Message-ID: <2347eli$9707282118@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Ole.Joe@poboxes.com (Ole Joe) Subject: {ASSM} Find a Penny... (Reminiscing) Part 1 by J Boswell Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <33dd0379.10247690@news.skybest.com> Find a Penny... (Reminiscing) (c) Part 1 by J BOSWELL WARNING: This work of fiction is intended to be read by adults only. The author requests that you exercise discretion in posting it. Also, this is a fantasy -- in real life, please protect your lover and yourself by practicing safe sex. Part One of a continuing story Chapter 1 ******* * It's early 1994 and they're selling tickets for a "Woodstock Plus 25 Years" concert! How depressing! Why bother -- you can't go back. They should have let it go with that brilliant cola commercial about the twenty-five-year Woodstock reunion, with the valet parking and the bald babyboomers. But, on one dazzling Saturday afternoon, looking out over the beach and ocean, nursing my Sam Adams, listening to an ad for tickets, it sure brought back the memories... It was the Sixties, man. The radio was playing Otis Redding and Motown, James Brown and Simon and Garfunkel, The Beatles, the Stones, the Who, and Buffalo Springfield -- and it's never sounded as good since. You had to be 21 to vote or legally drink, but at 18 they wanted to draft your ass off to Viet Nam. Things were changing. Maybe we didn't see it, or want to see it, and maybe I was still wearing button-down shirts, but all hell was about to break loose. I was 18 and a smart-assed freshman at an all-male, Catholic college in a big Eastern city and full of myself. Life was simple and fun, and I had it by the balls and knew it. A bunch of us were day-hopping (commuting) to school and had been together since then nuns abused us in Grade school. Our college, being small and conservative and Catholic put us a few years behind what was going on in the Ivy League and at the California universities. We were aware of the issues -- the war (BAD!), Civil Rights (Good!), Improving the Environment (Very good!) -- but we didn't lend much more than our moral support. Our personal issues were still getting drunk and getting laid -- in either order, and preferably at the same time. There were a few tightly-knit groups of hairy, strangely- dressed guys beginning to appear on campus, talking about peace, pollution and politics, and smoking some "tea;" but our group was still into the clean-shaven, button-down oxfords, khakis, and beefroll loafers look, talking about broads, beer, basketball and booze. We were oh-so-cool (or so we thought). I lived at home, but, to tell you the truth, I don't remember seeing much of my family during those years. I played football and basketball in high school, but wasn't good enough for a scholarship, so four afternoons a week, I went straight from school to work (and I worked all day on Saturdays). Then on the weekends I went OUT -- coming home, usually drunk -- long after everyone else was asleep. I had a car, a job, a college loan, and money in my pockets. As I said, life was good. * * * * * * * * * * * It was early April and a bunch of us were sitting around a table in the cafeteria, bullshitting about everything from teachers to cars to girls. When it was time for the next class, everyone left but Mike O'Donnel and me. "Jake, you goin' to Vince's party?" Vince Capreto was an old high school friend. He was a year behind us because his father pulled him out of our Catholic high school and put him in a ritzy Prep school, hoping Vince would get into an Ivy League college. All Vince wanted to get into was a bottle of Scotch and a girl's panties. But he was the youngest in a big family, so we could drink and dance the night away in his basement; and, as long as we didn't set the house on fire, his parents were cool about it -- they said they had seen it all with Vince's older brothers and sisters. "Sure, I'm going. You?" "Yeah, sure. Who you bringing?" I had to think about that. Not dating anybody steady at the moment, there were a few girls I wanted to ask out. "Don't know, yet. You bringing Terri?" Mike had been dating Terri Allen since they had met at a Christmas dance. She was 17 and only a junior in a local public high school, but good-looking enough you didn't care. "Of course. Hey, if you haven't asked anybody, yet, Terri has a friend." "Oww, you set me up! I don't need a blind date, Mike. [pregnant pause] What's she look like?" "I don't know. Haven't met her, yet, but Terri says she's real cute." "Ha, cute! She have a `nice personality,' too?" Mike laughed. "No, Terri said she has a GREAT personality!" "Oh, boy! Even worse. Now I know we're talking about a fuckin' Alpo-eater!" "No, really, Jake, I wouldn't shit you. And I don't think Terri would shit me. Terri said that her friend wants to meet a college guy, real bad." "Real bad, eh? She fuck?" "If I knew that the answer to that question was `yes,' I'd be dating her myself, Jake!" "Even if she was an Alpo-eater!" "Yeah, even if she was. How about it? Do this favor for me? Terri asked me to set her friend up with a nice guy." "Nice guy! Not a hung stud? She go to school with Terri?" "Yep." "Okay, Mike, I'll do it but I hope Annette isn't at the party." Annette Parker was a girl that was on the periphery of our circle of friends. She always had a sharp, fast tongue and was very quick with the put-downs, but I thought she had a nice face and body and was very sexy, and I had been working up the courage to risk the public humiliation by the crowd and ask her out. * * * * * * * * * * * Since he set up the double-date, Mike had driver's-duty and he picked me up in his father's car on Saturday night. It was a big four-door Dodge and had a great backseat. It was a warm night and we drove to Terri's house with the windows down and a Sam and Dave 8-track tape blaring from the dual speakers. After we knocked on the door, Terri's mother led us into the livingroom to wait for the girls. Standing there in our ties and