parents some excuse to tell
Penny when she called. Annette let the phone ring and ring.
Making love with Annette was everything I had ever imagined
it would be -- and more. She was tender and considerate.
Playful and passionate. Experienced and innocent. Sometimes,
she was raunchy as hell. We did, or tried to do, everything two
people could do together. There were no taboos.
By eight o'clock that night, I knew I was in deep trouble.
I was getting lost in Annette.
"What was all this about, Annette? Why last night? Why
me?"
"`Why you' should be easy, Jake. I've always liked you.
Why last night? Why not? We haven't seen each other in a long
time. Who knows if we'll ever see each other again? Didn't you
have fun?"
"I don't know if I'd use the word `fun,' Annette. It was a
lot more to me than that. This has me thinking-"
"Don't!"
"Don't what?"
"Don't finish that sentence, Jake. Just let it go as you
had some fun with an old friend, alright?"
"It felt like more than that to me."
"And what about your little girlfriend, Jake? Where does
she fit in?"
"I... I don't know. I haven't thought that far ahead, yet.
This was all pretty sudden."
Annette looked like she was going to cry. She didn't, but
she was close. She grasped my hands in hers. "Oh, Jake! Why
didn't you ask me out three years ago? Hell, why didn't I ask
*YOU* out three years ago? You have sex with a girl and you take
it seriously. Do you know how few of you there are out there?
"There's nothing for us after another fuck and a hot shower,
Jake. I have a life. You have a life. They're not going to
meet anywhere. I have a job that I want to turn into a career
and there are certain things I have to do to do that, and dating
you isn't one of them. You have a girlfriend you're probably
going to marry. You want to mess that up?"
"No. But listen, Annette, I'm not all that experienced, but
I think the last sixteen, twenty hours were pretty special. They
were to me. I've had sex -- this was more than sex."
Annette crawled up into my arms. "Yeah, it *WAS* more than
sex, Jake. But we still just have one more fuck and a hot shower
left."
* * * * *
I picked the Grants up at the airport the next day. Penny
was tan and bright and excited to see me. She picked up on my
mood right away, but I just whispered that I had missed her and
that I couldn't do much with her parents there.
It took me a while to get Annette out of my system. I
thought about her long and hard. I loved Penny and wasn't
willing to give her up because of a day of sex with another
woman; but, it made me realize that life was full of missed
opportunities and when you got a short glimpse of what some of
them could have been, it could hurt.
* * * * * * * * *
I would have dwelt on my philosophical dilemma longer, but
things were happening. My last semester in school was about to
become more eventful than I could have imagined.
Billy, my best friend and co-worker at the supermarket, met
a girl and fell head over heels for her.
Billy was two years younger than me and in his sophomore
year at the same school I was attending. His new girlfriend,
Michelle, was a junior in high school. He met her at a Christmas
Dance at her Catholic all-girls' prep school. She was a sexy
knock-out -- long blonde hair, blue eyes, pretty mouth, beautiful
white teeth, and smooth, ivory skin covered with just the right
amount of All-American freckles. Her face was a sexy
sweet-sixteen but her body was a Hugh Hefner wet dream. She had
perfect legs, a tiny waist, and big, round boobs. Unfortunately,
we were soon to find out she was one of the most manipulative
bitches any of us had ever met. She toyed with Billy's emotions
like a sadistic cat toys with an injured mouse.
Also, at the supermarket, people started noticing how close
Susan was becoming with Paul, the produce manager. With gossip
the currency of choice at the store, stories about the "couple"
spread like wildfire. I didn't believe them. I knew what kind
of boyfriend Susan had been looking for when we "broke-up" in the
Fall, and Paul sure wasn't it. He was old (to us, anyway), at
least 32 or 33. He was married, but separated, and had two or
three kids. But I couldn't deny how friendly they looked at the
Christmas parties that year.
* * * * *
Billy was my best friend. We had been working together for
four years and we were going to the same school. We hung around
together all the time. Penny liked him and the three of us got
along great.
For years, it seemed like Billy was more "up" for a good
time than anything else. He was the social secretary of our
clique, lining up parties, dances, picnics, bringing the right
records, always making sure enough beer and booze would be there.
Having a date at these functions was never important to him --
maybe the fact that he always drank to the point of passing out
had something to do with it. He had dated a few girls at the
store, and every once in a while, he'd show up with a girl he
knew from high school or one he had just met that day in a sub
shop or the post office, or somewhere; but never anyone serious.
When he met Michelle, it was like he became another person
-- almost from their first date. He couldn't do anything without
her. He had to run everything by her for approval. He'd call
her with the slightest excuse. He was always over her house.
She'd go on and on about these long, sad break-ups with old
boyfriends or how her parents persecuted her (she was a spoiled
little brat who had everything) until Billy was in tears trying
to console her. He thought he was in love with her. Me? I
didn't know what to call it, but I knew it was too sick to be
love.
All of a sudden, the guy who used to bug me the most about
seeing too much of Penny and not seeing the guys enough was
always wanting to double date with us. By the end of the Winter,
it seemed like Billy and Michelle and Penny and I were a real
foursome, double-dating almost every Friday and Saturday night.
Penny and I couldn't believe he could continue to date
Michelle seriously. I knew Billy was fucking her, but Michelle
was one girl who would make even me ask myself if a piece of her
lovely, little ass was worth the shit she made you shovel to get
to it. She just couldn't be *THAT GOOD!* She whined, she cried,
she wheedled, she berated, she humiliated, she ordered, she
demanded, she teased, she sulked. We'd all agree on something to
do, and then she'd change her mind. She was an outrageous flirt.
There didn't seem to be a head game she wasn't willing to play
and didn't seem expert at.
And, there were so many ex-boyfriends that she must have
started dating when she was eight! They would call when Billy
was there, or we would run into them (coincidence?) and she would
just *HAVE* to talk to them. She would mention a dance at an old
boyfriend's school to Billy, and then say she wasn't going; but,
after dating her a while, Billy would check, and find her there
dancing cheek to cheek with the ex-boyfriend -- tearful argument
to follow. Billy was hooked and just swinging on her line.
Penny hated her, and I didn't have much use for her besides
her being wonderful to look at.
* * * * *
Just before my graduation in the Spring, we all went to a
big Frat party in a hired hall, downtown. It was the last big
blow-out of the school year. The band played soul music to dance
to all night, and there was plenty of cold beer and a sweet,
deadly grain alcohol cocktail that Penny and Michelle drank all
night. It was a great time and those still standing were in a
great mood.
Too soon, the bar closed and the band stopped playing, and
it was time to go home.
Walking off the dance floor, Penny said, "I have to powder
my nose or I won't make the ride home!" She got in the long
line at the Ladies' room.
Billy said, "Me, too, but the line's too long at the little
boys' room. I'll be back." He ran outside to water a bush.
I sat in a chair in the lobby to wait for Penny. Michelle
retrieved her jacked and walked over (maybe a little wobbly) and
sat on my lap! She was always friendly towards me, but being
this friendly was a first. I told her where Penny and Billy
were. She nodded and smiled and then slammed her face into mine!
Immediately, her tongue shot into my mouth and started doing
a dance on my tonsils. To complete the moment, she took my hand
and slipped it into her blouse (apparently, she had unbuttoned a
button or two under her jacket) and on to her most perfect, firm,
warm, round, taut-skinned, braless tit!
My best friend's girl!
I was buzzed enough (or maybe sober enough) not to shatter
the moment. Her tongue never stopped and her nipple was so hard,
I thought it was going to scratch my school ring. I forgot all
about her being my best friend's girl, and that I would soon be
22 and she was barely 16.
We kept it up for a little while, sitting out in the open as
people walked by making their comments, until Billy arrived. I
disentangled myself and gave him a very sheepish grin. I was
very embarrassed at what had just happened. And I immediately
began to wonder is Michelle was setting up some kind of test for
Billy.
Michelle smiled at Billy and said, "Don't get mad at Jake,
Billy. I started it. He was just sitting here, all alone, and I
sat down and kissed him. He's such a good kisser that I want to
ride home in the backseat with him!"
I said I was sure Penny would have something to say about
that.
But Billy, the poor love-struck fool that he was, grins and
nods, thinking whatever Michelle says is a good idea. I was sure
his beer consumption for the evening had something to do with his
agreeable nature, too.
Well, when Penny reappeared, Billy and Michelle gleefully
told her what we had been caught doing. Apparently Penny was in
a playful mood, too, because she put her arm through Billy's and
walked out of the hall. Michelle turned and put her arms around
my neck for another long kiss before we walked out, arm-in-arm.
When we got to the car, Billy opened the door for Penny, and
in an instant, the two of them were locked in a hot, kissing
embrace. And my hard-on was bigger and harder than it had been
when Michelle was on my lap and I was grabbing handfuls of her
bare tits! There were no feels -- they kept their hands in sight
-- and I'm sure neither Penny nor Billy felt any real passion for
each other -- it was just a tit (did I say `tit?!')-for-tat
thing. We had all seen "Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice" and maybe we
wondered what all the fuss was about.
Michelle grabbed me for another kiss and I obliged, but I
kept my eyes open as I watched Penny kissing Billy. At the time,
I knew I was hot and realized that I was almost ready to come,
but I thought it was because Michelle's hand was rubbing my dick
through my slacks.
