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JBPENNY2
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.
* * *
TO BE CONTINUED