Message-ID: <17988eli$9812130430@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: M.T.Head Subject: Repost: "Find a Penny" by J. Boswell (complete) (MF, cons, cheat) 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: <19981213023423.241.qmail@nym.alias.net> I did not write this story, the author is Jake Boswell . Please send him your comments. Find a Penny... (Reminiscing) by J BOSWELL (J.Boswell@usa.net) (c) Copyright 1994 and November 1998 by J BOSWELL, all rights, except those explicitly detailed below, ARE RESERVED BY THE AUTHOR. Electronic distribution (as a text file on an "adults only" site) is permitted without alteration, but inclusion in any type of "publication" offered for sale (eg., book, magazine, CD-ROM, etc.), or "subscription-only" sites requires the author's explicit permission. WARNING: This work of fiction is intended to be read by adults only. The author has uploaded it only to "Adults, only" sites, and requests that you exercise the same discretion. Also, this is fiction -- in real life, please protect your lover and yourself by practicing safe sex. * Part One of Five * Chapter 1 ******* * * Spring, 1994 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 lake, nursing my beer, listening to an ad for tickets, it sure brought back the memories... * * * * * * * * * It was the Sixties, man. The radio was playing Santana and Motown, James Brown and Simon and Garfunkel, The Beatles, Otis Redding, 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 sorry 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 (that's the way things were then -- Catholic boys went here and Catholic girls went there (accompanied by nuns!)). I was full of myself -- life was simple and fun, and I had it by the balls and knew it. A bunch of us were commuting to school and had been together since the 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 protests and 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 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 all that 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'Donnell 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 siblings. "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 only 17 and 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 was a year or so older than me and always had a sharp, fast tongue -- 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. * * * * * * * * * * * By one of the immutable "guy-rules" of the time, 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 Who 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 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 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 with a big grin on her pretty face. 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 (and optimistic) -- 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 Penny and me 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 so he wouldn't get a busy signal. 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 toward 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." "Yes sir. Thank you, sir." (How obsequious I was! Although it never seemed to hurt when dealing with a girl's father.) 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 within sight of the Pearly Gates! 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! She was a junior in high school and never had an orgasm before -- no wonder I wasn't getting laid yet! Then I reminded myself that she was only fifteen years old (having skipped several grade school grades), and that was still pretty young [well, it was in those days!]. 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 badly, 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, warm 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 then?" "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 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, over 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 "Green Meadows" 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 sodas 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, getting funnier as drunkenness ran rampant as the day progressed. Over the five years that I worked for GM, 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 had just finished 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 lunches and 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 "guy's'" 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 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 over 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, with this audience, I don't think I could get out right now." She tilted her head down and I followed her look. Her nipples were sticking out a mile in the small, tight cups. "Besides, 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 enough 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 and a tiny radio 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 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." * Well, I was at that moment. Sure, I had dated some 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 lovely 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 [even though I knew I was]. 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, wave after wave, 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 cunt 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 tomorrow, I'll be gone a week. 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 Sharon. 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 was wrong about that. 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 were four of them and I had been careless. The biggest one moved behind me and easily held my arms behind me. Lawrence stepped up to me. "Putting the moves on Sharon was the wrong thing to do, goy-boy." "Put the moves on? Is that what she told you? She chased me! We fucked our brains out and she wanted more! She said it was great fuckin' a real dick for a change!" 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. Field Goal -- 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-Twinkie 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, slowly, 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! *********** Find a Penny...(Reminiscing) by J BOSWELL (J.Boswell@usa.net) WARNING: This work of fiction is intended to be read by adults only. The author has uploaded it only to known "Adults, only" sites, and requests that you exercise the same discretion. Also, this is fiction -- in real life, please protect your lover and yourself by practicing safe sex. (c) Copyright October, 1996, November 1998 by J BOSWELL, all rights, except those explicitly detailed below, ARE RESERVED BY THE AUTHOR. Electronic distribution (as a text file on an "adults only" site) is permitted without alteration, but inclusion in any type of "publication" offered for sale (eg., book, magazine, CD-ROM, subscription site, etc.) requires the author's explicit permission. Part Two of Five Chapter 7 ******* * I was screwed and knew it. Penny hung up on me every time I called her house and I had no intention of ever calling Sharon again. The only good news was that Larry and his friends didn't return. My thoughts were a jumble. I had been too intent on losing my virginity and too lax thinking about Penny's feelings. I had put what I had with Penny up at risk, and I lost her as a result. I had also attempted to be noble and honest instead of listening to Billy -- he was right, I shouldn't have told Penny about the picnic until I was sure where I stood with Sharon. I had been stupid. I should have known something was hinky the way Sharon came on to me -- I'm no Cary Grant. Why did I do it? Why did Sharon pick me? Why did I give up the sure thing I had with Penny? Of course (and this was a little scary!), part of me was quite comfortable with the thought that getting laid for the first time had been worth all of it! * * * Two weeks after my little episode with Larry, I walked out of the store after work and saw a brand new Mustang parked next to my old Chevy. I only saw one head in the car and decided I'd like to meet Larry one-on-one. I had two weeks of being pissed at myself to work out on him. When I got close, the car door opened and I tensed, waiting. To my surprise, I watched as two curvy, tanned, long legs appeared. It was Penny's sister, Diane, looking very good in make-up, short white shorts, and a yellow summer blouse. She got right to the point. "What's going on with you and Penny, Jake?" She used her normal, haughty, cold-bitch tone on me. "Whatever it is, it isn't your business, Diane." My voice took on a tone that even I didn't like, but I couldn't help being snitty in return. Even though I knew she could help me get back with Penny, I couldn't control myself. She always brought out the worst in me. She was only two years older than me, but she acted like she was an adult and Penny and I were children. She had gotten a good job in a law office after graduating from high school and she was now engaged to Richard. Richard was a fucking accountant -- twenty-seven years old and a little to the right of Attila the Hun politically -- who probably didn't take off his glasses in bed. Diane knew for a fact that her life was perfect and the rest of us were lucky to know her. "It *IS* my business when she sulks around the house and cries herself to sleep every night for two weeks. What did you do to her, you bastard?" "I'm sorry she's so upset. I've called. I tried to talk to her. She hangs up on me." "Why didn't you come to the house?" "What, and run into you or your father before Penny slammed the door in my face? Forget it. Go home, Diane. Mind your own business." "Fine, be a hard-nose, Jake. Forget I stopped by. I came by to say that if you had any nerve, you'd follow me to the house. Our parents are away and I'm going out with Richard. You two would be alone to talk it out." I was touched, but my pride spoke first, "I don't think so." I got in my car. By the time I turned the ignition, Diane's car was pulling off the lot with a squeal of tires. "Bitch!" I thought. But, when I got to the street, instead of turning left and heading south to home, I made a right hand turn. In ten minutes I was parked down the street from Penny's house. After Diane and Richard pulled off (in his practical, 4-door Plymouth sedan), I rolled down the street and stopped in front of the house. I climbed up the steps and rang the doorbell. The door swung open and Penny was standing there. She looked great, even though she had white powder on her face and hands -- she must have been baking. She was surprised, no, shocked, to see me. She just stood there and stared. "Penny..." I wasn't sure what to say before she slammed the door in my face. "Oh, Jake!" And then she was in my arms and things were on their way to getting a lot better, fast. I helped her clean the kitchen and make some coffee. We talked as we worked. I apologized and I told her everything that had happened and why I did what I did. I even told her that I had been a virgin. "Jake, if you hadn't been such a bastard to me, doing what you did, I'd almost feel sorry for you. She used you to hurt her boyfriend and if you hadn't let your penis do your thinking for you, you would have seen what was going on. How could you be so dumb?" "I think you just answered that question. I let the wrong head make the wrong decision!" I smiled a weak smile. "Cute. Are you trying to charm your way back into my life?" "Will it work? I've missed you terribly, Penny." "And I've missed you. But I'm still pissed at you. So pissed, I'd like to smack you. I still can't believe you'd do that with another girl!" We sat at the kitchen table, eating her still-warm chocolate-chip cookies, and talked and talked. She was angry and she let me know it. I knew I deserved it, and as I listened to her, I just kept hoping we could get back to where we were before the picnic. When the coffee was gone, we moved to the sofa. I leaned down to kiss her. "No. I'm not done being mad at you, Jake. You really hurt me." Part of me felt like a scolded child and was getting tired of being yelled at. That part of me wanted it over so we could move on. The other part of me could see the tremendously hurtful thing I had done to Penny. As I listened I shuddered, thinking how I would feel if she had done the same to me. I stood up and reached for her hand. "I'd better go, Penny. I've listened to everything you've said and I can't argue with any of it. But, I can't go back and undo any of it. All I can do is tell you how sincerely sorry I am and promise that it will never, never happen again as long as we are together. You have my number and if and when you're ready, you can call me and we can talk. I want to get back together, Penny, but if we can't, I'll understand." She stood up and followed me to the door. We hugged and I kissed her forehead, her cheeks. She patted my cheek a few times, and then she slapped me -- I mean she really hauled off and slapped me! I think we were both surprised. "Oh, Jake! I'm so, so sorry! I didn't mean to do that! Honest!" "`S okay. I deserved it. I'll be waiting to hear from you." "What, you expect me to sit home ANOTHER summer night? Oh, no, mister, you don't get off that easily. Do you work tomorrow?" "Yeah, but I'm done at six." I liked where this conversation was going. "Take me to a movie?" "Sure! There's a Clint Eastwood at the Lincoln." "No, Jake. Not a drive-in. I want to go to a real theater, where we walk in, sit down and watch a movie with no guns in it, in air-conditioned comfort and eat a big bucket of buttered popcorn. And we keep our clothes on longer than the coming attractions!" She was having trouble not laughing, and looking so pretty doing it. "Geeze, you drive a hard bargain, girl. But it's a deal." My ear was ringing and my cheek was on fire from the slap, but I was smiling. "You know? I really do feel better now. Maybe I did mean to slap you!" I rubbed my cheek and shook my head, "You had your one swing at me, Penny. I don't think I'll be giving you reason to take another." I leaned down to kiss her and her lips met mine and parted and our tongues touched. Things were getting better fast. * Chapter 8 ******* * We went to the movies that next night, and many other nights. It wasn't long before things settled down and we found ourselves parked for hours on the dark lovers' lanes. The Summer passed quickly and we were back in school all too soon. My sideburns and hair were a little longer, and I was sporting the beginning of a droopy moustache. My sex life with Penny returned to where it had been, but not an inch farther. Everything covered by that '60's abomination of a chastity belt -- the pantigirdle -- was still off limits. I'd like to say that I was content; that I was a gentleman; that I was respectful of Penny's decision -- but I wasn't. Every time we were alone I begged and pleaded and cajoled; I badgered, and pressured and argued; I was relentless. And, through it all, Penny remained firm. As I felt sorry for myself for still not getting laid, I was telling myself to stop whining because Penny's blow-jobs were frequent and exquisite. So it went, date after date after date. Penny was in her Senior year in high school and got very busy