Their kiss ended as ours did, soon after, and I got in the
backseat with Penny. We drove home without further incident, but
that night set the tone for the next few months of our foursome
-- Michelle was seriously all kissie-touchie-feelie with me, and
occasionally, Billy and Penny would make a half-hearted effort at
retaliation.
I knew I was excited about the whole situation -- Billy
wasn't pissed and, again, what average, young guy wouldn't be
turned-on about this hot little package that couldn't keep her
lips and hands off him? Plus, I didn't have to put up with
Michelle's shit the way Billy did!
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Chapter 15
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I lucked out in the Draft Lottery, meaning I probably
wouldn't go to Viet Nam. I could concentrate on job-hunting, an
activity that after a few months at it, made going to 'Nam or
Canada look preferable! There was a small recession going on and
the babyboomers were flooding the job market.
After graduation, I was still working at the supermarket and
it turned out that the rumors about Susan and Paul were true.
They spent their breaks together in the backroom, talking. They
always worked the same nights, and Paul was giving Susan a ride
home (and I knew what *THAT* could mean!). Soon, there were
"spottings" of them out shopping on a day off or leaving a
restaurant or movie together.
One night, Susan asked me to wait around after closing. I
had no idea what was on her mind, but, as I said, we were getting
along fine.
After the store closed and we cashed-out, Susan and Paul
walked me to my car.
Susan held Paul's hand and smiled at me. "Jake, we have a
favor to ask."
"Sure, Susan. You know if I can do it, I will."
"Well, Paul and I are dating."
I smiled, "Yeah, I, and everyone in the store was beginning
to pick that up."
Susan and Paul looked at each other like they couldn't
believe their secret was out. "Well, anyway, my prom is coming
up and Paul can't go as my date and we were wondering if you
would be willing take me. My parents and friends know that I'm
dating someone older, from the store; and, you fit that
description."
"I don't want Susan to miss out on all the fun because she's
dating an old codger," Paul said.
"Gee, Susan, I'm flattered. I'd like to help you out. How
about if you let me run it by Penny, and if it's alright with
her, it's a date."
Susan smiled and kissed me on the cheek, "Thanks, Jake, we
knew you were the only one we could ask."
Later that night, Penny and I were in the backseat of my
car, naked. My face was between her thighs, licking her pussy
and sucking her clit. My hands were cupping her breasts and
tweaking her nipples. I could tell from her breathing she was
nearing her orgasm.
As she started, I raised my mouth away from her pussy and
said, "Oh, by the way, I was asked to a girl's prom, tonight!"
and again buried my mouth where it seemed to be doing so much
good.
After the orgasm and after Penny finished beating on my back
with her fists, we cuddled and laughed together.
"That was mean, you bastard!"
"I know, I'm sorry. It just seemed funny at the time."
"For you! Now who is this girl I'm going to have to kill?"
* * * * * * * * *
Two weeks later, I was standing in Susan's livingroom,
dressed in a tux and holding an orchid. Not knowing about the
summer Susan and I had spent in the backseat of my car, Penny
thought it would be a nice favor to do for the lovers -- she
thought it very romantic. Paul wanted to pay for the flower and
the tux rental, but I told him I'd cover it. Susan was a nice
girl and deserved to go to her prom. It was no big deal.
Until she walked down the steps, that is.
She was beautiful. She was dressed in a simple gown, not
quite white, not quite green -- it was perfect for her red hair
and green eyes. In make-up, with diamonds at her ears and
throat, she literally took my breath away.
After posing for about three rolls of pictures, we were
finally in the car and on our way.
"You are absolutely beautiful, Susan."
"Thanks. Can we stop by the store so Paul can see me?"
"Sure."
It was a Prom Night tradition for all the part-timers to
stop into the store and show ourselves off to the other guys and
girls working. There were some surprised looks when Susan walked
in with me on her arm. The rumor mill would have new grist.
Paul came out from the storeroom and feasted his eyes on Susan.
He looked near tears. It was very weird. Finally, we left and
drove to the Prom.
The Prom was more fun than I expected it to be. The band
was pretty good and we danced a lot. We posed for our picture
and walked around saying hello to everyone. I wasn't too
surprised to see that Susan was very popular and had a lot of
friends; and, she seemed to be making a lot of points with her
friends by bringing a college guy to the prom.
After the dance, we went to a party at one of Susan's
friend's house. The place was huge and had a heated pool in the
backyard. After the Prom, it was usual to change into casual
clothes for this next phase of the long night; tonight, it would
be swimwear.
As we were walking up the steps, an adult was standing at
the bottom, directing traffic. "The boys' changing room is the
first on the right and the girls' is the second on the left. No
exceptions!"
As I turned to go into the "boys'" room, Susan peeked in the
first door on the left. The next thing I knew, she was pulling
me into the dark room and locking the door after me.
"This'll be more fun!"
"You're being a bad girl, Susan." I smiled as she turned
the light on.
She turned her back to me, "Unzip me, Jake."
Always one of my favorite things to do, I pulled the long
zipper down to the bottom. Susan wrestled the gown off, followed
by other things I didn't know the names of. In no time she was
down to white, lacy bra and panties, pantyhose and highheels -- a
pretty erotic vision.
"C'mon, Jake, aren't you getting undressed?"
"Sure." I ripped off the tux jacket, tie, cummerbund, and
shirt, keeping my eyes on Susan the whole time. By the time I
was down to my trousers and underwear, Susan was down to just her
panties.
"C'mon, slowpoke!" she laughed, "Why did you stop?"
I looked down at the lump in my pants. "Well, the next step
may embarrass you. It will definitely embarrass me!"
"Oh, geeze. It's not like it's something I haven't seen
before!" She giggled, "or touched before, or kissed before!"
"That's true. But things are a little different, now." I
unzipped and dropped my trousers.
"I'll say they're different. I'm not a virgin anymore!"
Susan was naked. I swear she was glowing, she looked so
beautiful.
She stepped up to me. "Here, let me help you with these."
She lowered my shorts over my hips and let them drop to the
floor. My cock was at full attention.
"Ah... I was going to leave those on."
"You were? Why?" Susan wrapped her arms around my neck and
pressed my erection between our stomachs. Just before she kissed
me, she whispered in my ear, "Won't they get in the way if you
leave them on?"
The whole scene was so erotically charged, the kiss took my
breath away. To my utter and complete surprise, I broke away
from this soft, compliant, gorgeous, naked creature wrapping
herself around me.
"Wait, Susan."
"Eh?"
Her face was flushed, her lips full and hungry-looking. Her
eyes were filled with lust. Her nipples were hard and extended.
I could feel the heat her body was generating. <What was I
doing?>
"We better not, Susan. I want to, believe me, I want to
very badly; but, it wouldn't be fair to Paul and Penny. They
both trusted us to go to the Prom tonight." <What the fuck was
I saying, and why couldn't I shut my stupid fucking mouth?>
Slowly, Susan let go of me. Her arms drifted into positions
to cover her breasts and pussy. She looked so innocent, I felt
even more tempted!
"Oh, wow! Thanks, Jake. You're right, Paul does trust me."
She giggled as she reached for her swimsuit. "Of course, he told
me not to go off alone anywhere with you. He doesn't trust you!"
"Smart man."
"No, he was wrong. He should have trusted you. Let's get
dressed and jump in the pool."
At that point, I was praying the pool water was ice cold.
There was music and food and people and the pool. There was
even some spiked punch -- living the stereotype! A good time was
had by all. All except me, of course.
I started the party thinking I had done the mature thing --
the right thing for the right reasons. Both Penny and Paul had
trusted the two of us to go to the prom and not let anything else
happen. I also didn't want Susan to feel obligated to me for
taking her to the prom, and think she had to give me a
"thank-you-fuck." But as the night wore on, I became more aware
of what a lovely, vivacious young woman Susan was. She was
beautiful, but more than that, she was fun to be with. The more
I enjoyed her company, the less convinced I was that I had made
the right decision up in the bedroom.
Dawn finally arrived and breakfast was over and it was time
to leave. Susan held my hand as we walked up the steps and
entered the bedroom. We both dropped our swimwear on the
bathroom floor. We were standing next to each other, naked.
This time, it was me who put my arms around Susan.
She had her hands between her breasts and my chest. "Thanks
for tonight, Jake. Thanks for bringing me and letting my friends
think you're my boyfriend."
"Your welcome, Susan. Believe me, tonight has been a
pleasure from start till now." I leaned down to kiss her. She
kissed back, but with her mouth closed.
"We should get dressed, Jake."
"Ah... I was thinking about earlier... about what we were
about to do. But didn't. I think that would be really nice."
She gently pushed away from me. I let her go. "Oh, Jake,
I'm sorry. I think you were right and it would be better if we
didn't. I wanted to thank you again for not being a horntoad and
jumping all over me."
Owww! Another missed opportunity!
I tried to smile as I watched a tiny pair of panties move up
a pair of perfect little legs and cover the object of my desire.
"Sure. No problem, Susan. I had a great time, tonight."
Later that morning, as tired as I was, I lay awake in bed a
long time. I told myself that it was because the sun was too
bright in my bedroom, but I had my doubts.
*
*
Chapter 16
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*
Memorial Day Weekend finally arrived. I had cajoled and
begged and finagled to arrange my work schedule to get the
weekend off. Penny and I had plans.
Penny told her parents she was going to the ocean with some
girlfriends. Instead, I had rented a room at the shore for the
two of us to have a weekend to ourselves -- no parents, no work,
no school, no friends, no interruptions -- and a bed. We had
been looking forward to it for weeks. Penny and I both realized
that school and work forced us into a routine and we wanted to
break out and have a little spontaneous fun.
