Thanks to Mikothebaby for her tireless work editing this story. Let's get to it.
It was yet another perfect late summer day as I hopped over the edge of the giant bucket and unsteadily ran towards the closest restroom. I dodged a man and his small son who were standing in the doorway, lost in a conversation about whether or not the boy needed to go. Coming at them from my angle, I could already see what the boy's dad couldn't. The reason his child no longer needed to go, was because judging from the stain on the back of his shorts, he'd already gone.
"Excuse me," I said, as I lurched past them with one hand over my mouth and the other over my stomach. Luckily, I was the only one in the room. And even better, my stomach had settled down to the point where I just felt queasy. Like the little boy outside, I no longer had to go, but in my case everything I was about to vomit, stayed inside.
I stood there looking at myself in the mirror wondering why I was such a wimp. Why would I let myself get pushed into doing something that I knew terrified me, not once but over and over again?
Before the question was even voiced, I answered myself. Love; I did it for love. Okay, there was a bit of lust thrown in there too, but I really do love Penny. Or at least I did back then. Shit, there was nothing about her not to love. She had rich, beautiful, brown hair, smoldering brown eyes and a smile that lit up any room she was in. She was thin yet curvy, with the cutest, tightest ass ever imagined and a rack that belonged on a much bigger girl.
Penny could probably have had any guy she wanted, but for some reason she seemed to want me. Me being plain old Greg Stephens. We were, as usual, spending my off day at the Great Lakes Adventures Amusement park. Penny loved roller coasters and all kinds of thrill rides so we went on quite a lot of them.
After getting my equilibrium back, I went back outside of the bathroom and found Penny, her sister Julie and her best friend Rebecca, who for some reason was called "Bucket," waiting for me.
"What should we ride next, Hon?" smiled Penny.
"Whatever makes you happy, Sweetheart," I said.
"Greg, could we get something to eat?" asked Julie looking at me. "We've been riding the rides all day and I'm kind of hungry."
"God damn it Julie," snapped Penny. "We can eat when we get home. It's a pretty long drive to get here and the only day that we get to come is on Greg's off day. It's going to be dark soon. We'll grab something to eat and you can eat it in the car."
I reached into my pocket and pulled out some money for the next ride. I handed it to Penny and she kissed me. "This isn't enough for all of us," she said.
"I know, Honey," I told her. "But I promised your parents I'd make sure that Julie had a good time. You and Bucket go ride the roller coaster again and I'll take Julie to get something to eat."
"Greg, you don't have to give in to that brat's whining," she said.
"I know, but some day, hopefully soon, she'll be my sister in law," I said.
"Count on it," said Penny, kissing me yet again. "As soon as we get off of the coaster, I'll meet you by the exit." She and Bucket walked away from us heading for the next thrill ride they could experience. That was one of the things about Penny that I didn't share. Penny was very adventurous and seemed to go from one thrill to the next. She loved all of those terror inducing rides and scary movies and anything with a risk involved.
"Thanks Julie," I said, as we watched her sister walk away from us.
"Any time, brother in law," she smiled. Julie was as different from Penny as two sisters who shared both parent's DNA could be. Where Penny's hair as mentioned, is a luxurious brown color; Julie's is blond. Penny cuts her hair short so it's easy to manage; Julie's tresses hang halfway down her back. They both share those smoldering brown eyes, but Penny seems to have smaller eyes like their dad, and Julie has those big innocent peepers like their mother.
"You'd think that my sister would realize that you're afraid of heights and stop forcing you to go on that type of ride. I mean it's not my business, but for as much as she goes around claiming she loves you, she really doesn't treat you very well," she said.
"Well, she's young," I said. "I guess when she has a chance to, she just likes to get out there and experience things."
"Greg, I'm young," said Julie. "I'm nineteen. Penny is twenty two years old. What she is, is selfish. And you've spoiled her. She goes after cheap thrills no matter what the consequences to anyone else. She's always been like that though; even when we were little. Someday, her cheap thrills are going to cost her more than she's willing to pay."