on the school newspaper and yearbook. I was working almost thirty hours a week and carrying eighteen credits and trying to bring my grades up. Friday nights were spent working in the store and then going out with the guys to parties and beer-nights and Frat open houses. Saturday nights were dates with Penny. The days and nights flew by. I went to my first anti-war demonstration in September and another in October. For Christmas, I bought Penny a cheap pearl ring -- and we were officially "going steady." January brought a report card even my parents were happy with. April was another demonstration, this time in Washington, D.C. May was the end of my sophomore year in college, with an even better accum -- I was finally getting the hang of this college thing. Penny and I were getting along great, but we were deep in a routine. We mostly saw each other only on Saturday nights -- sometimes a party in Vince's basement, sometimes a Frat party, sometimes a movie, but always ending the date by parking somewhere and enjoying each other's young body. The kissing and touching were great; the blow-jobs fantastic, but we were a long-term couple, going "steady." I was young and filled with dreams (many of them erotic!) and being "settled down" so soon, even with someone as sweet and charming as Penny, wasn't what I had in mind for me at nineteen years old. There were Friday nights at a stag dance or a Frat house when I would find myself kissing and feeling another girl in my arms as we danced a slow dance. Sometimes we would find a chair or sofa and the petting would become heavy. I told myself I was nineteen years old and a healthy, horny male. I even argued with myself that I was justified because Penny and I weren't fucking. But no matter who the girl was, I always stopped myself in time -- before the point where I knew I would feel too guilty to face Penny again. Sometimes the girls were surprised, giving me their phone numbers because I was such a "gentleman," and sometimes they were pissed, calling me every name from "fag" to "eunuch." I wanted to -- oh, how I wanted to -- but I didn't. The girl I most wanted to make love with was my sweet Penny. But, oh those temptations! * * * One of those temptations came from the unlikeliest of people. It happened during the second Summer Penny and I were dating... It was August. Hot and muggy when I walked out of the store after my shift ended at 6 p.m. Instead of going home and then back to Penny's, it was easier to just go to Penny's. Besides, Penny's mother was a much better cook than mine was and I could always grub a good meal there. As I pulled up in front of Penny's house I couldn't remember if she was working until 10 p.m. that night, or the next night. It didn't matter, I'd just watch some TV and wait. Diane opened the door to my knock. She was in a wet bathing suit and holding a blender full of something white and frothy. Her pretty face was a little flushed. I made a gallant effort to look into her eyes and not check out her body. "Oh, hello, Jake." "Hi, Diane. Is Penny home?" "No. She's working late tonight." "Oh. Well, sorry to disturb you." I turned on the step. "Ah, Jake?" I turned around. "Um, I was just going to jump back into the pool and sip on a Pina Colada... um... and I have a whole pitcher. You, ah, you could wait in the pool for Penny to get home. If you want, that is! Ah, do you have a suit here?" I didn't quite know what to say. Over the time I had been dating Penny, my relationship with Diane had softened somewhat, but was still formal and distant. Yet, here she was offering to share both the pool and a drink with me. She was obviously having a difficult time inviting me, and I didn't want to do anything to piss her off and re-establish the Berlin Wall in the family. "Sure, I have a suit here. And I've never had a Pina Colada, before." Diane giggled (something I had never seen her do before) and held a finger up to her lips, "Shh... Don't tell anybody, but this is my second pitcher. I'm getting snockered!" When I got out to the pool Diane was already in it, sipping her drink from a plastic pineapple. The pool was one of those above-ground rings, between four and five feet deep with a deck built around it. I draped my towel over the railing and slid into the water, so as not to splash her. I vowed to be on my best behavior. Diane held out another pineapple and I walked over to her. "I know Richard's away with the Reserves for the weekend. Where's your mom and dad?" "One of dad's old partners is having a big retirement party. They will be out late. So, how do you like your first Pina Colada?" "Not bad. A little on the sweet side for me, but I like how you can taste the rum." Diane laughed. "That's because I made them too strong! I can only drink so much of the fruit stuff." And then she laughed again. "You have a great laugh, Diane. You should do it more often." The humor dropped away from her face and she looked at me with a very serious face. "What do I have to laugh about, Jake?" I didn't like the mood shifting so suddenly. Diane had obviously been drinking for a while and I still had at least three hours before Penny arrived to rescue me. "C'mon, Diane, you have the world licked. You're young and beautiful, the apple of your parents' eyes. You've got a great job, a lot of friends, a Mustang, and, oh yeah, you're marrying Richard in about a month." "It's all bullshit, Jake." That was a word I had never heard her use before. She poured more in each of our pineapples and she took a big gulp of hers. "It's bullshit, Jake. I'm the apple of my parents' eyes because I've always been exactly what they wanted me to be. I was the firstborn and blazed a trail of good little girl, good little student, good little daughter. "You think I have a great job? Ha! I hate it. I have to paint a smile on my face before I go in every morning and I have to make sure it stays there all day. It doesn't matter if a client is a bitch, or a file is lost, or my typewriter breaks, or one of the partners is horny and tries to throw me across his desk and get into my panties!" I was stunned at this outburst. First, because Diane was saying these things, and, second, because she was saying them to me. She chugged the rest of her drink and leaned against me, draping her bent left arm on my right shoulder. "Friends! My friends love me because I do anything for them and never ask for anything back! And Richard... He saw me at the office with my painted-on smile. I saw the man my parents would want me to marry. I'm going to marry him in a month and you and I both know what my life will be like after that. "Why do I always have to be so perfect, Jake? Why can't I do something for me?" "Well, if it's any consolation, I don't think you're perfect, Diane." She looked at me closely. I couldn't keep the corners of my mouth from turning up. We both burst out laughing. It was a good laugh and a good moment. "Well, who cares about what you think, Jake? You're a bad boy. You don't take anything seriously, and nobody intimidates you, and you don't care what other people think about you." "Hmmm, I'm not like that." "Of course you are! And, of course, those are the reasons everybody likes you." "That's not true, Diane. You don't like me. And while I think about it, you intimidate me." "Oh, I like you, Jake, it's just that a good girl like me shouldn't like a bad, disrespectful boy like you." "You don't always have to be so good, Diane." "I can't help myself, Jake. That's what I'm talking about, here. Shit, I'm still a virgin! Even my little sister can't say that!" "I can guarantee she can still say that, Diane." She stared up into my eyes. "Really? I'm surprised. I see the two of you together... the way you look at each other, touch each other, smile to each other. Penny's still a virgin? Hmm... you must be more of a gentleman than I thought." "Don't give me too much credit for that fact." "Hmmm... Okay, how about you, Jake, are you still a virgin?" She paused. I didn't say anything. "I didn't think so, Jake. You have that confident, non-virgin male swagger, and you're so damned cute." Diane dipped under the water and pushed herself to the other side of the small pool and back again. When she touched the side it was with an arm on each side of me. She stood up and she was pressing against me. I could feel the heat of her breath as she spoke to me. "I just turned twenty-two, and I'm about to be married and all I want to be, right now -- right this minute! -- is bad. I want to do something *BAD*, Jake." A vision of the two of us, naked and locked together, screwing in the water flashed through my mind. I had a hard time swallowing. "Aaa... Like what, Diane? What would be something bad?" "Let's skinny dip! Have you and Penny ever skinny-dipped out here, Jake?" "No--" "Don't lie to me, tonight, Jake. Not tonight." I grinned. "Okay, no lies. Yes, we have skinny-dipped in the pool. But it was darker." Diane nodded. "I thought so. I just knew it." She reached up and lowered the straps of her bathing suit. She crouched in the water and then waved her wet suit in her hand. She smiled a brazen smile at me as she threw the suit onto the deck where it splatted. "Your turn, Jake-boy!" Even though I could only see her shadowed form moving beneath the water I had a hard-on. "I don't need to be bad, Diane. And I've already skinny-dipped. This is about you being bad." "Oh, nonono! If I'm nekked, you're nekked, too! Remember, I intimidate you." * * * My wet suit soon joined hers on the deck. We drank the rest of the Pina Coladas and paddled around the pool, talking a little about nothing in particular. As far as seeing Diane "nekked," I was disappointed. I didn't venture too close to her and she stayed neck deep in the water. It didn't matter to my dick, though, I still had my erection. "Y'know, Jake, this will probably be the only time in my life I'll ever skinny-dip." "You don't know that. Richard might like to try it." Diane walked over to me and stood right in front of me, looking me straight in the eyes, "You don't believe that, do you, Jake?" I shook my head. I was thinking `no fuckin' way!' "What do you think about Richard?" "Why are you asking me? I'm not going to marry him. You love him, so I would imagine he's a nice guy." "But...?" "I don't have any `but,' Diane." Diane stepped closer to me. As she placed her arms around my neck I could feel her breasts press into my chest. Her nipples felt like a cat's claws scraping against my skin. My erection was between her legs and she trapped it there with her firm thighs. "I want to know what you really think about my fiancee, Jake. Tell me how you would describe him to a friend -- and remember, no lies tonight." My arms were wrapped around Diane's waist. Her breasts were full and firm against my chest. I could feel her pussy hair rubbing against my cock. I wasn't exactly in the mood to discuss Richard at that moment. Diane dropped a hand into the water and I felt her fingers curl around my hard shaft. "C'mon, Jake. Please tell me." I could feel both of our hearts beating. My breathing was getting deeper and deeper. My hand slowly reached up to cup her breast and surround a nipple with two fingers. Diane moaned her breath into my mouth. "Make love to me, Jake!" God, how I wanted to! Here we were, alone, both naked and ready to rut. There wasn't anything I wanted more! Instead, I moved my hand away from her breast, and I hugged her close to me. [I know, it even surprised me.] "Diane, tomorrow you'll be sober. Hung-over, but sober. And in addition to hating yourself, you'll especially hate me. You may even hate Penny on general principles. Besides, you got this far, you only have a month to go. Won't you feel better on your wedding night if you don't do something silly tonight?" Diane didn't move. Slowly, as she looked at me wide-eyed, she released my prick and her breathing began to calm. Finally she nodded and reached for her bathingsuit and began putting it back on. "Geeze, Jake, I never expected you to make so much sense. But I'll be honest and tell you that right now I'm more than a little disappointed that you're being so nice." When she finished pulling her suit up and fixed her straps, she stepped in close to me and kissed me. It wasn't just a kiss. It was a KISS! One that got me wondering if I made the wrong decision about making love with her. It was deep and passionate and hot. Her tongue filled my mouth, her arms held me tight. I responded and pulled her even closer. I could feel my toes curl and I thought there was a good chance my hair was curling, too. My erection was pressed against her tummy. She didn't pull away. I wondered if Richard had ever kissed THIS Diane. Finally, the kiss ended. I have no idea how long it lasted. She held my face in her hands. "G'night, Jake. I'm going to take a handful of aspirins and go to bed. Thanks for keeping me company. And thanks for..." She didn't have to finish. I nodded and smiled. "It's okay. I had fun, too. But you still intimidate me." I watched her lithe body as she climbed out of the pool. "Diane." She stopped and looked down at me. "I would describe Richard as that one guy in a million that would step out of the shower to take a piss." She stood and looked at me for a few seconds. Finally she nodded. "That's a good answer, Jake." And then she walked to the house. It seemed like a long, lonely wait until Penny got home and joined me in the pool. * A little over a month later, at Diane's and Richard's wedding reception, Diane pulled me into a corner and whispered to me. "You know that thing that I still was in the pool that night, Jake?" After I wound my way through the sentence, I smiled and nodded. "Tonight's the night, Diane." Diane giggled and shook her head. "Nope. Richard and I decided not to wait. We did it last weekend! What do you think of that?" I hugged her close to me and thought about us touching and pressing our naked bodies together in the pool. I was happy for her but more than a little sorry at my loss. I shook my finger at her and said, "I think you're a very, very bad girl, Diane!" She laughed and walked back to the crowd, beaming like the beautiful bride she was. * Chapter 9 ******* * Penny had been accepted to more than a few colleges, but with her dad being a cop, money was the problem. Her age was also a problem -- Penny had skipped a year or so in grammar school, and her parents said she was too young to go away to college, not turning 17 until December. She got a partial scholarship to the big state university, downtown, and decided to commute. I was glad she was staying in town -- naively, I hadn't really thought about us being separated. At the end of August, Penny had to attend a ten-day orientation, staying in a dorm on campus. Except for the time after the infamous picnic, we hadn't been apart from each other for that long and neither one of us was too thrilled about the separation. Even worse, in a time before cell-phones and beepers and e-mail, we couldn't count on talking on the phone. She was going to be busy and my work schedule varied. I drove her to the campus on a Sunday afternoon and I knew I wouldn't see her again until two Wednesdays later. It was a long ten days. Her father picked her up and