sweaters (remember, this was still the mid-Sixties!), I could feel the approval oozing out of Terri's parents as they asked us about college. Finally, we heard the girls coming down the steps. Both girls were dressed in short (but not mini, yet) skirts, with matching jackets and smooth, white pullovers under the jackets. I knew Terri, so I got my first look at my blind date. I saw right away that she had great legs and a terrific set of juggs. She was fairly tall, not all that much shorter than my 5'11" -- maybe 5'7" or so. As my eyes roamed upwards, I saw she was cute, not beautiful. A very cute girl. She had short brown hair and large blue eyes. She was wearing make-up and her lips looked great with the red lipstick on them. She looked young, but I thought Terri looked young, too. My eyes drifted back down to her chest -- that was definitely mature. `Not bad!' was my first thought. And she wanted a date with a college guy, real bad (`and all that entailed,' I leeringly thought to my lecherous self). Terri introduced us, "Jake, this is Penny. Penny, Jake." We looked at each other and actually shook hands! And then she gave me a dazzling white smile. All right! The ride to the Vince's house was short and filled with small talk. When we got there, the party was already going; and, since this was Saturday night and most of us brought dates, it was a "make-out" party, as opposed to the Friday variety, drink- till-you-puke-type party. The lights were turned down and the turntable was stacked with Little Anthony, The Platters, and Lee Andrews and the Hearts -- all slow and romantic songs. Of course with my luck, Annette was there, looking terrific in make-up, highheels, and a tight skirt. I said `hi' to her as I popped a beer and fixed a sloe-gin-and-7-Up for Penny. She looked at me and then at Penny standing a few feet away talking to Terri, and said, "Babysitting your little sister, tonight, Jake?" As always, I was busy looking at her face and body and her sarcasm caught me off-guard. I started to reply, but she was already walking away. Shit! Penny and I danced a few dances, holding each other tight and by about the third song, we were french-kissing. Then, even before I expected, Penny was sitting on my lap in a large over- stuffed chair in a dark corner of the basement and we were making-out like crazy. Every so often, we would come up for air and I would try to be a little cool and ask her about school or her classes, but she would just start kissing me again. Who was I to stop her from what she obviously wanted to do just to have a conversation? And, God, could she kiss! Perfectly! Not too firm, not too soft. Not too wet, not too dry. Her mouth moved against mine, her tongue alive and sexy, moving, touching, attacking my mouth and then retreating as my tongue followed. I had NEVER kissed a girl who could kiss like that. When I tried to be sly, she brushed my hand away from her breasts or back down her thighs to below her knees, but I didn't really care as long as we kept on kissing like that. We kissed all night. We kissed until Mike and Terri shook us apart and told us it was time to leave. Terri had a strict midnight curfew and Penny was spending the night at her house. I knew I wasn't going to get lucky. On the way home, I asked Penny for her phone number. I was really curious -- if she kissed like that on a first date, in a house full of strangers -- what kind of sexpot would she be in the backseat of my car at the drive-in? I couldn't wait to find out. ****** On Monday, sitting in the cafeteria, I took a ribbing about no one seeing me at the party. Mike added his two cents by complaining that I got his old man's upholstery wet after he and Terri had to throw buckets of ice water on us to get us apart. I didn't mind ribbing like that. On Wednesday night I called Penny to ask her out for Saturday. She seemed genuinely surprised I called her (which surprised me, a little), but she quickly agreed to a date and got off the phone. It seems that Wednesday night was the night Penny's older sister's soon-to-be-fiancee called, and no one else in the family was allowed on the phone. What a couple of stiffs they must be, I thought. Saturday night, dressed in khakis, loafers and my favorite shirt and tie, I met Penny's parents and older sister, Diane (an ice-queen, stuck-up snobby bitch, if I ever met one! ). Penny had told me that her father was a cop and he seemed pleased that I wasn't a Hell's Angel or one of those "hairy-hippie-types." He asked about school, and I told them I was in my first year. And then -- thank God! -- Penny came prancing down the steps in a cute sweater and skirt, and we made our way towards the door. Penny's dad stopped us and said, "I usually say 11 o'clock for Penny, but she asked me if midnight would be alright, tonight. I guess it will be, young man, but not a minute later." "Yessir. Thank you, sir." And we were off to the drive-in. ************** Chapter 2 ******* * And that's the way we dated for the next several weeks. On Friday nights, Penny would go to choir practice with her family and I'd go out boozing and partying with my friends. On Saturday night, I'd pick Penny up and we would speed to the nearest drive- in or lovers' lane, hop into the back seat of my Chevy, and kiss until our lips were so sore we could hardly talk on Sunday. I'd always get her home just before midnight. It didn't seem to matter, though, because her parents would be asleep already. Penny would invite me in for a coffee, and we'd kiss on the sofa until her sister, getting dropped off from her date, interrupted us. Our coffee cups still full and cold and the two of us grinning like idiots. That's all we ever did. We didn't double with any other couple and we didn't go to parties. We went to drive-ins or lovers' lanes and we kissed. To my genuine and frustrating surprise, I wasn't getting anywhere in the touchie-feelie game with Penny. I was still stuck at home plate. Penny would still gently remove my roaming hands from her breasts and