"What are you in the mood to eat?" I asked to lighten the mood.
"Anything is fine, Greg," she said smiling at me. "I'm not really that hungry, but I'd better get something now, because I know you're not going to let me eat anything in your Mustang."
I found myself wondering how the younger sister could be so much more mature sometimes, as we wandered off to find something to eat.
"How come you always get the good guys?" asked my best friend Bucket, as we walked back towards the roller coasters. I was so pissed that I almost missed her question.
"Two reasons," I said smiling. "Nice guys don't marry sluts is one reason. And the second is because of the balance."
"What balance are you talking about?" asked Bucket. "And it really isn't nice to call me a slut."
"I meant it in the nicest possible way though, Beck," I smiled.
"And you're the lucky one. You don't have to drag your annoying ass little sister around with you everywhere you go," I said. "And you don't have your parents constantly on your ass about trivial bullshit, every day of the fucking week."
"They're only showing you that they care," smirked Becky.
"Why can't they care for me from a distance," I said. "Or better still, why can't they be like your parents and just stay the fuck out of my business. I'm twenty two years old not four. My life is already planned out. Julie has to get good grades in school. She's going to be a career woman. Those two years of college that I finished were the worst two years of my fucking life and a big waste of time. I don't need college to be a housewife." We got into the shortest line we could find for any roller coaster.
"Then I have to listen to them asking me why I don't have a God damned job like Julie has. Julie needs to have a job because after college she'll be entering the work force. I'm just going to marry Greg and sit back and make babies with him. We'll have all kinds of gorgeous little kids who are as smart and hard working as he is and as pretty as I am. Nuff said. My contribution to society will be handled," I said.
Becky smiled as she listened to my rant. She'd heard it all before. "Well, you seem to have your life planned out and everything seems to be in perspective," she said smiling. "One question though..." I looked at her suspiciously because Beck could be a wise ass at times.
"If you're just going to be a housewife then..." She began before I interrupted her.
"There's no such thing as JUST a housewife," I snapped. "Housewives ... domestic engineers are the mainstay of American society. They are the main pillar supporting the family unit. As a woman and a feminist, I'm making a choice and I choose to stay at home and assure that my children are brought up properly."
"Okay, Oprah," she smirked. "Can I finish my question?" I nodded at her again, but I was suspicious.
"Why can't you get a job until you get some kids?" she asked. I just growled at her.
"Or how about this," she stepped back a bit, just outside of the reach of my arm. "If you're going to be this awesome domestic engineer, why aren't you practicing and preparing for your career by helping out around your house. Your room looks like a fucking pig sty."
"Well bitch," I said, swinging at her and missing. "It's because number one, the house I live in right now isn't my house. And two, because I'm sure Greg is going to make enough money that we'll be able to afford a maid to do all of that boring shit."
"I totally agree. Fuck the boring shit," said a voice from behind us. I turned around and noticed three guys behind us.
"Hey cutie" said the tallest, most muscular one of them. I looked him over at the same time that he was checking me out. I stuck my chest out just a bit further to let him see what he'd never have.
"How many tickets ya got?" he asked. He was dirty. He even had smudges of dirt on his face like a naughty little boy. And his face, his features were no more handsome than Greg's but he just looked wilder. His hair wasn't combed. It looked like somebody tried to combine a mullet with a bird's nest. He had on a dirty t-shirt and his pants still had holes in the knees, like it was still the nineties. But there was just something primal about him. And looking at him, you could tell that he knew it.
"Why do you want to know?" I asked.
"Well, because this coaster isn't as cool as the one over there," he pointed. "And that one is half the price. So, if we go over there, all four of us could ride on your tickets."
I just looked at him.
"Why would I want to pay for you and your friend to ride the coaster?" I asked.
"Because it's no fun to ride alone," he spat. "Do you really want everyone in this park to think you can't get a man? Besides..."
He spread his arms and gestured around him.