brought her home on that second Wednesday. I was invited to Penny's house for dinner. What I really wanted was to grab Penny and the two of us disappear somewhere to have a "real" reunion! But I went to dinner, telling myself to be patient. Patient. I had moped through the ten days and imagined Penny doing the same thing; but, over dinner, I was disappointed to hear what a great time she had had. It hadn't been all work -- they had had cook-outs and games, dances and socials. She talked a lot about Debbie, her roommate for the orientation, and a guy named Carl, one of the "orientation counselors." Penny had met a lot of new people, both guys and girls -- guys she would be going to school with in a few weeks. For the first time since I started dating Penny, I realized that there just might be some competition. I knew it was snobbish and immature, but I hadn't given her high school classmates a second thought, but now she was in college. That other guys would find Penny attractive I had no doubt; but, the thought that she would find other guys attractive was a real wake-up call for me. I couldn't get her away from her family. Dinner turned into coffee and dessert, and then just coffee. As the conversation dragged on and on, it was obvious Penny was tired. She had already mentioned that everyone had stayed up late the night before. By ten-thirty, the dishes were done, I could feel the caffeine humming in my brain, and Penny was falling asleep at the table. As much as I hated leaving, I kissed her good-night and we made a date for the next night. The next night I set a land speed record between Penny's house and the closest lovers' lane. It had been almost two weeks since I had held Penny and to say I was horny for her was a true understatement. We parked and jumped into the back seat. In seconds, we were kissing and I was tugging Penny's tie-dyed t-shirt over her head. Her magnificent breasts were naked under the cotton. "Um, no bra! I thought you looked wonderfully jiggley." Penny opened my shorts and pulled my zipper down. "I haven't worn a bra in almost two weeks. Debbie said I didn't need one -- even though I just barely passed the pencil test. None of the girls wore them at school." Immediately I was regretting going to an all-male Catholic college! "What did your folks say?" My mouth followed my fingers and I gently sucked a nipple between my teeth. "Ummmm... My mom didn't say much. My father called it a `god-damn hippie thing,' and then ignored it. I lifted my face away, "I didn't ignore it. I noticed it last night, too." "Ummmm... I missed you, Jake. Some of the girls said not wearing a bra showed freedom and liberation from male-established female roles, but Debbie just said it was sexier. Do you think it's sexier?" I looked up and smiled, "No, I agree with the political statement. In fact, I think to be truly free and liberated, women should march proudly naked!" "Oh, you phony!" As she bent over to take my cock into her mouth, she looked up and smiled, "I think it's sexier. I feel sexier, anyway." As Penny sucked and licked me, I let my hands wander below her waist. Always trying my luck (especially in the summer when it was too hot for the damned pantigirdle), my hand moved gently until it was between her legs and pressing against her pussy. To my surprise, instead of pushing my hand away as usual, Penny relaxed her legs even more and moaned around my dick. Taking full advantage of this sudden change in attitude, I moved my hand up to undo her shorts and slid my hand under the waistband of her silky panties. Still not receiving any objections, my hand was soon brushing through Penny's soft pussy hairs and my finger was soon finding her slippery clit. From Penny's reaction, it was obvious that I had hit the magic button. She was breathing loudly and moaning around my cock. When I slid my hand further and inserted a finger inside her, brushing her clit with my thumb, she was lost in her pleasure. She released my dick and laid in my arms as I fingered her. In only a few seconds more, she was coming loudly, writhing and twisting, holding my arm tightly. When she was done and recovering, she opened her eyes and smiled, "Umm, that was good!" "I'm glad." "Now, let me finish you." And she did. * * * * * Later, we sat, listening to the music, smoking and talking. Penny told me about some of the people she met at orientation and some of the stuff that went on that she couldn't tell across the dinner table. One of the early highlights had been what she called "The Parade of Penises." Apparently, the guys and girls had been placed in separate wings of a big residence hall. She said from the first night on the guys were at the windows throwing bare-assed moons and wagging their dicks at the girls across the twenty feet separating the dorms. "I know you didn't look, Penny." "Me? No way! I wouldn't do something like that!" Penny laughed and shook her head. "It really was unbelievable, Jake. These guys were crazy like that, and then we'd see them at breakfast the next morning and they'd act like nothing happened!" "Did any girls moon them back?" Penny looked at me with an ornery glint in her eyes. "We all did!" "You, too?" I was really surprised that Penny participated. "Sure! You didn't think I'd be the one to chicken out, did you?" I popped two more cold beers from the cooler in the trunk and we took long drinks. Usually, Penny would have one, maybe two cans, but, tonight, she was already on her fourth and her speech was slurring a little. She took another long drink. "The counselors were always sneaking beer and wine in, and one night during the first weekend, all the girls got very drunk. We fixed the blinds so they came down far enough to cover our faces and then we put on our own parade." "You showed them your butts?" "We showed them everything! We called it our `tits, ass and pussy parade!' The guys tried to guess which tits, ass and pussy belonged to which girl. I was surprised at how many guys guessed right about my boobs." "I'm not surprised. You have the prettiest tits I've ever seen." Of course I wasn't sure I was thrilled about my steady girlfriend showing them off to a couple of hundred of her future male classmates! "Gee, at my college orientation we learned how to take notes, search the stacks, and locate the chapel." Penny finished her beer and did a very lady-like burp. She held the can up, signalling a refill. "Well, my orientation was a lot more fun than yours." "So I'm hearing." * * * * * A little later we were making out again. We were both nude in the backseat -- a first for us -- and my finger was probing Penny, again. While I was kissing and licking and sucking Penny's hard nipples, she began pushing down on my shoulders. Could she mean what I hoped she meant? I began kissing my way down her stomach and down into her pubic hair. Instead of protesting, she spread her legs and I was soon sucking on her clit and she was soon coming. She came like I had never witnessed her come before -- long and loud and out of control. It was impressive. I started to move my body up between her legs, to position my dick at her opening, but she pressed her thighs closed and whispered, "No, Jake." A few minutes later, as we snuggled together and she was gently stroking my cock, I asked her what had changed -- why had she decided to let me get "into her panties." "I can't tell you," she said as she leaned down to take me into her mouth. I stopped her and pulled her back up. "What do you mean you can't tell me, Penny? Why can't you tell me?" "I can't. Don't you want me to suck you?" "Not right now. I'd rather you tell me what changed." She was still stroking me. She nestled her face into my neck. "I don't want to lie to you, Jake, but you'll get mad if I tell you." When she said that, I was pretty sure she was right -- I probably would get mad, but I still had to hear it. "Tell me." "Why?" "Penny, if something happened, I should know. We can talk about it and work it out like we did last summer." My erection was shrinking in her fingers. At that moment, a hundred different scenarios were flashing through my brain and I knew I didn't want to talk or work out any of them. "Are you sure, Jake?" "I'm sure." I was sure I wasn't sure. "Alright, here goes. One night, late, Debbie and I are in our room, talking. There's a real light knock on the door. When we opened the door, it was two counselors, Carl and Jim." "Carl? You talked about a Carl last night. He's a grad student?" "He's working on his PhD in Medieval Mideastern Art." "Sheese... something useful, huh?" "Are you gonna let me tell you?" "Yeah. Sorry." "Okay. Well, Debbie invited them in and shut the door. She and Jim had a bad case of the hots for each other, so she was real happy to see him. The guys each had a bottle of Mateus wine and some joints." What I was hearing was so unreal, I was ready for the Cheshire Cat and the Queen of Hearts to jump on the hood of my fucking car! "You smoked pot?!" "Jake!" "Okay, okay." Not that Penny knew, but I had tried pot on several occasions. But every time I tried it, everyone else in the room was grooving on it, talking about what "good shit" it was. And me? I was feeling nauseous and sleepy. Booze remained my drug of choice. "So we turned the radio up, smoked the pot and drank the wine and talked. We talked and talked." "About what? Sex?" "Sure, we talked about sex, but we talked about the idea of god, and the universe and, and, just about everything. I never felt like that before, Jake. It was so cool!" Penny hadn't stopped stroking my cock, and in her warm, soft hand it was regaining its erection as I listened to her. "Let me guess, Penny, you did more than talk." "Well, yeah, we did. I didn't mean for anything to happen, Jake. Honest. Debbie and Jim moved over to her bed and it was obvious what they were doing. Before I realized what was happening, Carl and I were kissing. It was nice. He was gentle. I was really buzzed, and I guess the pot had made me really horny. I only had a nightie on and soon that was gone. I don't remember him getting naked, but he was and we were on the bed." "How old is this dude?" "Twenty-six or seven. Why?" "Go on, Penny. I want to hear the rest." "Anyway, everything he did felt good and he kept doing even better things, things like we did tonight. At the end, he tried to do what you tried and I stopped him. I told him I was a virgin and he said he respected me for that and he stopped." "And that's it? He just stopped, got dressed and left?" "Well, no. I wanted to be fair." "Fair?!" "You know." "No, I don't know, Penny. What was `fair' for Carl?" "You know, Jake." And she stopped stroking me and lowered her hot mouth over my cock. God, she had blown him! That twenty-seven year old fucking grad student motherfucker had his cock sucked by my sixteen-year-old girlfriend! Just as I felt the anger rising in me, the result of what Penny had been doing to me had it's inevitable physical outcome. By the time she had swallowed my cum and licked my dick clean, I was furious. "When did this happen, Penny? Was it the night before you came home, the night you stayed up late?" Penny shook her head and looked down at the floor. "Oh, shit, Penny! It happened more than once, didn't it?" She nodded. "How many times? How many nights did you drink wine, smoke dope and blow another guy?" "Nine." It was a tiny whisper. "Nine?! You were only there ten! We better get dressed." We were quiet as we dressed and I drove her home. In front of her house she looked at me. She was crying. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Jake." "What did you think it would do, Penny? I made one mistake, one time, and remember how it hurt you last year. You had a fucking affair with this bastard!" "I'm sorry." "Are you sure you're still a virgin?" "Of course I'm sure! He tried to do it every night, but I held out. By the end of orientation, he said I was hung up on my virginity and that it was a symbol of my acceptance of the white, middle-class, artificial value system. But I held out, Jake." "Do you love him, Penny?" "No!" "If you do, tell me. You're going to be going to school with him and all..." "No, I don't love him, Jake. One of the things we talked about was having sex just to have sex -- `free love' -- no commitment, no guilt, just enjoying the moment. It seemed so sane and logical and modern when he talked about it." "Oh, Penny. That's all hippie horseshit to get girls into bed. Most of the hippie guys that go to demonstrations couldn't give a shit about the war or civil rights -- they go to score some dope and get laid. Carl said 'no guilt.' Are you feeling 'no guilt,' right now?" "Since I got home I tried to convince myself that I wasn't feeling guilty, but I do!" "Yeah, I know the feeling, Penny. I better get home." "Aren't you coming in?" "Not tonight." Penny got out of the car and leaned in the window, "Call me tomorrow?" "Sure." I pulled away from the curb. If my old Chevy had been up to it, I would have left fifty feet of rubber behind me. * * * Find a Penny... (Reminiscing) Part 3 by J. BOSWELL (J.Boswell@usa.net) (c) Copyright July 1997 and November 1998 by J BOSWELL, all rights, except those explicitly detailed below, ARE RESERVED BY THE AUTHOR. Electronic distribution (as a text file on an "adults only" site) is permitted without alteration, but inclusion in any type of "publication" offered for sale (eg., book, magazine, CD-ROM, etc.), or "subscription-only" sites requires the author's explicit permission. WARNING: This work of fiction is intended to be read by adults only. The author has uploaded it only to "Adults, only" sites, and requests that you exercise the same discretion. Also, this is fiction -- in real life, please protect your lover and yourself by practicing safe sex. * Part Three of Five * Chapter 10 ******* ** * There was no fucking way I was ever going to call Penny again! Never, never, never! I was pissed. Royally, deeply, hotly pissed. And hurt. I couldn't believe that Penny went away to that fucking orientation session one person and returned quite another. I kept thinking of Penny (my Penny!), naked, her nipples wrinkled and hard, her thighs spread open, in bed with this 27-year-old, fake-hippie, professional-student, jail-baiter. I couldn't sleep. I wasn't hungry. I didn't even want a drink. I laid in bed and wondered over and over: `Is this it for Penny and me? Are we still a couple?' I didn't know the answers. Fuckin' Carl! Too fucking old to be picking on a sixteen-year-old, soon-to-be-freshmen. Getting Penny stoned and drunk. Seeing her completely naked. Filling his hands with her firm, young breasts. Kissing and licking her hard nipples. Doing things with her before I did them with her. Eating her! Goddammit! And Penny! She was certainly a willing participant. She didn't blame Carl for what he did. She had been there every night, she knew what was going on. She was enjoying her guilt- free sex. If she had felt bad about it, she could have stopped after the first time. She laid there night after night, sweaty and naked, with him licking her pussy. Then she went down on him, filling her mouth with his hard cock and his hot spunk. ARGH! I was driving myself crazy. For the first time, Penny had