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JBPENNY3
Find a Penny... (Reminiscing)
Part 3
by J. BOSWELL
(J.Boswell@usa.net)
(c) Copyright July 1997 and November 1998 by J BOSWELL, all
rights, except those explicitly detailed below, ARE RESERVED
BY THE AUTHOR. Electronic distribution (as a text file on
an "adults only" site) is permitted without alteration, but
inclusion in any type of "publication" offered for sale
(eg., book, magazine, CD-ROM, etc.), or "subscription-only"
sites requires the author's explicit permission.
WARNING: This work of fiction is intended to be read by adults
only. The author has uploaded it only to "Adults, only"
sites, and requests that you exercise the same
discretion. Also, this is fiction -- in real life,
please protect your lover and yourself by practicing
safe sex.
*
Part Three of Five
*
Chapter 10
******* **
*
There was no fucking way I was ever going to call Penny
again! Never, never, never!
I was pissed. Royally, deeply, hotly pissed. And hurt. I
couldn't believe that Penny went away to that fucking orientation
session one person and returned quite another.
I kept thinking of Penny (my Penny!), naked, her nipples
wrinkled and hard, her thighs spread open, in bed with this
27-year-old, fake-hippie, professional-student, jail-baiter.
I couldn't sleep. I wasn't hungry. I didn't even want a
drink. I laid in bed and wondered over and over: `Is this it for
Penny and me? Are we still a couple?' I didn't know the
answers.
Fuckin' Carl! Too fucking old to be picking on a
sixteen-year-old, soon-to-be-freshmen. Getting Penny stoned and
drunk. Seeing her completely naked. Filling his hands with her
firm, young breasts. Kissing and licking her hard nipples.
Doing things with her before I did them with her.
Eating her!
Goddammit!
And Penny! She was certainly a willing participant. She
didn't blame Carl for what he did. She had been there every
night, she knew what was going on. She was enjoying her guilt-
free sex. If she had felt bad about it, she could have stopped
after the first time. She laid there night after night, sweaty
and naked, with him licking her pussy. Then she went down on
him, filling her mouth with his hard cock and his hot spunk.
ARGH! I was driving myself crazy.
For the first time, Penny had been away from home and away
from me and, all of a sudden, she was a real college student. I
guess she was beginning to feel curious and experimental and sexy
and newly independent -- going without her bra -- and maybe she
was feeling like a woman for the first time, instead of just a
a daughter, a sister, or a girlfriend.
Wait a minute! What was I doing, making excuses for Penny?
Or was I really beginning to get what was going on with the two
of us?
Worse, something else was tugging at me. I was beginning to
realize what I felt for Penny. Like a shot to the gut, I
realized that I truly loved her and didn't want to stop seeing
her, no matter what had gone on in that fucking dorm room. I
wasn't forgiving her -- I didn't feel that I was entitled to
forgive her -- I was `accepting' what had gone on.
Here we were, two healthy, lusty teens -- young adults --
overflowing with hormones. We were happy together. We loved
each other. We had unbelievable sex together. But I was
beginning to see that we were just a part of a big world out
there. Penny was a sexy young woman who loved sex and, until
that week, had only tried it with me. Maybe experimentation was
natural. I had had my fling and I had danced with other girls;
and, now, Penny was doing her own dancing. It was part of who
and where we were, part of growing up.
Neither one of us was interested in getting married at that
moment. Hell, if we did get married, it was years away. Penny
was still 16 and I was 19. I still had two years of college and
Penny hadn't even started, yet. Would we stay monogamous for
five or six more years -- until we were both out of college and
starting careers? *COULD* we stay monogamous for that long? We
hadn't so far. If we stayed together, incidents were going to
happen during those years -- and not all of them would be good
things for us as a couple.
Was I adopting motherfucking Carl's "free love" philosophy?
No, I didn't think so. Sure, I'd like to bang every eligible
woman on the planet with no guilt and no ramifications; but, I
wouldn't enjoy Penny having the same freedom to fuck
indiscriminately. And what's fair is fair -- if I didn't want
her to do it, I wouldn't do it, either. Or, at least I'd try.
What was I thinking?
I wasn't sure -- it was three o'clock in the fucking
morning. I just knew that if Penny and I continued to date -- to
go steady -- for a long time, "situations" were bound to occur.
I had had one, and now Penny had had one (okay, nine!), too. I
had wanted her to forgive me and move on, and now I had to do the
same -- move on.