"It IS fun meeting new people and doing things right? Have you ever ridden a coaster with your hands up the whole way? I'll bet as soon as we take off you'll grab for that safety bar like a baby grabbing for its bottle." His taunting got to me.
"Will not," I said, sounding extremely juvenile.
"Prove it," he said.
Bucket and I got out of line and got into another line with him and his friend. I noticed that one of the guys didn't get into line with us.
The guy who'd been talking to me was named Brett. His friend, who hadn't said anything to me, was Ronnie. I never found out the third guy's name.
I gave the man who ran the ride our tickets and we started to get into the car for the roller coaster. As soon as I got in, Brett jumped in front of Bucket and sat beside me. Bucket sat down next to Ronnie. I noticed that his third friend had a camera.
As he took a picture, I turned my head. "That's unusual," said Brett. "A pretty girl who isn't so stuck on herself that she wants to always have her picture taken."
"Not so unusual," I said. "I have a boyfriend who might get upset if he saw pictures of me on a roller coaster with another guy."
"Getting upset with me would only get him hurt," said Brett. "I'm an MMA fighter. I've never lost a fight."
Just hearing that got me more excited for some reason. The car started to move and the thrill of what would soon be happening sent a thrill through me.
"Damn, we haven't even started yet and you're already hanging on the safety bar like a life preserver," spat Brett. I looked down at my hands and reached upwards as the car chugged its way up the initial hill.
The view was spectacular as the car climbed higher and higher and the distance between us and the ground got bigger. I stubbornly refused to grab the safety bar, and the thrills I normally got from anticipating the first big drop were magnified.
Suddenly, the car hung there on the track for a second as we started to drop and the speed increased dramatically. With the increase in speed, came my need to increase my safety. I wanted to grab the safety rail but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I kept my hands in the air and it felt marvelous. The breeze blowing my hair wildly was exhilarating as we rocketed down the track and approached the loop. My eyes were as large as saucers and I screamed as we reached the bottom of the hill and started upwards. Then I felt them. I looked down and Brett was grabbing my breasts. I don't know why I didn't say anything. Maybe it was the fact that I was upside down and not holding onto anything as the car flew through the loop. Maybe it was the fact that the combination of thrills and fear overloaded my mind and left me open to other things, but before I could tell him that I wasn't the type of girl who let men other than her boyfriend fondle her; I was.
As the car went around the track to build speed and went through a series of curves, I moved his hands and said, "No, I have a boyfriend." He looked at me as if my words meant nothing but he moved his hands. I looked behind us to see if Bucket had noticed anything, but she was out of it. She had her legs spread and Ronnie was finger fucking her and sucking one of her huge tits. Her head was back and her eyes were closed and she was too far into what he was doing to her to care what I was doing or not doing.
"See your friend knows how to have a good time," said Brett sounding disappointed.
"My friend isn't about to get married," I said. "She's a slut and everyone knows it."
"I think she's just a woman who knows how to let her hair down and enjoy herself," he said.
For a few minutes neither of us said anything. Then the car did a series of hills that gradually got bigger building us up for the last huge hill and another even bigger loop. As the car hurtled down the last huge drop Brett made his move. I was almost expecting it. His fingers slid down into my jeans and past the waistline of my panties.
"No," I said. "I don't want that."
"Then why are you already so wet?" he asked. And he was right. I don't think it was Brett. In fact, I had no interest in him other than some kind of animal-magnetism that I could have easily ignored. But the fact was that I loved the sense of danger of the bigger faster rides and when you coupled that thrill with the idea of illicit sex, I had an itch in my pussy that I'd never felt before. "Don't worry, he'll never know," said Brett. That was the end of the conversation as we shot into the last loop. As soon as we got out of the loop, I wanted to pull his hands out but I was so close to cumming, that I just couldn't stop and he knew it. He kept rubbing my overly sensitive clit until I screamed one final time and just snatched his hand away from me. I couldn't get away from him fast enough. Almost before the car stopped moving, I was trying to hop out of it and distance myself from him. I looked back and just saw him laughing.