thighs (but maybe not as quickly as she used to). I was still suffering post-date blue-balls, but my hormone-addled brain was always optimistic about the next date. * * * * * * * * * * * Finally, in May, near the end of my school year, on a night when her parents and her sister were asleep and we had the downstairs to ourselves, we made some progress. We were necking on the sofa, and as we rolled around, I wound up on top of Penny with my erection, tenting my pants out like a circus bigtop, between her legs. Penny was wearing a light summer dress (we called them `tent dresses' at that time) that just sort of loosely hung from the neck down to her knees. We were both dressed and `decent' but certain things were definitely situated in the right places. I began dry-humping and Penny began moaning like I had never heard her, before. She didn't push me off as she had in the past and, as her breathing rate increased, I moved my hands up to her breasts. They were so large and firm and round! If I wasn't in heaven, I was well on my way. Penny was now meeting my humps with her own and pushing her chest up, harder against my hands. Then she grabbed the pillow from behind her head and covered her mouth just in time to muffle her scream. She was cumming like a wild woman! I soon felt myself cumming, too. Although I was anxious to fill something besides my underwear with cum, I enjoyed the strong spasms I felt as I pumped my groin against Penny's mound. Sweating, we rolled apart and sat up. As I sat there looking at the huge wet spot in my khakis, Penny looked at me and said, "I don't think we should ever do that again. You better go, now." "But, Penny..." "Goodnight, Jake. You have to go! Now!" I left, wondering what the fuck was going on. ****** The next week, Penny was tentative and almost shy on the phone, but she agreed to go out with me on Saturday. On Saturday night, Penny seemed fine in the car as we drove to our lovers' lane spot. Just after we jumped into the backseat, I asked Penny if everything was alright. She looked at the floor, "Things just got a little out of control last week." "We were in control, Penny. It couldn't have been safer. Christ, we were both fully dressed!" "Well, I wasn't in control." "What do you mean, Penny?" "I had a... an... an orgasm, Jake!" "Yeah. What's the big deal? So did I." "But I'd never had one before." Holy shit! It had been Penny's first orgasm -- dry-humping on the livingroom sofa! A junior in high school and never had an orgasm before -- no wonder I wasn't getting laid yet! I was at least smart enough to know that I should be gentle and understanding at that moment. "But, that's what we were trying to do, Penny. At least I was. It's not a bad thing, Penny. It's natural, and something special between the two of us." She was still staring at the floor. "I know. It just surprised me and maybe scared me a little." "Sure, I can understand that, especially if it never happened to you before. Do you know that it's okay to have orgasms? You don't get pregnant from them or anything." "Yes, I talked to Terri about it this week. She's been having them for a couple of years." She looked really young and vulnerable to me at that moment. I had my arm around her and I squeezed her tightly to me and said, "Penny, I want you so bad, I can't see straight. But I also like you" [I made a point NOT to say the real `L-word'] "so much that I don't want to do anything to mess up what we have. So, I guess I won't do that, again, if that's what you want." (Shakespeare reincarnate, eh? Sonnet #369, I think.) She smiled that dazzling, white smile at me and pressed her soft hand against the side of my face. "Oh, Jake, you're so sweet! Don't worry. You won't mess anything up. I'm all right, now. I just got scared when it happened, and then I was afraid you wouldn't call me anymore because I kicked you out, or because you'd think I was some kind of floozy slut. I was going crazy until you called." I moved Penny around, into that now familiar position in my arms, across my lap, and before I leaned down to kiss her, I said, "Just relax, Penny. I'm not going to stop calling you." * * * * * * * * * I could tell that something was different from that first kiss that night. Penny was more relaxed. She didn't stop me when I moved my hand up to caress her breast. Even through her bra and sweater, I could feel her nipples grow hard and long against my palm. Feeling bolder, I took my hand away and let it creep up Penny's smooth stomach under her sweater, still without protest. I could feel my breath becoming more rapid when, after massaging her breasts through her bra, I finally snaked my hand under the lace and elastic and cupped her naked breast-flesh in my hand for the first time. Penny sucked in a breath loudly. Something had changed! I didn't know if it was Penny's first orgasm, or our discussion about it, or her talk with Terri, but I didn't care. Penny was soon on her back on the back seat and I was kneeling on the floor. Her bra was unhooked and it and her sweater were pushed up under her neck, and I was making hungry, passionate lust to her absolutely marvelous tits with my hands and mouth. It seems like we stayed in that position for hours, Penny's breathing fast and shallow, on the brink of orgasm. Finally, as I flicked one nipple with my tongue and squeezed the other between my finger and thumb, Penny began a monumental orgasm, and I hadn't gone anywhere near her pussy! She moaned and then finally groaned so loud, I was sure people were looking from the other cars. Her cum went on and on, and as she was coming back down, I mounted her. This time, she obligingly spread her legs for me as I pressed my hard-on against her, finding the right spot for both of us, again. As I humped against her only a few times before I came, I gently held her softly-firm tits in my hands. The ride back to Penny's house was quiet. I think Penny was feeling a little guilty, but I was quiet out of satisfaction -- her tits were wonderful to play with, and