been away from home and away from me and, all of a sudden, she was a real college student. I guess she was beginning to feel curious and experimental and sexy and newly independent -- going without her bra -- and maybe she was feeling like a woman for the first time, instead of just a a daughter, a sister, or a girlfriend. Wait a minute! What was I doing, making excuses for Penny? Or was I really beginning to get what was going on with the two of us? Worse, something else was tugging at me. I was beginning to realize what I felt for Penny. Like a shot to the gut, I realized that I truly loved her and didn't want to stop seeing her, no matter what had gone on in that fucking dorm room. I wasn't forgiving her -- I didn't feel that I was entitled to forgive her -- I was `accepting' what had gone on. Here we were, two healthy, lusty teens -- young adults -- overflowing with hormones. We were happy together. We loved each other. We had unbelievable sex together. But I was beginning to see that we were just a part of a big world out there. Penny was a sexy young woman who loved sex and, until that week, had only tried it with me. Maybe experimentation was natural. I had had my fling and I had danced with other girls; and, now, Penny was doing her own dancing. It was part of who and where we were, part of growing up. Neither one of us was interested in getting married at that moment. Hell, if we did get married, it was years away. Penny was still 16 and I was 19. I still had two years of college and Penny hadn't even started, yet. Would we stay monogamous for five or six more years -- until we were both out of college and starting careers? *COULD* we stay monogamous for that long? We hadn't so far. If we stayed together, incidents were going to happen during those years -- and not all of them would be good things for us as a couple. Was I adopting motherfucking Carl's "free love" philosophy? No, I didn't think so. Sure, I'd like to bang every eligible woman on the planet with no guilt and no ramifications; but, I wouldn't enjoy Penny having the same freedom to fuck indiscriminately. And what's fair is fair -- if I didn't want her to do it, I wouldn't do it, either. Or, at least I'd try. What was I thinking? I wasn't sure -- it was three o'clock in the fucking morning. I just knew that if Penny and I continued to date -- to go steady -- for a long time, "situations" were bound to occur. I had had one, and now Penny had had one (okay, nine!), too. I had wanted her to forgive me and move on, and now I had to do the same -- move on. I finally fell asleep at 4 a.m. When I woke at 11 the next morning, I crawled to the phone and called Penny. * * * * * Five weeks later, her parents were out of town for the night, and her sister had gotten married and moved out, so we had the house to ourselves. Penny had baked a couple of potatoes and cooked steaks on the grill. I showed up with a six-pack of beer and a fifth of ginger brandy. Later, when the dishes were done and the beer was gone, and the brandy had taken a major hit, we made our way up to Penny's bedroom. We had talked about it. We knew what was going to happen. We were in no hurry. There was no rush. We undressed each other while we kissed and fondled. When we were naked, I worshipped Penny's beautiful breasts with my hands and mouth and tongue. Her hands caressed my neck and shoulders and chest and back. It was so quiet and we were so relaxed with each other. This was the first time I experienced the comfort of having sex in a bed and was enjoying it when, for the briefest instant, I had a flash of Penny and her old friend, Carl, in her dorm room bed. `Move on, Jake,' I quickly told myself. My mouth worked its way down across her stomach, into her pubic hair. It was dark, soft and curly, and smelled of soap. Her hands held me there through her first orgasm of the night. I was on my back while Penny kissed and sucked my flesh -- my lips, my ears, my neck, my nipples, my thighs, my cock. I wanted to stop Penny before I came like that. I wanted to. It felt so good as I exploded and she sucked my cum from my dick. We cuddled. We talked and touched and murmured. We snuggled. Penny giggled when she felt life returning to my penis. She put a towel under us on the bed, and then rubbed a tiny bit of Vaseline on her hand and began stroking me back to full length. My exploring fingers confirmed she was warm and moist. It was the moment. "Rubber?" I asked. She shook her head, "Not tonight." I was over her, my hips between her spread thighs. I could feel her heat. "You know I love you, don't you?" She smiled. "And I love you, Jake." Her fingers guided me between her pussy-lips. My cock spread them open as I slowly pressed down. Penny was moaning with pleasure. "Tell me if it hurts." "More," she said. I gave her more. Slowly. Slowly. Until I was in. I hesitated, savoring the pleasure, but our hips took over, grinding against each other and pulling away from each other. I was pumping in and out -- deep, long strokes. I felt fantastic. "Oh, God! Why did I wait so long?" Penny cried. And then she was coming. Coming stronger and longer than I had ever seen her come. Her nails scraped my back, her legs crushed me, her hips bounced and her cunt spasmed. I was gone, too. Caught up in the whole experience, I began my cum, filling Penny's cunt for the first time. Don't ask me how long that "little death" lasted -- I couldn't even guess. Our bodies were sweaty and slippery as we rubbed against each other. A drop of sweat fell from my chin and splashed on Penny's neck. I rolled off and as I did, my slimy cock slid out of its warm hole. Penny smiled at me, "Boy, I didn't want that to end!" "Me either. But, we can do it again!" She glanced down at my soft cock. "How soon, stud?" I shrugged. "Well, the least I can do is clean you up." I thought she was getting up to get a washcloth, but, instead, she moved down and took my dick in her mouth, sucking and licking our combined juices from my flesh. It felt wonderful. Later, still naked in her bed, enjoying a cigarette and another brandy, we talked about what wonderful lovers we were. After a short nap, we made love again. And before dawn, again, the two of us on our knees, me behind Penny, slamming my hips against her creamy ass as I fucked her doggie-style; she was moaning so loud with each stroke I was afraid a neighbor would call the police. In the shower we soaped each other's body, slipping and sliding our hands everywhere. "Any soreness?" I asked as my soapy hands squeezed and slid off her perfect tits. "Mmmmm... I like that! Well, my pussy knows that its been fucked." "I meant even the first time. I thought there'd be pain and bleeding." "Me, too," she said as her soapy hands cupped my balls and slid along my hardening cock. "Here I am holding out so long, preserving my virginity like some Jane Austin heroine, and I may have already lost it riding horseback or playing field hockey. What a waste of good screwing time!" "So you liked it?" Penny bent over, under the spray, "Rinse that devil off and hide it again, Jake!" * * * * * Like everything else having to do with sex, Penny immediately became an enthusiastic lover. After that first night, we made love and fucked each other every opportunity we had. We fucked lying down, standing up, bent over, kneeling, sitting. In the house, behind the house, on top of the house, in Penny's bedroom, in my bedroom, in the basement, on steps, in the woods, on golf courses -- everywhere. Over the next few weeks, I thought I could write a new sex manual called "CARma-Sutra" because we had tried out about a hundred and one positions in, on, and under a car. I thought I was going to have to get a second job just to afford condoms! * Chapter 11 ******* ** * "Oh blah di, oh blah da... Life goes on." (Lennon & McCartney) * Dating Penny, going to school, partying, working, drinking, road trips, protesting the war, hanging-out... life was full and fun. A lot was happening, in my life and in the country. Friends were going off to Viet Nam and to Canada. I was beaten and arrested at a "Peace" Rally in Washington. My hair and sideburns were getting longer and I wasn't wearing a button-down, oxford shirt to school anymore. After a pregnancy scare, we abandoned the rhythm and condom method of birth control and Penny went on the pill. Like the music playing on the radio, the sex kept getting better and better. It wouldn't be much of a story if things just stayed where they were that morning in Penny's shower, and the two of us lived happily ever after. We had a long way to go and the road wasn't that smooth. The first big bump happened that same Fall. * * * * * Penny's university was state-run but one of the campus organizations was the Catholic Student Club. Our crowd of guys knew a lot of people in the CSC from high school, and we often went "stag" to the CSC open houses or Friday night dances. Their beer was always cold and cheap, and those Catholic girls, now so far away from the protecting nuns, were such fun to be around. This one Friday night, a crowd of us went to the CSC for a dance. They had a big townhouse in Frat Row and the dances were held in the basement -- dark, crowded, hot and loud, it was perfect. I was squeezed between two other guys, peeing in the toilet. When one of them left, the next guy in line squeezed in. It was Pat Sweeney, an old friend from high school who partied with our crowd regularly. "Ahhhh... How's it goin', Jake?" "Better now, Patrick, me boy. I was about to burst." "Me, too. Where's Penny? I haven't run into her, yet." "Penny? She's not with me. Did she say she was going to be here?" "Nah. But I saw her and that cute slut she hangs around with in the parking lot, tonight. I just assumed." "Who did you see her with, Debbie?" "Yeah, Debbie. She always looks ready to fuck, doesn't she? Her reputation is she's fucking her way around campus. Can't wait for my turn!" We finished and zipped up and squeezed out the door, past the line. The music was too loud for much conversation, but I did find out from Pat that the Frats were all having Rush Week parties. Just great. As I was fighting to get near the keg for another beer, I decided I wanted some air. Outside, it was a beautiful Fall night in the city. The street was brightly lit and crowded with kids; and the music from all the Frat houses combined to make a cacophonous roar of guitars and drums. As I looked at the townhouses filled with happy, mostly-drunk people, I knew Penny was there in one of them, and I began to wonder what she was doing -- especially with Debbie, a proven bad influence. I started walking up and down the block, looking in the windows. I knew my search was hopeless. An hour later, cold and sober, I went into one of the Frat houses to see if I could get a beer. The place was packed and the bodies were cheek to jowl. I couldn't get near the bar, even if I knew where it was. The second house was the same, but the third wasn't as crowded and I scored a beer. It was getting late and the crowds were thinning out. I searched two more houses without luck, but my luck changed at the next house. The band in the basement was making the first floor bounce under my feet. I guessed everyone was down there dancing. I stepped up to a lonely looking keg, pumped out a beer and looked around. People were either making out or crashing on the sofas and the floor. In the corner, on the floor, slumped between a chair and the wall was Debbie Greer, Penny's friend, passed out. As I bent over her, it was obvious from the smell that it wasn't spilled beer down her sweater, she had puked all over herself. I got my hands under her arms and tried to get her up off the sticky floor. "Le'me 'lone!" "Come on, Debbie. Let me clean you up a little." She finally got her feet under her and we made it into the bathroom. I wet my handkerchief and wiped her face. "Oh, that feels better. I got sick." "No shit. Here's my hanky, wipe your front off." Debbie attempted a leer, "You do it, Jake-ee." "Here, wipe." She shook her head and started to take her sweater off, "Gotta rinse it in the sink." Of course she wasn't wearing a bra. She was the staunch supporter of not wearing support. She was the girl who told Penny to forget about all the feminist arguments, that it was just sexier to go braless. And she had a pair of tits almost to rival Penny's. She rinsed her sweater and squeezed the water out of it. Then she proudly stuck her chest out and handed me my hanky, "Wipe me off." I took the hanky and wiped the sticky-looking areas. Debbie was moaning like we were making love. "Come on, Debbie, give me a break. I'm looking for Penny. Where is she?" Debbie smiled, "I'm right here, right now." I looked at her unfocused eyes. I handed her her sweater, "Put this on, will you? You'll catch a cold. Where's Penny?" "Okay, mister spoilsport! She's having a little fun, so I thought we could have a little fun, too. You wouldn't be my first guy tonight. Does that turn you on?" "What do you mean, `Penny's having a little fun?' Where is she?" "You're such a prude, Jake. It's the Sixties -- Eisenhower isn't president, anymore -- get with it! The last time I saw your darling, little Penny, she was headed upstairs -- and she was not alone." I left Debbie standing there and headed up the steps. The problem at the top was that there were a lot of doors, all closed, and I didn't want to open the wrong one and get my head bashed by a bunch of drunken Frat brothers for invading their brother's privacy. Maybe I also didn't want to see what Penny was doing behind one of those closed doors. I went back downstairs. Debbie was still topless, still standing in the bathroom, but locked in a kiss with a guy. She saw me standing there and winked at me as she closed the door. I had to get out of there before I went crazy. I stayed outside, leaning on a car, watching the staircase through the front window. I wanted to leave. I shouldn't have gone looking for Penny. She didn't interfere with my Friday nights out and here I was interfering with hers. Only, tonight, I knew too much to leave. She didn't go upstairs in a Frat house to inspect the plumbing. I knew what she was doing. Stay or go? Stay or go? I was still trying to decide when I saw Penny coming down the steps. She was being helped by two guys who looked like they played football. Penny was between them, her feet barely touching the steps, giggling at something one of them said. They dumped her on the sofa and headed downstairs. It was obvious she was shit-face-drunk. I went back in and knelt in front of her. She looked at me and after a few heartbeats, she started to recognize me. "Hiya, sweetie! What're you doing here?" "I came to get you, Penny." "But I drove." "Yeah, but you can't drive now, can you?" She looked serious, thinking that over, "Nope, can't drive, now." She could barely stand, and walking was a serious challenge. I found her car in the nearly empty parking lot and loaded her into the passenger seat. "Whoo! These seats are cold! Where are my panties?" Shit! "Sorry. I don't have them, Penny. I wish I did." She giggled. "I guess they're on the wall." "The wall?" "Yep, the room I was in -- the whole wall was covered with panties." Shit! Shit! Shit! She