I found my bratty sister and Greg and ran to them as quickly as I could. I threw my arms around Greg and started to kiss him as if doing it would somehow take away my guilt.
We drove home with me holding his hand the entire way. We dropped off Bucket first and then drove to my house. My sister took her time getting out of the car. She thanked Greg about ten times and just wouldn't leave.
"Uhm Julie," I said loudly. "Do you think I could have a few minutes alone with my boyfriend? You did get to monopolize him for the last half hour or so that we were at the park."
Julie looked at me strangely and nodded her head. "I have to go anyway," said Greg. "I have to be at work early in the morning." He kissed me. It was a really good kiss as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I was horny as hell and if Julie hadn't been standing there, I'd have taken him around to the side of the house and let him fuck me right on the grass. It was dark outside and no one would see us. My knees got weaker as he kissed me. The thing about it was that I realized then, that it made me feel even more ashamed of what I'd done. Greg didn't have awesome technique as a kisser. The thing that made his kisses so powerful was the feelings of love that I got from them. Each kiss told me that this man loved me. They told me that he would do anything on earth for me and they made me dizzy.
It wasn't the kind of dizziness you get from being on a roller coaster with your hands in the air. It was a more solid, more substantial dizziness that stayed with you long after the ride or the kisses were over. In the dizziness I dreamed. I saw Greg and me in a beautiful house together with two little kids running around. The kids ran all over the yard and finally the little girl came over and told Greg, "Daddy, mommy loves you and I do too."
"Are you okay, Penny?" Greg asked me, pulling me out of the dream. He was smiling and my sister was looking at me really strangely. Her mouth was set in a straight line and she was pissed about something. I guess it wouldn't be too weird for the younger sister to have a crush on her older sibling's boyfriend.
"I'm fine, Honey," I said. "You just take my breath away every time you kiss me." He smiled.
"Augh, oh shit. I just threw up," said Julie. " ... God damn that was cheesy." She walked into the house singing Berlin's "Take my breath away," from Top Gun.
Greg waved at me one final time and got into his Mustang and drove away. I walked into the house, floating on a cloud not realizing that my life was about to change. As I walked into my room and lay down on my bed to think about what had happened, Julie went by on her way to the bathroom to take a shower. She shook her head as she went by and I laughed.
My sister stopped and walked into my room. "Listen, today is the only time I'm ever going to cover for you," she said. "Greg is too good a guy to let you fuck over."
"Are you jealous little sister?" I smirked.
"If I was, I wouldn't have distracted him and you'd probably be walking back here from Ohio right now," she spat. Suddenly I looked at Julie, and realized that she wasn't just my bratty little sister. She was a grown woman too, and she was really angry at me.
"What are you babbling about?" I asked.
"It's really stupid for a woman who thinks she's about to get married to let some other guy feel on her boobs on a roller coaster with her boyfriend sitting in a food court right under her where he could see her," she said. Then she just rolled her eyes at me and walked into the bathroom for her shower.
Before I could do anything my phone rang. I smiled thinking that everything was fine. Greg always called me right before he went to bed and again first thing in the morning. He always said that he wanted my voice to be the last thing he heard before he fell asleep and the first thing he heard every morning.
"Hi, Honey," I said, pulling the blanket around me. "I wish you were here in my bed with me. I could show you exactly how much I love you."
"Shit, Penny, we've known each other since we were eight and I never knew you liked women. If I had known, we wouldn't need any guys. I don't really have any experience eating pussy, but hell I'll try anything; especially since I know that you love me and all," said Becky.
"Bucket," I gasped. "I thought you were Greg."
"Sure you did," smirked Becky. "Want me to come over right now so you can show me how much you LOVE me?"
"What the hell do you want retard?" I said affectionately. "Hurry up. Greg is going to call me soon."
"Those two guys we met at the park want to hook up with us," she gushed.
"How did you find that out?" I asked.
"I gave Ronnie my number and he texted me," she said. "Then he called me and we talked. I'm gonna do it and I need you to come along with me."