I was positive that getting to fuck my little Penny was just around the corner. Inside, our coffee again forgotten, we were on the sofa with Penny's sweater and bra up around her neck when we heard Diane and her fiancee pull up outside. By the time Diane opened the door, we were giggling, innocently sitting next to each other, drinking our coffee and looking at a photo album I had grabbed to cover my still-hard cock. When Diane went into the kitchen, I used that opportunity to make my exit. Driving home, I reminisced about the night and looked forward to our next date. Just as I had to admit that I had never kissed a girl who could kiss as well as Penny, I realized that of all the girls I had dated, Penny had the biggest, roundest, firmest boobs, by far. I again wondered why she had changed her mind and allowed me such total access, but I didn't care if I could answer that question as long as she didn't change her mind back. *********** Chapter 3 ******* * I had my last exam the following week and I was done school for the year. My first year of college over and I knew my parents wouldn't be happy with my grades, but since I earned most of my tuition and borrowed the rest, and wasn't getting kicked out of school, they'd live; and as long as I didn't loose my student deferment, I was happy. Penny still had over a month of school left before her summer vacation began. By now, we were talking on the phone several times a week and, that week, I was anxious about our next date. I was afraid Penny had a week to think about what we had done and would play head games with herself and change her mind. I didn't have to worry. On her suggestion, I picked her up at her church after choir practice the following Friday night. Fifteen minutes later, we were parked at the darkest end of the closest lovers' lane and Penny's blouse and bra were lost somewhere in the car. Later that night, a few minutes before midnight, parked at the end of her driveway, we sat cuddled together listening to the radio. We were both pretty tired. I had played with Penny's breasts for hours, with her cumming time after time, and had humped ourselves to orgasm twice. As we sat there, Penny giggled a cute little giggle and pointed to my still-wet trousers, "That sure makes a mess. How do you get in the house looking like that?" "Everybody's asleep by the time I get home. I don't want to know what my mother thinks when she does the laundry. I like to imagine that she's not checking the crotch of my pants for dried cum-spots!" "Geez, I didn't think about that. Embarrassing." As we were talking, Penny's hand was lightly stroking my thigh and my eighteen-year-old cock was quickly rejoining the living. This was the first time that Penny had taken any initiative below my belt with her hand, and I was liking it. I didn't want to do anything to distract her or scare her off. "But the pleasure is worth the embarrassment. Unless I rub up against a rough seam or the zipper." "Really? What happens?" "Well, to say it gets sore would be an understatement." Penny's hand was now very gently stroking along the length of my now-hard cock. We sat quiet for a few minutes, and then I caught my breath as I listened to my zipper being pulled open. Penny's soft hand felt its way past my zipper and into the front hole of my boxers. I think I almost fainted when I felt her cool, soft skin touch me. "Oh, Jake... It's so warm and smooth and soft... and hard. I had no idea!" I shifted in my seat and Penny knew what I wanted, needed. I helped her as she pushed my clothes out of the way and drew my erection into the open. She gently placed both hands on it and squeezed softly. "Its so smooth, so smooth. I've never felt anything like this before, Jake. Am I doing it right?" Not wanting to talk and risk breaking the spell, I nodded and placed my hand on top of hers, curling her little fingers around my hardness and began a stroking motion. Penny continued the rhythm perfectly when I removed my hand. "Mmmmm, so smooth. I can't believe this! I love the way it feels!" I couldn't believe it when Penny then leaned over and kissed the head of my prick! She moaned something about it's smoothness again, and then proceed to kiss and lick the knob and underside, driving me absolutely out of my skull. I had had blow-jobs before, but never with this innocent enthusiasm before! Without any coaching from me, Penny placed her hot, wet mouth over the end of my dick and then lowered her head, moaning as she was taking me deeper. I was ready to blow! I placed my hands on the back of her head, illustrating the motion to take, which she immediately started, bobbing up and down on my cock. I couldn't wait to cum in her mouth! I didn't have to wait long. With the first spurt of cum, Penny pressed hard against my hands, but kept me in her mouth. Finally, when I stopped shooting and moved my hands away, she quickly straightened up, stuck her head out the car window, and spit my cum out of her mouth. When she pulled back into the car she turned and smiled at me and wiped her hand across her lips, "Sorry, that just sort of surprised me. It's not bad, at all, honest." Then, with the most beautiful innocence in her eyes and voice, she asked, "Did I do all right?" I took her in my arms, "That was perfect, Penny. Perfect." "And, it's a lot neater than the old way. You won't go home with any wet spots on your pants ever again!" And I never did. [To this day, almost thirty years later, no one has ever given me a better blow-job than Penny. She obviously liked what she was doing and never tired of touching the skin on my cock, either with her hands or mouth. She was energetic, imaginative, and enthusiastic. After that first time, she never again spit my cum out. Instead, she would suck the last possible drop and swallow the load with a smile on her face, happy with her accomplishment. She is the best cocksucker I have ever had the pleasure to meet.] The next night, at the drive-in, Penny blew me three times. The following Friday night, I