I finally fell asleep at 4 a.m.
When I woke at 11 the next morning, I crawled to the phone
and called Penny.
* * * * *
Five weeks later, her parents were out of town for the
night, and her sister had gotten married and moved out, so we had
the house to ourselves. Penny had baked a couple of potatoes and
cooked steaks on the grill. I showed up with a six-pack of beer
and a fifth of ginger brandy. Later, when the dishes were done
and the beer was gone, and the brandy had taken a major hit, we
made our way up to Penny's bedroom.
We had talked about it. We knew what was going to happen.
We were in no hurry. There was no rush. We undressed each other
while we kissed and fondled. When we were naked, I worshipped
Penny's beautiful breasts with my hands and mouth and tongue.
Her hands caressed my neck and shoulders and chest and back. It
was so quiet and we were so relaxed with each other.
This was the first time I experienced the comfort of having
sex in a bed and was enjoying it when, for the briefest instant,
I had a flash of Penny and her old friend, Carl, in her dorm room
bed. `Move on, Jake,' I quickly told myself.
My mouth worked its way down across her stomach, into her
pubic hair. It was dark, soft and curly, and smelled of soap.
Her hands held me there through her first orgasm of the night.
I was on my back while Penny kissed and sucked my flesh --
my lips, my ears, my neck, my nipples, my thighs, my cock. I
wanted to stop Penny before I came like that. I wanted to. It
felt so good as I exploded and she sucked my cum from my dick.
We cuddled. We talked and touched and murmured. We
snuggled. Penny giggled when she felt life returning to my
penis. She put a towel under us on the bed, and then rubbed a
tiny bit of Vaseline on her hand and began stroking me back to
full length. My exploring fingers confirmed she was warm and
moist. It was the moment.
"Rubber?" I asked.
She shook her head, "Not tonight."
I was over her, my hips between her spread thighs. I could
feel her heat.
"You know I love you, don't you?"
She smiled. "And I love you, Jake."
Her fingers guided me between her pussy-lips. My cock
spread them open as I slowly pressed down. Penny was moaning
with pleasure.
"Tell me if it hurts."
"More," she said.
I gave her more. Slowly. Slowly. Until I was in. I
hesitated, savoring the pleasure, but our hips took over,
grinding against each other and pulling away from each other. I
was pumping in and out -- deep, long strokes. I felt fantastic.
"Oh, God! Why did I wait so long?" Penny cried. And then
she was coming. Coming stronger and longer than I had ever seen
her come. Her nails scraped my back, her legs crushed me, her
hips bounced and her cunt spasmed.
I was gone, too. Caught up in the whole experience, I began
my cum, filling Penny's cunt for the first time.
Don't ask me how long that "little death" lasted -- I
couldn't even guess. Our bodies were sweaty and slippery as we
rubbed against each other. A drop of sweat fell from my chin and
splashed on Penny's neck. I rolled off and as I did, my slimy
cock slid out of its warm hole.
Penny smiled at me, "Boy, I didn't want that to end!"
"Me either. But, we can do it again!"
She glanced down at my soft cock. "How soon, stud?"
I shrugged.
"Well, the least I can do is clean you up."
I thought she was getting up to get a washcloth, but,
instead, she moved down and took my dick in her mouth, sucking
and licking our combined juices from my flesh. It felt
wonderful.
Later, still naked in her bed, enjoying a cigarette and
another brandy, we talked about what wonderful lovers we were.
After a short nap, we made love again. And before dawn,
again, the two of us on our knees, me behind Penny, slamming my
hips against her creamy ass as I fucked her doggie-style; she was
moaning so loud with each stroke I was afraid a neighbor would
call the police.
In the shower we soaped each other's body, slipping and
sliding our hands everywhere.
"Any soreness?" I asked as my soapy hands squeezed and slid
off her perfect tits.
"Mmmmm... I like that! Well, my pussy knows that its been
fucked."
"I meant even the first time. I thought there'd be pain and
bleeding."
"Me, too," she said as her soapy hands cupped my balls and
slid along my hardening cock. "Here I am holding out so long,
preserving my virginity like some Jane Austin heroine, and I may
have already lost it riding horseback or playing field hockey.
What a waste of good screwing time!"
"So you liked it?"
Penny bent over, under the spray, "Rinse that devil off and
hide it again, Jake!"
