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JBPENNY4
Find a Penny... (Reminiscing)
Part 4
by J. BOSWELL
(J.Boswell@usa.net)
(c) Copyright November, 1998 by J BOSWELL, all rights, except
those explicitly detailed below, ARE RESERVED BY THE AUTHOR.
Electronic distribution (as a text file on an "adults only"
site) is permitted without alteration, but inclusion in any
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author's explicit permission.
WARNING: This work of fiction is intended to be read by adults
only. The author has uploaded it only to "Adults, only"
sites, and requests that you exercise the same
discretion. Also, this is fiction -- in real life,
please protect your lover and yourself by practicing
safe sex.
*
Part Four of Five
*
Chapter 14
******* **
*
Between the two of us, things subtly changed after that
second `Rush' weekend. Penny and I grew even closer. I think we
had gotten to a stage in the relationship where we both felt
safest and most comfortable being with each other. Other than
classes, she wasn't hanging with Debbie as much. I wasn't going
out with the guys as often. When we did go out to a party, it
was usually with my friends, most of whom were in steady
relationships -- it was usually all couples.
Everything was going smoothly until the holidays approached.
Penny's grandmother was having health problems and her
family decided to visit her in Texas over the holidays. Penny
wanted to see her grandmother but didn't want us to spend
Christmas and New Years apart. Mr. Grant, Penny's father,
graciously invited me along, but I knew better than to ask my
parents if I could spend what was probably my last Christmas
living home away. Besides, I had job interviews and extra hours
at the store scheduled for the whole break. I drove the Grants
to the airport and Penny and I had a slightly tearful scene at
the airport.
Christmas was quiet and Penny and I spoke on the phone. She
was having fun, seeing cousins she hadn't seen in years, but she
said she missed me. I know I missed her.
New Year's Eve was always one of the busiest days at the
store. Everybody is buying food for their parties and the place
is packed from opening to closing. By the time the store finally
closed, I was beat, and with Penny away, I figured I'd sit home
and watch Guy Lombardo on the TV and go to bed early. But when I
got home, there was a message from Vince Capreto -- some of the
old gang was getting together at his house, and I was to come
with or without a date.
I hadn't seen much of Vince over the last couple of years.
Vince's father's strategy had worked -- Vince, after repeating
his sophomore year and toughing out his junior and senior years
in the ritzy prep school, had gotten into Brown. He was an Ivy-
Leaguer, and not working all that hard for decent grades.
The party was fun. College had split up the old high school
crowd and it was great to see some people I hadn't seen in years.
One person who was there was Annette Parker, and she looked
better than ever. A little while after I got there, she stepped
over to me and smiled.
"Well, hello, Jake. Still babysitting your little sister?
I don't see her."
"No, my folks let me out of the house alone, tonight. How
have you been, Annette?"
"Good. I've been good, Jake. You haven't been around much.
I didn't think I was ever going to see you, again. They kick you
out of college, yet?"
"Not yet, but the gig is up in May."
"And then?"
"I guess an all-expense-paid tour of lovely South Viet Nam,
unless I can get into a pair of lace panties for the Draft Board
exam."
Annette smiled that dazzling smile, again, and leaned close,
saying into my ear, "I don't think getting into panties is all
that much of a problem for you."
I wasn't quite sure how she meant that, but since it was
Annette, I thought it best to let it pass. "So, who are you here
with?"
"My boss, the guy in the lime green jacket, over there."
The guy looked like he was fifty years old, but was dressed
like a London teenybopper in wide bellbottoms and a shirt with
big ruffles on the collar and cuffs. "Oh."
"Come on, Jake. It's not that bad. He owns a film
distribution company, downtown. He's showing me the business so
I can be more than a secretary someday. I didn't go to college,
like some people. Well, I better be getting back to him.
Listen, Jake, it's nice to see you, again. Don't leave without a
Happy New Year kiss."
"Sure, Annette. It's always nice to see you." And I meant
that. I watched her walk across the room, her skirt so short I
was convinced I could see the bottoms of her asscheeks just at
the hem.
"What an ass!" Mike O'Donnell had stepped up next to me.
Mike had joined a Fraternity, so we didn't see that much of each
other around campus anymore.
"For sure," I replied. "The rest of her is lookin' pretty
terrific, too."
"Oh, yeah! Still dating Penny, Jake?"
"Sure am, Mike. When you set somebody up with a blind date,
you do a good job. How about you? I heard you're not dating
Terri Allen anymore."
"Nah, but sometimes I miss her. She was one sweet piece of
ass. She went away to school and we didn't last long after that.
I knew how much she liked fucking, and I kept thinking about all
those Boston boys she was probably keeping happy. The best way
is never letting them out of your sight -- there are always
pussy vultures circling. Be glad Penny stayed in town."
"I am, but when I look at Annette in that skirt, even I have
my doubts!"
We laughed and headed for the bar.
* * * * *
Four a.m. and the party was dying. Some people had moved on
to other parties, some had passed out, some had gone somewhere
they could have a little sex. I was tired and feeling sorry for
myself, all alone on New Year's. I was not all that drunk,
sitting in a comfortable chair, deciding whether to let myself
slip off into sleep or drive home.
"How about that New Year's kiss, Jake?"
I must have dozed off for a few minutes, and I was surprised
to open my eyes and see Annette standing in front of me. "Sure,
you wanna come down here, or you want me to come up there?"
Annette sat down on my lap. "I want you to come down here,
Jake. Or are you too asleep or too drunk to understand what I'm
saying to you?"
I was wide awake and stone sober. "Where's your date?"