picked her up after choir practice, again, and she had my cock out of my pants and buried in her mouth before we were off the church parking lot! It didn't take me long to figure out that Penny loved to suck cock. But, over the next several weeks, it still amazed me that after swallowing load after load of my cum, she still wouldn't let me into her panties. What was she saving it for? ************** Chapter 4 ******* * Other than not getting laid, I was having the Summer of my life. I was working for the "Summit" supermarket chain, and the big annual event was the employee picnic in June. About ten stores in the region got together and rented out a private pool club for the day. The company supplied all the food and the band, and we all chipped in five bucks each for kegs and kegs of beer. There were all the picnic games, like egg-tossing and bag- races, and there was a perpetual softball game going on, all of them getting funnier as drunkenness ran rampant as the day progressed. Over the five years that I worked for Summit, something memorable happened at every picnic (and I'll tell you about them at another time). Anyway, the week before the picnic, Sharon Abrams, a cashier at the store, asked me if I could give her a lift to and from the picnic. Sharon was in her freshman year of college, too, but I didn't know her all that well. She was very cute and had a nice body, but she didn't hang around with our group in work and had made it clear that she was *VERY* seriously involved with a guy (a Pre-Law or Pre-Med at the local Ivy). In fact, if she took her breaks or hung around with anybody, it was usually with the full-time cashiers, who were all married and mothers. So, I was surprised when she approached me. "Sure, Sharon. You're welcome to come along with me, but I have to get there early and help set-up the little kids' games." "That's all right, Jake. I'm Jewish and I don't go to church on Sunday mornings. I'll help, too." "And I usually stay until they turn the lights out." She smiled. "I won't turn into a pumpkin." "Is Larry coming, too?" Larry was the love of her life. "Lawrence? He prefers `Lawrence' now, you know. No, he's not coming. Just me. Here's directions to my house. I really appreciate it, Jake." "No problem." * * * * * * * * * * * Now, I hadn't asked Penny to go, because the picnic was a "guys'" thing for me. It was a great time for the male part- timers to get together, eat free food, drink till we couldn't drink anymore, play ball and goof off with a bunch of the people we worked with the rest of the year. It was a great time to act like an idiot and not have to worry about a date. When I told Penny that I helped set-up and that none of the guys brought dates, she said she understood, and I took her at her word. Sunday morning was perfect; clear and sunny and still a little cool before the late-June heat cranked up for the day. I didn't have any problem finding Sharon's house (and it was too big to miss!), and she was standing outside waiting for me. I had to look twice to make sure it was her. In work, she almost always wore her dark hair up in some kind of bun or knot, but today, it was hanging free, below her shoulders, shiny, black, and full of big waves; and, she was wearing make-up -- something else I had never seen her wear. She was wearing snug, white short-shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt top that was tight enough in the cool morning air to make it very obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. The uniform that the women wore at work was pretty nice, as far as the male employees were concerned -- it was a pale blue-green dress that was thin enough that all the women usually wore full slips under them, and they were tight enough that they didn't hide a good body. So, as I said, we knew Sharon had a nice body, but I didn't realize how nice until I saw her in that tight top and those shorts. "`Morning. I hope I didn't get you up too early." "Hi, Jake. No, I didn't mind waking up today. It's beautiful." I watched her as she threw her stuff in the back and sat beside me, putting her sunglasses on. "You look great, Sharon." She turned and looked at me for longer than necessary, smiled a canary-full cat smile, and turned her head straight ahead. "Thanks, Jake." There was a little tension in the car for the first few minutes (it was definitely *sexual* tension on my part!), but we were soon talking about the people we worked with and we both relaxed. The pool club that the company rented had been a farm, so there was no shortage of room. Besides the pool and pavilions, there were two ball diamonds, fields for parking, fields for games, etc. And on a winding path through some woods, there was even a covered footbridge over a fast-flowing creek. It was a cool place. We got there early and started working. Sharon was the only girl there, but she pitched in right along side of me and we had a lot of fun, working up a sweat. (And I had a lot of fun watching her t-shirt as she worked up a sweat.) We set up some of the kids' games, raked the base paths and anchored the bases, set the tables up, fired up the charcoal grills, tapped the kegs, and put all the sodas on ice. We were done by ten and the crowd didn't show up until eleven, so we decided to take a quick dip before the pool got too crowded. Sharon ran to the cabana, but I just stripped off my shirt and sneakers (Chuck Taylor All-Stars, of course!) and jumped into the cold water. I was popping up for air after a couple of laps, to hear the enthusiastic hoots and whistles of the other guys. When I looked in the direction of the cabana, I whistled myself. Sharon was walking to the pool in (what in those days qualified as) a small white bikini. Her body was tan and firm and looked terrific. She had nice-sized, firm breasts, a flat stomach, a small, tight waist, and nicely rounded buns -- Larry (excuse me, LAWRENCE!) was a lucky guy. Sharon reached the pool, dropped her towel, did a big smile and a small bow to her fans and