by S. Wolf
Josh grinned.
“But beep the horn first,” Billy continued, “You know, give us a little warning before you knock on the window.”
“Come on Romeo,” Amber said, tugging on his hand, “I don’t think they need your help. Maybe you should concentrate on what’s going on in this car?”
“I’m just saying,” Billy said, before opening the door for Amber, “Josh has been on the inactive roster for a while. He may be rusty.”
“I’ll be sure to warm him up properly,” Emma said with a grin, before she sat down through the door Josh held open for her.
Billy shot him a thumbs-up before getting into his car.
Slipping into his seat, Josh shut the door and smiled at Emma. “Warm me up, huh?”
“Metaphorically speaking,” she replied with a smug smile. She sat sideways in her seat, facing him.
“Damn metaphors.”
She laughed.
“Hey,” he said, “I never did ask you about your college plans.”
“I’ve got a scholarship myself.”
“For what?”
“Track and Field.”
He looked at her with mild surprise. “Really?”
She pretended to be offended. “Why does that shock you?”
“I’m not sure. I guess I just didn’t think of you that way.”
“That way?”
He grinned sheepishly. “You’re too good looking for a jock.”
She smiled. “Nice save.”
“So maybe I wouldn’t outrun you if we met a zombie.”
Emma laughed. “I’d leave you in the dust.”
“You’re that fast?”
“No, I’d be that scared.”
He laughed hard, and when he recovered he said, “So where are you going to school?”
“Nebraska U.”
He looked at her in surprise once again. “Really? Why didn’t you say anything?”
She shrugged. “I figured we’d get to it.”
“That’s cool. We’ll be classmates.”
“It’s a big school.”
“I’ll find you.”
She smiled. “Amber was right, you are nice.”
“And you’re cute.”
She laughed. “And to think I was nervous when Amber picked the drive-in.”
“Why’s that?”
“It’s a lot of pressure for a first date.”
He stared at her. “That’s exactly what I told Billy.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, I said it’s hard to tell what the other is expecting.”
“Exactly. If it was a movie in a theater there wouldn’t be any pressure.”
He shook his head in surprise. “I told him that too.”
She smiled. “Great minds think alike.”
“Must be.”
She paused, and then said, “That’s why I told you about my ex. I wanted you to know up front.”
“I’m glad you did. I’m kind of relieved.”
“Why?”
“The pressure thing. Now I know not to make a fool of myself by trying anything.”
She was quiet again. “Josh, I may be a virgin, but I’m not a saint.”
He gave her a curious look, and she smiled at him.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” he said.
“I have limits, but sitting two feet from you with a console between us isn’t one of them.”
He smiled, finally understanding. “There’s no console in the back seat.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
She moved to her knees and slipped easily between the seats. With his height, it was more of an effort for him, but he eventually fell back into the seat, and she snuggled next to him. He took her hand in his and she laid her head against his shoulder.
“This is nice,” she said, squeezing his hand with hers.
They began to watch the movie, and partway in she shifted, trying to get comfortable. He took the opportunity to move his arm around her shoulder, and she laid her head against his chest, turned towards the screen, as her hand rested on his thigh.
She felt good against him, as if she belonged there. His hand was on her hip, feeling the warmth of her skin through the material of her jeans. If this was all they did tonight, he would be happy. Something was special about her, and just sitting with her like this made him feel better than he ever felt with Haley.
At one point in the movie, there was a scare scene, and they both jumped.
She looked up at him and said, “Scaredy cat.”
“Me? You’re the one who jumped.” Their faces almost touched, and he thought she looked beautiful.
“No, that was you.”
“No way.” He stared at her lips, so close to his. Her perfect lips.
“Ok, I may have–” she began, but he cut her off by leaning down and kissing her. She was surprised at first, but her hands moved to his shoulders as her body turned and melted into him.
The kiss was soft, and he held her in his arms, feeling the warmth of her body against him. She smelled like fresh soap.
After a moment they parted, and their eyes met.
“That was nice,” he said.
“Very nice.”
She kissed him, her hands pulling him down to her. The kiss lasting longer this time, and near the end he felt the tentative touch of her tongue between his lips.
When they broke apart they gazed at each other again.
“Amber was wrong,” he said softly.
“About what?”
“You’re not cute. You’re beautiful.”
She smiled.
They kissed again, this time with urgency. His tongue met hers and they danced together. She probed his mouth and he sucked on it gently, and then traded places, as her lips softly nibbled at him.
His hand moved on its own accord, and he found himself cupping her breast through her blouse. He had a flash of worry that he had crossed a boundary, but she sighed and arched into him, encouraging his touch. Her nipple stiffened against his palm, and he rubbed her in a slow circle, eliciting more gasps from her lips.
The movie was forgotten as their bodies came alive, their hands and lips bringing pleasure to each other. She gasped as his thumb and forefinger found her erect nipple, and pinched it gently through the cloth.