Even the ride to the shore was fun. Penny sat close and my
hand roamed all over her body, over and under her loose clothes.
Finally, after admitting to her that my dick couldn't ache any
more than it already was, Penny lowered my zipper and then
lowered her head to give me a superb highway blow-job.
Our room was in an old-fashioned boarding-house type
building in the old part of town. The woman at the desk was very
stern looking, but she gladly took my money and made no comment
about Penny and me sharing a room. She warned us that she would
call the police for "any dope smoking, underage drinking, runnin'
around naked, or any other monkey business."
Properly chastised, Penny and I made our way up to the third
floor and our tiny little room. It was hot and by the time we
had opened all the windows, we were in a sweat and looking
forward to hitting the beach. But that would have to wait.
Penny pulled her t-shirt over her head, and, as always
happens, I got an immediate erection. We both ripped the rest of
our clothes off and when Penny bent over her suitcase for her
swimsuit, I slid my hard cock up her warm, wet pussy and filled
my hands with her heavy breasts.
She grunted at my attack, but pushed her ass back against
me. "You bastard! Who said you could fuck me? Take that hot
dick out of my wet pussy or I'll tell the old lady, downstairs!"
"I'll take it out when I'm through with you, you wench!"
Twenty minutes later, we were on the beach, splashing in the
ocean. Our dream weekend was starting just the way we wanted it
to.
* * * * *
We showered together in the shared bathroom on our floor and
ran naked down the hall to our room. On the squeaky old bed, I
ate Penny until she had a loud orgasm, then we had a few beers
and went up to the boardwalk for something (else) to eat.
Later that night, as we approached the hotel, two figures
jumped out at us from a dark alley. It was Billy and Michelle.
I was a little pissed. I had plans for Penny and me as soon
as we were back in our room. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Gee, man, you don't sound happy to see us. Sorry if we
bummed you out. We're here to party with you guys." Billy was
all smiles. "I have two cases of cans in a cooler in my trunk.
Where's your room?"
Penny looked at me and shrugged. It looked like night one
of our perfect weekend was gone.
"Top floor, all the way in the back."
"How do we get in, man?" Michelle asked.
"We'll check it out and let you know." Penny and I walked
in the front door and saw immediately that the night shift was a
little different than the day. Instead of the grumpy old lady
behind the desk, there was a girl about our age, making out with
a guy. The smell of marijuana was thick in the lobby. I went to
the door and waved Michelle and Billy in.
The tiny room was hot but the beer was cold and we sat
around gabbing. Penny and Michelle passed a few joints back and
forth. I knew pot acted like an aphrodisiac in Penny's system,
so I was looking forward to when our guests left.
"Anybody have playing cards?" Michelle asked.
"Why?"
Michelle grinned. "We could play strip poker!"
Penny reached in her suitcase, "Cool!"
It was no surprise Michelle was naked first. All she had on
was a man's dress shirt and a pair of denim cut-offs. I had
imagined her naked, often, and I had felt her breasts on several
occasions, but I had no idea she'd look so... so perfect when she
was nude. Her skin was too perfect to believe on a body that was
too perfect to be real. I'm sure my tongue was hanging out as
she slipped her shorts down her legs to reveal a perfect pussy,
only lightly covered by blonde hair.
She pulled something out of a bag she had brought and waved
some colorful little jars at us, "Hurry up and get naked, and we
can body-paint each other!"
Our clothes disappeared. I had to admit that Penny didn't
suffer from standing naked next to Michelle. I thought that even
though Michelle had "the look" that was popular at the time,
Penny was actually prettier and I knew her breasts were the most
perfect I had ever seen on a woman. The rest of her body looked
terrific, especially with the light sunburn she got on the beach
that day. My mind was flashing dirty thoughts to me, but I knew
that, now, we'd have to suffer through some body painting and
showers before Billy and Michelle left for their own room --
wherever that was.
Billy grabbed the red paint and stood next to Michelle.
"Wait! You paint Penny, and Jake can paint me."
Billy and I each sat on an opposite side of the bed.
Michelle stood in front of me in all her naked glory, and Penny
did the same for Billy. I began drawing lines down Michelle's
arms and legs but grew too impatient and began work on her
marvelous chest. I drew several paisleys and the peace symbol,
the whole time concentrating on her nipples. She just stood
there as I painted her body and smiled at me.
"Done!" Billy shouted.
I turned and looked and we all began laughing. Not
interested in any subtlety or artistic merit, Billy had used
almost all of the red paint to mark bulls-eye rings on both of
Penny's large breasts and down her stomach drew a red arrow
pointing at her pussy, with the words "eat here" below her boobs.
The girls ran naked down to the bathroom to shower. Billy
popped open another beer. "Can we crash here, Jake?"
I was surprised. "You don't have a room somewhere?"
"Nah, I'm tapped out. After the beer, I barely had enough
to fill the gas tank. I spent every cent I had on Michelle's
ring."
That night, the four of us slept (or tried to) across the
noisy double bed in the room. The weekend Penny and I had
planned was not to be. We took every opportunity we could to
have sex (like when Michelle and Billy showered), but the bed was
too crowded and too noisy to misbehave after lights out -- or, so
we thought that first night.
The only good thing about the weekend was living in a tiny
room for three days with two beautiful young women who were naked
more than they were clothed.
* * * * * * * * * *
A couple of weeks later was the annual store picnic. Of
course, this year, Billy was bringing Michelle and bugging me to
bring Penny.
The day was hot and we all got into the beer pretty hard.
The softball games were a hoot. Later in the day, the four of us
walked over the covered bridge and through the woods until we
came to a big clearing, where the grass was mowed and the sun was
shining.
Since the Memorial Day trip, none of us figured we had any
secrets from each other, so within seconds we were all nude and
making out. Billy moved their blanket a little ways away and
Penny and I proceeded to have sex as we listened to Billy and a
very vocal Michelle do the same.
Afterwards, after we finished the beer and the girls did a
joint or two, we were sunbathing and enjoying the glow when Billy
noticed both girls were asleep. He started giggling and making
motions for me to be quiet. He quickly dressed and threw my
clothes at me. When we were both dressed, he picked up all of
the girls' things and threw them into the second blanket and ran
across the field.
When I caught up with him, we were out of earshot. "What
the fuck are you doin'?"
He was still giggling so hard, he could hardly speak.
"We'll just go get some more beer, and if they wake up, they'll
be bare-assed naked and have no idea where we are. What a
blast!"
Had I been sober, I may have had different thoughts, but, at
that moment, I, too, had to admit that the situation was a blast.
It was titillating. We hid the blanket in the woods and walked
back to the picnic area, still laughing or asses off.
Back at the pavilion we ran into friends and grabbed a quick
hot dog or two. Whenever Billy and I looked at each other we
laughed. We both knew we were going to be in big trouble with
the girls, but it would be the fun-type big trouble. We were
sure that they'd probably get pissed, and then see the humor in
it, too.
Finally, after about an hour, the two of us headed back
through the woods with four plastic pitchers of beer. We had
decided that it wouldn't be any fun if we arrived back while the
girls were sleeping, so we dilly-dallied long enough that we were
pretty sure they'd be awake for our arrival.
We miscalculated.
Penny and Michelle were gone!
Now, our little joke wasn't so funny!
"Think they heard somebody coming and went to hide
somewhere?"
I shrugged. "That's as good an explanation as I could come
up with. They sure didn't head back to the picnic area."
"You don't think they're in the car, do you?"
"That all depends. Would Michelle walk across the ball
fields stark naked?"
Billy hesitated and then nodded, "If she was mad enough or
drunk enough or high enough... Yeah, she would. And they had the
blanket."
I thought about what he said, "Yeah, if she was really
pissed, I think Penny might, too. Let's go look there, first."
We couldn't find them. We looked in the car and parkinglot,
the baseball diamonds, the game area, the pool and pavilions. We
looked in the small woods and the covered bridge -- we even
looked under the bridge. It had been well over two hours since
we left them and we were both getting nervous.
We returned to the clearing -- it was still empty. Left
with no other options, we crossed the clearing and walked into
the woods on the far side. These woods were dense and deep.
They seemed to go on and on and there were not many clearings.
Billy and I stumbled to our left and walked at least a mile
without seeing anything to indicate a human had been there. We
turned around and backtracked.
I don't know how far we walked, but we eventually heard
music. We knew the girls didn't have a radio, so the chances
were that it was someone else. As we got closer to the music, we
heard talking and laughing. I was pretty sure one of the
laughers was Penny. Finally, just as we spotted a break in the
woods, we smelled pot. When we reached the edge of the clearing,
we stared at the sight in front of us.
It was a clearing, now shadowed with the late afternoon sun.
On the far side of it was a small pool behind an old beaver dam
across the small stream. In the center of the clearing was a
fire ring that looked like it had been used for a hundred years.
There was a fire crackling away.
The rest of the sight was surreal. Penny and Michelle were
sitting Indian-style on the blanket, still naked. With them on
the blanket were five guys, also naked!
Billy and I looked at the seven naked people and looked at
each other. They were passing a couple of joints around, and
everybody had a can of beer or a bottle of booze in their hands.
They were talking loudly and laughing -- like old, good friends.
None of them had seen us, yet.
"Penny?" I felt like I was busting up someone's very
private party. Of course, it *WAS* a party and that was exactly
what I wanted to do.