"Becky, that's why you can't hold onto a guy," I said. "As soon as another one comes along, your head swivels around so fast it looks like it's going to fly off."
"I got off twice on that roller coaster," spat Becky. "I'm going to find out whether his dick feels as good as his fingers."
"What about Jason?" I asked. "Earlier this morning you were telling me that you thought he might be the one."
"I'm not very good at thinking," she said laughing. "I'm even worse at it when I need my pussy filled. I've got it all worked out though and my plan will work for you too. First thing in the morning I'm going to call Jason. I'm going to be sweet and angelic, but then I'm going to start an argument with him and break up with him. Then we can meet the guys and if it isn't any good, I'll call Jason back or just try to run into him later. I'll get back with him and then if he ever finds out, I'll just tell him it happened while we were broken up. You could do that too."
"I'd never do that to Greg," I said. " ... Besides Greg isn't stupid enough to fall for something like that. I could lose him."
"Then don't do anything. Just come with me to make sure that things don't get out of control," she said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well there are three of them," she said. "I might not be able to handle all three of them."
"Since when?" I asked laughing.
The next morning I woke up and called Penny first thing. She didn't pick up her phone which told me that she was still asleep. After all of the excitement she'd had the previous day at the amusement park, I'd kind of expected her to sleep in. I left a message telling her that I loved her and went to work.
My morning was the same as always. Filing reports, processing invoices and adding details or making minor changes on prints. Near the end of the morning though, my boss called me into the office and asked me if I was any good on Master CAM. I assured him that I was and he gave me a support bracket that had come off of one of our customers machines. That bracket had snapped in two and needed to be replaced. Since those brackets were fairly common and they failed a lot, my boss decided that we should just make them ourselves instead of wasting time and money ordering them from the manufacturer. He wanted me to reverse engineer the bracket and make it a little more beefy and then draw up the blue prints for the new bracket.
I was over the moon. At lunchtime, I went over to the jewelry store in the mall, with my chest stuck out.
Julie, my girlfriend's little sister, came over to see me.
"Hey Greg," she smiled at me. "Do you want to take another look at it or just make another payment?"
"I'm just making a payment," I said. "But with the bonus my boss is going to give me for the job I'm working on, I might be able to pick it up early." Julie just shook her head.
"I hope my stupid sister realizes how lucky she is," she said. I gave her the money and she gave me an updated receipt that showed how much I still owed on the ring. She called her boss over and handed him the money.
"Greg, do you want to just take the ring with you?" he asked. "You only owe me three hundred dollars more."
"Thanks Mr. Burton," I said. "But I haven't actually asked her yet. She might say no."
He just looked at me and laughed. "She'd have to have rocks in her head." He called out to a woman working on the other side of the store. As she came over and looked at us, he started talking to her. "Helena," he said. "If Penny decided not to marry Greg, would you step in for her and marry him?" His daughter looked at me and immediately smiled and nodded her head.
"She'd have to get in line behind me," laughed Julie. I was feeling pretty good when I left the store and headed back to work.
Becky was as good as her word. She went ahead with her stupid plan. She broke up with Jason and I swear I don't understand it. Neither of us were virgins, but Becky was just a slut. That's why they called her "Bucket."
"Bucket," was short for, "Cum Bucket." Becky had gotten a reputation for doing multiple guys at parties and just letting all of them cum in her and on her wherever they wanted. I thought that what she was doing was stupid. Jason had grown up and gone through school with us and he was the one decent guy in town who'd have anything to do with her. He was the only guy I knew who'd tried to look past her reputation and see the real Becky.
Becky is a complicated woman. She can be the most caring and sensitive person in the world. She'd never hurt a fly and she was always volunteering to help out with any cause you'd name. What she really wanted, like me, was to find a man who loved her and settle down so she didn't have to work all of those ten hour shifts waitressing at the diner for less than minimum wage.
But at the same time, Becky is a round heeled slut. She will literally fuck any guy who so much as asks her for some pussy. She doesn't care what they look like. Big or small, black, white or in between, old or young, when Becky gets an itch, all it takes is a dick to scratch it.