She nuzzled into my neck, nibbling on my ear, "Passed out
cold, upstairs. As usual."
We kissed for a while. It was nice. The basement was warm
and quiet and we had a dark corner to ourselves.
"You're behaving yourself, Jake. Quit it!"
I began to unbutton Annette's blouse and she helped me.
Soon her flawless breasts were exposed. They were firm and stood
out proudly on her chest. I lowered my mouth to her hard
nipples. She seemed to be enjoying what I was doing.
She pulled away from me and stood up. Her hands slipped up
under her tiny skirt and reappeared rolling her pantyhose down
her legs. She slipped them off her feet and pulled her white
panties from the tangle. "Here, want to wear these to your draft
board physical?"
I was busy ripping my zipper down and lowering my pants and
shorts off my hips. "There's somewhere else I'd like to be right
now!"
She smiled that smile as she lowered her hot, wet pussy down
over my raging erection. "Ohhh... That feels good, Jake."
I didn't answer. My mouth was filled with nipple. One hand
caressed her other breast and the other flicked over her clit as
I stroked in and out.
It was a wonderful fuck. Slow, deep, intense, passionate,
kissing the entire time. For me, it was the perfect culmination
of lusting after Annette for almost six years and it was worth
the wait. When we came, it seemed to be with as much
disappointment that it was over as pleasure.
We sat together, quietly. Annette had my handkerchief
between her legs. I had pulled up my pants and re-buttoned her
blouse.
"Jake, this was a long time coming. Why didn't you ever ask
me out?"
"I wanted to. I always had a crush on you, Annette. You
were a little older than me and I just never wanted to risk the
humiliation in the way you'd say no."
"I know. I have too sharp a tongue; it's my defense. The
put-down always comes easy and quick. Listen, I think we still
have some unfinished business. Wanna go back to my apartment?"
"Yeah, I do. What about your date?"
"I'll deal with him when we get back in the office. He
won't stay mad for long."
As we got up to go, I noticed for the first time that
Annette and I had just fucked in the same chair Penny and I had
kissed in, the night we met, some three years ago! Maybe I
should buy it from the Capretos!
* * * * *
Annette and I spent all New Year's Day in bed. It was
incredible! We only got out of bed to eat and go to the
bathroom. I called home and gave my parents some excuse to tell
Penny when she called. Annette let the phone ring and ring.
Making love with Annette was everything I had ever imagined
it would be -- and more. She was tender and considerate.
Playful and passionate. Experienced and innocent. Sometimes,
she was raunchy as hell. We did, or tried to do, everything two
people could do together. There were no taboos.
By eight o'clock that night, I knew I was in deep trouble.
I was getting lost in Annette.
"What was all this about, Annette? Why last night? Why
me?"
"`Why you' should be easy, Jake. I've always liked you.
Why last night? Why not? We haven't seen each other in a long
time. Who knows if we'll ever see each other again? Didn't you
have fun?"
"I don't know if I'd use the word `fun,' Annette. It was a
lot more to me than that. This has me thinking-"
"Don't!"
"Don't what?"
"Don't finish that sentence, Jake. Just let it go as you
had some fun with an old friend, alright?"
"It felt like more than that to me."
"And what about your little girlfriend, Jake? Where does
she fit in?"
"I... I don't know. I haven't thought that far ahead, yet.
This was all pretty sudden."
Annette looked like she was going to cry. She didn't, but
she was close. She grasped my hands in hers. "Oh, Jake! Why
didn't you ask me out three years ago? Hell, why didn't I ask
*YOU* out three years ago? You have sex with a girl and you take
it seriously. Do you know how few of you there are out there?
"There's nothing for us after another fuck and a hot shower,
Jake. I have a life. You have a life. They're not going to
meet anywhere. I have a job that I want to turn into a career
and there are certain things I have to do to do that, and dating
you isn't one of them. You have a girlfriend you're probably
going to marry. You want to mess that up?"
"No. But listen, Annette, I'm not all that experienced, but
I think the last sixteen, twenty hours were pretty special. They
were to me. I've had sex -- this was more than sex."
Annette crawled up into my arms. "Yeah, it *WAS* more than
sex, Jake. But we still just have one more fuck and a hot shower
left."
* * * * *
I picked the Grants up at the airport the next day. Penny
was tan and bright and excited to see me. She picked up on my
mood right away, but I just whispered that I had missed her and
that I couldn't do much with her parents there.
It took me a while to get Annette out of my system. I
thought about her long and hard. I loved Penny and wasn't
willing to give her up because of a day of sex with another
woman; but, it made me realize that life was full of missed
opportunities and when you got a short glimpse of what some of
them could have been, it could hurt.
* * * * * * * * *
I would have dwelt on my philosophical dilemma longer, but
things were happening. My last semester in school was about to
become more eventful than I could have imagined.
Billy, my best friend and co-worker at the supermarket, met
a girl and fell head over heels for her.
Billy was two years younger than me and in his sophomore
year at the same school I was attending. His new girlfriend,
Michelle, was a junior in high school. He met her at a Christmas
Dance at her Catholic all-girls' prep school. She was a sexy
knock-out -- long blonde hair, blue eyes, pretty mouth, beautiful
white teeth, and smooth, ivory skin covered with just the right
amount of All-American freckles. Her face was a sexy
sweet-sixteen but her body was a Hugh Hefner wet dream. She had
perfect legs, a tiny waist, and big, round boobs. Unfortunately,
we were soon to find out she was one of the most manipulative
bitches any of us had ever met. She toyed with Billy's emotions
like a sadistic cat toys with an injured mouse.