Everyone got quiet and looked at Billy and me.
"Well, there you are!" said Penny. "Where have you been?"
She stood up and walked, wobbly but nonchalantly, over to me and
held my arm. "We were wondering what happened to you."
Billy dropped the blanket. "Your clothes are in there,
Penny. Michelle? Your's are here, too."
Penny was as high as a kite and I could see Michelle was,
too. I was very uncomfortable with the situation -- five guys,
two horny naked girls, beer, booze, dope, only two of us, and a
long walk (or run) back to safety.
Penny pulled me toward the blanket. She was just bubbling
with enthusiasm. "Come meet our new friends. Everybody... this
is Jake, my boyfriend, and that's Billy, Michelle's guy. Jake,
this is Don, Peter, Mike, Dick, and Ronald. They walked by and
found us alone on our blanket and invited us to go skinny-dipping
with them. Cool, huh? Thanks to you two, we were already
dressed for it!"
The five guys were obviously older than us -- late twenties
-- and had that tough-skinned, lean look of a farmer (which we
later found out they were -- farm hands). It was obvious that
none of them was happy to see us. I thought the best strategy
was for us to mosey on out of there as quickly as possible.
"You ready to head back, Penny?"
"What's your hurry?" asked one of the guys. "There's still
plenty of weed and plenty of brew. The party's just startin'"
Penny looked up at me, "Wanna stay for a while, Jake?"
"C'mon, Michelle." Billy threw her clothes at her. "Get
dressed."
Penny did a little shrug and started putting her clothes on.
She waved to the guys on the blanket. "Sorry, guys, I guess the
party's over. It was fun."
All of the men were grumbling as the girls dressed. Two of
them stood up. One was the biggest guy, who had to stand 6'6" in
his bare feet. The other was a short Black guy, built like the
cliched brick shithouse. Both of them were swinging horse dicks
from their loins. I was liking this less and less.
"You don't have to go, girls. We'll drive you home.
Remember, these are the bums that left you naked in the field --
don't go home with them, they don't deserve it."
Penny came over to Billy and me, "You guys start back and
Michelle will catch up, okay?"
"No fuckin' way!"
Penny leaned closer. "We're just gonna kiss them good-bye
and thank them for sharing their pot and beer. We'll be fine.
Just go, now."
"Penny..."
"Now, guys. We don't want to piss them off," Penny
whispered.
Billy and I looked at each other and started walking the way
we came in. We only walked a short distance and turned to watch
what was happening. Penny and Michelle were giving two of the
guys a big hug and kiss. I wasn't sure from the distance, but it
was possible the girls were also stroking the guys' dicks. While
they were kissing, the guys' hands were busy all over Penny's and
Michelle's bodies, grabbing tits and ass and feeling their
pussies through their thin clothes. As the girls stepped away
from one man to move on to the next, the new guys had very
obvious erections, especially the two that tried to intimidate
us. Shortly, Penny and Michelle caught up to us and we began
walking (fast) back to the picnic area, although I was finding it
tough to walk fast with the leadpipe erection I had.
Billy's face was red with anger. When we reached the
covered bridge, he turned on Michelle and grabbed her arm. "What
the fuck went on back there?"
I stopped, too, because I wanted to hear the answer to that
question. The goodbye kisses were a little too familiar for my
taste.
Michelle gently patted Billy's face with her hand. "It's
nice to know you care, you bastard. Who left us in the middle of
a field with no clothes? Nothing went on. We swam, we smoked,
we drank. They were friendly."
Penny put her arm around my waist, "C'mon, guys, be cool.
Those dudes were just being friendly. I'm not sure what they
would have wanted for a nightcap, but they were just in a very
good mood because they couldn't believe their luck finding two
naked chicks out in the middle of nowhere. We made their day!"
I smiled at Penny, "I'll bet. You make my day every time I
see you naked."
Penny kissed me and we headed back to the picnic. Even
later, I thought the four of us were damn lucky to have gotten
safely out of that crazy situation -- even if it had cost us
Penny and Michelle jerking them off.
*
Chapter 17
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*
Soon after the picnic, I received a job offer from one of
the national corporations where I had applied. The starting
salary wasn't that good, and my job would be counting beans, but
it was a real, live, adult job and I jumped at the chance. The
biggest problem was that I'd have to move. The company had just
completed building its new headquarters in the middle of the
woods in north New Jersey -- almost a three-hour drive. I was to
start my new job August first.
* * * * *
Fourth of July weekend -- my last big blow-out before
joining the real world.
Billy and I told our parents we were going to the beach with
a bunch of guys, and the girls told their parents it was with a
bunch of girls. Instead, it was a big, old house full of kids
and music and booze and drugs.
The four of us had the fourth floor to ourselves -- one
large bedroom with two double beds and a bathroom.
Michelle showed us right away that she didn't intend to wear
clothes often during the weekend. When we got there on Friday
afternoon, she showered and didn't have any problem strutting
around in front of the three of us with only a towel on her head.
And, damn, she had one fantastic body -- almost skinny, but with
these big, firm, *ROUND* tits.
We sat around and talked and drank for a few minutes, while
Penny and Michelle shared a joint. Billy was having trouble
keeping his hands off Michelle, so Penny stood up, stripped naked
as Billy and I watched, and invited me to join her in the shower.
We played "hide the mouse" in the shower and dried each
other off. We both walked naked back into the bedroom and it was
obvious that Billy and Michelle had just finished screwing.
Billy was on his back, looking like he was falling asleep, and I
watched Michelle creep down his body and take his messy, soft
cock in her mouth. She never took her eyes off me as she watched
Penny and me fuck. And I never took my eyes off Michelle as I
watched her suck Billy back to hardness. When he came in her
mouth, she took it all, and then she opened her mouth to show it
to me before she swallowed it. She was an unbelievable, slutty
tease!
Except when we were on the beach or we went downstairs to
eat and party with the crowd, neither Penny nor Michelle wore a
stitch of clothing all weekend. I loved it and I could tell
Billy did, too. You could smell the sex in the air all weekend!
Even when a couple of friends stopped up to see us, neither girl
made a move to cover anything! Mike O'Donnell and Kevin Atwater
sat talking to us, never taking their eyes off Penny and
Michelle.
We went to the beach and to the clubs with the crowd in the
house. The first two floors were filled with friends and friends
of friends. The partying was done around the keg in the big, old
kitchen and the rest of the rooms were usually filled with
teenagers doing dope and/or making out. It was an incredible
weekend!
One morning, I got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom.
Just as I was finishing peeing, Michelle walked into the
bathroom, naked as usual. She smiled at me and grabbed my dick.
Sproing! It got an admirable morning erection.
Without saying a word, just smiling, she stepped even closer
to me and inserted the head of my cock between her cuntlips. Not
deep enough to really enter her pussy, just in the slit. Up and
down, up and down, I could feel my dick rubbing against her clit.
Soon, she's jerking me harder and faster and then she came.
I shot off, myself, covering her pussy with a load of cum. She
reached down and cleaned my prick and herself with her fingers.
Then, -- remember, she's only 16! -- she smeared my cum all over
her lips and said, "Kiss me!"
I did, and we locked lips and tongues until the cum all went
somewhere. Then, smiling at me, she calmly sat down on the
throne and began peeing, as casual as can be.
I stumbled back to bed, wasted, and there was Penny, awake,
wet and wanting a good morning fuck!
Again, what a weekend!
* * * * * * * * * *
Less than a month later, I moved to the backwoods of New
Jersey and began my career. Penny and I talked long distance as
much as we could afford and I got home on those weekends I wasn't
required to work. I saved my pennies and went into hock and gave
Penny an engagement ring on the first Christmas.
I wouldn't recommend a long-distance relationship to anyone.
I think the failure rate must be high. Yet, somehow, almost two
years later, in Penny's last semester, we were planning our
wedding.
How does this story end?
Check out Part 5.
Find a Penny... (Reminiscing)
Part 5
by J. BOSWELL
(J.Boswell@usa.net)
(c) Copyright November, 1998 by J BOSWELL, all rights, except
those explicitly detailed below, ARE RESERVED BY THE AUTHOR.
Electronic distribution (as a text file on an "adults only"
site) is permitted without alteration, but inclusion in any
type of "publication" offered for sale (eg., book, magazine,
CD-ROM, etc.), or "subscription-only" sites requires the
author's explicit permission.
WARNING: This work of fiction is intended to be read by adults
only. The author has uploaded it only to "Adults, only"
sites, and requests that you exercise the same
discretion. Also, this is fiction -- in real life,
please protect your lover and yourself by practicing
safe sex.
*
The fifth and concluding part of the story.
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The Final Chapter
*** ***** *******
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"Will I love my wife
For the rest of my life...
When I grow up to be a man?"
-- The Beachboys
*
I can't say the next two years were among the best in my
life. Nixon was still president, the Beatles broke up, Janis
Joplin and Jimi Hendrix were dead. I was living in a small
studio apartment, working at a mind-numbing job, that barely paid
me enough money to cover the rent. I lived like an accountant,
saving my pennies for gas for those weekends I could afford to go
home and for Penny's engagement ring.
Everything was getting "computerized" at the office, and we
had to work at least two Saturdays a month, with no overtime.
Office politics stopped only just short of guns and knives. I
had to wear a suit and tie everyday to do a job they could teach
a smart dog to do.