slept or passed out most of the way home. I stopped at a diner and got a couple of coffees to go and parked in our usual spot on lovers' lane. "Penny. Penny, wake up." "'mawake." "Here's some coffee. I can't take you home like this." "Hey, where's Debbie?" "She's okay. She met someone at the Frat house. She'll be okay." Penny nodded and sipped her coffee. "She always meets somebody. She's a tramp, you know." "I know." "But she's fun. She just has hot pants for men." "How about you, Penny?" "Me? What about me?" "I saw you coming downstairs tonight." She giggled, "Oops! Are you mad, Jake?" "I won't be mad tonight. You're too drunk to argue with." "Wanna fuck?" "Do you want to fuck, Penny?" "We can, but I have to tell you that it'll be a little messy." I felt the stab in my chest. "So, you fucked a Frat boy?" She giggled again and held up three fingers, "Three of them. I was just dancing with one guy and we went upstairs to talk and smoke a joint. The joint got me horny and then we started messing around and another guy came in. Then another one! I thought they'd be happy with blow-jobs, but they weren't. They wanted to fuck, too. They were nice, but they wouldn't take `no' for an answer." Penny was turning the knife that she had buried in my heart. I felt tears form in my eyes. I was having trouble swallowing. I looked at her. She was so drunk. She had been so stupid -- it could have been a lot worse. I loved her so much. I put my arm around her and she leaned against me and fell asleep. We stayed that way a long time, until I drove her home. I opened the door and she managed to get in her house alright. I walked to the nearest bus stop and waited. When the bus came it was empty. It was a long, lonely ride home. On our date the next night, Penny apologized for "whatever" happened in the Frat house. I started to ask a few questions, but she asked me if we could not talk about it ("Ever!") I agreed. What good would it do to dwell on it? It happened and it was over. My girlfriend fucked three fratrats at a party -- what was the big deal? As I told myself the last time -- I had to move on. Oh, yeah, back at class that next Monday, Debbie told Penny that I had ripped her sweater off and played with her naked tits until she shoved me away and a frat guy came to her rescue. What a bitch! * Chapter 12 ******* ** * We were both on our good behavior for a while -- at least as far as other people were concerned. We were still fucking like minks every chance we got. Maybe as a result of Penny's night at the Frat house, we began to spend a lot more time together. On Friday nights, after I finished at the grocery store, instead of heading out with my buddies, I'd drive over to Penny's and we'd make popcorn and play Scrabble until her parents went to bed. Things settled into a routine. I finished my Junior year with good marks and Penny finished her Freshman year on the Dean's List. It was Summer. Penny was working at a department store and I was working all the hours I could get at the supermarket. The store was open until 9p.m. during the week and Saturday and 10p.m. on Friday. The manager usually scheduled only two part-timers to work the registers on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Saturday. We rotated our nights and usually worked with a different person each time. The only restriction was that the manager never scheduled Billy and me to work together -- he thought we clowned around too much (which we did, but we got the work done). It was several weeks into the Summer schedule before I realized that I was working with this girl, Susan, almost every night I'm working. I don't mind -- she's a nice girl and does her share of the work. And she's cute, a really cute redhead, but young. She was just 16 and going into her Senior year of high school, also skipping a grade in elementary school. We get along fine, but we're just co-workers. Or so I thought. One night, as we're cashing out, she asks me if I can give her a ride home. It's on the way and I said no problem. The next night, she needs a ride, again. On the third night we work together, things change. As I open the door and she gets in, she gives me a great flash of her pretty, young thighs. When I get behind the wheel I notice the hem of her uniform is high up her legs and she's showing a lot of firm, white flesh. Conversation is normal on the ride home, but when I go to push a Rolling Stones tape into the 8-track, she asks if we can listen to the Miracles, instead. We drive, singing along to Smokey. Outside of her house she asks if she can stay to hear the end of the song. Then, before she opens the door, she leans over and gives me a light kiss across the lips. "Thanks for the rides, Jake. I really appreciate it." "No problem, Susan. Anytime." She gets out and bends over, looking in the window, "See you tomorrow." Now I see that she's opened more than a few buttons down the front of her uniform. She's not as well-endowed as Penny, but she was still showing the top of a white, lacy bra and a lot of skin. Better late than never, the lightbulb goes off in my brain as I pull away from the curb -- `I think she's flirting with me!' * * * * * I can think of a lot of reasons not to let anything develop -- Penny, Susan's age, dating someone you work with, gossip at the store, etc. But, at the same time, I can physically feel my ego being boosted. What guy doesn't like a cute girl coming on to him? She was young and I was taken, but that didn't stop me from smiling at Susan every time our eyes met in the store, over that weekend. I was looking forward to working alone with her on Monday night. On Monday night, Susan again asked for a ride home. I had the Miracles in the tapedeck when the car started, and ten seconds after we parked in front of her house, we were locked in each other's arms, with our tongues examining the other's tonsils. Susan was one hell of a kisser. True to my Irish-Catholic upbringing, when we broke for some air, I was already feeling guilty. "Susan, you know I'm dating Penny, don't you?" Susan leaned towards me, "Sure, I met her at the parties." Once a month, or so, somebody's parents went out for the night, and the teenage employees got together for an impromptu party. Dates were optional, but I usually brought Penny with me. Susan softly kissed me on the lips, "I know about Penny, Jake. What's the big deal?" I have to admit that, as she pressed her body into mine, I couldn't come up with an answer to her question. Each night that week, we parked outside Susan's house and made-out for an hour or so. I guess because she was so much younger than me (and I sometimes felt like a dirty old man), I pretty much kept my hands to myself. I was having fun necking with her, and I didn't want to push her into anything she didn't want to do. It was obviously the wrong approach. The next Monday night that I drove her home, soon after we started kissing, Susan took my hand and shoved it into her uniform top. All of a sudden we were doing a lot more than necking! We started going to the lovers' lanes after that -- anyplace dark and not crowded. Susan was as enthusiastic as Penny. Both of us naked in the backseat, touching and licking and kissing and sucking each other's sex-sweaty skin. Her breasts were small but, oh, so firm, with lovely small nipples, perfectly centered. Her pussy seemed always wet and warm, covered with a thick patch of dark red hair. Her mouth was hungry for me. Her two rules were: "I'm not going all the way, yet," and "I can't swallow it, so don't ask me." They were two rules I had no trouble living with. * * * * * As we approached the Fall and school starting up again, it became obvious that Susan was looking for more from me than I was willing to give. I reminded her that I was up-front with her about Penny, but after the nights we had spent steaming up the car windows for hours, it wasn't a convincing argument. She wanted someone who would take her out on real dates and I understood that, but I wasn't the guy for her. We had the "break-up," with me feeling like shit, holding Susan as she cried. But after the first week or so, Susan began to warm to me again, and we continued to work together with no problems. I even gave her rides home, dropping her off at her door and receiving a peck on the cheek as she got out of the car. It had been a great summer fling for me, and, after recalling several of Penny's adventures, it didn't leave too thick a residue of guilt. * Chapter 13 ******* ** * School started and Penny and I were quickly back into our routine. I had had my little fling with Susan during the Summer, and as far as I knew, Penny had been on her good behavior, so I was feeling some guilt. I vowed to behave myself. Penny was still tight with her friend, Debbie, and we saw more of each other when school got back in session. Sometimes we would double-date to the movies or a party. Other times we would hang out at Penny's or Debbie's house. Debbie was an incredible irritant to me. She loved getting on my nerves at every opportunity. It was obvious that she considered me an anchor around Penny's neck and competition for Penny's time. She would go out of her way to remind me of how Penny had carried on with Carl during orientation, or about the rush party where Penny had her triple-header. What a bitch! I tried to stay calm around her for Penny's benefit. And she was a slut. She fucked everything that walked upright and had a dick. We would give her a ride home from a party where she had just met a guy, and the two of them would be going at it in the backseat before all the car doors were closed. As we drove, we had to listen to Debbie giving orders behind us: "Fuck me! Yeah, squeeze my tits! Pinch my nipples hard! Fuck my cunt!" And then her loud climaxes would almost shatter the windshield. I had no idea why Penny hung with her, and I don't think she knew. Fall Rush Week was approaching, again, and I knew that it would be an issue with Debbie. I was right. Debbie was driving Penny crazy about not wanting to go to the rush parties alone, that they were best friends, that she (Debbie) was counting on Penny, blah, blah, blah. Penny told me that after what happened the year before, she wasn't all that comfortable going, but it was really pissing Debbie off and she didn't want to let her down and loose her as a friend (don't ask me why). She decided that if it was all right with me, she would go with Debbie only on Thursday and Friday nights. What was I going to say -- `No, you can't go?' Who was I to put my foot down? I told Penny I trusted her and reminded her that I wouldn't be there to drive her home, so to go easy on the booze and pot. I was hoping that if she managed to keep sober and off the dope, she'd manage to keep her panties, this time. It seemed like a long time until Saturday night. On the way to Penny's house, I was convinced that I would be able to tell from her face if anything happened at the frat parties. I was wrong. Penny was all smiles and we kissed when we got into the car, and I still couldn't tell jack-shit. "So, how were the rush parties?" "Fine. You don't have anything to worry about, Jake. I behaved myself. A few kisses and a few little feels, that's all. All in good fun." I nodded. I didn't say anything because I didn't want her to see how relieved I was. We grabbed a quick burger and then went to a party. With my luck, Debbie was already there and drinking heavily when we got there. "Oh, here's the `couple of the year.'" "Debbie." "And I'm happy to see you, too, Jake-ee-poo. You missed a hot time, loverboy! Your girlfriend was a wild woman! I had to drag her home, both nights!" "I'm sure." I knew she was just trying to get my goat. "Penny told me all about it." Debbie's eyes snapped open, "She did? I'm surprised!" Penny rolled her eyes and grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the bar. Later that night, as we were dancing to a slow song, I asked Penny, "So, what didn't you tell me?" "Nothing, Jake." "You know Debbie's gonna tell me." "No, she won't!" "`No, she won't tell' me what, Penny?" Penny buried her head in my shoulder. "mumblemumble" "What?" She moved her face up to my neck and began nibbling on my earlobe. "I danced." Her lips and tongue on my ear felt wet and warm and promising. "Mmmm... Well, that's no big deal." "It was a `best tits' contest." "What?" "You heard me, Jake. It was late and we had all been drinking all night. Those guys took one look at Debbie and me when we walked in and actually threw us up on to the stage with the other contestants." "Tell me about it." Another slow song started and we held each other tightly. "You would have loved it, Mr. Titman. There were twelve of us and the band played `The Stripper' over and over and we stripped and wiggled our tits at the crowd." "So, you won, right?" "You're so sweet, Jake. No, but I came in second. I lost to a natural blonde." "How do you kn- Oh. You showed more than your tits, huh?" "Well, it didn't start out like that, but by the third girl, it was a total strip. Say, is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?" I had to admit I was turned on listening to my girlfriend tell me about stripping naked in front of crowd of fratrats. "I'm just glad to see you, I guess." "I know what you mean. Let's sneak into the laundryroom for a quickie." We casually opened the door to the back of the basement and closed the door behind us. Penny stepped over to the washer and dropped her panties. I had dropped my jeans and shorts and was ready when she lifted her skirt and she bent over. "Ohhggg! That feels good, Jake. Do it slow." "So tell me about the contest." I reached up under her blouse and filled my hands with her wonderful, second-place tits. "Oooo... Well, by the time all twelve of us were naked and the guys had voted, our clothes had disappeared off the stage. We had to get down in the crowd and find our things. One guy would have a shoe and you'd have to hug and kiss him and let him feel you up before he gave it to you. Oh, yeah, honey! That feels sooo gooood!" "Go on." It was very sexy fucking in the laundryroom, only five feet from the party. I was very aroused. "Oh, you feel sooo hard! Sometimes the article belonged to you, and sometimes it didn't, so you had to keep going. Some guys only felt my tits or grabbed my ass, but others were shoving their fingers up my pussy. They would pour beer on my tits and lick it off. I was very hot and wet. I wanted to get fucked, but there were too many guys and nowhere to go. Besides, it was near out of control and I didn't want that to actually happen, I was just hot enough to want to do it." "I know what you mean." I was trying to hold back, but listening to her story was pushing me over the edge too fast. "Oh, oh, Baby! I'm cumming!" "Me, too, Penny!" * * * * * On the way home, we stopped at a diner for coffee. The excitement of sex was over and rational thought was starting to twist that little jealous switch in my brain. "You're going to get a reputation, Penny." I was trying to keep that little whinny tone out of my voice, but I wasn't succeeding very well. Penny smiled and reached for my hand across the table, "I already hang with Debbie, how much worse can my reputation get?" "Don't you care?" "About what, Jake? About what a bunch of drunk guys I'll never date think about me? I don't care about them." "Why not? Guys you go to school with see you naked more than I do." "Jake, stop it. It was just something that was wild and naughty and seemed like it would be fun. And it was. Don't tell me you never do something wild when you're out with your friends and drinking. Why is it different for me?" "Because, with you, it always seems to involve sex." "But this wasn't sex." "Penny, you were naked in front of a hundred guys, shaking your tits and letting them shove their hands up your pussy. That's sex!" Penny pulled me up out of the booth. "Come on, Lover. Pay the check and come with me and I'll show you what sex really is!" And she did. 