Also, at the supermarket, people started noticing how close
Susan was becoming with Paul, the produce manager. With gossip
the currency of choice at the store, stories about the "couple"
spread like wildfire. I didn't believe them. I knew what kind
of boyfriend Susan had been looking for when we "broke-up" in the
Fall, and Paul sure wasn't it. He was old (to us, anyway), at
least 32 or 33. He was married, but separated, and had two or
three kids. But I couldn't deny how friendly they looked at the
Christmas parties that year.
* * * * *
Billy was my best friend. We had been working together for
four years and we were going to the same school. We hung around
together all the time. Penny liked him and the three of us got
along great.
For years, it seemed like Billy was more "up" for a good
time than anything else. He was the social secretary of our
clique, lining up parties, dances, picnics, bringing the right
records, always making sure enough beer and booze would be there.
Having a date at these functions was never important to him --
maybe the fact that he always drank to the point of passing out
had something to do with it. He had dated a few girls at the
store, and every once in a while, he'd show up with a girl he
knew from high school or one he had just met that day in a sub
shop or the post office, or somewhere; but never anyone serious.
When he met Michelle, it was like he became another person
-- almost from their first date. He couldn't do anything without
her. He had to run everything by her for approval. He'd call
her with the slightest excuse. He was always over her house.
She'd go on and on about these long, sad break-ups with old
boyfriends or how her parents persecuted her (she was a spoiled
little brat who had everything) until Billy was in tears trying
to console her. He thought he was in love with her. Me? I
didn't know what to call it, but I knew it was too sick to be
love.
All of a sudden, the guy who used to bug me the most about
seeing too much of Penny and not seeing the guys enough was
always wanting to double date with us. By the end of the Winter,
it seemed like Billy and Michelle and Penny and I were a real
foursome, double-dating almost every Friday and Saturday night.
Penny and I couldn't believe he could continue to date
Michelle seriously. I knew Billy was fucking her, but Michelle
was one girl who would make even me ask myself if a piece of her
lovely, little ass was worth the shit she made you shovel to get
to it. She just couldn't be *THAT GOOD!* She whined, she cried,
she wheedled, she berated, she humiliated, she ordered, she
demanded, she teased, she sulked. We'd all agree on something to
do, and then she'd change her mind. She was an outrageous flirt.
There didn't seem to be a head game she wasn't willing to play
and didn't seem expert at.
And, there were so many ex-boyfriends that she must have
started dating when she was eight! They would call when Billy
was there, or we would run into them (coincidence?) and she would
just *HAVE* to talk to them. She would mention a dance at an old
boyfriend's school to Billy, and then say she wasn't going; but,
after dating her a while, Billy would check, and find her there
dancing cheek to cheek with the ex-boyfriend -- tearful argument
to follow. Billy was hooked and just swinging on her line.
Penny hated her, and I didn't have much use for her besides
her being wonderful to look at.
* * * * *
Just before my graduation in the Spring, we all went to a
big Frat party in a hired hall, downtown. It was the last big
blow-out of the school year. The band played soul music to dance
to all night, and there was plenty of cold beer and a sweet,
deadly grain alcohol cocktail that Penny and Michelle drank all
night. It was a great time and those still standing were in a
great mood.
Too soon, the bar closed and the band stopped playing, and
it was time to go home.
Walking off the dance floor, Penny said, "I have to powder
my nose or I won't make the ride home!" She got in the long
line at the Ladies' room.
Billy said, "Me, too, but the line's too long at the little
boys' room. I'll be back." He ran outside to water a bush.
I sat in a chair in the lobby to wait for Penny. Michelle
retrieved her jacked and walked over (maybe a little wobbly) and
sat on my lap! She was always friendly towards me, but being
this friendly was a first. I told her where Penny and Billy
were. She nodded and smiled and then slammed her face into mine!
Immediately, her tongue shot into my mouth and started doing
a dance on my tonsils. To complete the moment, she took my hand
and slipped it into her blouse (apparently, she had unbuttoned a
button or two under her jacket) and on to her most perfect, firm,
warm, round, taut-skinned, braless tit!
My best friend's girl!
I was buzzed enough (or maybe sober enough) not to shatter
the moment. Her tongue never stopped and her nipple was so hard,
I thought it was going to scratch my school ring. I forgot all
about her being my best friend's girl, and that I would soon be
22 and she was barely 16.
We kept it up for a little while, sitting out in the open as
people walked by making their comments, until Billy arrived. I
disentangled myself and gave him a very sheepish grin. I was
very embarrassed at what had just happened. And I immediately
began to wonder is Michelle was setting up some kind of test for
Billy.
Michelle smiled at Billy and said, "Don't get mad at Jake,
Billy. I started it. He was just sitting here, all alone, and I
sat down and kissed him. He's such a good kisser that I want to
ride home in the backseat with him!"
I said I was sure Penny would have something to say about
that.
But Billy, the poor love-struck fool that he was, grins and
nods, thinking whatever Michelle says is a good idea. I was sure
his beer consumption for the evening had something to do with his
agreeable nature, too.
Well, when Penny reappeared, Billy and Michelle gleefully
told her what we had been caught doing. Apparently Penny was in
a playful mood, too, because she put her arm through Billy's and
walked out of the hall. Michelle turned and put her arms around
my neck for another long kiss before we walked out, arm-in-arm.