He shifted in the seat, trying to relieve the pressure of the bulge in his pants. His cock was fully hard, but stuck at an awkward angle. Their tongues had lost their shyness, and she sucked on his like a miniature lollypop, and occasionally nibbled at it with her teeth.
His fingers moved to the top button of her blouse, and he took his time undoing it, giving her the chance to stop him if she wanted. When she didn’t complain, he popped it loose and opened the next two. In the dim light, he could see the white material of her bra through the opening. He could also barely make out the soft swells of the tops of her breasts, pushing out from the confining silk and lace.
He slid his hand into her blouse, cupping her again, this time only separated from her skin by the translucent satin material. She groaned softly into his mouth, and her teeth nipped at his lower lip. He once again found her nipple and squeezed it, causing a shudder to go through her.
She shifted slightly and her hand settled on his crotch. It just rested there at first, not moving, but soon she cupped him, squeezing his hardness and causing an involuntary groan to escape his lips. She began a circular motion, rubbing the flat of her palm over the head of his cock.
He breathed deep, allowing his body to adjust to the new pleasure she was causing. He kissed her again, loving the feel of her now familiar lips on his.
The hand on her breast slid upward, found the lacy edge of material, and slid back down, this time inside her bra, feeling the warm soft skin of her breast against his palm, and the silky material against the back of his hand. Her nipple bent slightly as his hand moved by, but came up hard again against his palm, stiff and tight.
Her moans intensified, and she
moved again, turning her body until she was facing him with her knees on the seat, his thigh between her legs. She pressed down into him, and her crotch felt warm against his leg. With her new position, his other hand was free, and he moved it down, sliding the back of it against his thigh and worming it under her. As a result, she was pressing down on his hand, and he cupped her in his palm, causing another groan from her.
His hand gently massaged her, feeling the cleft of her lips through the heavy denim, he judged where her clit was and rubbed it in small circles. He must have hit the right spot, because her body arched against him, and she bit his lip again, harder this time.
Her hand reached down and found the button of his pants. It took her a moment, but she worked it loose and tugged at his zipper.
There was a tap on the window, startling them both. She moved quickly off him, turning and sitting in the seat and pulling her blouse closed. Luckily, the windows had fogged up and they couldn’t be seen.
“Hey you two,” Billy called, “the movie’s over. You coming out?”
They looked at each other and grinned sheepishly.
“We’ll be right out,” Josh called back.
He lifted his hips off the seat and re-buttoned his pants. Emma was busy with the buttons on her shirt. They both took a deep breath and looked at each other.
“You ready?” she asked.
“One second,” he said, and leaned over and kissed her again, gently this time. When they separated she smiled at him.
“There’s another movie,” she said, the implication plain.
He grinned. “I would love another movie.”
Without bothering to climb into the front seat first, she leaned the seat forward and reached for the door handle. She got out and Josh followed through the same door.
Billy and Amber stared at them.
“What?” Josh asked, unable to keep the smile off his face. Emma was looking like a Cheshire cat also.
“You two have fun?” Amber asked.
“Yeah,” Emma replied, brushing hair back from her face, then added, “The movie was good.”
“Right,” Amber said, looking at her with an arched eyebrow.
Emma just smiled.
“How about we hit the bathrooms and get a snack for the second movie?” Amber said. She was born to be an organizer.
“Sounds good,” Josh replied, taking Emma’s hand in his for the walk to the concession stand.
Chapter 12
Mervyn Pritt walked in through his back door with a wide smile on his face. He couldn’t believe what had just happened to him.
Ever since he had been old enough to beat off, he had been a fan of Penthouse Forum. He would pour through the stories sent in by readers with the magazine in one hand and his dick in the other, fantasizing that he was one those people. Like the young college freshman introduced to campus life by a blonde sorority girl. Or the man who meets the girl who used to live next door to him when he was eight, who’s now working as a lingerie model. Or the husband who’s wife’s college roommate comes to visit, and they end up in a wild three-way.
Why couldn’t he be like these people? Falling into bed with strangers with such ease? But deep down, he knew why. Beginning with his coke-bottle thick glasses and ending with his acne-scarred skin – and a whole lot of bad between them – girls just weren’t attracted to him. No, actually they were repulsed by him. Even the desperate lonely women who worked with him down at the post office would have nothing to do with him. When they thought he couldn’t hear them, they would call him Merv the Perv and laugh.
So here he was, twenty-eight years old and still living with his mother. His only meaningful relationship with females, other than his mom, was with the large collection of porn he kept hidden in a locked trunk under his bed. He kept it locked because his mother had discovered his previous collection under his mattress back when he was a teenager.
She hadn’t been happy about that – not one bit. His mother was an upstanding religious woman who didn’t tolerate lust of any kind. She had let her guard down once, back when she was a teenager herself, and had paid the price for it – left alone to give birth to a baby by a man who was only interested in what was between her legs.