The town where I lived hadn't been prepared to host the
national headquarters of an international corporation. It was
tiny and stayed tiny for a few years, because almost all the
people who worked for the company lived in or around New York
city, and commuted on the one-hour train ride each morning and
evening and ate in the company's subsidized cafeteria. At night,
the little farm-country town was a ghost town. There was no such
thing as "night life" within thirty miles.
To beat the incredible boredom, I joined softball leagues in
the Spring and played basketball the rest of the year. But, I
lived to get home every weekend I possibly could and to talk to
Penny on the phone at least once a week. I was lonely and I
missed Penny, my family, and my friends.
My happy thoughts were that I was engaged to Penny and we
were getting married. Of course, as I sat alone in my apartment,
almost getting the New York stations on my ancient
black-and-white TV, I wondered (and worried) about Penny being a
beautiful, fun-loving (and sex-loving) young woman, in college
and three hours away from me. When we were together, I just
avoided the issue and seldom asked her about how she spent her
time out of school and work. I guess it was just something I
really didn't want to know about.
By the second January, things began to perk up. A second
corporation opened its headquarters close to town, along with a
growing number of smaller satellite businesses. People began
moving into the area and actual suburbs were being created. I
was promoted a second time and began making a living wage. And,
I knew in six months, I'd be married to Penny.
* * * * * * * * * *
I'd like to tell you Penny and I got married and lived
happily ever after, but, sadly, that didn't happen.
Oh, sure, we got married a month after Penny graduated from
college, but to our surprise, after dating so long, we both soon
realized that we didn't know all that much about living with each
other.
I had been raised in a house with a stay-at-home wife and
mother; and, in the early Seventies, there were no sensitivity
classes or political correctness workshops to help us bridge the
gap from the Fifties. Also, I had been on my own for two years
and had learned how to cook, darn a sock, do laundry, and clean
the apartment. Penny was a terrible housekeeper. And for the
first several months after we got married, while Penny was
unemployed and home all day, I would have loved coming home to a
home-cooked dinner -- but there seemed to be no chance of that
ever happening.
Penny had graduated with an elementary education degree but
the teacher job market was even worse when Penny graduated and
she looked for a job for a long time. She finally got a menial
job at a local consulting firm. Always laid-back, Penny
surprised me with how ambitious she eventually became in her job.
As a result, she wasn't interested in the house or cooking, and
never discussed having children -- I felt I was ready for kids.
Money was always an issue. We just were coming from two
different places.
Neither one of us was happy. All I can say is the marriage
just didn't work out for either one of us. After a few years
together, I think we both saw that it wasn't working at all. We
didn't fight, but somehow the two of us, after dating all those
years, realized that our sexlife was still in great shape, but
our marriage wasn't.
I think we both felt relief when we eventually separated. I
hate to say we parted as friends, but that is the closest
description I can give. We felt a deep, real affection for each
other -- we just didn't want to live together, anymore.
After we separated, I kept my job, and I was surprised when
Penny kept hers, rather than moving back to our hometown. She
said her firm had an ambitious owner and with all the new
businesses in the area, it was going to take off like a rocket.
* * * * *
One Sunday, a couple of months after we separated, I went
over to Penny's apartment to drop off some paperwork and tax
information. I knocked on the door and when it opened, a guy
brushed by me and Penny was standing there with a "just-fucked"
look and an ornery smile. I felt a pang of jealousy -- she had
been the love of my life!
All she was wearing was a long t-shirt. "I'm sorry you're
seeing me like this, Jake. I thought he'd be gone and I'd be
showered by the time you got here, but," she grinned evilly,
"things came up!"
She was in such a good mood and so casual about the sex, I
decided to play along and tease her back, "You mean you want me
to believe you two kids just finished fucking?"
She smiled and nodded.
"I don't believe it," I said.
"Well, how can I prove it?" she asked.
It was so blatantly obvious she had just been bedded, no
proof was necessary, but I kept the game going. "Come here."
She walked closer, to stand over me as I sat on the sofa. I
reached my hand up under her t-shirt and inside her damp panties.
Two of my fingers worked their way into her slimy pussy and Penny
moaned with pleasure.
"What is it, Penny?"
"Oh, Jake, you're fingering another man's cum in my pussy!
Oh! Oh God, I'm cumming!" And to both our surprise, she did.
I supported her in my arms as she collapsed and then I laid
her on the sofa. In two heartbeats my pants and underwear were
on the floor, I ripped a hole in her panties and I buried my
steel hard prick up her cunt for a very hot fuck.
As I said, the sex was still great.
* * * * *
After that day, Penny and I worked out our own peculiar
arrangement.
Penny and I stayed friendly through the separation and
divorce, and we occasionally got together for a drink and dinner
out and, later, a fuck for old time's sake.
After our hot fuck on her sofa, Penny knew what I liked and
she knew what she liked; and, I loved hearing about her other
lovers as we fucked. Every time we got it on, she had another
story to tell me. Sometimes it was about what had happened the
previous night, and sometimes it was something that happened a
while ago. I would be between her smooth thighs, licking her
pussy and sucking her clit, or pounding away in her from behind
or below or above, and she would go on and on, telling me about
her outrageous behavior.
She'd start by telling me about this or that new guy and how
they met. It was the sexual revolution of the '70's -- that
meant the pill, "if it feels good, do it," and no STDs -- and
Penny especially liked telling me what an easy pick-up and easy
fuck she was. Soon, she'd go into the most exquisite detail
about her sexual trysts -- fucking in nightclub restrooms, up
against cars in the parking lots, in the bathroom at big parties,
etc. She had no shortage of partners, so there was always a new
story or two.
One night, as we laid side-by-side in her bed, Penny lit a
joint from one of the many candles that lit the room. "Jake,
don't you think this is a very strange turn-on we have here?"
I laughed. "Which one? Fucking your ex-spouse or telling
him -- who you just fucked -- about your other lovers? What's so
strange about that? Seriously, Penny, I can't explain why, but
it does turn me on to hear about you with other men."
Penny nibbled at my ear and let her hand drop down to my
sloppy cock. "I'd like to think I was doing it just to turn you
on, Jake, but telling you all the details of my sex life makes me
hotter than any other foreplay I've ever tried! Since we tried
it, I've tried telling other lovers, but most of them don't want
to hear it, and the ones that do, it doesn't give me the same
jolt that telling you gives me. And I'm just about out of stuff
to tell you. Do you have any particular favorites you want me to
repeat?"
Shortly, she stubbed out the joint and I rolled over to suck
on her nipple. "So, are we all caught up? Have you told me
about all your lovers? No new stories? Nothing you haven't told
me?" I could feel her body tense against my tongue, and she
didn't respond to my questions.
"Penny?"
No response.
"Penny, are you holding out on me?" I smiled as I said it,
so she would know I wasn't upset. "You're certainly entitled to
privacy if you don't want to tell me about someone special in
your life."
"No, there's nobody special, no one in my life more special
than you, anyway. It's just embarrassing, now, not to have
admitted it sooner and cleared the air. How was I supposed to
know you'd get off on hearing this stuff?"
"And you."
"Yeah, me, too."
"Was it while we were married, Penny?"
"No, Jake, I swear I never cheated on you while we were
married. Never. Well, except for fucking my boss regularly to
get and keep my job. But that's just part of the job
description, so that shouldn't count!"
I chuckled and shook my head at how innocent she sounded
when she said it. "Okay, I guess he doesn't count. So, it
wasn't while we were married and you've told me everything that's
happened since we separated... Then it's either before I met
you, or while we were dating."
She laughed, "I can guarantee you that nothing, and I mean
nothing, happened before I met you."
"So, confession time will deal with while we were dating. I
have a few suspicions of my own, so I'm very curious to hear if
any of them are correct."
Penny was still gently rubbing my now hard dick. She slowed
to a stop. "This could take a while. Let's get something to eat
and I'll tell you when we get back in bed."
Like anticipating sex, anticipating these new revelations
acted like an aphrodisiac on the two of us. We had a quick snack
and almost ran back into the bedroom. I opened Penny's silky
robe and let it slither to the floor. I filled my hands with her
warm, firm breasts.
"Mmm... This is weird, Jake. I couldn't tell you any of
this stuff when we were married because I thought you would have
wanted a divorce; and, here we are divorced, ready to have sex
while discussing it!"
"It's blowing my mind, too, Penny."
"Now remember, before I tell you any of this, you have to
remember what that time was like. We chanted `make love not war'
and we meant it. It was the start of the sexual revolution -- a
time of `free love.' Girls, or should I say women, were on the
pill and had burned their bras. Pot always made me horny. Sex
was fun and guilt-free -- `if it feels good, do it!'"
"Okay, okay, I get the picture, Penny. I'm beginning to
worry that there may be more here than I realized. Are you sure
I'll want to hear all this?"
"Besides, Jake, I was home thinking you were getting your
ashes hauled by all the cute little office workers when you went
away. Any stories to tell me?"
"Right now, I wish there were, Penny. But I was a fairly
good boy those two years, choosing instead to work on developing
my current drinking problem. Please continue."
"Alright, and this can't be a surprise to you, I was pretty
wild in college, Jake. You saw how I behaved during those two
rush weeks -- you had to know I was wild. In fact, I had a few
more adventures than you realized. But, you're not going to hear
all of them, tonight, lover." Penny was moving her mouth down to
my hardening cock. "You'll have to come back and hear them --
one at a time!"
"Well, as much as I wanted you to, I had a feeling you might
not have been sitting home pining for me -- you were still
hanging with Debbie Greer -- always a bad influence."