When we got to the car, Billy opened the door for Penny, and
in an instant, the two of them were locked in a hot, kissing
embrace. And my hard-on was bigger and harder than it had been
when Michelle was on my lap and I was grabbing handfuls of her
bare tits! There were no feels -- they kept their hands in sight
-- and I'm sure neither Penny nor Billy felt any real passion for
each other -- it was just a tit (did I say `tit?!')-for-tat
thing. We had all seen "Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice" and maybe we
wondered what all the fuss was about.
Michelle grabbed me for another kiss and I obliged, but I
kept my eyes open as I watched Penny kissing Billy. At the time,
I knew I was hot and realized that I was almost ready to come,
but I thought it was because Michelle's hand was rubbing my dick
through my slacks.
Their kiss ended as ours did, soon after, and I got in the
backseat with Penny. We drove home without further incident, but
that night set the tone for the next few months of our foursome
-- Michelle was seriously all kissie-touchie-feelie with me, and
occasionally, Billy and Penny would make a half-hearted effort at
retaliation.
I knew I was excited about the whole situation -- Billy
wasn't pissed and, again, what average, young guy wouldn't be
turned-on about this hot little package that couldn't keep her
lips and hands off him? Plus, I didn't have to put up with
Michelle's shit the way Billy did!
*
*
Chapter 15
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*
I lucked out in the Draft Lottery, meaning I probably
wouldn't go to Viet Nam. I could concentrate on job-hunting, an
activity that after a few months at it, made going to 'Nam or
Canada look preferable! There was a small recession going on and
the babyboomers were flooding the job market.
After graduation, I was still working at the supermarket and
it turned out that the rumors about Susan and Paul were true.
They spent their breaks together in the backroom, talking. They
always worked the same nights, and Paul was giving Susan a ride
home (and I knew what *THAT* could mean!). Soon, there were
"spottings" of them out shopping on a day off or leaving a
restaurant or movie together.
One night, Susan asked me to wait around after closing. I
had no idea what was on her mind, but, as I said, we were getting
along fine.
After the store closed and we cashed-out, Susan and Paul
walked me to my car.
Susan held Paul's hand and smiled at me. "Jake, we have a
favor to ask."
"Sure, Susan. You know if I can do it, I will."
"Well, Paul and I are dating."
I smiled, "Yeah, I, and everyone in the store was beginning
to pick that up."
Susan and Paul looked at each other like they couldn't
believe their secret was out. "Well, anyway, my prom is coming
up and Paul can't go as my date and we were wondering if you
would be willing take me. My parents and friends know that I'm
dating someone older, from the store; and, you fit that
description."
"I don't want Susan to miss out on all the fun because she's
dating an old codger," Paul said.
"Gee, Susan, I'm flattered. I'd like to help you out. How
about if you let me run it by Penny, and if it's alright with
her, it's a date."
Susan smiled and kissed me on the cheek, "Thanks, Jake, we
knew you were the only one we could ask."
Later that night, Penny and I were in the backseat of my
car, naked. My face was between her thighs, licking her pussy
and sucking her clit. My hands were cupping her breasts and
tweaking her nipples. I could tell from her breathing she was
nearing her orgasm.
As she started, I raised my mouth away from her pussy and
said, "Oh, by the way, I was asked to a girl's prom, tonight!"
and again buried my mouth where it seemed to be doing so much
good.
After the orgasm and after Penny finished beating on my back
with her fists, we cuddled and laughed together.
"That was mean, you bastard!"
"I know, I'm sorry. It just seemed funny at the time."
"For you! Now who is this girl I'm going to have to kill?"
* * * * * * * * *
Two weeks later, I was standing in Susan's livingroom,
dressed in a tux and holding an orchid. Not knowing about the
summer Susan and I had spent in the backseat of my car, Penny
thought it would be a nice favor to do for the lovers -- she
thought it very romantic. Paul wanted to pay for the flower and
the tux rental, but I told him I'd cover it. Susan was a nice
girl and deserved to go to her prom. It was no big deal.
Until she walked down the steps, that is.
She was beautiful. She was dressed in a simple gown, not
quite white, not quite green -- it was perfect for her red hair
and green eyes. In make-up, with diamonds at her ears and
throat, she literally took my breath away.
After posing for about three rolls of pictures, we were
finally in the car and on our way.
"You are absolutely beautiful, Susan."
"Thanks. Can we stop by the store so Paul can see me?"
"Sure."
It was a Prom Night tradition for all the part-timers to
stop into the store and show ourselves off to the other guys and
girls working. There were some surprised looks when Susan walked
in with me on her arm. The rumor mill would have new grist.
Paul came out from the storeroom and feasted his eyes on Susan.
He looked near tears. It was very weird. Finally, we left and
drove to the Prom.
The Prom was more fun than I expected it to be. The band
was pretty good and we danced a lot. We posed for our picture
and walked around saying hello to everyone. I wasn't too
surprised to see that Susan was very popular and had a lot of
friends; and, she seemed to be making a lot of points with her
friends by bringing a college guy to the prom.
After the dance, we went to a party at one of Susan's
friend's house. The place was huge and had a heated pool in the
backyard. After the Prom, it was usual to change into casual
clothes for this next phase of the long night; tonight, it would
be swimwear.
As we were walking up the steps, an adult was standing at
the bottom, directing traffic. "The boys' changing room is the
first on the right and the girls' is the second on the left. No
exceptions!"
As I turned to go into the "boys'" room, Susan peeked in the
first door on the left. The next thing I knew, she was pulling
me into the dark room and locking the door after me.
"This'll be more fun!"
"You're being a bad girl, Susan." I smiled as she turned
the light on.
She turned her back to me, "Unzip me, Jake."