* * * * *
Like everything else having to do with sex, Penny
immediately became an enthusiastic lover. After that first
night, we made love and fucked each other every opportunity we
had. We fucked lying down, standing up, bent over, kneeling,
sitting. In the house, behind the house, on top of the house, in
Penny's bedroom, in my bedroom, in the basement, on steps, in the
woods, on golf courses -- everywhere. Over the next few weeks, I
thought I could write a new sex manual called "CARma-Sutra"
because we had tried out about a hundred and one positions in,
on, and under a car.
I thought I was going to have to get a second job just to
afford condoms!
*
Chapter 11
******* **
*
"Oh blah di, oh blah da...
Life goes on." (Lennon & McCartney)
*
Dating Penny, going to school, partying, working, drinking,
road trips, protesting the war, hanging-out... life was full and
fun. A lot was happening, in my life and in the country.
Friends were going off to Viet Nam and to Canada. I was beaten
and arrested at a "Peace" Rally in Washington. My hair and
sideburns were getting longer and I wasn't wearing a button-down,
oxford shirt to school anymore.
After a pregnancy scare, we abandoned the rhythm and condom
method of birth control and Penny went on the pill. Like the
music playing on the radio, the sex kept getting better and
better.
It wouldn't be much of a story if things just stayed where
they were that morning in Penny's shower, and the two of us lived
happily ever after. We had a long way to go and the road wasn't
that smooth.
The first big bump happened that same Fall.
* * * * *
Penny's university was state-run but one of the campus
organizations was the Catholic Student Club. Our crowd of guys
knew a lot of people in the CSC from high school, and we often
went "stag" to the CSC open houses or Friday night dances. Their
beer was always cold and cheap, and those Catholic girls, now so
far away from the protecting nuns, were such fun to be around.
This one Friday night, a crowd of us went to the CSC for a
dance. They had a big townhouse in Frat Row and the dances were
held in the basement -- dark, crowded, hot and loud, it was
perfect.
I was squeezed between two other guys, peeing in the toilet.
When one of them left, the next guy in line squeezed in. It was
Pat Sweeney, an old friend from high school who partied with our
crowd regularly.
"Ahhhh... How's it goin', Jake?"
"Better now, Patrick, me boy. I was about to burst."
"Me, too. Where's Penny? I haven't run into her, yet."
"Penny? She's not with me. Did she say she was going to be
here?"
"Nah. But I saw her and that cute slut she hangs around
with in the parking lot, tonight. I just assumed."
"Who did you see her with, Debbie?"
"Yeah, Debbie. She always looks ready to fuck, doesn't she?
Her reputation is she's fucking her way around campus. Can't
wait for my turn!"
We finished and zipped up and squeezed out the door, past
the line. The music was too loud for much conversation, but I
did find out from Pat that the Frats were all having Rush Week
parties. Just great.
As I was fighting to get near the keg for another beer, I
decided I wanted some air. Outside, it was a beautiful Fall
night in the city. The street was brightly lit and crowded with
kids; and the music from all the Frat houses combined to make a
cacophonous roar of guitars and drums. As I looked at the
townhouses filled with happy, mostly-drunk people, I knew Penny
was there in one of them, and I began to wonder what she was
doing -- especially with Debbie, a proven bad influence.
I started walking up and down the block, looking in the
windows. I knew my search was hopeless. An hour later, cold and
sober, I went into one of the Frat houses to see if I could get a
beer. The place was packed and the bodies were cheek to jowl. I
couldn't get near the bar, even if I knew where it was. The
second house was the same, but the third wasn't as crowded and I
scored a beer.
It was getting late and the crowds were thinning out. I
searched two more houses without luck, but my luck changed at the
next house. The band in the basement was making the first floor
bounce under my feet. I guessed everyone was down there dancing.
I stepped up to a lonely looking keg, pumped out a beer and
looked around. People were either making out or crashing on the
sofas and the floor. In the corner, on the floor, slumped
between a chair and the wall was Debbie Greer, Penny's friend,
passed out.
As I bent over her, it was obvious from the smell that it
wasn't spilled beer down her sweater, she had puked all over
herself. I got my hands under her arms and tried to get her up
off the sticky floor.
"Le'me 'lone!"
"Come on, Debbie. Let me clean you up a little."
She finally got her feet under her and we made it into the
bathroom. I wet my handkerchief and wiped her face.
"Oh, that feels better. I got sick."
"No shit. Here's my hanky, wipe your front off."