We met them at the park near my house. There were lots of secluded areas in the park. It was early in the afternoon because Becky had to work the late shift at the diner and I wanted to be done with this by the time that Greg came home from work.
They pulled up in a beat up pick up that had seen better days. Ronnie was driving and he went right over to Becky. Brett got out and came over to me. I wouldn't speak to him or even look at him.
"So it's going to be like that huh?" he laughed. "Ronnie, she's playing hard to get."
Ronnie wasn't paying him any attention. He was whispering in Becky's ear and she was smiling like it was Christmas. She rubbed the front of his pants and then grabbed him by the arm and led him off into the bushes. The other guy seemed to follow them. I was glad that she'd gotten started quickly. The sooner she got her fix, the sooner I could get away from them. I knew that Becky wouldn't stay with Ronnie for very long. I figured she'd get bored with him and start to miss poor Jason as soon as she got her daily dose of dick.
It took less than a minute before I heard Becky moaning from behind the bushes. "Hey you want to see something?" asked Brett.
"Nope," I said. He held his phone near my face anyway.
"You sure looked like you were having a good time," he said. He flicked from picture to picture. The first few were photos of him and me on the roller coaster the previous day.
The next few showed me with my hands in the air and him with his hands on my boobs. Suddenly, I knew what the third guy was for. As I looked, the next pictures showed Brett with his hand in my panties. Then he showed me a video with the coaster coming down the track close to the exit with Brett fingering me, while I shouted at the top of my lungs that I was cumming.
"Why are you showing me this?" I asked.
"My stupid friend took those pictures with his iPhone," said Brett. "I think I should make him delete them don't you?"
"I'm not giving you any money," I said. "I have an uncle who's a cop. He'll handle this blackmail for me and you and your two stupid friends will go to jail."
"I'm on your side, dummy," he said. "I don't want this to get out any more than you do. And I don't want any money. How much could you actually give me any way? I WAS listening to you, yesterday so I know that you don't even have a job. It's just that if I'm going to stick my neck out and possibly lose a friend, I didn't want to do it for nothing."
"I thought you didn't want any money?" I snapped.
"I didn't say anything about money," he said. "Besides he's probably already uploading it to his Facebook page. Shit, he has over a thousand friends. We only live two towns over. A lot of his friends live around here. You never know who might see it. It only takes one person you know. That person tells a friend. And they tell two friends and the next thing you know, you no longer have a boyfriend."
"What do you want asshole?" I asked.
"A blow job," he said.
"Fuck you," I spat.
"Okay," he said. "But I really would have settled for the blow job. Hey, don't worry about it. It's your choice. These are really good pictures. Maybe we'll put them up on one of those amateur porn sites. You're really a pretty girl. We'll get a lot of hits."
"Let's go," I said.
"Let's go where?" he asked.
"Into the bushes so you can get your blow job," I said. "But give me the phone first. I'll delete the pictures and give it back after we're done."
"Unh uh," he said.
"I'm not going to beg you to do it," I snapped. "Now let's go or just forget it."
"Right here, right now," he said.
"What?" I asked.
"I know you Penny," he said. "You're like me. You get off more on the excitement and the nastiness more than what you're actually doing. You need a thrill. In this case it's going to be the thrill of possibly getting caught. Now get on your fucking knees slut and suck my dick."
I just stared at him. "I'm not..." I began.
"The longer you wait the bigger the chance that someone sees you," he said.
I got down onto my knees and pulled his pants around his ankles. I can't begin to go into how degrading it was to be forced to do something so personal for someone that I hated as much as I hated Brett. At the same time, it only took a few minutes of me looking out of the corners of my eyes and seeing cars come in our direction only to turn off at the entrance to the park for my pussy to start becoming moist. He was right. The chance of getting caught was adding to my excitement. I imagined bringing Greg here and doing something like this.
