Chapter 3: Maybe You Should!

January 29, 1983, Western Suburbs of Chicago, Illinois

"Hi!" Marie exclaimed when she opened the door. "Come in!"

We stepped into the house and took off our coats, hats, and gloves.

"Jenny is here, and we're making hot chocolate," Marie said. "Would you like some?"

"I would," Clara said. "Jonathan?"

"Yes, please."

We followed her to the kitchen, where she introduced her friend Jenny and then added more milk to the pot on the stove.

"Did you decide where to go for dinner?" Marie asked Clara.

"We haven't talked about it, but I was going to suggest Fuddruckers by the Fox Valley Mall."

"What's that?" I asked.

"They serve huge burgers or steak sandwiches and grind their own beef in the restaurant. You can watch through a large plate-glass window. They also bake their buns in the restaurant as well."

"Sounds great," I replied.

"Clara, can we tag along?" Marie asked.

"Jonathan?" Clara inquired, looking at me.

"It's up to you," I replied.

"Then I say 'yes'," Clara said.

A few minutes later, the milk was warm and Clara combined cocoa and sugar with the warm milk in the pot, and after whisking it, she poured it into four mugs. She handed us each a mug, then sat down at the table with us.

"Marie," Clara said, "my parents are home, yours are away, so could we borrow your bed?"

And suddenly, Clara's plan became clear. I had wondered why she wanted to visit Marie, but the answer to that wonder was immediately obvious from Clara's question. I'd assumed there wouldn't be a chance to fool around, and that hadn't bothered me, as I wasn't sure about Clara and I was prepared for this to be our only date. She had designs on me, which was a consideration, but she'd also made the point that she was too young to think about marriage, though she was interested in a boyfriend.

Marie laughed softly, "And the reason you showed up unannounced when you had a date becomes clear!"

That answered a question that had formed in my mind — whether this had been planned in advance. It appeared not to have been, though it wouldn't have mattered to me one way or the other.

"Duh!" Clara exclaimed. "Can we?"

"Will you share?" Marie asked with a smirk.

Clara laughed, "If that's what it takes, I will. Jonathan?"

I absolutely had to tease Clara, and I thought about including Jenny in the teasing, but I knew literally nothing about her and didn't want to upset her.

"Together?" I asked with a goofy smile.

"I'm game if Marie is!" Clara exclaimed. "I told you I'd do anything you wanted! And I mean anything."

"I, uhm, would rather not," Marie said. "It's a private thing. I just want a chance to be with him once more."

"No pressure, Clara," I said quickly.

"Then finish your hot chocolate, and we'll go upstairs!" Clara declared. "Marie can have what's left when I'm done with you!"

The hot chocolate was too warm to down in a couple of gulps, so it was five minutes before Clara and I went up to Marie's room. Clara closed the door and immediately began taking off her clothes, so I followed suit. When we were naked, we embraced and kissed deeply. Clara broke the kiss after a minute, pulled down the comforter on the bed, then grabbed my hand and tugged.

"What would you like?" I asked.

"I'll blow you, then you lick me and fuck me, then Marie can have you, if you're still conscious!"

"I don't think there's much risk of being unconscious, but you're welcome to try!"

"Then turn on your back!"

I did, and Clara wasted no time taking me in her mouth and giving me a very sexy, very pleasurable blowjob. She got me close, then surprised me by releasing me and moving up for a sexy French kiss. After the kiss, she moved down again, but the urgency was gone, allowing Clara to extend the blowjob. She repeated that cycle twice more until I was literally aching to cum. Clara obviously knew that and had dragged it out as long as she could before finally allowing me to cum. I came hard, firing jet after jet into her mouth as she sucked and swirled her tongue around my hypersensitive glans.

When my orgasm had passed, Clara slowly licked me clean, then moved up for a sexy French kiss.

"Best blowjob ever?" she asked smugly.

I chuckled, "It was fantastic," I replied. "But if I say it was 'best', then there's no room for improvement!"