Penny lifted her mouth from my dick and smiled, "Only
because I let her be a bad influence, Jake. She was great to
have around as the one to blame for all my misbehaving. But it
was mostly me. I felt pretty and I knew I was well-built -- boys
*LOVED* my tits -- they still do. I felt free and uninhibited
and sexy. I loved the sex and the drinking and the dope and the
sheer fun of it. Unless it was with you, having sex was no
different than having a drink or a joint -- it was just what we
did, back then. I liked being naughty and raunchy and sometimes
outrageous. I liked it that the boys thought Debbie was the
slut, and then I'd leave her in the dust. I really got off on
it. And I mean *REALLY* got off on it!"
Penny moved up next to me. I was on my back and she was
cuddled into my shoulder. Her right hand was slowly and softly
stroking my cock.
"Jake, you said you had suspicions. Tell me one, now, and
I'll tell you if your suspicion was justified."
"The first one is easy -- `orientation-week-Carl.'"
Penny licked my neck and moved again. She squatted over my
head and lowered her pussy to my mouth. "Carl, Carl, Carl...
The man who introduced me to what you are so wonderfully
performing, right now. You never met him, Jake, but you wouldn't
have been impressed. The poor guy, I don't think he dated much,
and I think he really did count on orientation week to meet
young, impressionable girls -- like me. His social skills were
limited and he only felt comfortable going to school and reading
his books."
I moved my mouth enough to speak, "Did you fuck him during
orientation?"
"No, but God, it was hard to keep my virginity that week! I
still don't know how I did it! Every minute we didn't have to be
somewhere to do some orientation thing, Carl and I were in bed!
He loved my blow-jobs and he was a pretty good pussy-eater. Of
course, at that time I had no one to compare him with -- and... I
still haven't met a *BAD* pussy-eater!
"However, I did fuck him after you and I made love. When
the semester started, I ran into Carl in the bookstore and he
invited me up to his apartment for some weed. I knew we were
going to be doing more than smoking dope, but I went anyway. He
always had primo dope and an open bottle of that damn Mateus wine
-- always a lethal combination for me in those days.
"Going up to his apartment became a routine -- every Tuesday
afternoon. The first couple of weeks we wrestled around on his
bed and enjoyed some oral sex, but we were soon fucking.
"By midterm, Carl had revealed his kink -- he loved tieing
me up in his bed when he screwed me. It really didn't do too
much for me, but he liked it so much, I always went along with
him."
I stopped again, "You always were so accommodating!"
"Don't stop what you're doing, boy! We're getting to the
raunchy part of the story and I'd like to time it just right!
"Carl had this weird little roommate named Lester. I think
he thought he was some mad nineteenth-century Russian
revolutionary. Carl said he had been working on his thesis,
comparing Lenin, Stalin and Chairman Mao, for years and years.
He never went to class and seldom came out of his room -- he was
like a little hermit.
"One day, Carl tied me up and he played with me so long, he
had to leave to teach a class. I hadn't gotten off, yet, and he
thought it was funny leaving me tied to the bed until he got back
and we could finish our fun. Soon after Carl left, Lester comes
out of his room and stands at Carl's open bedroom door. I'm
naked as a jaybird and my arms and legs are spread and securely
tied to the bed. He just looks. Who knows if he's ever seen a
naked girl before? I said something clever, like, `Hi, Lester.'
But he doesn't say a word. He finally disappears from the
doorway. About a half hour later, he's back, and he's not
wearing anything below the waist but a hard-on. Still without a
word, he climbs up on the bed, slowly sticks his cock in me and
proceeds to fuck me until he cums! Then he gets up and
disappears out the door.
"Carl comes back from class and we pick up where we had left
off. Don't ask me why I didn't tell him about Lester, but I
didn't. Maybe I felt sorry for the little guy.
"Well, leaving me tied up is a real turn-on for Carl. He
says he almost hyperventilates in class, thinking about me still
tied naked to his bed. What he never knew was that every time --
and I do mean every time -- he left me that way, Lester was
fucking his balls off in my pussy. And he never said a word. I
had to admit that I was getting to a point where I was looking
forward to his little visits! I'd say things to him when he was
on top of me (`nice weather we're having,' `does this mean we're
engaged?' `seen any good movies lately?' `if you don't see what
you're looking for, just ask') and he wouldn't even acknowledge
me, let alone smile. I wasn't even sure that he liked sex,
except by the end of the semester, with a little help from my
mouth, he's fucking me three times in a little over an hour!"
"I can understand his passion."
"Ohhh... Don't talk, Jake, I'm almost there!
"Let me tell you about my last get-together with Carl.
We're in bed, and I'm tied to the bed, again, of course, and
someone knocks on the door. Carl answers the door! It's one of
his buddies -- another nerdy grad student -- and Carl invites him
in to join us. I said, `no way!' and Carl laughed and asked,
`what are you going to do about it, Penny?' He was right, I
wasn't in a position to do anything about it. I never knew if
Carl set me up or not. The two guys took turns with me until
they were both exhausted. I was still so hot, I could have gone
on for days. I was tempted to knock on Lester's door and ask him
if he wanted a turn, but I didn't. He would have probably
fainted.
"Oh, yeah, Jake, oh, yeah! And that's my Carl story. So
you were right to have suspicions about him! Yes! Yes!
Yessssss!"
There were no more stories till the next time.
* * * * * * * * * *
Two Sundays later, Penny and I were in bed. It was a dark,
rainy day and perfect for what we were doing. When I arrived,
Penny had opened the door naked and we fucked on the living room
coffee table as she told me all about her date the night before.
Over coffee, Penny smiled wickedly, "Remember the first time
we fucked, after we split up?"
I had to smile back. "Sure. I met one of your lovers on
the way out. You two had just finished."
Penny nodded, "Yeah. You got `sloppy seconds' and you
seemed to like it."
"I remember you being a little hot to trot, too."
"Oh, yeah, I was. I loved it. It may have been the best
cum I ever had in my life. Well, until just now."
"Well, that's great, Penny. Glad to be of service."
"Not just you."
"What do you mean?"
"There had to be someone else."
"I'm not following."
Penny rolled her eyes, but reached over and gently took my
cock in her hand. "I should have mentioned it, Jake. You just
had sloppy seconds, again!"
BOING!
"Wow, Jake, I think you like sloppy seconds! Bob and I
fucked all night, but I didn't tell you that after we showered
this morning, on his way out, he bent me over the sofa and fucked
me good!"
"Let's do it in bed this time, Penny!"
We were in bed and taking our time. Penny lifted my mouth
away from her breast and asked, "What was another suspicion,
Jake? When was another time you thought I was fucking around on
you?"
"I *KNOW* you were fucked, Penny, but I want to know what
really happened that night I brought you home from the Frat
house?"
She lowered my head back down to her breast. "Hmm, I can't
be much help to you there. I was blotto! I have a hazy memory
of three guys, but, sometimes, I think there were more. I know
my jaw and pussy were sore the next day!"
"Yeah, you told me you gave them blow-jobs and then you
fucked them."
"Well, that's about as much as I remember that night, too;
but I think it was more like they fucked me. God! Remember the
next rush week?"
I chuckled, "Yeah, you entered your tits in a contest. I
still can't believe you didn't win!"
"Mmm... Goin' a little lower, eh? Does it smell a little
musky down there? You're sweet to say that, but the girl that
won was a blonde and had a set of 44s. The crowd ate her up."
"Was it just touchie-feelie, as you said?"
Penny laughed a loud laugh, "Well, maybe it wasn't as
innocent as I portrayed it to you, Dear. I remember giving a few
quick hand-jobs and kissing a few dicks. I think even two
good-looking guys got to give me quickies against a wall. But
the scene started to get bizarre. The guys were getting drunker
and drunker and were quickly getting out of control. Guys were
mauling my tits and ass, and besides a finger or two, they were
trying to shove their fists and bottles up the girls' cunts. All
of us got scared so we all dressed as best we could and got out
of there before a sex riot started.
"The next two rush weeks were better."
I lifted my face, "That was after I moved away. You told me
you didn't go."
She batted her eyelids and smiled, "Sorry, Jake. I lied."
"So tell me."
"Well, the next one was in our Junior year, and we knew a lot
of guys on campus. I think Debbie and I went to at least one
party every night. They were a blast -- free booze, free drugs,
free music. Every party at least one somebody got lucky with
your ex-wife."
"No gang-bangs? No nude dancing?"
"I don't think so, that year. But the next year... We were
Seniors and out for all the fun we could get.
"I remember one night... there was Debbie and me and some
other girl I didn't know. I think we were pretty wasted.
Anyway, we're up in a bedroom with a couple of frat guys and four
prospective pledges. The frat guys told the pledges that they'd
never get into the frat if they didn't have good `penile-pussy
sensitivity.' Everybody got naked and the blindfolded pledges
laid on the floor. Each of us (the three girls) was to take
turns straddling them, giving the boys ten strokes each, then the
boys had to guess which pussy matched which girl. Of course, the
joke was that none of the pledges lasted all thirty strokes. The
first pledge I fucked didn't even last the first ten strokes!
The frat brothers laid into them for being such fast shooters and
threatened to blackball them if they pledged. After a while,
they let the pledges in on the joke. Two pledges stayed in the
room and the seven of us had fun for a couple of hours. I left
another pair of panties on another frat house wall that night!"
I moved up onto Penny and buried my aching cock in her hot
cunt.