Always one of my favorite things to do, I pulled the long
zipper down to the bottom. Susan wrestled the gown off, followed
by other things I didn't know the names of. In no time she was
down to white, lacy bra and panties, pantyhose and highheels -- a
pretty erotic vision.
"C'mon, Jake, aren't you getting undressed?"
"Sure." I ripped off the tux jacket, tie, cummerbund, and
shirt, keeping my eyes on Susan the whole time. By the time I
was down to my trousers and underwear, Susan was down to just her
panties.
"C'mon, slowpoke!" she laughed, "Why did you stop?"
I looked down at the lump in my pants. "Well, the next step
may embarrass you. It will definitely embarrass me!"
"Oh, geeze. It's not like it's something I haven't seen
before!" She giggled, "or touched before, or kissed before!"
"That's true. But things are a little different, now." I
unzipped and dropped my trousers.
"I'll say they're different. I'm not a virgin anymore!"
Susan was naked. I swear she was glowing, she looked so
beautiful.
She stepped up to me. "Here, let me help you with these."
She lowered my shorts over my hips and let them drop to the
floor. My cock was at full attention.
"Ah... I was going to leave those on."
"You were? Why?" Susan wrapped her arms around my neck and
pressed my erection between our stomachs. Just before she kissed
me, she whispered in my ear, "Won't they get in the way if you
leave them on?"
The whole scene was so erotically charged, the kiss took my
breath away. To my utter and complete surprise, I broke away
from this soft, compliant, gorgeous, naked creature wrapping
herself around me.
"Wait, Susan."
"Eh?"
Her face was flushed, her lips full and hungry-looking. Her
eyes were filled with lust. Her nipples were hard and extended.
I could feel the heat her body was generating. <What was I
doing?>
"We better not, Susan. I want to, believe me, I want to
very badly; but, it wouldn't be fair to Paul and Penny. They
both trusted us to go to the Prom tonight." <What the fuck was
I saying, and why couldn't I shut my stupid fucking mouth?>
Slowly, Susan let go of me. Her arms drifted into positions
to cover her breasts and pussy. She looked so innocent, I felt
even more tempted!
"Oh, wow! Thanks, Jake. You're right, Paul does trust me."
She giggled as she reached for her swimsuit. "Of course, he told
me not to go off alone anywhere with you. He doesn't trust you!"
"Smart man."
"No, he was wrong. He should have trusted you. Let's get
dressed and jump in the pool."
At that point, I was praying the pool water was ice cold.
There was music and food and people and the pool. There was
even some spiked punch -- living the stereotype! A good time was
had by all. All except me, of course.
I started the party thinking I had done the mature thing --
the right thing for the right reasons. Both Penny and Paul had
trusted the two of us to go to the prom and not let anything else
happen. I also didn't want Susan to feel obligated to me for
taking her to the prom, and think she had to give me a
"thank-you-fuck." But as the night wore on, I became more aware
of what a lovely, vivacious young woman Susan was. She was
beautiful, but more than that, she was fun to be with. The more
I enjoyed her company, the less convinced I was that I had made
the right decision up in the bedroom.
Dawn finally arrived and breakfast was over and it was time
to leave. Susan held my hand as we walked up the steps and
entered the bedroom. We both dropped our swimwear on the
bathroom floor. We were standing next to each other, naked.
This time, it was me who put my arms around Susan.
She had her hands between her breasts and my chest. "Thanks
for tonight, Jake. Thanks for bringing me and letting my friends
think you're my boyfriend."
"Your welcome, Susan. Believe me, tonight has been a
pleasure from start till now." I leaned down to kiss her. She
kissed back, but with her mouth closed.
"We should get dressed, Jake."
"Ah... I was thinking about earlier... about what we were
about to do. But didn't. I think that would be really nice."
She gently pushed away from me. I let her go. "Oh, Jake,
I'm sorry. I think you were right and it would be better if we
didn't. I wanted to thank you again for not being a horntoad and
jumping all over me."
Owww! Another missed opportunity!
I tried to smile as I watched a tiny pair of panties move up
a pair of perfect little legs and cover the object of my desire.
"Sure. No problem, Susan. I had a great time, tonight."
Later that morning, as tired as I was, I lay awake in bed a
long time. I told myself that it was because the sun was too
bright in my bedroom, but I had my doubts.
*
*
Chapter 16
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*
Memorial Day Weekend finally arrived. I had cajoled and
begged and finagled to arrange my work schedule to get the
weekend off. Penny and I had plans.
Penny told her parents she was going to the ocean with some
girlfriends. Instead, I had rented a room at the shore for the
two of us to have a weekend to ourselves -- no parents, no work,
no school, no friends, no interruptions -- and a bed. We had
been looking forward to it for weeks. Penny and I both realized
that school and work forced us into a routine and we wanted to
break out and have a little spontaneous fun.
Even the ride to the shore was fun. Penny sat close and my
hand roamed all over her body, over and under her loose clothes.
Finally, after admitting to her that my dick couldn't ache any
more than it already was, Penny lowered my zipper and then
lowered her head to give me a superb highway blow-job.
Our room was in an old-fashioned boarding-house type
building in the old part of town. The woman at the desk was very
stern looking, but she gladly took my money and made no comment
about Penny and me sharing a room. She warned us that she would
call the police for "any dope smoking, underage drinking, runnin'
around naked, or any other monkey business."
Properly chastised, Penny and I made our way up to the third
floor and our tiny little room. It was hot and by the time we
had opened all the windows, we were in a sweat and looking
forward to hitting the beach. But that would have to wait.
