Chapter 3: Becky - Family Freed

A couple of weeks before Sandy moved away, the school’s football coach called and asked if I was interested in becoming the team’s equipment manager. I loved football but my grandmother refused to sign the permission slip (long story for another time) so equipment mule I became, it kind of went along with my title of AV nerd. Maybe I was stupid, but the labels never bothered me. Compared to my parents’ opinion of me, it was a step up.

So, on the first day of school, Becky, a good friend of Sandy’s came up to me. She had to be the shyest person I’d ever known. “Uh ... Hi, I’m Becky, a friend of Sandy’s. She said that I should introduce myself to you when school started.” Her cheeks were so red, I thought she would combust on the spot.

“She said you were a good friend and that I should find you. I’m happy to meet you.” We talked about nothing for a while before I broached to subject, “would you like to grab a burger with me after school?” She stammered out that she would, and we parted ways. Sitting in my car at the What-A-Burger, I found her nice to talk to. Once I got around the protective barrier, she surrounded herself with, even her hair and clothing shouted stay away. The only strange thing was that she kept looking around the car like she was looking for something. When I drove her home, she had me drop her off a block away and walked the rest of the way.

She did agree to a movie date that Saturday---Friday nights were taken by football now---she seemed disappointed that I was to take her to the walk-in, but it just didn’t feel right for a couple of reasons. I didn’t want her to think there was any pressure on her, I know Sandy told her a lot about our dating. But more importantly, was that I wanted her to know that I was proud to have her as my date. She blushed when I told her that her hair was nice after picking her up away from the house. We were early enough to grab a pizza before the movie, and I found out that she was smart, I mean really smart. I’m no genius but could hold my own talking about nerdy stuff, meaning science and technology. She talked about how computers would change the world once they got down to a reasonable size.

At the movie we didn’t go to the balcony where only employees were allowed but sat in the middle of the theatre, she about jumped out of her seat when I took her hand.

After the show, when I dropped her off, she agreed to a second date. “Thanks for a great time. I uh ... really had a good time.” She gave me a quick kiss before jumping out of the car and running off.

The next Saturday was a drive-in date, we spent a long time making out, though it was obvious this was her first time, she learned quickly. She would place my hand on her breast but would tense up after a couple of seconds. Breaking our kissing I looked her in the eye. “Becky, this is not a race, Sandy told me you’ve had a hard time, and I won’t pry into your life. But you are so much more than what you believe yourself to be. You’re smart, smarter than anyone at school, and under the camouflage that you wear, you’re extremely pretty. You deserve better than you give yourself credit for. I’ll help you in any way I can, but you are the only one who can tell the demons to leave you alone.” I spent the evening just holding her as she cried her heart out. She never told me what the problem was, she just clung to me like I was a life preserver in the ocean. It was the most meaningful night of my life.

A couple of days later, I saw the chief of police, who was a friend of my grandfather. “Hi, chief, do you have a minute?”

“Sure Tom, what you need?”

“Do you know the Reynolds family, they have a daughter, Becky?”

“Yeah, tough situation. Her mother is in and out of the hospital on a regular basis. Either she is the clumsiest person on the face of the earth or Karl’s using her as a punching bag. I can’t persuade her to press charges though. I expect I’ll be taking a report on young Becky’s ‘accidents’ any day. Stay clear of the father, he’s bad news, we just can’t get enough on him to put him away.”

“Will do, that answers a lot of questions. Thanks.”

“Are you dating her, she deserves someone good in her life.”

I laughed, “I’m afraid she’s stuck with me for now, but she deserves the best.” The chief just shook his head.

Becky canceled our date for that Saturday but rescheduled it for Sunday, telling me I could pick her up at her house, but to blow the horn and she would come out. My chivalrous side railed against the notion but knowing a little bit about her situation eased my conscious. When she came out, she was a different girl. Gone was the bulky camouflage she used to wall herself off from people. Her hair was styled, and she wore an off-the-shoulder peasant blouse with a fairly tight mid-length skirt and 2-inch heels.

When we got to the drive-in, got our food, and got the speaker hanging on the window. I leaned over to kiss her; she wrapped her arms around me and demonstrated how much she remembered from our first date. After ten or fifteen minutes, we came up for air. “Aren’t you going to put the seats down like Sandy used to brag about?”

“Like I said we are not in a race, we move at your pace. I want our time to mean something ... wait ... Sandy bragged about my car, to who?”

“Only to her closest friends, the ones she knew she could trust, ten or twenty at the most.” She laughed at the expression on my face. “Now are you going to drop these seats, or do I walk home?” the seats were down, and pad rolled out in record time.