Debbie attempted a leer, "You do it, Jake-ee."
"Here, wipe."
She shook her head and started to take her sweater off,
"Gotta rinse it in the sink."
Of course she wasn't wearing a bra. She was the staunch
supporter of not wearing support. She was the girl who told
Penny to forget about all the feminist arguments, that it was
just sexier to go braless. And she had a pair of tits almost to
rival Penny's.
She rinsed her sweater and squeezed the water out of it.
Then she proudly stuck her chest out and handed me my hanky,
"Wipe me off."
I took the hanky and wiped the sticky-looking areas. Debbie
was moaning like we were making love.
"Come on, Debbie, give me a break. I'm looking for Penny.
Where is she?"
Debbie smiled, "I'm right here, right now."
I looked at her unfocused eyes. I handed her her sweater,
"Put this on, will you? You'll catch a cold. Where's Penny?"
"Okay, mister spoilsport! She's having a little fun, so I
thought we could have a little fun, too. You wouldn't be my
first guy tonight. Does that turn you on?"
"What do you mean, `Penny's having a little fun?' Where is
she?"
"You're such a prude, Jake. It's the Sixties -- Eisenhower
isn't president, anymore -- get with it! The last time I saw
your darling, little Penny, she was headed upstairs -- and she
was not alone."
I left Debbie standing there and headed up the steps. The
problem at the top was that there were a lot of doors, all
closed, and I didn't want to open the wrong one and get my head
bashed by a bunch of drunken Frat brothers for invading their
brother's privacy. Maybe I also didn't want to see what Penny
was doing behind one of those closed doors.
I went back downstairs. Debbie was still topless, still
standing in the bathroom, but locked in a kiss with a guy. She
saw me standing there and winked at me as she closed the door. I
had to get out of there before I went crazy.
I stayed outside, leaning on a car, watching the staircase
through the front window. I wanted to leave. I shouldn't have
gone looking for Penny. She didn't interfere with my Friday
nights out and here I was interfering with hers. Only, tonight,
I knew too much to leave. She didn't go upstairs in a Frat house
to inspect the plumbing. I knew what she was doing.
Stay or go? Stay or go? I was still trying to decide when
I saw Penny coming down the steps. She was being helped by two
guys who looked like they played football. Penny was between
them, her feet barely touching the steps, giggling at something
one of them said. They dumped her on the sofa and headed
downstairs. It was obvious she was shit-face-drunk.
I went back in and knelt in front of her. She looked at me
and after a few heartbeats, she started to recognize me. "Hiya,
sweetie! What're you doing here?"
"I came to get you, Penny."
"But I drove."
"Yeah, but you can't drive now, can you?"
She looked serious, thinking that over, "Nope, can't drive,
now."
She could barely stand, and walking was a serious challenge.
I found her car in the nearly empty parking lot and loaded her
into the passenger seat.
"Whoo! These seats are cold! Where are my panties?"
Shit!
"Sorry. I don't have them, Penny. I wish I did."
She giggled. "I guess they're on the wall."
"The wall?"
"Yep, the room I was in -- the whole wall was covered with
panties."
Shit! Shit! Shit!
She slept or passed out most of the way home. I stopped at
a diner and got a couple of coffees to go and parked in our usual
spot on lovers' lane.
"Penny. Penny, wake up."
"'mawake."
"Here's some coffee. I can't take you home like this."
"Hey, where's Debbie?"
"She's okay. She met someone at the Frat house. She'll be
okay."
Penny nodded and sipped her coffee. "She always meets
somebody. She's a tramp, you know."
"I know."
"But she's fun. She just has hot pants for men."
"How about you, Penny?"
"Me? What about me?"
"I saw you coming downstairs tonight."
She giggled, "Oops! Are you mad, Jake?"
"I won't be mad tonight. You're too drunk to argue with."
"Wanna fuck?"
"Do you want to fuck, Penny?"
"We can, but I have to tell you that it'll be a little
messy."
I felt the stab in my chest. "So, you fucked a Frat boy?"
She giggled again and held up three fingers, "Three of them.
I was just dancing with one guy and we went upstairs to talk and
smoke a joint. The joint got me horny and then we started
messing around and another guy came in. Then another one! I
thought they'd be happy with blow-jobs, but they weren't. They
wanted to fuck, too. They were nice, but they wouldn't take `no'
for an answer."
Penny was turning the knife that she had buried in my heart.