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 type of "publication" offered for sale (eg., book, magazine, CD-ROM, etc.), or "subscription-only" sites requires the author's explicit permission. WARNING: This work of fiction is intended to be read by adults only. The author has uploaded it only to "Adults, only" sites, and requests that you exercise the same discretion. Also, this is fiction -- in real life, please protect your lover and yourself by practicing safe sex. * Part 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 ******* ** * 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. "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." 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 ******* ** * 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 ******* ** * 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. Find a Penny... (Reminiscing) Part 5 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 type of "publication" offered for sale (eg., book, magazine, CD-ROM, etc.), or "subscription-only" sites requires the author's explicit permission. WARNING: This work of fiction is intended to be read by adults only. The author has uploaded it only to "Adults, only" sites, and requests that you exercise the same discretion. Also, this is fiction -- in real life, please protect your lover and yourself by practicing safe sex. * The fifth and concluding part of the story. * * The Final Chapter *** ***** ******* * "Will I love my wife For the rest of my life... When I grow up to be a man?" -- The Beachboys * I can't say the next two years were among the best in my life. Nixon was still president, the Beatles broke up, Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix were dead. I was living in a small studio apartment, working at a mind-numbing job, that barely paid me enough money to cover the rent. I lived like an accountant, saving my pennies for gas for those weekends I could afford to go home and for Penny's engagement ring. Everything was getting "computerized" at the office, and we had to work at least two Saturdays a month, with no overtime. Office politics stopped only just short of guns and knives. I had to wear a suit and tie everyday to do a job they could teach a smart dog to do. The town where I lived hadn't been prepared to host the national headquarters of an international corporation. It was tiny and stayed tiny for a few years, because almost all the people who worked for the company lived in or around New York city, and commuted on the one-hour train ride each morning and evening and ate in the company's subsidized cafeteria. At night, the little farm-country town was a ghost town. There was no such thing as "night life" within thirty miles. To beat the incredible boredom, I joined softball leagues in the Spring and played basketball the rest of the year. But, I lived to get home every weekend I possibly could and to talk to Penny on the phone at least once a week. I was lonely and I missed Penny, my family, and my friends. My happy thoughts were that I was engaged to Penny and we were getting married. Of course, as I sat alone in my apartment, almost getting the New York stations on my ancient black-and-white TV, I wondered (and worried) about Penny being a beautiful, fun-loving (and sex-loving) young woman, in college and three hours away from me. When we were together, I just avoided the issue and seldom asked her about how she spent her time out of school and work. I guess it was just something I really didn't want to know about. By the second January, things began to perk up. A second corporation opened its headquarters close to town, along with a growing number of smaller satellite businesses. People began moving into the area and actual suburbs were being created. I was promoted a second time and began making a living wage. And, I knew in six months, I'd be married to Penny. * * * * * * * * * * I'd like to tell you Penny and I got married and lived happily ever after, but, sadly, that didn't happen. Oh, sure, we got married a month after Penny graduated from college, but to our surprise, after dating so long, we both soon realized that we didn't know all that much about living with each other. I had been raised in a house with a stay-at-home wife and mother; and, in the early Seventies, there were no sensitivity classes or political correctness workshops to help us bridge the gap from the Fifties. Also, I had been on my own for two years and had learned how to cook, darn a sock, do laundry, and clean the apartment. Penny was a terrible housekeeper. And for the first several months after we got married, while Penny was unemployed and home all day, I would have loved coming home to a home-cooked dinner -- but there seemed to be no chance of that ever happening. Penny had graduated with an elementary education degree but the teacher job market was even worse when Penny graduated and she looked for a job for a long time. She finally got a menial job at a local consulting firm. Always laid-back, Penny surprised me with how ambitious she eventually became in her job. As a result, she wasn't interested in the house or cooking, and never discussed having children -- I felt I was ready for kids. Money was always an issue. We just were coming from two different places. Neither one of us was happy. All I can say is the marriage just didn't work out for either one of us. After a few years together, I think we both saw that it wasn't working at all. We didn't fight, but somehow the two of us, after dating all those years, realized that our sexlife was still in great shape, but our marriage wasn't. I think we both felt relief when we eventually separated. I hate to say we parted as friends, but that is the closest description I can give. We felt a deep, real affection for each other -- we just didn't want to live together, anymore. After we separated, I kept my job, and I was surprised when Penny kept hers, rather than moving back to our hometown. She said her firm had an ambitious owner and with all the new businesses in the area, it was going to take off like a rocket. * * * * * One Sunday, a couple of months after we separated, I went over to Penny's apartment to drop off some paperwork and tax information. I knocked on the door and when it opened, a guy brushed by me and Penny was standing there with a "just-fucked" look and an ornery smile. I felt a pang of jealousy -- she had been the love of my life! All she was wearing was a long t-shirt. "I'm sorry you're seeing me like this, Jake. I thought he'd be gone and I'd be showered by the time you got here, but," she grinned evilly, "things came up!" She was in such a good mood and so casual about the sex, I decided to play along and tease her back, "You mean you want me to believe you two kids just finished fucking?" She smiled and nodded. "I don't believe it," I said. "Well, how can I prove it?" she asked. It was so blatantly obvious she had just been bedded, no proof was necessary, but I kept the game going. "Come here." She walked closer, to stand over me as I sat on the sofa. I reached my hand up under her t-shirt and inside her damp panties. Two of my fingers worked their way into her slimy pussy and Penny moaned with pleasure. "What is it, Penny?" "Oh, Jake, you're fingering another man's cum in my pussy! Oh! Oh God, I'm cumming!" And to both our surprise, she did. I supported her in my arms as she collapsed and then I laid her on the sofa. In two heartbeats my pants and underwear were on the floor, I ripped a hole in her panties and I buried my steel hard prick up her cunt for a very hot fuck. As I said, the sex was still great. * * * * * After that day, Penny and I worked out our own peculiar arrangement. Penny and I stayed friendly through the separation and divorce, and we occasionally got together for a drink and dinner out and, later, a fuck for old time's sake. After our hot fuck on her sofa, Penny knew what I liked and she knew what she liked; and, I loved hearing about her other lovers as we fucked. Every time we got it on, she had another story to tell me. Sometimes it was about what had happened the previous night, and sometimes it was something that happened a while ago. I would be between her smooth thighs, licking her pussy and sucking her clit, or pounding away in her from behind or below or above, and she would go on and on, telling me about her outrageous behavior. She'd start by telling me about this or that new guy and how they met. It was the sexual revolution of the '70's -- that meant the pill, "if it feels good, do it," and no STDs -- and Penny especially liked telling me what an easy pick-up and easy fuck she was. Soon, she'd go into the most exquisite detail about her sexual trysts -- fucking in nightclub restrooms, up against cars in the parking lots, in the bathroom at big parties, etc. She had no shortage of partners, so there was always a new story or two. One night, as we laid side-by-side in her bed, Penny lit a joint from one of the many candles that lit the room. "Jake, don't you think this is a very strange turn-on we have here?" I laughed. "Which one? Fucking your ex-spouse or telling him -- who you just fucked -- about your other lovers? What's so strange about that? Seriously, Penny, I can't explain why, but it does turn me on to hear about you with other men." Penny nibbled at my ear and let her hand drop down to my sloppy cock. "I'd like to think I was doing it just to turn you on, Jake, but telling you all the details of my sex life makes me hotter than any other foreplay I've ever tried! Since we tried it, I've tried telling other lovers, but most of them don't want to hear it, and the ones that do, it doesn't give me the same jolt that telling you gives me. And I'm just about out of stuff to tell you. Do you have any particular favorites you want me to repeat?" Shortly, she stubbed out the joint and I rolled over to suck on her nipple. "So, are we all caught up? Have you told me about all your lovers? No new stories? Nothing you haven't told me?" I could feel her body tense against my tongue, and she didn't respond to my questions. "Penny?" No response. "Penny, are you holding out on me?" I smiled as I said it, so she would know I wasn't upset. "You're certainly entitled to privacy if you don't want to tell me about someone special in your life." "No, there's nobody special, no one in my life more special than you, anyway. It's just embarrassing, now, not to have admitted it sooner and cleared the air. How was I supposed to know you'd get off on hearing this stuff?" "And you." "Yeah, me, too." "Was it while we were married, Penny?" "No, Jake, I swear I never cheated on you while we were married. Never. Well, except for fucking my boss regularly to get and keep my job. But that's just part of the job description, so that shouldn't count!" I chuckled and shook my head at how innocent she sounded when she said it. "Okay, I guess he doesn't count. So, it wasn't while we were married and you've told me everything that's happened since we separated... Then it's either before I met you, or while we were dating." She laughed, "I can guarantee you that nothing, and I mean nothing, happened before I met you." "So, confession time will deal with while we were dating. I have a few suspicions of my own, so I'm very curious to hear if any of them are correct." Penny was still gently rubbing my now hard dick. She slowed to a stop. "This could take a while. Let's get something to eat and I'll tell you when we get back in bed." Like anticipating sex, anticipating these new revelations acted like an aphrodisiac on the two of us. We had a quick snack and almost ran back into the bedroom. I opened Penny's silky robe and let it slither to the floor. I filled my hands with her warm, firm breasts. "Mmm... This is weird, Jake. I couldn't tell you any of this stuff when we were married because I thought you would have wanted a divorce; and, here we are divorced, ready to have sex while discussing it!" "It's blowing my mind, too, Penny." "Now remember, before I tell you any of this, you have to remember what that time was like. We chanted `make love not war' and we meant it. It was the start of the sexual revolution -- a time of `free love.' Girls, or should I say women, were on the pill and had burned their bras. Pot always made me horny. Sex was fun and guilt-free -- `if it feels good, do it!'" "Okay, okay, I get the picture, Penny. I'm beginning to worry that there may be more here than I realized. Are you sure I'll want to hear all this?" "Besides, Jake, I was home thinking you were getting your ashes hauled by all the cute little office workers when you went away. Any stories to tell me?" "Right now, I wish there were, Penny. But I was a fairly good boy those two years, choosing instead to work on developing my current drinking problem. Please continue." "Alright, and this can't be a surprise to you, I was pretty wild in college, Jake. You saw how I behaved during those two rush weeks -- you had to know I was wild. In fact, I had a few more adventures than you realized. But, you're not going to hear all of them, tonight, lover." Penny was moving her mouth down to my hardening cock. "You'll have to come back and hear them -- one at a time!" "Well, as much as I wanted you to, I had a feeling you might not have been sitting home pining for me -- you were still hanging with Debbie Greer -- always a bad influence." Penny lifted her mouth from my dick and smiled, "Only because I let her be a bad influence, Jake. She was great to have around as the one to blame for all my misbehaving. But it was mostly me. I felt pretty and I knew I was well-built -- boys *LOVED* my tits -- they still do. I felt free and uninhibited and sexy. I loved the sex and the drinking and the dope and the sheer fun of it. Unless it was with you, having sex was no different than having a drink or a joint -- it was just what we did, back then. I liked being naughty and raunchy and sometimes outrageous. I liked it that the boys thought Debbie was the slut, and then I'd leave her in the dust. I really got off on it. And I mean *REALLY* got off on it!" Penny moved up next to me. I was on my back and she was cuddled into my shoulder. Her right hand was slowly and softly stroking my cock. "Jake, you said you had suspicions. Tell me one, now, and I'll tell you if your suspicion was justified." "The first one is easy -- `orientation-week-Carl.'" Penny licked my neck and moved again. She squatted