I wasn’t surprised to find she didn’t have a bra on as I worked my lips down her neck and down between her surprisingly large breasts. Pulling down her blouse, my lips found a nipple, already rock hard. “Mmmm.” She growled in a low voice. “I never dreamt that I could feel so good.” She pushed away, and almost tore off her blouse before taking my head in her hands and putting me back to work. After a while, my lips started to travel down her chest and stomach, to her displeasure. Taking her hands to join mine, we both gave those succulent globes the honor they deserved, as I paid particular attention to her belly button---an outty---which seemed to be a major arousal spot as her hips rose off the bed. When I was assured, she had the knack of playing with her own breasts, my hand went between her legs---no pantyhose, thank god---but ran into her girdle. Becky sat up, reached into her purse, and pulled out a huge pair of scissors that seemed to be the size of hedge clippers. “I want you to cut that off me. I’ll never wear one of those again.”

Taking the weapon, I gently pushed her back down and motioned for her to return her hands to their previous task, which she did eagerly. My first task was to find the zipper on the side of her skirt, making a big production of slowly removing it as I told her how much I loved to see her body, how it felt to my touch, and how it responded to that touch. Her hands traveled down her body, one hand slipped under the black girdle and the other to her mouth as she sucked on two fingers then began to rub her nipple with her hips still off the bed. This gave me an idea if she wanted to make a ceremony out of the destruction of what I assumed was a symbol of her self-imposed imprisonment. “Keep your hips up.” I ran my hand between her legs, rubbing her mons through the elastic fabric, meeting her hand buried in her jail, she moaned when I massaged the folds of her vulva. “Protect yourself here.” And she gave me a questioning look as I took the scissors and very carefully made my first cut below her hand, going down between her ass cheeks then, pulling the fabric away from her body, I cut up to where her pubic hair stopped. Letting her know that she could lower her hips, I described what I saw. “Your pussy looks fantastic, I can feel the heat radiating off your body, and I can’t wait to taste you.”

She sat up. “You’re going to ... I mean you actually want to ... down there?” my reply was to push her back until she was sitting back and could watch me as I lowered my head to get my first taste. I first licked the inside of her thighs then looked up at her as my tongue came closer to its ultimate target. Her one hand was still trapped under her girdle where she was tugging on her pubic hair while the other was back on her breasts. When my tongue slowly slid up her vagina, she jerked like she was hit with a cattle prod. When my tongue found her clit and drew it between my lips she exploded, grabbing her discarded blouse, and stuffing it into her mouth to muffle a scream. She flooded my face, and I drank it in greedily, I couldn’t get enough, and neither could she. I brought a mouthful of her sweet nectar up to let her taste how good she was, and she drank it with passion. I brought her to two more earth-shattering orgasms before pulling back and slowly cutting away her old life, explaining that she was a new person with unlimited opportunity. Her body was fantastic, but nothing compared to the woman within. I had faith she could accomplish anything she attempted. Once off, she held the garment to her body as I brought her to one last orgasm.

When I moved up to sit beside her, taking her in my arms, she teared up. “Is that it?” She said.

“That’s round one. Was this night memorable?”

“Oh yes, it was so much more than I could ever have hoped for. But what about the other ... What about you?”

I laughed, “I’m sure this night will be the subject of many lonely night sessions in the future. If we go further, it may dilute this memory. Next week we will make a new one. Holding your naked body close to me is enough, for now, knowing that something special happened tonight for both of us. Now, will you put down that stupid girdle and kiss me.” We made out through the credits, dressed, and straightened up the car. We were both silent on the way home, neither wanting to break the magic of the night.

At school the next day, Becky Reynolds was a different person, she was happy, connected with old friends to their great surprise, and started to pay attention in class. After last period, she came to me. She looked so cute blushing when she looked into my eyes. “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

“I don’t think I slept a wink; I just lay there holding my girdle, playing with myself. I must have cum at least two more times.”

“Let’s just say I had to wash out two washcloths before throwing them in the wash.” She looked confused, and I laughed. “You’ll understand this weekend. I liked the old you, but I love the new you. I’m really proud of you.”

“I’m actually pretty proud of myself, mom’s going to take me clothes shopping when I get home. Sandy said you had one of those polaroid cameras, do you think I could borrow it?”

“Sure, I’ve only got two packs of film for it. Will that be enough?”

She thought a moment. “It should be. Thanks.”

The week dragged along until Saturday when I went to pick Becky up. Her mother came out. “Becky will be out in a minute, but I wanted to speak to you first. I don’t know what you’ve done to my Becky...”

“I ... I mean...” She put a finger on my lips, stopping my panic.

“I wanted to thank you; she hasn’t been this happy in years. Please, just don’t hurt her, she’s all I have.”

“Believe me, that I will never do anything to hurt your daughter. I’ll be honest and say I don’t know how long we will be together. Girls seem to outgrow me and move on, but they’ve always been as good friends, forever friends, if you know what I mean.”

