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Find a Penny... (Reminiscing) (c)
Part 1
by J BOSWELL
WARNING: This work of fiction is intended to be read by adults
only. The author requests that you exercise discretion
in posting it. Also, this is a fantasy -- in real
life, please protect your lover and yourself by
practicing safe sex.
Part One of a continuing story
Chapter 1
******* *
It's early 1994 and 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 beach and ocean, nursing
my Sam Adams, listening to an ad for tickets, it sure brought
back the memories...
It was the Sixties, man.
The radio was playing Otis Redding and Motown, James Brown
and Simon and Garfunkel, The Beatles, 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 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 in a big Eastern city and full of myself. Life was
simple and fun, and I had it by the balls and knew it.
A bunch of us were day-hopping (commuting) to school and had
been together since then 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 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
beefroll 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 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'Donnel 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 brothers and sisters.
"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 17 and only 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 always had a sharp, fast tongue and
was 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.
* * * * * * * * * * *
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
Sam and Dave 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 the 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-type 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. 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 -- 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 us 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. 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 towards 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."
"Yessir. Thank you, sir."
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 well on my way.
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! A junior in high school and never had an
orgasm before -- no wonder I wasn't getting laid yet!
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 bad, 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 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?"
"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 little 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, almost 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 "Summit" 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 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, all of
them getting funnier as drunkenness ran rampant as the day
progressed. Over the five years that I worked for Summit,
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 was in 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 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
"guys'" 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 (Chuck Taylor All-Stars, of course!) 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 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, 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 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 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 by 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.
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."
Or I was at that moment. Sure, I had dated a lot of 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 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. 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 over and over, 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 pussy 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 for a week,
tomorrow. 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."
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 her. 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
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 was four of them and I
had been careless. The biggest one moved behind me and wrapped
my arms behind me.
Lawrence stepped up to me. "Putting the moves on Sharon was
the wrong thing to do, goyim."
"Put the moves on? Is that what she told you? She chased
me! We fucked our brains out and she wanted more!"
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. 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-Tastykake 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, 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!
<<<<<< TO BE CONTINUED (someday) >>>>>>
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Find a Penny... (Reminiscing) (c)
Part 2
by J BOSWELL
WARNING: This work of fiction is intended to be read by adults
only. The author requests that you exercise discretion
in posting it. Also, this is fiction -- in real life,
please protect your lover and yourself by practicing
safe sex.
The second part of a continuing story
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 calling Sharon. 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 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 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. For Christmas, I bought Penny a ring
-- and we were officially "going steady." January brought a
report card even my parents were happy with. April was another
demonstration 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. 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 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. 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. 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
male swagger, and you're so damned cute."
Diane dipped under the water and pushed herself to the other
end 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'm almost twenty-two years old, 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.
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. 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. She got a
partial scholarship to the big state university, downtown, and
decided to day-hop, like I did. I was glad she was staying in
town.
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.
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 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 didn't pass the pencil test. None of
the girls were wearing 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, 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 Mideastern Philosophy."
"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. 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. 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-six year old
fucking grad student motherfucker had his cock sucked by my
seventeen-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?"
"Eight." It was a tiny whisper.
"Eight?! 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. 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 sex for 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.
* * *
TO BE CONTINUED
(c) Copyright October, 1996 by J BOSWELL, all rights, except
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Reposter's note: Thanks to Ole Joe, who seems to care very much about this
author. Let's hope the author continues his story someday.
Hey, part one is from 1994 and part two from 1996! Now it's 1998... :-)
-- CJ
I don't write any stories. I'm just a reader, and sometimes a reposter.
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