jumped into the pool next to me. I again had to wonder if this was the same girl I had been working with for a year. The shorts and t-shirt, helping with the dirty work, the bikini, the good-humored bow -- she seemed so much more... relaxed... today than she usually was in the store. I felt her hand on my shoulder as she pulled herself up to the surface. "Woooo! You didn't tell me it was this cold!" she spurted. I laughed. "It's still June, what did you expect? Want to get out?" "No, I'm getting used to it and it feels good after all that work." We just lazed around in the water until people started showing up. Just before we got out of the pool, Sharon swam close to me and asked me about something. As we talked, she sort of drifted closer and her thigh slid between my thighs. Instantly, even in the cold water, my dick reacted. Her thigh stayed close long enough that I was sure she felt my growing erection, and then she swam to the steps and went to change. I stayed in the pool until I shrank to a less-obvious condition, wondering if her touch had been intentional. And where was Larry -- er, Lawrence? I was beginning to wonder if something was going on here and I was being a little slow on the up-take. And then I wondered, if something *WAS* going on here, what about Penny?!? I didn't want to pursue that line of thought too long at that moment. I finally got out of the pool and dried off, waiting for the sun to dry my shorts. I found some of my friends and joined them. As we drank and talked, I saw Sharon come out of the cabana and head for a table where some of the women from the store were setting up with their families. Just before she got there, she smiled at me and waved. I smiled and waved back. My friends turned around and saw Sharon in her cute little outfit and went nuts. "No way that's Sharon!" "Jesus, look at that body!" "Look at that hair!" "She sure looks a lot different out of uniform!" I smiled at them. "And you guys missed the real show. You better hope it gets real hot and she feels like taking another swim." It was a great day. Sharon helped me run some of the little kids' games, and then she watched as our store's grocery department played a softball game against the meat department. Between innings, she'd hand me a fresh beer. After I hit a home run (not so hard since the left fielder was taking a piss as the ball slowly rolled past him!), Sharon was waiting at home plate and gave me a very enthusiastic hug and kiss. Yep -- something was definitely going on! After a quick dip to cool off and clean up, I found Sharon waiting for me with a fresh beer. "Wanna go for a walk?" she asked. "Sure. Thanks for the beer. I think I'll make this my last if I'm going to drive anywhere." I was buzzed, but not blitzed. We strolled around the pavilions, talking to friends and laughing at the drunks; then across the fields, and to the parking lot. Sharon got a blanket from her stuff in the car and we resumed walking. On the covered bridge, almost pitch dark in the twilight, we stood at the side opening and watched the water rush by under us. It was nice. It was cool and dark and the water was making that slurpy, ripply noise as it rushed over the smooth rocks. I didn't have to think too hard about what I did next. I leaned down and kissed Sharon on the lips. She didn't pull away. Instead, she dropped the blanket, stepped closer to me and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back. After a while, Sharon broke away, and I thought the moment was over. Instead, she picked-up the blanket, took my hand, and pulled me across the bridge and into the small patch of woods. In seconds, the blanket was spread on the ground and Sharon was spread naked on it, gesturing with her finger for me to join her in heaven. ************** Chapter 5 ******* * Reader, it's time you know something: There I am, standing in the front of the room, looking at all the other horny guys with the same affliction... "Hello, my name is Jake and I am a virgin." * * * * * Or I was at that moment. Sure, I had dated a lot of girls, some for a while, and had done almost everything, but I had not yet gone all the way. It wasn't for a lack of trying on my part. It was a different time. I played the game hard, but never got past third base (whatever that is). And here I was, on the verge of losing the stigma. This girl was naked and spread open and ready! She wanted it and she wanted it from me! Not that I was planning to tell her, but she was about to pop my cherry and I knew I'd remember this moment the rest of my life. Then the thought flashed through my brain that it was the wrong moment because it was the wrong girl -- it wasn't Penny. As I said, that thought FLASHED through my brain. * * * * * * * I looked down at Sharon. Her breasts were firm and round, topped with huge brown nipples. Her pussy was covered with thick, black, tightly-curled hair. She was holding her arms and legs open for me. "C'mon, Jake." I pulled off my shirt and dropped my shorts and underwear in one move and collapsed to the ground into Sharon's arms. Her skin was dry and smooth and taut. Her lips were hot and she kissed my lips, my nose, ears, neck, and chest. She started to move her lips down across my stomach and I didn't want to stop her, but I did. I wanted to just shove my cock into her so bad! But I wanted to wait, to take my time and show her I wasn't just some testosterone-crazed asshole. I don't know where I got that kind of control at that moment. I wanted to taste her. We rolled over and I began kissing and sucking and biting her wonderful skin. Her face, down her neck, around and around those big, brown nipples. Now, it was my turn to move lower. As I did, she cried out to me through clenched teeth, "No! Do it, Jake! Let's do it, right NOW!" I wanted to, I really did, but I kept moving my mouth lower, until I pressed it through her thick hair and found her hot slit with my tongue. "Ugghhh...OOOoooHHH...Ugghhh!" She wrapped her legs around my head and squeezed them tighter, pressing