Penny pulled her t-shirt over her head, and, as always
happens, I got an immediate erection. We both ripped the rest of
our clothes off and when Penny bent over her suitcase for her
swimsuit, I slid my hard cock up her warm, wet pussy and filled
my hands with her heavy breasts.
She grunted at my attack, but pushed her ass back against
me. "You bastard! Who said you could fuck me? Take that hot
dick out of my wet pussy or I'll tell the old lady, downstairs!"
"I'll take it out when I'm through with you, you wench!"
Twenty minutes later, we were on the beach, splashing in the
ocean. Our dream weekend was starting just the way we wanted it
to.
* * * * *
We showered together in the shared bathroom on our floor and
ran naked down the hall to our room. On the squeaky old bed, I
ate Penny until she had a loud orgasm, then we had a few beers
and went up to the boardwalk for something (else) to eat.
Later that night, as we approached the hotel, two figures
jumped out at us from a dark alley. It was Billy and Michelle.
I was a little pissed. I had plans for Penny and me as soon
as we were back in our room. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Gee, man, you don't sound happy to see us. Sorry if we
bummed you out. We're here to party with you guys." Billy was
all smiles. "I have two cases of cans in a cooler in my trunk.
Where's your room?"
Penny looked at me and shrugged. It looked like night one
of our perfect weekend was gone.
"Top floor, all the way in the back."
"How do we get in, man?" Michelle asked.
"We'll check it out and let you know." Penny and I walked
in the front door and saw immediately that the night shift was a
little different than the day. Instead of the grumpy old lady
behind the desk, there was a girl about our age, making out with
a guy. The smell of marijuana was thick in the lobby. I went to
the door and waved Michelle and Billy in.
The tiny room was hot but the beer was cold and we sat
around gabbing. Penny and Michelle passed a few joints back and
forth. I knew pot acted like an aphrodisiac in Penny's system,
so I was looking forward to when our guests left.
"Anybody have playing cards?" Michelle asked.
"Why?"
Michelle grinned. "We could play strip poker!"
Penny reached in her suitcase, "Cool!"
It was no surprise Michelle was naked first. All she had on
was a man's dress shirt and a pair of denim cut-offs. I had
imagined her naked, often, and I had felt her breasts on several
occasions, but I had no idea she'd look so... so perfect when she
was nude. Her skin was too perfect to believe on a body that was
too perfect to be real. I'm sure my tongue was hanging out as
she slipped her shorts down her legs to reveal a perfect pussy,
only lightly covered by blonde hair.
She pulled something out of a bag she had brought and waved
some colorful little jars at us, "Hurry up and get naked, and we
can body-paint each other!"
Our clothes disappeared. I had to admit that Penny didn't
suffer from standing naked next to Michelle. I thought that even
though Michelle had "the look" that was popular at the time,
Penny was actually prettier and I knew her breasts were the most
perfect I had ever seen on a woman. The rest of her body looked
terrific, especially with the light sunburn she got on the beach
that day. My mind was flashing dirty thoughts to me, but I knew
that, now, we'd have to suffer through some body painting and
showers before Billy and Michelle left for their own room --
wherever that was.
Billy grabbed the red paint and stood next to Michelle.
"Wait! You paint Penny, and Jake can paint me."
Billy and I each sat on an opposite side of the bed.
Michelle stood in front of me in all her naked glory, and Penny
did the same for Billy. I began drawing lines down Michelle's
arms and legs but grew too impatient and began work on her
marvelous chest. I drew several paisleys and the peace symbol,
the whole time concentrating on her nipples. She just stood
there as I painted her body and smiled at me.
"Done!" Billy shouted.
I turned and looked and we all began laughing. Not
interested in any subtlety or artistic merit, Billy had used
almost all of the red paint to mark bulls-eye rings on both of
Penny's large breasts and down her stomach drew a red arrow
pointing at her pussy, with the words "eat here" below her boobs.
The girls ran naked down to the bathroom to shower. Billy
popped open another beer. "Can we crash here, Jake?"
I was surprised. "You don't have a room somewhere?"
"Nah, I'm tapped out. After the beer, I barely had enough
to fill the gas tank. I spent every cent I had on Michelle's
ring."
That night, the four of us slept (or tried to) across the
noisy double bed in the room. The weekend Penny and I had
planned was not to be. We took every opportunity we could to
have sex (like when Michelle and Billy showered), but the bed was
too crowded and too noisy to misbehave after lights out -- or, so
we thought that first night.
The only good thing about the weekend was living in a tiny
room for three days with two beautiful young women who were naked
more than they were clothed.
* * * * * * * * * *
A couple of weeks later was the annual store picnic. Of
course, this year, Billy was bringing Michelle and bugging me to
bring Penny.
The day was hot and we all got into the beer pretty hard.
The softball games were a hoot. Later in the day, the four of us
walked over the covered bridge and through the woods until we
came to a big clearing, where the grass was mowed and the sun was
shining.
Since the Memorial Day trip, none of us figured we had any
secrets from each other, so within seconds we were all nude and
making out. Billy moved their blanket a little ways away and
Penny and I proceeded to have sex as we listened to Billy and a
very vocal Michelle do the same.
Afterwards, after we finished the beer and the girls did a
joint or two, we were sunbathing and enjoying the glow when Billy
noticed both girls were asleep. He started giggling and making
motions for me to be quiet. He quickly dressed and threw my
clothes at me. When we were both dressed, he picked up all of
the girls' things and threw them into the second blanket and ran
across the field.
When I caught up with him, we were out of earshot. "What
the fuck are you doin'?"