Clara laughed softly, "And you want me to keep practicing and improving?"

"I'm nowhere near as dumb as I look!" I replied with a grin.

"Just think about a future where you can have blowjobs like that any time you want, have access to the tightest pussy available, with a girl who will do literally anything you ask and let you put it anywhere you want, whenever you want!"

"Enticing," I replied. "But relationships are about more than great sex."

"Obviously, but lousy sex would be a turnoff, right?"

"It would certainly make me extremely wary of a relationship," I replied. "And I'd probably break things off if things didn't improve with practice."

"You need to practice with your tongue!" Clara demanded impishly.

"So I'm not good enough?" I asked.

"Practice makes perfect, right? You'll get better every time, just as I will!"

"I shall endeavor to reach the pinnacle of pussy eating!"

"Make me cum, then fuck me for three minutes, then pull out, lick me until I cum, fuck me for three minutes, lick me again, and repeat! It'll last a long time, and I'll have tons of orgasms!"

"I'll see what I can do," I chuckled. "How did you come up with that?"

"Kelly!" Clara declared.

Kelly's idea actually worked well, so despite the very tight fit and Clara's wonderful muscle tone, I managed to cycle five times before I finally came, pumping cum into Clara's spasming pussy, which squeezed me tightly, enhancing the pleasure such that it was almost blinding. I didn't pass out, but the orgasm was tremendous.

"That was awesome!" Clara declared. "And I bet it was awesome for you!"

"It was," I agreed.

"I promised the best!"

And, honestly, I'd have to say she'd delivered on her promise, though I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of telling her that, at least at this point.

"And yet, there's always room for improvement!"

Clara laughed and kissed me, "I suppose you should wash so Marie can have her turn. I'll take a quick shower, and you can take yours after you're with Marie."

"OK," I replied.

We went across the hall, naked, to the bathroom, where Clara got into the shower and rinsed off while I used a washcloth to clean my face and groin. When we finished, the two of us went back to the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched Clara dress, after which she left the room. Two minutes later, Marie came in and shut the door.

"We don't have a ton of time," she said. "Can we do what we did last when we were together? Sixty-nine for a bit, then fuck until you're almost ready to cum, then sixty-nine?"

"I have no objections to that request," I declared.

She quickly undressed, and we got into bed, avoiding the relatively large wet spot Clara had left on the right side of the bed.

"Are you and Clara going to be a couple?" she asked.

"One day at a time," I replied. "This is our first actual date, and the only time we've had to talk was in the car on the way over. Why?"

"Just curious. She wants that, you know."

"I know," I replied. "We'll see where things are after our date tonight. Does that change anything right now?"

"NO WAY!" Marie exclaimed.

She turned, straddled my face, lowered her pussy to my lips, and took my glans into her mouth. We sucked and licked each other until she had cum, then we switched so Marie was underneath me. I pushed into her, she wrapped her legs around my lower back, and we fucked hard. Marie had three orgasms before I felt the urge, so we quickly switched to sixty-nine, and I licked her while she sucked me until I came. Immediately after the last jet, she released me, turned, impaled herself on my still rigid shaft, and bent down to exchange a furious French kiss while she brought herself off by grinding against me.

"That was out of this world," Marie sighed, breathing hard as she stretched out on top of me.

"I very much enjoyed it," I said, squeezing both of her butt cheeks.

"We should probably shower," Marie said. "I'm glad I got to do it with you again!"

"Me, too!"

We got out of bed and went across the hall to the bathroom. This time, I got into the shower as well, and Marie and I enjoyed washing each other. We dried off, and with towels wrapped around us, we walked out of the bathroom.

"Marie, got a sec?" Jenny asked from just down the hall.

I had a pretty good idea of what that conversation would be about, but I continued into the room. I weighed putting on my clothes and decided to wait until Marie came in, which she did about two minutes later.

"Jenny was wondering if she could have a turn," Marie said. "I might have told her how great you are and how huge you are while you and Clara were together."