me deeper into her cunt. I moved my mouth over her hard little clit and sucked it between my teeth. "Ahhhhh!" She was cumming over and over, still holding my head between her thighs. Finally, she let go and I slid up on her. Her eyes were actually sparkling in the faint light. "Oh, Jake, that was wonderful! Please! Let's do it now, okay?" "Okay, Sharon, we'll do it now." My rock-hard cock was pressed into her dense, springy hair. I adjusted my position a little and felt Sharon's hand grasp my dick and place the head at her opening. I could feel her heat, and as I inched down, her wetness. Much easier than I expected, my cock slid into her until my pubic hair was tangling with hers. I had read and heard a woman's pussy described many ways but no description prepared you for the true pleasure of what it actually feels like wrapped around your prick. Warm, hot, wet, tight, slippery, satin, silk, velvet -- words just don't suffice. I couldn't believe it. I was finally getting laid! And by a girl I never expected to be fucking in a thousand years. I didn't know how we had ended up on that blanket, fucking like rabbits; but way down, in my deepest, most secret thoughts, I was thinking I had slowly charmed this girl in my subtle, quiet, inimitable way. That I had made her forego a date with Larry to be with me at this picnic, and that she couldn't help herself for wanting me. But very soon, I wasn't thinking any more remotely rational thoughts. I was going to cum. And I was gonna cum in a pussy! EeeOwww! What a cum it was! Even the little portable radio we brought with us cooperated -- it was playing Otis Redding, singing "These Arms of Mine" and I knew in that instant that I could never again hear that song without thinking about Sharon and me on that blanket. When I rejoined the living, I rolled over, still connected to Sharon. We cuddled. "Ummm, that was nice, Jake." "I'll say!" "We better get back to the crowd before they send out scouts." I laughed, "Believe me, when a guy and a girl disappear, they definitely are NOT going to send out the troops." "Maybe your friends. What about mine? You ready to take on Agnes?" Agnes was a big, bossy, mouthy bitch that thought she was the unofficial leader of all the female employees at the store. "No, I don't have the energy to take her on, right now. I'll get dressed." I held Sharon's hand as we walked across the bridge, but she pulled away from me as we approached the pavilions. People were packing up, and only the poker players were staying put. We gathered our stuff and headed for the car. I had never been this sober and this happy leaving a picnic. Sharon was quiet on the ride home, but I didn't mind. I was savoring my mood, and it was a very, very good mood. The one speedbump on my little sex-filled road of life with Sharon was telling Penny. I knew she thought we were serious, and I admitted that I hadn't done anything to give her a different impression, but... Well, having sex with Sharon made everything different. I pulled into Sharon's driveway and pulled her closer. "Not here, Jake. My parents spy out the window." "What days do you work this week?" "Oh, didn't I tell you? I leave for Long Island for a week, tomorrow. Vacation." "A week? No, I... I didn't realize. I'll miss you!" She opened the door, "You're sweet, Jake. Thanks for the ride." "Yeah, the ride. You're welcome. Thank you!" She gave me another of those smiles as she closed the car door and waved to me. "Bye, Jake." Then she ran up to and into the house. As I drove away I thought, "Well, that was weird! She acted like nothing special happened." ************** Chapter 6 ******* * I wasn't going to blab it all over the store what happened with Sharon and me at the picnic, but on Monday, I did tell Billy, my best friend working with me. "Shit! I can't believe it, Jake!" "It's true." "Oh, I believe you, man. I just meant... you know... Sharon Abrams? I'll admit, she looked very scrumptious at the picnic, and now that you mention it, she was paying a lot of attention to you. What about the guy she's dating?" "Don't know. She barely mentioned him, and as I said, we really didn't talk too much about things after it happened." "Are you serious about her, Jake?" "Well, I've been thinking about it, and... yeah... I mean... we did it, you know? So, I guess I AM serious about her. She's a nice girl." "Who fucks." I smiled. "Yeah, she's a nice girl who fucks." "What about Penny?" "I guess I gotta tell her, Billy. No sense leading her on. She's really great and I really like her, so I don't want to cheat on her." "Don't do it, man. Don't say anything! At least not until Sharon gets back and you see what's going on. You know, to make sure you both are in the same place." "Why? You know her. You think she'd fuck me if she didn't like me?" "No, she certainly doesn't seem like that type. She always impressed me as the type that didn't fuck before marriage, but I don't know. It's just weird, Jake. For her to come on so strong after being the Ice Princess for so long. It's just weird. Something's not kosher." "Is that supposed to be a pun or something?" Billy looked at me and then laughed, "No, no... I didn't intend that, but that's something else to consider. Maybe her folks won't dig their daughter dating a Catholic boy. And I met your mom, Jake, she's gonna shit grapefruits! Her little Catholic bambino!" It was a lot to think about, and it was a long week, each minute dragging by. By Wednesday night I knew I couldn't hold off talking to Penny any longer. I knew what I had to do. I liked her too much to lie to her. I called her from the store and said I'd stop by after work. She was waiting out front when I pulled up. "Hey, I missed you, mister!" She was all smiles as she got in the car and leaned over to kiss me and give my cock an affectionate squeeze. This wasn't going to be easy. In a few minutes we were parked in our favorite lovers' lane spot. "We getting in the backseat or what? What's the matter, Jake? Something's very wrong. What