A tear came to her eye. “I think I do, and thanks for being honest with me.” She got a big grin. “I do wish I could get the story of that shredded girdle under her pillow. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you.”

I could feel my face catch fire. “I a ... er ... That’s her story to tell. Oh, here she comes now.”

“OK, one last thing before she gets here. She’s been on birth control for a couple of years now, to control menstrual issues, but just be careful.” I didn’t think my face could get any redder until that.

When we got to the drive-in she asked if we could park a couple of rows back, and we quickly set up the car for whatever. I started to get out to hit the concession stand but she stopped me. She brought a basket, but I didn’t think what might be in it. Becky served us up a burger patty---still warm---with apple sauce and corn, we washed it down with cold Dr Pepper and were done before the trailers were over. She wouldn’t let me help clean up but soon we were relaxing with her between my legs, back to me as we waited for everyone to return from their own food run to their cars.

Unofficial drive-in etiquette said that in front of the concession stand was for families, behind it was for couples like us and the back rows were a no man’s land where you didn’t want to know. Also, you didn’t look into other people’s cars. Sometimes though you get a glimpse of some pretty cool stuff. We waited.

Starting slow, I massaged her shoulders, again she had on a peasant blouse that slid easily down her arms, but this time she wore a black bra. Remembering last week, I held off freeing her from the item and started playing with her breasts through the thin material. When I softly pinched a nipple, she groaned, pulled away, and got on her knees in front of me. The windows were pretty well fogged up by now, so it seemed safe to turn on the dome light. “I have been thinking about this night all week and it’s my turn to talk dirty to you.” She peeled off her blouse. “When you first touched my body, I thought I was on fire, then you touched my tits and I wanted to scream for you to do whatever you wanted to me.” She reached around herself and unzipped the tight pants she wore. “Then your mouth found my nipples, I knew I would die if you ever stopped.”

She peeled her pants over her hips and struggled to get them off. I started to go to her rescue, but this was her show. When she finished, she was kneeling there in a sheer black bra and black bikini panties. “When you started kissing your way down my body, I found places I didn’t know I had.” She came to me and started unbuttoning my shirt, removing it she continued. “Then you started with the girdle ritual, and I was so hot I exploded down here.” She slid her hand into her panties and started to finger herself as she reached for my belt. It was difficult one-handed so I held it as she unfastened it and could continue to unzip my fly. “When your tongue found my clit, I totally lost my mind, I had never cum before.” Her hand freed itself and she smoothly removed my pants---guys didn’t have cool underwear back then---her hand found my manhood. “You said you wanted that night to be a singular moment and I thank you for that, but tonight is for us, not just me.” She pulled my dick out of its confinement, stripped off my briefs, and started stroking it. “Whatever this is, I never want it to end.” She leaned down and put my whole cock in her mouth gagging as it went down her throat. Backing off, she continued to stroke and suck. Her whole presentation had my hips lifting up to meet her mouth with me struggling to hold out.

I slid down, pulled her into a 69 position, and moved the thin strip of black material to the side, attacked her clit with my mouth, one finger rubbing her opening. Her moaning on my member didn’t help my control as she started to take me all in again, relaxing her throat to accommodate it. My finger slipped into her wet pussy, and I curled it down to find her G-spot, it must have worked because she screamed again and filled my mouth with her cream. I was right behind her, and I could feel her swallowing my cum as she continued to shove me down her throat. I was still pumping cum when I moved around pulling her to me and kissing her. Our fluids mixing. We collapsed in each other’s arms and caught our breath. A couple of minutes later her hand returned to my now sticky dick, she moved back down and started to clean me up with her mouth, returning it back to attention.

Grabbing her, I positioned her over me and kissed her before making her kneel. Placing the head of my cock at the entrance of her still dripping pussy. “It’s all yours, take all the time you want, and if it hurts stop and start again when you feel it.”

She took my dick and rubbed it over her clit, moaning loudly. “God, I want this cock in my pussy, I want you to fill me till I burst.” She moved me to her entrance and slowly lowered herself, telling me how every inch felt as she lowered herself down. I honestly didn’t know girls talked like that but damn it was hot. It took her at least a minute before I felt her ass connect with my balls, not because she was uncomfortable, but because she just wanted to savor every second. When she hit bottom, she wasn’t quite sure what to do so I grabbed her hips and began moving her back and forth. She was a quick study and was soon grinding away. Then I moved her up and down and she went wild. It’s a good thing I put heavy-duty shocks on, I think the car moved a foot, drive-in etiquette or not, no one could mistake the action in my car. Reaching up I began to play with her tits. “I love having your hands on my boobs.” And sped up.

She couldn’t keep it up for long though so I sat up, wrapped my arms around her, unfastened her bra, removing it as I rolled her over on her back and slowly started to piston in and out, I slid a finger in to join my cock long enough to saturate it then put it to her lips and she devoured it. Time no longer had meaning, we were lost in our passion. She came, I followed, we rested, got something to drink and started again. I know it sounds like bragging, but I know I came at least four times.