I felt tears form in my eyes. I was having trouble swallowing.
I looked at her. She was so drunk. She had been so stupid -- it
could have been a lot worse. I loved her so much.
I put my arm around her and she leaned against me and fell
asleep. We stayed that way a long time, until I drove her home.
I opened the door and she managed to get in her house alright. I
walked to the nearest bus stop and waited. When the bus came it
was empty. It was a long, lonely ride home.
On our date the next night, Penny apologized for "whatever"
happened in the Frat house. I started to ask a few questions,
but she asked me if we could not talk about it ("Ever!") I
agreed. What good would it do to dwell on it? It happened and
it was over. My girlfriend fucked three fratrats at a party --
what was the big deal? As I told myself the last time -- I had
to move on.
Oh, yeah, back at class that next Monday, Debbie told Penny
that I had ripped her sweater off and played with her naked tits
until she shoved me away and a frat guy came to her rescue. What
a bitch!
*
Chapter 12
******* **
*
We were both on our good behavior for a while -- at least as
far as other people were concerned. We were still fucking like
minks every chance we got. Maybe as a result of Penny's night at
the Frat house, we began to spend a lot more time together. On
Friday nights, after I finished at the grocery store, instead of
heading out with my buddies, I'd drive over to Penny's and we'd
make popcorn and play Scrabble until her parents went to bed.
Things settled into a routine. I finished my Junior year
with good marks and Penny finished her Freshman year on the
Dean's List. It was Summer. Penny was working at a department
store and I was working all the hours I could get at the
supermarket.
The store was open until 9p.m. during the week and Saturday
and 10p.m. on Friday. The manager usually scheduled only two
part-timers to work the registers on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
and Saturday. We rotated our nights and usually worked with a
different person each time. The only restriction was that the
manager never scheduled Billy and me to work together -- he
thought we clowned around too much (which we did, but we got the
work done).
It was several weeks into the Summer schedule before I
realized that I was working with this girl, Susan, almost every
night I'm working. I don't mind -- she's a nice girl and does
her share of the work. And she's cute, a really cute redhead,
but young. She was just 16 and going into her Senior year of
high school, also skipping a grade in elementary school. We get
along fine, but we're just co-workers. Or so I thought.
One night, as we're cashing out, she asks me if I can give
her a ride home. It's on the way and I said no problem. The
next night, she needs a ride, again. On the third night we work
together, things change.
As I open the door and she gets in, she gives me a great
flash of her pretty, young thighs. When I get behind the wheel I
notice the hem of her uniform is high up her legs and she's
showing a lot of firm, white flesh. Conversation is normal on
the ride home, but when I go to push a Rolling Stones tape into
the 8-track, she asks if we can listen to the Miracles, instead.
We drive, singing along to Smokey. Outside of her house she asks
if she can stay to hear the end of the song. Then, before she
opens the door, she leans over and gives me a light kiss across
the lips.
"Thanks for the rides, Jake. I really appreciate it."
"No problem, Susan. Anytime."
She gets out and bends over, looking in the window, "See you
tomorrow."
Now I see that she's opened more than a few buttons down the
front of her uniform. She's not as well-endowed as Penny, but
she was still showing the top of a white, lacy bra and a lot of
skin.
Better late than never, the lightbulb goes off in my brain
as I pull away from the curb -- `I think she's flirting with me!'
* * * * *
I can think of a lot of reasons not to let anything develop
-- Penny, Susan's age, dating someone you work with, gossip at
the store, etc. But, at the same time, I can physically feel my
ego being boosted. What guy doesn't like a cute girl coming on
to him? She was young and I was taken, but that didn't stop me
from smiling at Susan every time our eyes met in the store, over
that weekend. I was looking forward to working alone with her on
Monday night.
On Monday night, Susan again asked for a ride home. I had
the Miracles in the tapedeck when the car started, and ten
seconds after we parked in front of her house, we were locked in
each other's arms, with our tongues examining the other's
tonsils. Susan was one hell of a kisser.
True to my Irish-Catholic upbringing, when we broke for some
air, I was already feeling guilty. "Susan, you know I'm dating
Penny, don't you?"
Susan leaned towards me, "Sure, I met her at the parties."
Once a month, or so, somebody's parents went out for the
night, and the teenage employees got together for an impromptu
party. Dates were optional, but I usually brought Penny with me.
Susan softly kissed me on the lips, "I know about Penny,
Jake. What's the big deal?"