over my head and lowered her pussy to my mouth. "Carl, Carl, Carl... The man who introduced me to what you are so wonderfully performing, right now. You never met him, Jake, but you wouldn't have been impressed. The poor guy, I don't think he dated much, and I think he really did count on orientation week to meet young, impressionable girls -- like me. His social skills were limited and he only felt comfortable going to school and reading his books." I moved my mouth enough to speak, "Did you fuck him during orientation?" "No, but God, it was hard to keep my virginity that week! I still don't know how I did it! Every minute we didn't have to be somewhere to do some orientation thing, Carl and I were in bed! He loved my blow-jobs and he was a pretty good pussy-eater. Of course, at that time I had no one to compare him with -- and... I still haven't met a *BAD* pussy-eater! "However, I did fuck him after you and I made love. When the semester started, I ran into Carl in the bookstore and he invited me up to his apartment for some weed. I knew we were going to be doing more than smoking dope, but I went anyway. He always had primo dope and an open bottle of that damn Mateus wine -- always a lethal combination for me in those days. "Going up to his apartment became a routine -- every Tuesday afternoon. The first couple of weeks we wrestled around on his bed and enjoyed some oral sex, but we were soon fucking. "By midterm, Carl had revealed his kink -- he loved tieing me up in his bed when he screwed me. It really didn't do too much for me, but he liked it so much, I always went along with him." I stopped again, "You always were so accommodating!" "Don't stop what you're doing, boy! We're getting to the raunchy part of the story and I'd like to time it just right! "Carl had this weird little roommate named Lester. I think he thought he was some mad nineteenth-century Russian revolutionary. Carl said he had been working on his thesis, comparing Lenin, Stalin and Chairman Mao, for years and years. He never went to class and seldom came out of his room -- he was like a little hermit. "One day, Carl tied me up and he played with me so long, he had to leave to teach a class. I hadn't gotten off, yet, and he thought it was funny leaving me tied to the bed until he got back and we could finish our fun. Soon after Carl left, Lester comes out of his room and stands at Carl's open bedroom door. I'm naked as a jaybird and my arms and legs are spread and securely tied to the bed. He just looks. Who knows if he's ever seen a naked girl before? I said something clever, like, `Hi, Lester.' But he doesn't say a word. He finally disappears from the doorway. About a half hour later, he's back, and he's not wearing anything below the waist but a hard-on. Still without a word, he climbs up on the bed, slowly sticks his cock in me and proceeds to fuck me until he cums! Then he gets up and disappears out the door. "Carl comes back from class and we pick up where we had left off. Don't ask me why I didn't tell him about Lester, but I didn't. Maybe I felt sorry for the little guy. "Well, leaving me tied up is a real turn-on for Carl. He says he almost hyperventilates in class, thinking about me still tied naked to his bed. What he never knew was that every time -- and I do mean every time -- he left me that way, Lester was fucking his balls off in my pussy. And he never said a word. I had to admit that I was getting to a point where I was looking forward to his little visits! I'd say things to him when he was on top of me (`nice weather we're having,' `does this mean we're engaged?' `seen any good movies lately?' `if you don't see what you're looking for, just ask') and he wouldn't even acknowledge me, let alone smile. I wasn't even sure that he liked sex, except by the end of the semester, with a little help from my mouth, he's fucking me three times in a little over an hour!" "I can understand his passion." "Ohhh... Don't talk, Jake, I'm almost there! "Let me tell you about my last get-together with Carl. We're in bed, and I'm tied to the bed, again, of course, and someone knocks on the door. Carl answers the door! It's one of his buddies -- another nerdy grad student -- and Carl invites him in to join us. I said, `no way!' and Carl laughed and asked, `what are you going to do about it, Penny?' He was right, I wasn't in a position to do anything about it. I never knew if Carl set me up or not. The two guys took turns with me until they were both exhausted. I was still so hot, I could have gone on for days. I was tempted to knock on Lester's door and ask him if he wanted a turn, but I didn't. He would have probably fainted. "Oh, yeah, Jake, oh, yeah! And that's my Carl story. So you were right to have suspicions about him! Yes! Yes! Yessssss!" There were no more stories till the next time. * * * * * * * * * * Two Sundays later, Penny and I were in bed. It was a dark, rainy day and perfect for what we were doing. When I arrived, Penny had opened the door naked and we fucked on the living room coffee table as she told me all about her date the night before. Over coffee, Penny smiled wickedly, "Remember the first time we fucked, after we split up?" I had to smile back. "Sure. I met one of your lovers on the way out. You two had just finished." Penny nodded, "Yeah. You got `sloppy seconds' and you seemed to like it." "I remember you being a little hot to trot, too." "Oh, yeah, I was. I loved it. It may have been the best cum I ever had in my life. Well, until just now." "Well, that's great, Penny. Glad to be of service." "Not just you." "What do you mean?" "There had to be someone else." "I'm not following." Penny rolled her eyes, but reached over and gently took my cock in her hand. "I should have mentioned it, Jake. You just had sloppy seconds, again!" BOING! "Wow, Jake, I think you like sloppy seconds! Bob and I fucked all night, but I didn't tell you that after we showered this morning, on his way out, he bent me over the sofa and fucked me good!" "Let's do it in bed this time, Penny!" We were in bed and taking our time. Penny lifted my mouth away from her breast and asked, "What was another suspicion, Jake? When was another time you thought I was fucking around on you?" "I *KNOW* you were fucked, Penny, but I want to know what really happened that night I brought you home from the Frat house?" She lowered my head back down to her breast. "Hmm, I can't be much help to you there. I was blotto! I have a hazy memory of three guys, but, sometimes, I think there were more. I know my jaw and pussy were sore the next day!" "Yeah, you told me you gave them blow-jobs and then you fucked them." "Well, that's about as much as I remember that night, too; but I think it was more like they fucked me. God! Remember the next rush week?" I chuckled, "Yeah, you entered your tits in a contest. I still can't believe you didn't win!" "Mmm... Goin' a little lower, eh? Does it smell a little musky down there? You're sweet to say that, but the girl that won was a blonde and had a set of 44s. The crowd ate her up." "Was it just touchie-feelie, as you said?" Penny laughed a loud laugh, "Well, maybe it wasn't as innocent as I portrayed it to you, Dear. I remember giving a few quick hand-jobs and kissing a few dicks. I think even two good-looking guys got to give me quickies against a wall. But the scene started to get bizarre. The guys were getting drunker and drunker and were quickly getting out of control. Guys were mauling my tits and ass, and besides a finger or two, they were trying to shove their fists and bottles up the girls' cunts. All of us got scared so we all dressed as best we could and got out of there before a sex riot started. "The next two rush weeks were better." I lifted my face, "That was after I moved away. You told me you didn't go." She batted her eyelids and smiled, "Sorry, Jake. I lied." "So tell me." "Well, the next one was in our Junior year, and we knew a lot of guys on campus. I think Debbie and I went to at least one party every night. They were a blast -- free booze, free drugs, free music. Every party at least one somebody got lucky with your ex-wife." "No gang-bangs? No nude dancing?" "I don't think so, that year. But the next year... We were Seniors and out for all the fun we could get. "I remember one night... there was Debbie and me and some other girl I didn't know. I think we were pretty wasted. Anyway, we're up in a bedroom with a couple of frat guys and four prospective pledges. The frat guys told the pledges that they'd never get into the frat if they didn't have good `penile-pussy sensitivity.' Everybody got naked and the blindfolded pledges laid on the floor. Each of us (the three girls) was to take turns straddling them, giving the boys ten strokes each, then the boys had to guess which pussy matched which girl. Of course, the joke was that none of the pledges lasted all thirty strokes. The first pledge I fucked didn't even last the first ten strokes! The frat brothers laid into them for being such fast shooters and threatened to blackball them if they pledged. After a while, they let the pledges in on the joke. Two pledges stayed in the room and the seven of us had fun for a couple of hours. I left another pair of panties on another frat house wall that night!" I moved up onto Penny and buried my aching cock in her hot cunt. "Go slow, Jake, this is nice. Later that week Debbie and I did enter a striptease contest. It's very sexy to take your clothes off in front of such a friendly crowd." "Did you win?" "No, I think a blonde won that year, too. Maybe I should have dyed my hair!" "Any sex?" "Of course, there was sex, lover. That's what rush week was all about for the girls that went. I think that night I wound up with a basketball player who was in the frat. And he gave me a little present -- a case of the crabs!" "Christ, Penny, you should write a book!" * * * * * * * * * * One Thursday afternoon at the office, my phone rings and it's Penny, "I'll have something very special for you tomorrow. Come by around six-fifty -- no later than 7 p.m. I'll have a guest, and when you see him leave, come in." And she hung up. Of course I was there the next evening. Right at 7 o'clock, this big guy comes out of Penny's apartment. As soon as he pulls away in his car, I sprinted to the door and walked in. I found Penny naked, in bed. She was on her back with her legs spread and facing the doorway. Her hands were holding her pussy wide open. As I stared at the gobs of fresh cum in her soft pubic hair, and spread around her leaking cunt and dripping into a growing puddle on the sheet, she smiled at me and said, "You always want to hear about it. I was wondering if you'd like some more sloppy seconds while I told you!" I ripped my pants and boxers down my hips and buried my instant erection balls-deep into her sloppy-hot pussy. I still had my shoes and socks on! It was wonderful! As I started fucking her, Penny told me that the guy that just left was Brian and he always had enormous cums. He had been away at some training class for the week, and Penny had promised him a hot fuck as soon as he got home, if he promised not to cum all week. She said he saved it all for her all week, but she teased him and told him she had forgotten about a previous engagement that she couldn't reschedule. But, she told him she'd be ready and waiting for a quickie if he drove straight to her place from the airport. He arrived, buried his cock up her cunt and let go with a tremendous blast that Penny said she could feel squeezing out of her pussy, around his buried cock. Then she chased him away so I could enjoy the fruits of his abstinence. I don't know if I matched Brian, but I didn't really care as my orgasm felt like it was blowing the top off my head. Penny said hers was one of the most intense she'd ever had. We spent the rest of the weekend in bed, kissing, sucking and fucking. That was the weekend Penny told me about the picnic. I was on the bed on my back and Penny was lowering herself down on my dick. I reached up to caress her breasts and said, "I have another suspicion." "Mmmm, go ahead." "The store picnic. I believed you when you said nothing happened because I wanted to believe it. But you two girls, naked, five naked good ol' boys, all that booze and dope, and time. I think something went on in those woods." "You're absolutely right, Jake, something did go on in those woods. A lot went on in those woods!' She slowed down on me. I knew she was trying to pace herself to cum just as she finished the story. "Those five guys weren't as friendly as we made out at the time. You and Billy really left Michelle and me in a very bad spot." "I know, Penny, I still feel bad about it." "Well, she deserved it, I didn't. Anyway, they invited us to go with them and Michelle and I were angry at you and Billy, so we agreed, so we could teach you a lesson -- we didn't want to still be where you left us whenever you decided to return. "They led us to their little pool in the woods and soon made it clear they were going to fuck us before anyone went swimming. We were lost, trapped and alone. I didn't know what to do. "Michelle -- that bitch -- grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels and put back a healthy slug. Then she looked at the guys and asked, `Okay, who's got the biggest dick?' "The tallest guy said, `I do.' "Michelle pointed to me and said, `Okay, you get to fuck my friend, Penny, first! She just loves big cocks' "So he walks over to me with his hard-on, makes me get on my hands and knees and just slides it home. "And that was just the start. For the next two hours or so, we took them all on. We both fucked all five of them and probably blew them all, too. I think two or three of them kept getting hard-ons and fucked us both again. I know I was fucked eight or nine times. "I didn't particularly want to be gang-raped but I didn't see a way out other than cooperating. On the other hand, Michelle was hot to trot and began blowing one while another porked her from the rear. You would not have believed how slutty Michelle behaved, taking two guys at a time! She was loving it, Jake! She even told the Black guy to fuck her up her ass! "When you two showed up, we had just gotten out of the pond, after washing up. What would you have done if you had gotten there a half-hour sooner?" "I don't know, Penny. It was a tense situation when we did get there." "Tell me about it. I just wanted to get the four of us out of there before the five guys changed their minds. When we were saying good-bye, and jerking the two big studs off, they were asking us for our phone numbers. Can you believe that?" "So, you didn't have one orgasm the whole time?" "I didn't say that, Jake. In fact, I must have had twenty orgasms that afternoon. Just like the one I'm gonna have, right now!" * * * * * * * * * * Sloppy seconds became a sick and twisted habit with us that we both loved. Penny would even call me at 2 a.m. to tell me to rush over and bury my cock in her cunt, after it had been well-used by a lover that night. I never said no. One night, I was asleep, in bed with a woman I had dated a few times -- when I got Penny's "just fucked" phone call. I explained to my date that my ex-wife saw a