We managed to get cleaned up before the movie ended.

On Monday morning the chief came by the house before school. “I got an envelope last night at the house, it had polaroid pictures of Mrs. Reynolds’s bruised body with a typed note explaining how she got the bruises. Along with them were photos of Mr. Reynolds exchanging money and packages with several known mafia enforcers from Miami. We’ve contacted the FBI and should have him in custody by noon.”

“I’m glad to hear that, but why tell me?” “Good for her.” I thought.

“Well, you were asking about the family just the other day and I know you got a polaroid for Christmas.” He shrugged.

“Strange coincidence, huh.”

“Well, I thought I would give you the news.”

Becky was not at school that day or the next. On Tuesday evening, Becky called me. “Could you come over to the house? My mom would like to talk to you.”

Ten minutes later, I was at their front door. “Thanks for coming, come on in.” as soon as she closed the door, she jumped up straddling my waist with her legs, and kissed me.

“For heaven’s sake girl, at least let him get into the house.”

“Mom.” Becky blushed but never relinquished her position. I just shrugged and let Mrs. Reynolds lead the way to the living room. “OK, OK.” She let herself down.

“My husband was just arrested by the FBI and will probably be put away for life, and we all know who we have to thank for that.” Trying to defend myself, she shushed me. “I mean that literally, thank you for saving my daughter and me from that pig. I have no doubt he would have killed me after he started pounding on Becky.” Walking over she sat down next to me and threw her arms around me, kissing me firmly on the lips.

“Now who needs to get a room.” Her daughter laughed.

“Well, I can certainly see why he got you to change, she said blushing.”

“Mom, you don’t know the half of it.”

“Do tell and start with what happened to that stupid new black girdle under your pillow.”

Becky turned red. “You found it.”

“Well yeah, it was sticking halfway out when I brought in your clean clothes. Now spill.” And Becky did, every detail from our first theatre date to our final crashing orgasm the night before. Two hours later Mrs. Reynolds was breathing hard with her hand on my leg. She shook her head to snap out of the trance her daughter had placed on her. “She’s exaggerating. Right?”

Giving her a sheepish grin, I shrugged. “Your daughter has an exceptional memory.” I glared at Becky, “Too good.” We all had a good laugh.

“Well, I need a drink after that, would you guys like an iced tea? We said yes as she rose from the couch. I noticed that there was a wet spot on the leather upholstery where she was sitting.

Becky scooted closer to me. “I need you to do another favor for me.”

“I’m listening,” I said hesitantly.

“My mom deserves a night like I’ve had, at least once in her life. She’s still young and good-looking. Please?”

“Yeah, she’s gorgeous like you, but she’s your mother, and...”

“And nothing, you are my first and I will never forget the memories we created together. I’ll always love you for that. Mom didn’t tell you, but the FBI is putting us in the witness protection program next week. I want her to experience you. I’ve heard stories from all my friends and while they have enjoyed sex, none have had what you seem to bring out in us. I know Sandy felt the same way. Please?”

Her mom came in and set a tray on the coffee table. I stood, walked over to her, and took her hand. “It would seem that your sneaky daughter wants me to take you out. Would you do me the honor of being my date Friday?”

She sat down heavily, “I ... I mean I...” she looked over at her daughter, who walked over, ran her fingers over the wet spot on the couch, and touched them to her mother’s lips, who greedily started to suck her own essence off them.

Becky turned her head, giving me an innocent smile. “My mother would love to be your date and have you fuck her brains out.”

“Becky Reynolds, I’ve never...” she wrapped her arms around her daughter, giving me a shy nod. I sat back on the couch scratching my head.

Friday precisely at five I knocked at their door, Becky answered, opening the door wide. Her mom stood there in a white button-up blouse, a black pencil skirt that came well above her knees, and black three-inch heels. She fidgeted for a moment before spinning around to give me the full view. I gave her my best wolf whistle. Becky kissed me then hugged and kissed her mother. “Have fun, and I expect that you will have to carry her limp body into the house when you’re done.”

“Becky!” We both said in unison then laughed. Opening the door for her, she slid into the passenger side, I was transfixed as her skirt rode up higher showing more leg.

“Mrs. Rey...” I started.

Giggling she stopped me.” Under the circumstances, I think Carol would fit the setting much better. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, it sounds creepy otherwise.”

We drove to Ocala, had a good meal at the Brama Steak house, then headed toward home. “I know Becky’s itinerary has us at the drive-in, but I think I have a better idea. Have you ever been to the submarine races?” I drove through the orange grove to the edge of a lake and parked. “I was planning to bring Becky here on our next date. I’m sorry, was that too much information?”