He was still giggling so hard, he could hardly speak.
"We'll just go get some more beer, and if they wake up, they'll
be bare-assed naked and have no idea where we are. What a
blast!"
Had I been sober, I may have had different thoughts, but, at
that moment, I, too, had to admit that the situation was a blast.
It was titillating. We hid the blanket in the woods and walked
back to the picnic area, still laughing or asses off.
Back at the pavilion we ran into friends and grabbed a quick
hot dog or two. Whenever Billy and I looked at each other we
laughed. We both knew we were going to be in big trouble with
the girls, but it would be the fun-type big trouble. We were
sure that they'd probably get pissed, and then see the humor in
it, too.
Finally, after about an hour, the two of us headed back
through the woods with four plastic pitchers of beer. We had
decided that it wouldn't be any fun if we arrived back while the
girls were sleeping, so we dilly-dallied long enough that we were
pretty sure they'd be awake for our arrival.
We miscalculated.
Penny and Michelle were gone!
Now, our little joke wasn't so funny!
"Think they heard somebody coming and went to hide
somewhere?"
I shrugged. "That's as good an explanation as I could come
up with. They sure didn't head back to the picnic area."
"You don't think they're in the car, do you?"
"That all depends. Would Michelle walk across the ball
fields stark naked?"
Billy hesitated and then nodded, "If she was mad enough or
drunk enough or high enough... Yeah, she would. And they had the
blanket."
I thought about what he said, "Yeah, if she was really
pissed, I think Penny might, too. Let's go look there, first."
We couldn't find them. We looked in the car and parkinglot,
the baseball diamonds, the game area, the pool and pavilions. We
looked in the small woods and the covered bridge -- we even
looked under the bridge. It had been well over two hours since
we left them and we were both getting nervous.
We returned to the clearing -- it was still empty. Left
with no other options, we crossed the clearing and walked into
the woods on the far side. These woods were dense and deep.
They seemed to go on and on and there were not many clearings.
Billy and I stumbled to our left and walked at least a mile
without seeing anything to indicate a human had been there. We
turned around and backtracked.
I don't know how far we walked, but we eventually heard
music. We knew the girls didn't have a radio, so the chances
were that it was someone else. As we got closer to the music, we
heard talking and laughing. I was pretty sure one of the
laughers was Penny. Finally, just as we spotted a break in the
woods, we smelled pot. When we reached the edge of the clearing,
we stared at the sight in front of us.
It was a clearing, now shadowed with the late afternoon sun.
On the far side of it was a small pool behind an old beaver dam
across the small stream. In the center of the clearing was a
fire ring that looked like it had been used for a hundred years.
There was a fire crackling away.
The rest of the sight was surreal. Penny and Michelle were
sitting Indian-style on the blanket, still naked. With them on
the blanket were five guys, also naked!
Billy and I looked at the seven naked people and looked at
each other. They were passing a couple of joints around, and
everybody had a can of beer or a bottle of booze in their hands.
They were talking loudly and laughing -- like old, good friends.
None of them had seen us, yet.
"Penny?" I felt like I was busting up someone's very
private party. Of course, it *WAS* a party and that was exactly
what I wanted to do.
Everyone got quiet and looked at Billy and me.
"Well, there you are!" said Penny. "Where have you been?"
She stood up and walked, wobbly but nonchalantly, over to me and
held my arm. "We were wondering what happened to you."
Billy dropped the blanket. "Your clothes are in there,
Penny. Michelle? Your's are here, too."
Penny was as high as a kite and I could see Michelle was,
too. I was very uncomfortable with the situation -- five guys,
two horny naked girls, beer, booze, dope, only two of us, and a
long walk (or run) back to safety.
Penny pulled me toward the blanket. She was just bubbling
with enthusiasm. "Come meet our new friends. Everybody... this
is Jake, my boyfriend, and that's Billy, Michelle's guy. Jake,
this is Don, Peter, Mike, Dick, and Ronald. They walked by and
found us alone on our blanket and invited us to go skinny-dipping
with them. Cool, huh? Thanks to you two, we were already
dressed for it!"
The five guys were obviously older than us -- late twenties
-- and had that tough-skinned, lean look of a farmer (which we
later found out they were -- farm hands). It was obvious that
none of them was happy to see us. I thought the best strategy
was for us to mosey on out of there as quickly as possible.
"You ready to head back, Penny?"
"What's your hurry?" asked one of the guys. "There's still
plenty of weed and plenty of brew. The party's just startin'"
Penny looked up at me, "Wanna stay for a while, Jake?"
"C'mon, Michelle." Billy threw her clothes at her. "Get
dressed."
Penny did a little shrug and started putting her clothes on.
She waved to the guys on the blanket. "Sorry, guys, I guess the
party's over. It was fun."
All of the men were grumbling as the girls dressed. Two of
them stood up. One was the biggest guy, who had to stand 6'6" in
his bare feet. The other was a short Black guy, built like the
cliched brick shithouse. Both of them were swinging horse dicks
from their loins. I was liking this less and less.
"You don't have to go, girls. We'll drive you home.
Remember, these are the bums that left you naked in the field --
don't go home with them, they don't deserve it."
Penny came over to Billy and me, "You guys start back and
Michelle will catch up, okay?"
"No fuckin' way!"
Penny leaned closer. "We're just gonna kiss them good-bye
and thank them for sharing their pot and beer. We'll be fine.
Just go, now."
"Penny..."
"Now, guys. We don't want to piss them off," Penny
whispered.