Brett reached down and pulled my shirt up and started playing with my tits. He flicked my nipples and made it hurt, but it only made me wetter. I was licking his dick and moaning like there was no tomorrow. The next thing I knew, he had stood me up and bent me over the bench we'd been sitting on. He rammed his dick into me and started fucking me."
"No," I said loudly.
"Shut up slut," he spat. "You like it. You're so turned on that my dick went into you until it bottomed out in one thrust. You're looking around like you want someone to see us."
"No, I don't," I whined.
"Then why are you fucking me back?" he asked. And I realized that I was doing just that. I also realized that I was very close to cumming again. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
"No," I said quietly.
"I can't hear you," he said. "I don't want anyone to misunderstand this. They might think I was trying to rape you, I'll stop."
"No," I said louder. "Don't stop, I'm almost there." He slowed down his thrusts and I slammed my ass back against him as hard as I could. I needed to orgasm and I needed it badly.
"Fuck me," I said even louder. "I want you to fuck me." And he did. I wish I could say that it was worth the risk, but it wasn't. Greg and I had checked into motels a few times since we both still lived with our parents and the sex wasn't nearly as good as what I got from Greg. Greg was bigger and far more loving and I didn't feel out of control or degraded with Greg. I also didn't feel that crushing sense of guilt with Greg, because I knew that we belonged together. But that afternoon in the park, it was as if someone lit a fire in my pussy and any guy could have put it out.
"I'm gonna cum, slut," he said. "Do you want me to pull out?"
"Just a little longer," I said. "I'm..."
At that moment I felt him ejaculate inside of me and my vagina started convulsing around him. Every spurt of semen from him resulted in more convulsions and then it shot through me and I lost control and just screamed.
Becky and Ronnie came running out of the bushes adjusting their clothes to see what was going on.
"Damn, girl, I can't believe you fucked him right out in broad daylight," said Becky shaking her head. "What if someone had seen you?"
I started moaning again because just the thought of someone seeing me getting fucked was enough to trigger another small orgasm.
I pulled my skirt down and looked at Brett with venom in my eyes. I snatched the phone and deleted the video and all of the pictures. I handed the phone back to Brett. "Are those the only copies?" I asked.
He just smiled and nodded at me. He pulled his pants up. "That was really good," he said.
"I'm glad you liked it," I spat. "It'll never happen again."
He just started laughing. He and his friends headed back for the truck. As he jumped into the bed of the truck he waved at me and said, "See you tomorrow, Slut."
I gave him the finger and then turned and slapped the shit out of Becky.
"What was that for?" she whined. "It looked like you had a good time."
"Oh, you think me cheating on my future husband was a good time?" I asked loudly. "That asshole blackmailed me. He made me do it."
"Oh, Ronnie didn't blackmail me," said Becky. "He just fucked me."
"I can't believe you fucked those guys willingly," I said.
"What guys?" she asked. "It was only Ronnie."
"Where was the other guy?" I asked.
"I don't know, but he wasn't with us," she said. "I wish he had been. Ronnie is good with his fingers, but size wise he's a little lacking in his pants. I think I'll go back to Jason tomorrow; maybe even tonight. So we don't have to do this again."
We went home. As soon as I got home, I headed for the shower. I must have scrubbed myself inside and out for over an hour and it just seemed like I couldn't get clean. Then I got into my bed and started crying. I swore that I would never do anything like that again. I also blamed Greg for what had happened to me. If he'd gone on the roller coaster with me, none of this would ever have started. Greg knew me better than anyone else. He knew that I loved thrills and chills. If he loved me as much as he claimed, he should have been willing to do it with me. Greg backed out of going on the coasters every chance he got. This was his fault.
As I sat there lost in my thoughts, my revelry was suddenly shattered by the loud slamming of my door. My brain refused to process what was going on. Then as the shock died down, I noticed Julie standing in front of me. Her chest was heaving up and down. I don't know why I'd never noticed that Julie's breasts were at least a size bigger than mine. She was a couple of inches shorter and was smaller than me everywhere except in the bust line. Julie had definitely inherited our mom's incredible figure besides those angelic innocent eyes. My tits were nothing to sneeze at, they were definitely on the larger side, but Julie was clearly bigger still.