"Might?" I asked with a grin.

"Did! She's not a virgin, and she's on the Pill. She's eighteen and a Senior. If you aren't interested, she won't be upset, but if you are..."

Jenny was about six inches shorter than I was, with long brown hair. She had a nice figure with large breasts and wide hips and had what might be called a 'farmer's daughter' look — not pretty, like Clara and Marie, but cute.

"What did Clara say?" I asked.

"Jenny said she asked Clara and Clara said it was OK. I'm sure she did. We're all friends."

I considered just how crazy things were and how nearly every time I was with a girl, another girl basically threw herself at me. It had happened with Marie and, more recently, with Jasmine and several girls before them, including, as I thought about it, Clara. As was nearly always the case, I couldn't think of a reason not to, so, of course, I would.

"She's welcome to come in," I said.

"Make it great for her!" Marie declared.

"I'll do my best!"

She left, and Jenny came in and shut the door behind her.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," I replied. "Marie said you were interested in fooling around."

"She and Clara seemed pretty happy, and I decided I wanted to experience for myself what my friends were bragging about."

"I'll do my best to live up to their accolades."

"Can I see it?" she asked.

I nodded, stood up, and dropped the towel on the floor.

"Jesus!" she breathed, then said, "I like to be on top."

"That's fine with me," I replied.

"Then lie on your back!"

I did, lying across the queen-size bed, which let me avoid both wet spots, and Jenny took off her clothes. She got into bed and straddled my waist, then bent down to kiss me. Jenny's lips parted, our tongues touched, and she began flexing her hips, grinding against me while her nipples rubbed my chest. After a few minutes, I felt dampness, and Jenny began sliding along my flaccid shaft.

Soon after she began doing that, I began to harden, and when I was fully erect, Jenny lifted up, grasped my shaft, rubbed my glans along her labia, then held me upright while she slowly impaled herself on me, groaning into my mouth as she did so. When I was fully inside her, Jenny sat up, put her hands on my shoulders, moved so her nipple touched my lips, and began grinding her clit against my pubic bone. I took the hint and sucked her nipple into my mouth and lashed it with my tongue.

Jenny rode me gently for a time but then began moving faster and faster, varying her motions forward and back, up and down, and side to side, until she groaned and her pussy spasmed around my shaft. When her orgasm had passed, she slowed again, and we repeated the cycle until she came. After her second orgasm, she focused on getting me off, which she did, managing to time it so that we came at the same time, much to our mutual delight.

"Damn," she breathed, then shifted and bent down so we could kiss again.

After a bit of kissing, we got out of bed and went to the bathroom for a shower. I'd already had one but did need to rinse off, and I very much enjoyed soaping Jenny's large breasts, which I did from behind. When I washed between her legs, I made sure to rub her clit, and when I went to wash her legs, Jenny grasped my hand and redirected it to her clit. I pressed a finger into her and brought her off once more.

After she'd cum, Jenny turned, kissed me, then dropped to her knees and gave me a nice blowjob, swallowing my cum, before kissing me. We finished our shower, dried off, then went back to the bedroom to put on our clothes.

"I know a dozen girls who'd each give their left ovary for a chance to fuck you," she said as we finished dressing.

"Good to know!" I replied with a grin. "Though I'm not sure Clara would be OK with that."

"Probably not," Jenny agreed. "But if you guys decide not to be a couple, let Marie know, and I'll line 'em up for you, so long as I can have a turn for each girl!"

"Tempting! Very tempting!"

We exchanged a quick kiss, then went downstairs. The girls had a brief private chat, then Clara asked to speak to me, so we went into the other room.

"They're happy! They both would love to see you again! And Kelly would, but she has a boyfriend, so I know that's out."

"It is. What happened was totally unplanned?"

"Yes. She told me this morning her parents were going to be in La Crosse overnight, and because there was no other way we were going to be able to do it, I decided we'd stop in and see if she'd let us use her bed. The rest you know because you were there."