prowler and I rushed over to her place for sloppy seconds. Another night, after I had stripped and buried my cock into her especially sloppy cunt, she smiled up at me and told me that I wasn't her second cock of the night, but her third! I was following two lusty brothers! Penny had been dating one brother and the other brother was in town and joined them for dinner. Penny said it wasn't anything she planned, but the wine and the mood and the moon made it seem like the right thing to do. Neither brother had minded sharing her and she had enjoyed having both of them (twice). Then she said she wanted to make it a perfect night, by calling me over for "sloppy thirds." With which I soon obliged her. And every time we fucked, she had another sexy story for me. According to Penny, she and Debbie Greer cut a wide swath through the male population at their university. The two of them spent more time in dorm rooms than the residents. Penny was going steady with me, or, later, engaged, and wasn't looking for any commitment from any of the men. Debbie was just a slut who never thought about anything except the next guy she was going to fuck. As far as the men were concerned, they were perfect fuck partners. Most of the time, Penny and Debbie would party with a pair of guys, but neither of them was opposed to going a little wild. Debbie enjoyed making out with two guys. She liked being the center of their attention and feeling the four hands, two tongues, and two cocks. She said women were built to make love with two men. Apparently, it wasn't hard to convince Penny she was right. Penny said to me, "so every so often, we'd treat ourselves." Penny said one Summer weekend, when her parents were away, she invited Debbie over on Friday for a swim and a sleepover. Debbie showed up with six horny guys! They stayed the whole weekend and Penny was chasing them out the backdoor as her parents pulled into the driveway on Sunday night. Penny and Debbie volunteered to work the orientation the Summer before their senior year. She said the school was always curious why their session had the happiest class of freshman boys. Penny said she and Debbie gave an all new interpretation to "incoming freshmen!" Finally, two nights before we were married, Debbie set a party up for Penny in a motel room. When Penny got there, Debbie left. Penny wasn't alone -- Debbie had invited the three guys she remembered as having the biggest cocks at school. On her way out, she told Penny to "have fun, fuck them till they die, and I hope they stretch your pussy so much you won't even feel Jake-ee-poo on your wedding night!" Debbie always did like me. * * * * * * * * * * One night, we were in bed sipping champaign, when she turned to me. "Do you have any suspicions left, Jake, or did we clear them all up for you?" I thought about it for awhile. "How about your Christmas and New Year's in Texas?" "No, other than an uncle being a little friendlier than he should have been, nothing happened." "'Nothing happened?' With you, I find that a little hard to believe. What did he do, feel you up?" "Yeah, to say the least. I could tell as soon as I got there -- he couldn't take his eyes off me. He would wander the house, trying to catch me in the bathroom or the bedroom. He'd brush by me as closely as possible and his hand or elbow or hip would brush my ass or tits. "It soon became funny. I'd sit across from him and 'accidently' let him see I wasn't wearing any panties under my miniskirt. One night he was in the hall when I came out of the bathroom after a shower. I was drying my hair and my robe was loosely tied. He could see just about all of my boobs, except the nipples. He stopped and looked and then rushed to his room. I laughed thinking of him whacking off in his room. "Finally, one day, everyone was out of the house, except the two of us. I stripped naked and laid on the bed feigning sleep. I knew he couldn't resist a peek. Sure enough, in a few moments, I heard the door open and I knew he was in the room. Then he surprised me -- he got on the bed immediately and slid his lubricated dick right into my pussy!" "Your uncle?" "My mom's older brother." "Did he say anything?" "Oh, we talked. He just had the hots for me. We fucked every chance we got for the rest of the week. Oh, and get this... I gave him his first blow-job!" "Incredible story!" "Yeah, it was. So, anymore suspicions, Dear?" "I guess that's it." "Didn't you ever have any suspicions about you friends?" "My friends?" "Yeah, Jake, your good buddies. Didn't you ever suspect any of them?" "Well... no, I guess I never did. Not Billy -- he was my best friend." She smiled and nodded, "Yep, I fucked him." "What?" "Yeah, fucked him twice. First time was when we had that big room at the top of that old house down the beach. I woke up one morning, feeling a dick bumping against my pussy. At first, I thought it was you, but when I opened my eyes, it was Billy. He was grinning like an idiot. I looked around and saw that both you and Michelle were nowhere to be seen and I guess we both thought you two were off fucking someplace, so we'd do the same. He wasn't very good -- too fast and didn't last long at all. When he was done, he got back in his bed and fell asleep again. Then you came out of the bathroom, just in time to finish me off. I knew I could count on you. Sloppy seconds, even then!" "But Michelle and I didn't fuck." "I know, I know. You told me what happened, and, Jake, believe me, if you don't call that a fuck, you only miss by a technicality!" "I guess you're right. When was the other time you fucked?" "When Michelle broke up with Billy." [Author's note: after working the midnight shift at the store, during the summer, Billy walked into his bedroom to find Michelle fucking Billy's older brother -- a Marine home on leave!]. Penny continued, "You remember how hard he took it. He was a basket case for weeks. One night he stopped by the house with a fifth of bourbon and we were drinking as we talked (and he cried) and by the time the bottle was empty, we were naked and screwing on my parents' kitchen floor! His lovemaking hadn't improved." "Billy, huh? What a surprise." "He wasn't the only one." "What do you mean?" "...of your friends. He wasn't the only one of your friends to boff me." "Who else?" I groaned. Penny laughed and reached for my cock. "Maybe I can ease the pain, a little." Later, Penny hugged me close and began talking. "Mike O'Donnell was a real pussy-hound, did you know that?" "Umm, we sort of drifted apart after he changed majors and joined the Frat. When I knew him well, he was pretty stable. He had been dating Terri Allen for a while before they set us up. I always figured I owed him a big one for that." "You're so sweet, but don't worry, Jake. He was paid back in full!" "God, him, too?" "Yeah, when you left for your new job, I'm not sure you had reached the interstate yet, and he was calling me. Asking me out to a movie." "I remember, now, he definitely had the hots for you. He came up to visit when we were all together at the beach and you sat there naked as a jaybird and as casual as could be. He liked you, but he loved your body. Now I remember how he always looked at you, the bastard." "Well, the movie turned out to be a drive-in and we wound up in the back seat. All that summer, at least two nights a week and on the weekends when you couldn't get home, he'd call and we'd go to the drive-in. One night, he shows up in a big, black Cadillac with Vince Capreto. It was amazing what three motivated people could do in that huge backseat. That happened three or four more times before Vince went back to school. "And I think Vince or Mike put the word out on me, because I was always getting calls from different guys in that crowd -- Kenny, George, Brian, Pat, Sean, on and on." "Did you fuck them all, Penny?" "Most. Believe me, Jake, except for you, there's no loyalty when a guy sees big boobs and sniffs available pussy." * * * * * * * * * * Fuck session after fuck session, story after story, I listened to Penny tell me about the other men in her life. I found it hard to believe that, even in the "free love" era, Penny was as promiscuous as she was, and had been. I thought about me, for two years lonely and missing her so badly, and she was out getting her pussy fucked off. All the boys, all the men -- was it all true? Gang-bangs, "best tit" and striptease contests. One, two, three, four, five, how many men at a time? I wondered if I ever really knew her at all. Was this the sweet girl I dated and married? Had she ever loved me? How was I so blind? Sometimes I thought, "what is wrong with her?" I wondered if she had been abused, if it was a self-esteem problem, or if she was just a slut. Maybe, as she said, she was a fun-loving girl, having fun. And what about me? I kept coming back for more and more. If Penny was sick, I was sicker. I was perverted, a masochist. It was the Seventies and I was single, and I was still fucking my ex-wife instead of meeting other women. My social life was stillborn, and when I did go out, nothing my dates said was nearly as interesting as one of Penny's sex stories. I was disgusted with myself. Penny and I would spend an hour, or a day, or a weekend in bed and when I left, I'd tell myself that that was the last time -- I was never going back for sex. I knew I had to stop and get on with my life. But, then... I'd get that phonecall and I'd drop what I was doing, and Penny and I would be at it again. I was an addict with an incurable habit. * * * * * The only thing that stopped me was going cold-turkey. Penny had been right about her boss. He was smart and ambitious and knew the business. Over the years, he had opened offices in New York, Boston, Chicago and was now ready for the West Coast. He told Penny she was ready to run one of his offices and he wanted her to become a partner and open his Seattle office. Not that I still had a right to be, but I was really proud of her. It was quite an achievement. The down side, of course, was that Seattle was going to be too far to commute! It was strange losing her. We had been husband and wife, but even longer, we had been lovers and friends. I was going to miss her deeply, and I think she felt the same. She was very busy getting ready, but we managed a weekend together. * * * * * There hadn't been any lovers there before me -- no sloppy seconds. We went out for expensive, romantic dinners. We took baths together amidst fresh flowers and candlelight. We made love on satin sheets. We drank brandy older than our parents. In bed, sated and relaxed, we were quietly enjoying our last moments together. Penny lit a cigarette and sipped her brandy. Then she smiled at me and said, "Jake, I have one more thing to tell you. I've been debating and debating whether to tell you or not, and I decided I had to." "Sure, Penny, whatever you want to say. I'll listen." "It's about all those things I told you about -- the ones while we were dating -- my 'crazy' college years." I felt my double-tined twinge -- excitement and jealousy. I just nodded. "It was all a lie!" Penny blurted out. I didn't understand. "A lie? What was all a lie?" "All of it, Jake. Well, almost all of it. What I originally said about orientation week with Carl, and those two rush parties that you knew about, that was true. But all the rest... a lie." "You mean you didn't sleep with my friends and all those guys at your college? None of that happened?" She shook her head. "Why, Penny?" "That's easy. It was turning us both on. I'm not sure I'll ever have sex that good again in my life!" I didn't know what I was feeling, but I knew I was laying there with my mouth open. Finally, enough brain cells joined hands, "C'mon, Penny. Are you just telling me this now, so I don't think you were a bit... ah... promiscuous?" "I swear, Jake. And I won't deny being a slut, but that was after we were separated. Don't you get it, yet? Jake, I loved you! You were the first and, so far, only love of my life, and since we met, all I ever wanted to do was marry you and live happily ever after. It was my dream. Fucking around wasn't part of that dream." I wasn't sure what I was feeling. I remembered all those hours in bed with Penny, being spurred on and on by the stories; but, I also wanted to believe her -- because if it had all been a lie, then I really did know the Penny I had been in love with. "Penny, this is quite a shock." She grasp my hand, "And all those things I told you I did weren't shocking to you?" "Well, yeah, some were a little on the bizarre side. I'd like knowing you weren't gang-raped because I played a stupid practical joke on you." "I wasn't gang-raped, Dear. There were a few gropes and feels while we were swimming, but I think something bad may have happened if you hadn't found us when you did." "No Billy, or Mike, or Vince or your boss?" "Just, you, Baby. I'll swear on a stack of Bibles and I'll take a lie-detector test. What I said about my college years was made-up and said for fun. We were both enjoying it, weren't we?" I lowered my chin on my chest. "I'm embarrassed to admit it -- I had some mixed feelings -- but I did enjoy it." "Me, too, Jake. But I'm telling you this, now, because I want you to think kindly of me. What I want you to remember about me is that I loved you, and in a non-married way, I still love you." "And I love you, Penny." * * * * * * * * * * I knew as I watched Penny's plane taxi away from the terminal I was going to miss her terribly; and, that I was never going to find another lover like her. I was right -- I haven't. Penny and I still exchange Christmas and Birthday cards, but that's the extent of our communications. She makes more money than she can count and is an avid sailor and pilot. She re-married (no children). She's happy. I guess I can't wish her anymore than that. I was fortunate enough to meet my present wife, and I'm the happy, proud father of three great teenage girls. Life has been good to me, too. And I still like listening to those "oldies" on the radio -- they always dust off a memory or two of growing up in the Sixties, man. .............. Oh, yeah. A couple of years ago, I got word that Vince Capreto's dad died. I flew down for the funeral. Vince's dad had been ninety-six when he died and the funeral had more of a sense of celebration than sadness. It was nice seeing so many old friends -- even though we had all grown up and grown old! Sometime after midnight, when most of the people had gone, a few of us sat around, drinking and talking about old times in our old party basement -- I was sorry to see the old chair was gone. In the background, on a CD-player, Smokey Robinson was singing those notes only he could sing. Someone asked where Penny was now. "Seattle. Been there twenty years. She's doing fine." Mike O'Donnell, obviously feeling no pain, slurred, "Penny Grant. She was the hottest piece of ass I ever met. She didn't just like to fuck, she *LOVED* to fuck!" I saw Vince and a couple of my other old friends nodding their heads in agreement. Mike looked around the room and saw me. "Oops, no 'fense, Jake." "None taken, Mike." Penny didn't have to worry. I still think kindly of her. * THE END -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----