"Go slow, Jake, this is nice. Later that week Debbie and I
did enter a striptease contest. It's very sexy to take your
clothes off in front of such a friendly crowd."
"Did you win?"
"No, I think a blonde won that year, too. Maybe I should
have dyed my hair!"
"Any sex?"
"Of course, there was sex, lover. That's what rush week was
all about for the girls that went. I think that night I wound up
with a basketball player who was in the frat. And he gave me a
little present -- a case of the crabs!"
"Christ, Penny, you should write a book!"
* * * * * * * * * *
One Thursday afternoon at the office, my phone rings and
it's Penny, "I'll have something very special for you tomorrow.
Come by around six-fifty -- no later than 7 p.m. I'll have a
guest, and when you see him leave, come in." And she hung up.
Of course I was there the next evening. Right at 7 o'clock,
this big guy comes out of Penny's apartment. As soon as he pulls
away in his car, I sprinted to the door and walked in. I found
Penny naked, in bed. She was on her back with her legs spread
and facing the doorway. Her hands were holding her pussy wide
open. As I stared at the gobs of fresh cum in her soft pubic
hair, and spread around her leaking cunt and dripping into a
growing puddle on the sheet, she smiled at me and said, "You
always want to hear about it. I was wondering if you'd like some
more sloppy seconds while I told you!"
I ripped my pants and boxers down my hips and buried my
instant erection balls-deep into her sloppy-hot pussy. I still
had my shoes and socks on! It was wonderful!
As I started fucking her, Penny told me that the guy that
just left was Brian and he always had enormous cums. He had been
away at some training class for the week, and Penny had promised
him a hot fuck as soon as he got home, if he promised not to cum
all week. She said he saved it all for her all week, but she
teased him and told him she had forgotten about a previous
engagement that she couldn't reschedule. But, she told him she'd
be ready and waiting for a quickie if he drove straight to her
place from the airport. He arrived, buried his cock up her cunt
and let go with a tremendous blast that Penny said she could feel
squeezing out of her pussy, around his buried cock. Then she
chased him away so I could enjoy the fruits of his abstinence.
I don't know if I matched Brian, but I didn't really care as
my orgasm felt like it was blowing the top off my head. Penny
said hers was one of the most intense she'd ever had.
We spent the rest of the weekend in bed, kissing, sucking
and fucking.
That was the weekend Penny told me about the picnic.
I was on the bed on my back and Penny was lowering herself
down on my dick. I reached up to caress her breasts and said, "I
have another suspicion."
"Mmmm, go ahead."
"The store picnic. I believed you when you said nothing
happened because I wanted to believe it. But you two girls,
naked, five naked good ol' boys, all that booze and dope, and
time. I think something went on in those woods."
"You're absolutely right, Jake, something did go on in those
woods. A lot went on in those woods!'
She slowed down on me. I knew she was trying to pace
herself to cum just as she finished the story.
"Those five guys weren't as friendly as we made out at the
time. You and Billy really left Michelle and me in a very bad
spot."
"I know, Penny, I still feel bad about it."
"Well, she deserved it, I didn't. Anyway, they invited us
to go with them and Michelle and I were angry at you and Billy,
so we agreed, so we could teach you a lesson -- we didn't want to
still be where you left us whenever you decided to return.
"They led us to their little pool in the woods and soon made
it clear they were going to fuck us before anyone went swimming.
We were lost, trapped and alone. I didn't know what to do.
"Michelle -- that bitch -- grabbed the bottle of Jack
Daniels and put back a healthy slug. Then she looked at the guys
and asked, `Okay, who's got the biggest dick?'
"The tallest guy said, `I do.'
"Michelle pointed to me and said, `Okay, you get to fuck my
friend, Penny, first! She just loves big cocks'
"So he walks over to me with his hard-on, makes me get on my
hands and knees and just slides it home.
"And that was just the start. For the next two hours or so,
we took them all on. We both fucked all five of them and
probably blew them all, too. I think two or three of them kept
getting hard-ons and fucked us both again. I know I was fucked
eight or nine times.
"I didn't particularly want to be gang-raped but I didn't
see a way out other than cooperating. On the other hand,
Michelle was hot to trot and began blowing one while another
porked her from the rear. You would not have believed how slutty
Michelle behaved, taking two guys at a time! She was loving it,
Jake! She even told the Black guy to fuck her up her ass!
"When you two showed up, we had just gotten out of the pond,
after washing up. What would you have done if you had gotten
there a half-hour sooner?"
"I don't know, Penny. It was a tense situation when we did
get there."
"Tell me about it. I just wanted to get the four of us out
of there before the five guys changed their minds. When we were
saying good-bye, and jerking the two big studs off, they were
asking us for our phone numbers. Can you believe that?"
"So, you didn't have one orgasm the whole time?"
"I didn't say that, Jake. In fact, I must have had twenty
orgasms that afternoon. Just like the one I'm gonna have, right
now!"
* * * * * * * * * *
Sloppy seconds became a sick and twisted habit with us that
we both loved. Penny would even call me at 2 a.m. to tell me to
rush over and bury my cock in her cunt, after it had been
well-used by a lover that night. I never said no.
One night, I was asleep, in bed with a woman I had dated a
few times -- when I got Penny's "just fucked" phone call. I
explained to my date that my ex-wife saw a prowler and I rushed
over to her place for sloppy seconds.
Another night, after I had stripped and buried my cock into
her especially sloppy cunt, she smiled up at me and told me that
I wasn't her second cock of the night, but her third! I was
following two lusty brothers! Penny had been dating one brother
and the other brother was in town and joined them for dinner.
Penny said it wasn't anything she planned, but the wine and the
mood and the moon made it seem like the right thing to do.
Neither brother had minded sharing her and she had enjoyed having
both of them (twice). Then she said she wanted to make it a
perfect night, by calling me over for "sloppy thirds." With
which I soon obliged her.
And every time we fucked, she had another sexy story for me.
According to Penny, she and Debbie Greer cut a wide swath through
the male population at their university. The two of them spent
more time in dorm rooms than the residents. Penny was going
steady with me, or, later, engaged, and wasn't looking for any
commitment from any of the men. Debbie was just a slut who never
thought about anything except the next guy she was going to fuck.
As far as the men were concerned, they were perfect fuck
partners. Most of the time, Penny and Debbie would party with a
pair of guys, but neither of them was opposed to going a little
wild.
Debbie enjoyed making out with two guys. She liked being
the center of their attention and feeling the four hands, two
tongues, and two cocks. She said women were built to make love
with two men. Apparently, it wasn't hard to convince Penny she
was right. Penny said to me, "so every so often, we'd treat
ourselves."
Penny said one Summer weekend, when her parents were away,
she invited Debbie over on Friday for a swim and a sleepover.
Debbie showed up with six horny guys! They stayed the whole
weekend and Penny was chasing them out the backdoor as her
parents pulled into the driveway on Sunday night.
Penny and Debbie volunteered to work the orientation the
Summer before their senior year. She said the school was always
curious why their session had the happiest class of freshman
boys. Penny said she and Debbie gave an all new interpretation
to "incoming freshmen!"
Finally, two nights before we were married, Debbie set a
party up for Penny in a motel room. When Penny got there, Debbie
left. Penny wasn't alone -- Debbie had invited the three guys
she remembered as having the biggest cocks at school. On her way
out, she told Penny to "have fun, fuck them till they die, and I
hope they stretch your pussy so much you won't even feel
Jake-ee-poo on your wedding night!"
Debbie always did like me.
* * * * * * * * * *
One night, we were in bed sipping champaign, when she turned
to me. "Do you have any suspicions left, Jake, or did we clear
them all up for you?"
I thought about it for awhile. "How about your Christmas
and New Year's in Texas?"
"No, other than an uncle being a little friendlier than he
should have been, nothing happened."
"'Nothing happened?' With you, I find that a little hard to
believe. What did he do, feel you up?"
"Yeah, to say the least. I could tell as soon as I got
there -- he couldn't take his eyes off me. He would wander the
house, trying to catch me in the bathroom or the bedroom. He'd
brush by me as closely as possible and his hand or elbow or hip
would brush my ass or tits.
"It soon became funny. I'd sit across from him and
'accidently' let him see I wasn't wearing any panties under my
miniskirt. One night he was in the hall when I came out of the
bathroom after a shower. I was drying my hair and my robe was
loosely tied. He could see just about all of my boobs, except
the nipples. He stopped and looked and then rushed to his room.
I laughed thinking of him whacking off in his room.
"Finally, one day, everyone was out of the house, except the
two of us. I stripped naked and laid on the bed feigning sleep.
I knew he couldn't resist a peek. Sure enough, in a few moments,
I heard the door open and I knew he was in the room. Then he
surprised me -- he got on the bed immediately and slid his
lubricated dick right into my pussy!"
"Your uncle?"
"My mom's older brother."
"Did he say anything?"
"Oh, we talked. He just had the hots for me. We fucked
every chance we got for the rest of the week. Oh, and get
this... I gave him his first blow-job!"
"Incredible story!"
"Yeah, it was. So, anymore suspicions, Dear?"
"I guess that's it."
"Didn't you ever have any suspicions about you friends?"
"My friends?"
"Yeah, Jake, your good buddies. Didn't you ever suspect any
of them?"
"Well... no, I guess I never did. Not Billy -- he was my
best friend."
She smiled and nodded, "Yep, I fucked him."
"What?"