I have to admit that, as she pressed her body into mine, I
couldn't come up with an answer to her question.
Each night that week, we parked outside Susan's house and
made-out for an hour or so. I guess because she was so much
younger than me (and I sometimes felt like a dirty old man), I
pretty much kept my hands to myself. I was having fun necking
with her, and I didn't want to push her into anything she didn't
want to do.
It was obviously the wrong approach. The next Monday night
that I drove her home, soon after we started kissing, Susan took
my hand and shoved it into her uniform top. All of a sudden we
were doing a lot more than necking! We started going to the
lovers' lanes after that -- anyplace dark and not crowded.
Susan was as enthusiastic as Penny. Both of us naked in the
backseat, touching and licking and kissing and sucking each
other's sex-sweaty skin. Her breasts were small but, oh, so
firm, with lovely small nipples, perfectly centered. Her pussy
seemed always wet and warm, covered with a thick patch of dark
red hair. Her mouth was hungry for me. Her two rules were: "I'm
not going all the way, yet," and "I can't swallow it, so don't
ask me." They were two rules I had no trouble living with.
* * * * *
As we approached the Fall and school starting up again, it
became obvious that Susan was looking for more from me than I was
willing to give. I reminded her that I was up-front with her
about Penny, but after the nights we had spent steaming up the
car windows for hours, it wasn't a convincing argument. She
wanted someone who would take her out on real dates and I
understood that, but I wasn't the guy for her. We had the
"break-up," with me feeling like shit, holding Susan as she
cried. But after the first week or so, Susan began to warm to me
again, and we continued to work together with no problems. I
even gave her rides home, dropping her off at her door and
receiving a peck on the cheek as she got out of the car. It had
been a great summer fling for me, and, after recalling several of
Penny's adventures, it didn't leave too thick a residue of guilt.
*
Chapter 13
******* **
*
School started and Penny and I were quickly back into our
routine. I had had my little fling with Susan during the Summer,
and as far as I knew, Penny had been on her good behavior, so I
was feeling some guilt. I vowed to behave myself.
Penny was still tight with her friend, Debbie, and we saw
more of each other when school got back in session. Sometimes we
would double-date to the movies or a party. Other times we would
hang out at Penny's or Debbie's house.
Debbie was an incredible irritant to me. She loved getting
on my nerves at every opportunity. It was obvious that she
considered me an anchor around Penny's neck and competition for
Penny's time. She would go out of her way to remind me of how
Penny had carried on with Carl during orientation, or about the
rush party where Penny had her triple-header. What a bitch! I
tried to stay calm around her for Penny's benefit.
And she was a slut. She fucked everything that walked
upright and had a dick. We would give her a ride home from a
party where she had just met a guy, and the two of them would be
going at it in the backseat before all the car doors were closed.
As we drove, we had to listen to Debbie giving orders behind us:
"Fuck me! Yeah, squeeze my tits! Pinch my nipples hard! Fuck
my cunt!" And then her loud climaxes would almost shatter the
windshield.
I had no idea why Penny hung with her, and I don't think she
knew.
Fall Rush Week was approaching, again, and I knew that it
would be an issue with Debbie. I was right.
Debbie was driving Penny crazy about not wanting to go to
the rush parties alone, that they were best friends, that she
(Debbie) was counting on Penny, blah, blah, blah. Penny told me
that after what happened the year before, she wasn't all that
comfortable going, but it was really pissing Debbie off and she
didn't want to let her down and loose her as a friend (don't ask
me why). She decided that if it was all right with me, she would
go with Debbie only on Thursday and Friday nights.
What was I going to say -- `No, you can't go?' Who was I to
put my foot down? I told Penny I trusted her and reminded her
that I wouldn't be there to drive her home, so to go easy on the
booze and pot. I was hoping that if she managed to keep sober
and off the dope, she'd manage to keep her panties, this time.
It seemed like a long time until Saturday night. On the way
to Penny's house, I was convinced that I would be able to tell
from her face if anything happened at the frat parties. I was
wrong. Penny was all smiles and we kissed when we got into the
car, and I still couldn't tell jack-shit.
"So, how were the rush parties?"
"Fine. You don't have anything to worry about, Jake. I
behaved myself. A few kisses and a few little feels, that's all.
All in good fun."
I nodded. I didn't say anything because I didn't want her
to see how relieved I was.
We grabbed a quick burger and then went to a party. With my
luck, Debbie was already there and drinking heavily when we got
there.