Billy and I looked at each other and started walking the way
we came in. We only walked a short distance and turned to watch
what was happening. Penny and Michelle were giving two of the
guys a big hug and kiss. I wasn't sure from the distance, but it
was possible the girls were also stroking the guys' dicks. While
they were kissing, the guys' hands were busy all over Penny's and
Michelle's bodies, grabbing tits and ass and feeling their
pussies through their thin clothes. As the girls stepped away
from one man to move on to the next, the new guys had very
obvious erections, especially the two that tried to intimidate
us. Shortly, Penny and Michelle caught up to us and we began
walking (fast) back to the picnic area, although I was finding it
tough to walk fast with the leadpipe erection I had.
Billy's face was red with anger. When we reached the
covered bridge, he turned on Michelle and grabbed her arm. "What
the fuck went on back there?"
I stopped, too, because I wanted to hear the answer to that
question. The goodbye kisses were a little too familiar for my
taste.
Michelle gently patted Billy's face with her hand. "It's
nice to know you care, you bastard. Who left us in the middle of
a field with no clothes? Nothing went on. We swam, we smoked,
we drank. They were friendly."
Penny put her arm around my waist, "C'mon, guys, be cool.
Those dudes were just being friendly. I'm not sure what they
would have wanted for a nightcap, but they were just in a very
good mood because they couldn't believe their luck finding two
naked chicks out in the middle of nowhere. We made their day!"
I smiled at Penny, "I'll bet. You make my day every time I
see you naked."
Penny kissed me and we headed back to the picnic. Even
later, I thought the four of us were damn lucky to have gotten
safely out of that crazy situation -- even if it had cost us
Penny and Michelle jerking them off.
*
Chapter 17
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*
Soon after the picnic, I received a job offer from one of
the national corporations where I had applied. The starting
salary wasn't that good, and my job would be counting beans, but
it was a real, live, adult job and I jumped at the chance. The
biggest problem was that I'd have to move. The company had just
completed building its new headquarters in the middle of the
woods in north New Jersey -- almost a three-hour drive. I was to
start my new job August first.
* * * * *
Fourth of July weekend -- my last big blow-out before
joining the real world.
Billy and I told our parents we were going to the beach with
a bunch of guys, and the girls told their parents it was with a
bunch of girls. Instead, it was a big, old house full of kids
and music and booze and drugs.
The four of us had the fourth floor to ourselves -- one
large bedroom with two double beds and a bathroom.
Michelle showed us right away that she didn't intend to wear
clothes often during the weekend. When we got there on Friday
afternoon, she showered and didn't have any problem strutting
around in front of the three of us with only a towel on her head.
And, damn, she had one fantastic body -- almost skinny, but with
these big, firm, *ROUND* tits.
We sat around and talked and drank for a few minutes, while
Penny and Michelle shared a joint. Billy was having trouble
keeping his hands off Michelle, so Penny stood up, stripped naked
as Billy and I watched, and invited me to join her in the shower.
We played "hide the mouse" in the shower and dried each
other off. We both walked naked back into the bedroom and it was
obvious that Billy and Michelle had just finished screwing.
Billy was on his back, looking like he was falling asleep, and I
watched Michelle creep down his body and take his messy, soft
cock in her mouth. She never took her eyes off me as she watched
Penny and me fuck. And I never took my eyes off Michelle as I
watched her suck Billy back to hardness. When he came in her
mouth, she took it all, and then she opened her mouth to show it
to me before she swallowed it. She was an unbelievable, slutty
tease!
Except when we were on the beach or we went downstairs to
eat and party with the crowd, neither Penny nor Michelle wore a
stitch of clothing all weekend. I loved it and I could tell
Billy did, too. You could smell the sex in the air all weekend!
Even when a couple of friends stopped up to see us, neither girl
made a move to cover anything! Mike O'Donnell and Kevin Atwater
sat talking to us, never taking their eyes off Penny and
Michelle.
We went to the beach and to the clubs with the crowd in the
house. The first two floors were filled with friends and friends
of friends. The partying was done around the keg in the big, old
kitchen and the rest of the rooms were usually filled with
teenagers doing dope and/or making out. It was an incredible
weekend!
One morning, I got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom.
Just as I was finishing peeing, Michelle walked into the
bathroom, naked as usual. She smiled at me and grabbed my dick.
Sproing! It got an admirable morning erection.
Without saying a word, just smiling, she stepped even closer
to me and inserted the head of my cock between her cuntlips. Not
deep enough to really enter her pussy, just in the slit. Up and
down, up and down, I could feel my dick rubbing against her clit.
Soon, she's jerking me harder and faster and then she came.
I shot off, myself, covering her pussy with a load of cum. She
reached down and cleaned my prick and herself with her fingers.
Then, -- remember, she's only 16! -- she smeared my cum all over
her lips and said, "Kiss me!"
I did, and we locked lips and tongues until the cum all went
somewhere. Then, smiling at me, she calmly sat down on the
throne and began peeing, as casual as can be.
I stumbled back to bed, wasted, and there was Penny, awake,
wet and wanting a good morning fuck!
Again, what a weekend!
* * * * * * * * * *
Less than a month later, I moved to the backwoods of New
Jersey and began my career. Penny and I talked long distance as
much as we could afford and I got home on those weekends I wasn't
required to work. I saved my pennies and went into hock and gave
Penny an engagement ring on the first Christmas.
I wouldn't recommend a long-distance relationship to anyone.
I think the failure rate must be high. Yet, somehow, almost two
years later, in Penny's last semester, we were planning our
wedding.
How does this story end?
Check out Part 5.