"Yeah, fucked him twice. First time was when we had that
big room at the top of that old house down the beach. I woke up
one morning, feeling a dick bumping against my pussy. At first,
I thought it was you, but when I opened my eyes, it was Billy.
He was grinning like an idiot. I looked around and saw that both
you and Michelle were nowhere to be seen and I guess we both
thought you two were off fucking someplace, so we'd do the same.
He wasn't very good -- too fast and didn't last long at all.
When he was done, he got back in his bed and fell asleep again.
Then you came out of the bathroom, just in time to finish me off.
I knew I could count on you. Sloppy seconds, even then!"
"But Michelle and I didn't fuck."
"I know, I know. You told me what happened, and, Jake,
believe me, if you don't call that a fuck, you only miss by a
technicality!"
"I guess you're right. When was the other time you fucked?"
"When Michelle broke up with Billy."
[Author's note: after working the midnight shift at the
store, during the summer, Billy walked into his bedroom to find
Michelle fucking Billy's older brother -- a Marine home on
leave!].
Penny continued, "You remember how hard he took it. He
was a basket case for weeks. One night he stopped by the house
with a fifth of bourbon and we were drinking as we talked (and he
cried) and by the time the bottle was empty, we were naked and
screwing on my parents' kitchen floor! His lovemaking hadn't
improved."
"Billy, huh? What a surprise."
"He wasn't the only one."
"What do you mean?"
"...of your friends. He wasn't the only one of your friends
to boff me."
"Who else?" I groaned.
Penny laughed and reached for my cock. "Maybe I can ease
the pain, a little."
Later, Penny hugged me close and began talking. "Mike
O'Donnell was a real pussy-hound, did you know that?"
"Umm, we sort of drifted apart after he changed majors and
joined the Frat. When I knew him well, he was pretty stable. He
had been dating Terri Allen for a while before they set us up. I
always figured I owed him a big one for that."
"You're so sweet, but don't worry, Jake. He was paid back
in full!"
"God, him, too?"
"Yeah, when you left for your new job, I'm not sure you had
reached the interstate yet, and he was calling me. Asking me out
to a movie."
"I remember, now, he definitely had the hots for you. He
came up to visit when we were all together at the beach and you
sat there naked as a jaybird and as casual as could be. He liked
you, but he loved your body. Now I remember how he always looked
at you, the bastard."
"Well, the movie turned out to be a drive-in and we wound up
in the back seat. All that summer, at least two nights a week
and on the weekends when you couldn't get home, he'd call and
we'd go to the drive-in. One night, he shows up in a big, black
Cadillac with Vince Capreto. It was amazing what three motivated
people could do in that huge backseat. That happened three or
four more times before Vince went back to school.
"And I think Vince or Mike put the word out on me, because I
was always getting calls from different guys in that crowd --
Kenny, George, Brian, Pat, Sean, on and on."
"Did you fuck them all, Penny?"
"Most. Believe me, Jake, except for you, there's no loyalty
when a guy sees big boobs and sniffs available pussy."
* * * * * * * * * *
Fuck session after fuck session, story after story, I
listened to Penny tell me about the other men in her life. I
found it hard to believe that, even in the "free love" era, Penny
was as promiscuous as she was, and had been. I thought about me,
for two years lonely and missing her so badly, and she was out
getting her pussy fucked off. All the boys, all the men -- was
it all true? Gang-bangs, "best tit" and striptease contests.
One, two, three, four, five, how many men at a time?
I wondered if I ever really knew her at all. Was this the
sweet girl I dated and married? Had she ever loved me? How was
I so blind? Sometimes I thought, "what is wrong with her?" I
wondered if she had been abused, if it was a self-esteem problem,
or if she was just a slut. Maybe, as she said, she was a
fun-loving girl, having fun.
And what about me? I kept coming back for more and more.
If Penny was sick, I was sicker. I was perverted, a masochist.
It was the Seventies and I was single, and I was still fucking my
ex-wife instead of meeting other women. My social life was
stillborn, and when I did go out, nothing my dates said was
nearly as interesting as one of Penny's sex stories. I was
disgusted with myself.
Penny and I would spend an hour, or a day, or a weekend in
bed and when I left, I'd tell myself that that was the last time
-- I was never going back for sex. I knew I had to stop and get
on with my life. But, then... I'd get that phonecall and I'd
drop what I was doing, and Penny and I would be at it again. I
was an addict with an incurable habit.
* * * * *
The only thing that stopped me was going cold-turkey.
Penny had been right about her boss. He was smart and
ambitious and knew the business. Over the years, he had opened
offices in New York, Boston, Chicago and was now ready for the
West Coast. He told Penny she was ready to run one of his
offices and he wanted her to become a partner and open his
Seattle office. Not that I still had a right to be, but I was
really proud of her. It was quite an achievement.
The down side, of course, was that Seattle was going to be
too far to commute!
It was strange losing her. We had been husband and wife,
but even longer, we had been lovers and friends. I was going to
miss her deeply, and I think she felt the same. She was very
busy getting ready, but we managed a weekend together.
* * * * *
There hadn't been any lovers there before me -- no sloppy
seconds. We went out for expensive, romantic dinners. We took
baths together amidst fresh flowers and candlelight. We made
love on satin sheets. We drank brandy older than our parents.
In bed, sated and relaxed, we were quietly enjoying our last
moments together.
Penny lit a cigarette and sipped her brandy. Then she
smiled at me and said, "Jake, I have one more thing to tell you.
I've been debating and debating whether to tell you or not, and I
decided I had to."
"Sure, Penny, whatever you want to say. I'll listen."
"It's about all those things I told you about -- the ones
while we were dating -- my 'crazy' college years."
I felt my double-tined twinge -- excitement and jealousy. I
just nodded.
"It was all a lie!" Penny blurted out.
I didn't understand. "A lie? What was all a lie?"
"All of it, Jake. Well, almost all of it. What I
originally said about orientation week with Carl, and those two
rush parties that you knew about, that was true. But all the
rest... a lie."
"You mean you didn't sleep with my friends and all those
guys at your college? None of that happened?"
She shook her head.
"Why, Penny?"
"That's easy. It was turning us both on. I'm not sure I'll
ever have sex that good again in my life!"
I didn't know what I was feeling, but I knew I was laying
there with my mouth open. Finally, enough brain cells joined
hands, "C'mon, Penny. Are you just telling me this now, so I
don't think you were a bit... ah... promiscuous?"
"I swear, Jake. And I won't deny being a slut, but that was
after we were separated. Don't you get it, yet? Jake, I loved
you! You were the first and, so far, only love of my life, and
since we met, all I ever wanted to do was marry you and live
happily ever after. It was my dream. Fucking around wasn't part
of that dream."
I wasn't sure what I was feeling. I remembered all those
hours in bed with Penny, being spurred on and on by the stories;
but, I also wanted to believe her -- because if it had all been a
lie, then I really did know the Penny I had been in love with.
"Penny, this is quite a shock."
She grasp my hand, "And all those things I told you I did
weren't shocking to you?"
"Well, yeah, some were a little on the bizarre side. I'd
like knowing you weren't gang-raped because I played a stupid
practical joke on you."
"I wasn't gang-raped, Dear. There were a few gropes and
feels while we were swimming, but I think something bad may have
happened if you hadn't found us when you did."
"No Billy, or Mike, or Vince or your boss?"
"Just, you, Baby. I'll swear on a stack of Bibles and I'll
take a lie-detector test. What I said about my college years was
made-up and said for fun. We were both enjoying it, weren't we?"
I lowered my chin on my chest. "I'm embarrassed to admit it
-- I had some mixed feelings -- but I did enjoy it."
"Me, too, Jake. But I'm telling you this, now, because I
want you to think kindly of me. What I want you to remember
about me is that I loved you, and in a non-married way, I still
love you."
"And I love you, Penny."
* * * * * * * * * *
I knew as I watched Penny's plane taxi away from the
terminal I was going to miss her terribly; and, that I was never
going to find another lover like her. I was right -- I haven't.
Penny and I still exchange Christmas and Birthday cards, but
that's the extent of our communications. She makes more money
than she can count and is an avid sailor and pilot. She
re-married (no children). She's happy. I guess I can't wish her
anymore than that.
I was fortunate enough to meet my present wife, and I'm the
happy, proud father of three great teenage girls. Life has been
good to me, too. And I still like listening to those "oldies" on
the radio -- they always dust off a memory or two of growing up
in the Sixties, man.
..............
Oh, yeah.
A couple of years ago, I got word that Vince Capreto's dad
died. I flew down for the funeral. Vince's dad had been
ninety-six when he died and the funeral had more of a sense of
celebration than sadness. It was nice seeing so many old friends
-- even though we had all grown up and grown old!
Sometime after midnight, when most of the people had gone, a
few of us sat around, drinking and talking about old times in our
old party basement -- I was sorry to see the old chair was gone.
In the background, on a CD-player, Smokey Robinson was singing
those notes only he could sing. Someone asked where Penny was
now.
"Seattle. Been there twenty years. She's doing fine."
Mike O'Donnell, obviously feeling no pain, slurred, "Penny
Grant. She was the hottest piece of ass I ever met. She didn't
just like to fuck, she *LOVED* to fuck!"
I saw Vince and a couple of my other old friends nodding
their heads in agreement.
Mike looked around the room and saw me. "Oops, no 'fense,
Jake."
"None taken, Mike."
Penny didn't have to worry. I still think kindly of her.
*
THE END
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