"What the fuck is your problem, Julie," I screamed at her. After the morning I'd had, I was in no mood for her shit.
"You fucking whore," she screamed. "How could you be so stupid?"
"Look Julie, if you have something to say, just say it," I spat. "I'm not in the mood for twenty questions."
"Do you know Jason Daniels?" asked Julie.
"Of course I do," I said. "We grew up together. He's Becky's boyfriend. He's a good guy."
"He isn't Becky's boyfriend anymore," said Julie. "He just slapped the shit out of her in the middle of town. She walked up to him and started talking to him in front of the diner she works at. Apparently Becky tried to do that thing she does, where she breaks up with him and then goes and fucks some other guy, one time too many. Jason followed her today and watched her. When the police came to ask him what was going on, Jason spilled his guts. Right there in the street he told them about her fucking some guy in the park. He also claimed that you were there and you did it too. Becky stood up for you. She told them that it wasn't you it was someone else."
"It wasn't me," I lied. "I've been here the whole time." Julie looked at me and just walked out of the room.
A short time later, Becky called me. She was crying and could barely talk. It turned out that the officer had believed Jason's story at least about Becky. Jason didn't have to face any assault charges because the police understood how badly he'd been hurt and because Becky agreed not to file charges against him. It took seeing Jason standing there in the street, crying in front of everyone there, including other men, to make Becky understand how much he loved her. The thing that Becky wanted most of all, she had always had, but was just too stupid to realize it until she'd thrown it away. Becky got charged with public indecency and has to pay a huge fine.
Just hearing that, forced me to realize that I was in the same boat. Bad news travels at the speed of light in a small town. I was sure that sooner or later Greg might hear about all of this. That was when Becky lowered the boom on me. "I'm so sorry," she said. "I tried to cover for you."
"I know Beck," I said. "Thanks."
"What are you thanking me for?" she asked, still crying. "They have a video of you. Jason saw me go into the bushes with Ronnie with his own eyes, so there's no chance for us. For years now, he's heard about me doing what I do. But since he'd never seen it, he loved me enough that the love beat out the doubt. But this time he saw it with his own eyes. He's never going to forgive this Penny. And if Greg ever sees that video, he'll never forgive you."
"Becky, you have to call Ronnie and get him to let me speak to Brett," I said angrily. She quickly pressed a couple of buttons on her phone and switched it to a three way call and added Ronnie to it.
"I want to speak to Brett," I said.
"About what?" asked Ronnie. "What will you give me if I find him for you? He told me how good what you guys did was and maybe I want a little taste too."
"You got your taste from Becky," I said.
"Fat girl pussy is too easy to get," he smirked. "Becky practically raped me. You saw her pull me into the bushes. She likes it. She's too easy. You on the other hand, Brett said that he had to convince you but once he got you started, you were begging him for it. It's always the quiet, hard to get ones..."
"Fuck you," I screamed.
"That's what I want you to do," he smirked. "Besides you're going to get some more of Brett tomorrow anyway. If he can get away from his wife and br..." He stopped talking immediately, realizing that he'd slipped.
For a long time none of us said anything. "Ronnie, call Brett and put him on the phone now, or I swear, I'll give my uncle your number and he's a cop. They're really interested in you over what happened in the park today."
"Bullshit, " he said. "If you rat me out, I'll tell them that you were there too."
"Ronnie, the guy I love and want to marry may find out about this," I said coldly. "I have to make sure that he never sees that tape. I'll pay the fucking fine. I have more than that saved up in my bank account. Do you? Do you and Brett need me following you around and finding out who he's married to and causing problems in his life, like you've caused in ours. How about I just show up at Brett's next MMA fight and tell his wife everything that happened?"
Ronnie snorted at that.
He hung up the phone and ten minutes later Brett called me back.
"What do you want?" he sneered.