"And you're OK with it?"

"They both asked, and we aren't a couple. Besides, I said I'd do anything, and I meant it."

"Out of curiosity, would that be true if we were a couple or were married?"

"Don't push your luck!" Clara declared.

"I did have to ask," I chuckled.

"Because you're a guy!" she said mirthfully. "Is that something you want?"

"You mean, do I believe in traditional relationships? I think that's the most likely outcome for me, not because I'm religious, but because I feel it's the best option."

"What would it take for you to be my boyfriend?"

"Time," I replied. "I have some things I need to work out before I make any commitments."

"This isn't a complaint, just a question — is it because you want to sleep with other girls?"

"Not specifically, but I want the freedom to develop and explore relationships before I make any commitments to anyone. Will I have sex with other girls? Yes. Is that the reason for saying 'not yet'? No. Does that make sense?"

"You're afraid of being tied down?"

"Not in the sense that it's something I don't want eventually, but I'm twenty and just don't see making what amounts to a lifetime commitment for a few years, at least. And if we were to become an exclusive couple, wouldn't you assume that was the destination?"

"I suppose I would. But that doesn't bother me the way it seems to bother you."

"It's more that I'm cautious. If I'm going to make a lifetime commitment, I need to be absolutely sure that I've made the right decision, and that takes time. Remember, this is only our first real date, so I'd at least like to see you a few times before we have this discussion again. Does that work for you?"

"Well, if I say 'no', that's going to be the end of it, which is not what I want. So, yes, going on a few dates before we discuss this again is fine. I'm glad you want to see me again after today!"

"I'm super busy because of work, school, and homework, but next Saturday would work for me if it works for you."

"Yes! Yes! A thousand times, yes!"

"A single 'yes' will do," I chuckled. "And just so we're on the same page, the following weekend, I have plans. But we'll figure that out next Saturday."

"Do you want me to come into the city? I'm sure my dad will let me borrow the car once he sees you bring me home on time."

"That would be fine. Are you going to want to do anything besides fool around?"

"Is it a problem that I like doing it with you?" Clara asked impishly.

"Not at all, but a relationship is about more than just amazing sex."

"We can do something besides that," Clara said. "I don't want you to feel that's all that it is, just that it's so good that you'll come back for more!"

"You don't have to worry about that!" I replied. "So let's see if we're compatible in other ways and if we want to spend time together besides in bed. Sound good?"

"Sounds good," Clara agreed.

We went back to the kitchen and let Marie and Jenny know we were ready to go, so the four of us left the house together. Dinner at Fuddruckers was great, and the burgers were indeed huge. From there, we dropped Jenny and Marie at Marie's house, then headed to Downers Grove to see the movie. Cat People was interesting and had plenty of nude shots of Nastassja Kinski, a sexy German actress. After the movie, we stopped for ice cream, then I took Clara home, walking her to the door just before 11:00pm, a full hour before her curfew. We exchanged a hug and a quick kiss, and she went inside. I walked back to my car, got in, and headed home.

January 30, 1983, Super Bowl Sunday, Chicago, Illinois

I slept in on Sunday, getting up just before 9:00am. After a shower, I dressed in sweats, then went downstairs to have a light breakfast, knowing I'd be eating quite a bit later in the day.

"Morning!" Bianca exclaimed, coming into the kitchen in a knee-length sleep shirt about five minutes later.

"Morning," I replied. "I'll go to White Hen to get the ice when I finish my breakfast."

"OK. I double-checked, and we have everything we need. Do you have any plans before everyone arrives around 4:00pm?"

"No. I don't need to pick up Violet because Lily is bringing her and will take her home as well."

I finished eating, downed a cup of coffee, then headed to White Hen, where I bought four bags of ice. Back home, I filled the four coolers, and we loaded one of them with beer and pop. The other three coolers were for drinks others would bring. I spent an hour studying for my Monday test, finishing just before the phone rang. I was sure it was Bev, so I went straight up to my room and answered.