"Oh, here's the `couple of the year.'"
"Debbie."
"And I'm happy to see you, too, Jake-ee-poo. You missed a
hot time, loverboy! Your girlfriend was a wild woman! I had to
drag her home, both nights!"
"I'm sure." I knew she was just trying to get my goat.
"Penny told me all about it."
Debbie's eyes snapped open, "She did? I'm surprised!"
Penny rolled her eyes and grabbed my hand, pulling me toward
the bar.
Later that night, as we were dancing to a slow song, I asked
Penny, "So, what didn't you tell me?"
"Nothing, Jake."
"You know Debbie's gonna tell me."
"No, she won't!"
"`No, she won't tell' me what, Penny?"
Penny buried her head in my shoulder. "mumblemumble"
"What?"
She moved her face up to my neck and began nibbling on my
earlobe. "I danced."
Her lips and tongue on my ear felt wet and warm and
promising. "Mmmm... Well, that's no big deal."
"It was a `best tits' contest."
"What?"
"You heard me, Jake. It was late and we had all been
drinking all night. Those guys took one look at Debbie and me
when we walked in and actually threw us up on to the stage with
the other contestants."
"Tell me about it."
Another slow song started and we held each other tightly.
"You would have loved it, Mr. Titman. There were twelve of
us and the band played `The Stripper' over and over and we
stripped and wiggled our tits at the crowd."
"So, you won, right?"
"You're so sweet, Jake. No, but I came in second. I lost
to a natural blonde."
"How do you kn- Oh. You showed more than your tits, huh?"
"Well, it didn't start out like that, but by the third girl,
it was a total strip. Say, is that a gun in your pocket, or are
you just glad to see me?"
I had to admit I was turned on listening to my girlfriend
tell me about stripping naked in front of crowd of fratrats.
"I'm just glad to see you, I guess."
"I know what you mean. Let's sneak into the laundryroom for
a quickie."
We casually opened the door to the back of the basement and
closed the door behind us. Penny stepped over to the washer and
dropped her panties. I had dropped my jeans and shorts and was
ready when she lifted her skirt and she bent over.
"Ohhggg! That feels good, Jake. Do it slow."
"So tell me about the contest." I reached up under her
blouse and filled my hands with her wonderful, second-place tits.
"Oooo... Well, by the time all twelve of us were naked and
the guys had voted, our clothes had disappeared off the stage.
We had to get down in the crowd and find our things. One guy
would have a shoe and you'd have to hug and kiss him and let him
feel you up before he gave it to you. Oh, yeah, honey! That
feels sooo gooood!"
"Go on." It was very sexy fucking in the laundryroom, only
five feet from the party. I was very aroused.
"Oh, you feel sooo hard! Sometimes the article belonged to
you, and sometimes it didn't, so you had to keep going. Some
guys only felt my tits or grabbed my ass, but others were shoving
their fingers up my pussy. They would pour beer on my tits and
lick it off. I was very hot and wet. I wanted to get fucked,
but there were too many guys and nowhere to go. Besides, it was
near out of control and I didn't want that to actually happen, I
was just hot enough to want to do it."
"I know what you mean." I was trying to hold back, but
listening to her story was pushing me over the edge too fast.
"Oh, oh, Baby! I'm cumming!"
"Me, too, Penny!"
* * * * *
On the way home, we stopped at a diner for coffee. The
excitement of sex was over and rational thought was starting to
twist that little jealous switch in my brain.
"You're going to get a reputation, Penny." I was trying to
keep that little whinny tone out of my voice, but I wasn't
succeeding very well.
Penny smiled and reached for my hand across the table, "I
already hang with Debbie, how much worse can my reputation get?"
"Don't you care?"
"About what, Jake? About what a bunch of drunk guys I'll
never date think about me? I don't care about them."
"Why not? Guys you go to school with see you naked more
than I do."
"Jake, stop it. It was just something that was wild and
naughty and seemed like it would be fun. And it was. Don't tell
me you never do something wild when you're out with your friends
and drinking. Why is it different for me?"
"Because, with you, it always seems to involve sex."
"But this wasn't sex."
"Penny, you were naked in front of a hundred guys, shaking
your tits and letting them shove their hands up your pussy.
That's sex!"
Penny pulled me up out of the booth. "Come on, Lover. Pay
the check and come with me and I'll show you what sex really is!"
And she did.
(To be continued.)