is it?" "Penny..." She was close and staring into my eyes. I didn't want to hurt her. "Jake, tell me. What's wrong? Is it your parents?" "No, Penny, it's not home. It's something else." "Tell me. You can tell me anything, Jake." "Penny..." I knew I had to jump right in. It wasn't getting any easier. "Penny, I'm seeing another girl. And it's gotten pretty serious." Whew, I got it out. Penny's face just sort of froze for thirty seconds or so. She didn't say a word. And then all of her features shattered as she broke into tears. "Penny... Penny, I'm sorry." I tried to hug her to me but she pulled away and slid over against the door. "Take me home, Jake." "Penny, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I-" "Now! Take me home now, you bastard!" I felt like shit. * * * * * * * * * * My mood didn't improve. I felt like a real dick for what I did to Penny. We had been dating for a while and I had become attached. I was really going to miss her (and in my less noble moments, I admitted I was really going to miss her superb blow- jobs!). I vacillated between missing Penny and looking forward to Sharon's return. Finally, Sunday came and I called Sharon's house to see if they were home from vacation. She answered the phone. She sounded cool and reserved after I said "hi!" "Sorry, Jake. I can't really talk now." "Oh, I was hoping we could... You know... Maybe get together later." This wasn't what I had been expecting. "I can't. Sorry." "But, Sharon-" "Jake, I have to go." "Sharon!" "Jake, Lawrence is here. I have to go." That was a shocker. What the fuck was he doing there? "Well, when will I see you in work this week?" "You won't, Jake." "What do you mean?" "I called up during the week and asked for a transfer. I start at another store tomorrow." "What? Why? What's goin' on, Sharon? I thought-" "I'm sorry, Jake. I'm sorry for what you're thinking, but that's not what's happening. I'm getting engaged to Lawrence." It's a good thing I was sitting down. Everything was spinning too fast, like closing your eyes in bed with a good drunk on. "What... what about the picnic?" "You're not making this easy, Jake. Why did you have to be so sweet to me? I thought you'd be an asshole." "I don't understand, Sharon." "Jake, I'm sorry. What I did was wrong. I screwed you because Lawrence screwed some dumb blonde. I had to show him how easy it would be for me. I was hurt and I wanted to get even. But we've worked things out and we're going to pick out a ring this week." I didn't have anything to say, but I was gripping the phone hard enough to cramp my fingers. "Jake? I have to go. You're sweet, and it was nice working with you. Be happy for me! Goodbye, Jake." I didn't think I could feel any worse, but I was wrong. * * * * * * * * * * Monday night, after the store closed, I was walking to my car when a Cadillac pulled between me and my car. A guy got out of the passenger side. The other doors were opening. "You Jake?" Oh-oh! "Yeah. Who are you?" "I'm Lawrence Feldstein. Ring any bells, shit-face?" I was in trouble and knew it. There was four of them and I had been careless. The biggest one moved behind me and wrapped my arms behind me. Lawrence stepped up to me. "Putting the moves on Sharon was the wrong thing to do, goyim." "Put the moves on? Is that what she told you? She chased me! We fucked our brains out and she wanted more!" He buried his right fist in my stomach. It felt like he made it all the way back to my spine. I doubled over and staggered back a step or two. The lug holding me let me take that step. I came down on his left foot with the heel of my left shoe and then stepped into my next move. The goalpost was forty yards away and I wanted to put Lawrence's balls through the uprights. One step with my left and then my right came up with everything I had. Lawrence made a funny little "Ulf!" noise and then bent over at the waist. In the purple gas lights of the parking lot, his face looked like it was turning green. He opened his mouth and vomited on my pants and shoes. Three points! I was still catching my breath when his friend behind me wrapped his arms around me and the two guys by the car started walking towards me. I was going to have the living shit beat out of me and there wasn't a thing I could do about it. "Enough! I've called the cops!" It was Dennis, the assistant manager of the store, with Billy and the two guys from the produce department. The guy holding me let go and the other two guys helped Lawrence into the Caddie, and they pulled off the lot with a squeal of tires and a little puff of burnt rubber. I tried to say "thanks" to my rescuers, but I had just enough time to stagger over to the curb, bend over and puke up my chili-dog-and-Tastykake dinner. I couldn't have felt more sorry for myself than I did at that moment. I had hurt Penny and broken up with her because of Sharon and Sharon had used me because of Lawrence and I had Lawrence's dinner on my shoes and pants and I could only breathe in short gasps as I spit out the last of my stomach contents. I hurt -- physically and emotionally. I was alone -- all alone. I was ready to cry. Carefully, I straightened up and leaned against my car. >From a cooler in his car, Dennis had produced a cold six-pack and Billy handed me a can. The five of us popped the tops and I took a small drink of the cold beer. Billy patted me on the shoulder. "I sure hope you were a good fuck for Sharon; it may have to last her for a while. I saw that kick you gave Lawrence -- I don't think he'll be getting a hard-on for a few days." I started to laugh, but it hurt. But, then like magic, I didn't hurt as badly. I looked at my friends, raised my can in a toast and then broke out in the biggest laugh I'd had in weeks. Hey! I was young, employed, and draft-deferred. And it was the Sixties, man! <<<<<< TO BE CONTINUED (someday) >>>>>> (c) Copyright July, 1994 by J BOSWELL. All rights, except those explicitly detailed below, ARE RESERVED BY THE AUTHOR. 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