She had cried when she discovered the magazines, and forced him to watch as she burned them in the back yard. He nearly cried himself when he saw the burning and black charred faces of his girlfriends wafting up into the air. Goodbye Bambi. Goodbye Staci.
But since then he had re-grown his collection, and kept it safely locked away. She once asked him what was in there, and he had told her it was his memories of her – such as photographs, birthday cards she had given him, and letters she had written to him when he was away at camp. She had smiled when he told her this and never asked about it again.
If the old collection had shocked her, this one would surely put her in her grave. His tastes had become more refined over the years – at least that’s how he liked to think of it – and his interests had broadened. He had been surfing the internet a few years ago and came across a website that piqued his interest. There were photos of very young nude children doing innocuous things, like picking flowers, or playing tag. They fascinated him, and he dug deeper into the website. Soon he saw the children doing some not so innocuous things, both with each other and with adults. His cock got harder than it had been in a long time, and he grabbed it in his familiar fist. Less than a minute later he was spurting into his hand as his eyes locked on the screen.
After some careful research, he ordered some magazines from a company in Singapore and put them in the chest, his new young girlfriends joining his older ones.
But through it all he still loved Penthouse Forum, and would read the letters thinking something like that would never happen to him. And he was right. Until tonight.
He was driving home from work when he saw her walking on the side of the road, naked as the day she was born. At first he thought it was just his imagination, one of his fantasies come to life as his mind finally went around the corner into insanity.
But she was real. He slowed as he approached, rolling down his window.
“Hey, you ok?”
She kept walking, ignoring him. Her skin was pale white, and despite her matted dark hair he thought she was beautiful. She was the first live nude female he had seen since he accidentally walked in the bathroom as his mom was getting out of the shower. That event had curtailed his masturbatory activities for about a week.
His cock was already beginning to rise, and it popped to full attention when he saw her shaved mound, which looked similar to those of his young girlfriends in his trunk.
“Hi, do you need a ride?” His mouth was dry and he had to force the words out.
“I’m going this way anyway,” he added.
She stopped, and his heart skipped a beat as he stopped the car along with her. She turned and her vacant eyes finally noticed him, her mouth in an odd grin.
“Want to fuck?” she asked.
His eyes went wide, staring at her in shock. Had he heard her right?
“W-what?”
Her grin widened. “Let’s fuck.”
His throat froze and he couldn’t speak. He tried to move his mouth but nothing came out. She walked around the car to the passenger door, and tried to open it, her hand lifting up the handle but it wasn’t working. She continued to try, lifting the handle over and over.
He realized what the problem was and hit the unlock button on his side. But she was still lifting it and the door didn’t unlock. He hit the button again, but she wouldn’t stop lifting the handle.
“Hold on,” he said, regaining his voice. “Stop for a second.”
But she continued to try to get in, and he kept hitting the button, his frustrations mounting as they kept doing it at the same time.
“Wait!” he yelled, but the lock popped and the door opened. She slid in and sat beside him, the smile still on her face.
“Hi,” he said, still convince
d this was a dream. “I’m Mervyn.”
“Fuck me,” she replied.
His heart trip-hammered. Was this really happening? Was he going to lose his virginity?
“Close the door,” he said, “we’ll go somewhere.”
She just stared at him.
“I’ll get it.” He reached across her, his face inches from her erect nipples, grabbed the door handle and pulled it closed. She leaned down and her mouth met the side of his neck in a wet sloppy kiss, her teeth nibbling at his skin. He turned his face towards her and their lips met, her tongue probing deep into his mouth. Her breath was bad, but he was way beyond caring about details like that.
Reaching one hand up, he touched a female breast for the first time in his adult life, loving the warm soft feel of it against his palm.
Out of nowhere, a car sped past, blaring its horn as it went by, declaring its unhappiness with him for sitting in the middle of the road.
“Let’s go somewhere,” he said, straightening back up in his seat. He put the car in gear and started off.
Immediately she moved over to him and her hands were busy at his crotch, unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. He gasped when she pulled the waistband of his underwear down, allowing his hard cock to spring free. She leaned her head into his lap, and he almost ran the car off the road as he felt the warm wetness engulf him.
Thirty seconds later he nearly wrecked again when he spurted into the back of her throat, his eyes crossing from the unfamiliar pleasure. When his mind rejoined him he was horrified to discover he was driving on the wrong side of the road. He jerked the car back into his lane.
She didn’t stop, and his cock remained hard as his cum dribbled from her working mouth down onto his balls and soaked into the seat beneath him.
He was approaching another orgasm when he arrived home, hoping his mother’s car wouldn’t be in the driveway. But it was not only there, several other cars were there with it, and a few parked alongside the road also.
Fuck! He had forgotten about his mother’s meeting. Every month her and the other holy rollers in town would get together and make plans about how they would clean up this place. He would usually spend that time up in his room, jerking off to underage porn just to spite them.