Chapter 10

David had made a pit stop by atreebut I kept walking, leaving him behind in the darkness of the well forested park. I headed back to the parking lot where I saw Alice and her “date” waiting by the car.Alice ran up and pulled me to the side.

“Where have you been?” she whispered in a hushed voice.

“Ken over there blew his load in like two minutes, but then he asked for, you know, some extra favors. Screw that. Made him happy by showing my tits. Walked off to watch some guys doing donuts on the far side of the park.Lookedfor you two but wound up wandering into a drug deal. Just came back here and yelled our heads off looking for you. What took you so long?”I glancedtothe side, where I saw David walking over to Ken. David was tall, and certainly good looking, but my mind couldn’t wrap itself around the fact that I didn’t even know his last name. The man was responsible for literally filling me, mind and body, his sexual excesses barely being held back by my sopping wet panties, and I had no easy answer for Alice. One thing for sure, don’t admit anything or I’d find myself as the main topic of gossip at school.What could I say? “Um, just, you know, he was real handsy, like all over me, and it took him like forever to finally cum. Guess my fingers aren’t so good at it. Not my kind of skill.”

Lies. Lie until Alice believed it. What else could I do? It was crazy. None of this was supposed to happen, butitsnot really the kind of thing a girl planed for.Alice and I had been window shopping at a strip mall near our homes when the two guys had approached and asked to take us out for dinner. Alice had rolled her eyes and let the men know we weren’t so desperate as to need strangers to buy us burgers and fries. I’d held back a laugh at the diss, but the handsome young men insisted, saying they’d take the us to a nicesit downrestaurant and that all they wanted was some female company.

“Seriously,” said the one with wide shoulders.

“Just didn’t want to eat on our own. There’s a great Chinese place down the road. Join us. We’ll be polite, I promise.”

“Yeah? Asit downplace? That’d be nice,” replied Alice. I thought my friend was giving in a little too quickly. The guys seemed nice and well dressed, but I wasn’t ready to jump into a car with two strangers. I knew that older men, even those only a few years older than my seventeen years, were never happy with just some food and small talk. They always wanted more.

“Um, but we do have homework,” I muttered.

“Don’t mean to be a spoilsport, but how about you just give us your numbers and we’ll think about it.”

“Homework?” repeated the guy named Ken, sounding incredulous that such a thing existed.

“Wait a second. Where do you two go to school?”

“*** High. Just a few blocks that way. Where did you think,” asked Alice with a half scowl.

“Oh, shit,” said the bigger one whose name was David. He threw up his hands and stepped back.

“Didn’t mean to move in on you like that. We really thought you were older. You know, like in college or working or something. We’rereally sorry.”

“Hey,” shot back Alice.

“It’s not like we’re kids or something. May and I are both Seniors and we date and stuff. It’s just that we don’t know you. Can’t just say yes to any creep who follows us around.”

“And I get that,” said David, lowering his hands.

“It’s just that you both look older, like lookingreally fine, and Ken and I just wanted someone to eat and talk with. We’re studying at *** College but working part time and don’t really have the time or means to have steady relationships. Gets lonely sometimes.Sawyou walking here and I had to stop and talk to you. I hope you get that.”

“Oh, sure,” replied Alice.

“Just wait a sec. Let me talk to May.”

Alice had pulled my hand, walking us only a few yards away and behind a large concrete pillar.

“So? What do you think? They seem nice, and Chinese sounds a lot better than what mom is going to throw at me. Youwanna?”I rolled my eyes at the quality of the food that so-called Chinese restaurant could offer, but I held my tongue and focused on what was more important.

“You mean get into a car with two strange guys and hope they don’t spike our food with anything worse than MSG?” I replied, openly showing my skepticism.

“Come on. Just dinner. We’ll call our moms and say we’re going out with some classmates and that we’ll be home before nine. Life is so boring, and these guys look way more interesting than the pimply guys leering at us in the hallways.”

I shrugged, took a third glance at the two very handsome young men who were talking low and to themselves, andactually thoughtit out. I knew the guys would want more, would expect something from us, but I was with Alice and the restaurant wasactually notthat far frommehome. I didn’t look forward to mediocre Chinese food made for bland American palates, but I was bored and decided that hanging out with the two guys wouldn’t hurt anything.

“Yeah. Why not. They seem cool, but only because they go to college. Maybe we could test them with some of our AP history stuff.”

Alice laughed but then put on her serious face. Walking over to where the men werestandingshe said, “So, just to the Chinese place? Sounds good, but we’ve got to get home before 8. You know, curfew, even on weekends. You okay with that?”Absolutely. I quickly found myself sitting in the front seat next to David while Ken shared the back with Alice. The same seating arrangement was followed at the restaurant, the men obviously having made dibs on which girl they wanted to pair with. Even as the talk about school and work and parents and music and life in general included all, it was easy to see that Ken was stricken with Alice.The two were literally like night and day, Ken being dark skinned, similar toand yet totally different from Treyvon, who was thankfully out of sight if not mind. Alice, on the one hand, exhibited all the traits of the famous Alice, as in wonderland, being pert and pretty and with pale white skin and long curly blond hair.Otherwisethe two were both bubbly, with an easy laugh and quick to turn a comment on anything into a joke. Not kidding when I write that Ken was like a black Ken doll, adark skinnedpreppie type from a well-off family. Remindedme a lot of Deanna’sbrother, just more outwardly fun.David was different. Tall and handsome, and nicely built, just the sort of guy I wouldn’t mind staring at across the food court. Yet David wasin some ways also very much like me. A little quiet yet assertive when a point had to be made, and willing to hang back and let someone else talk. I liked his dry wit, the way he used hisclean shavenface to communicate his feelings, and maybe also the way he looked sideways at me, David watching me all through our long drawn out meal.Iactually grewa little nervous and wondered if he minded my obvious Asian descent. Some guys in my past openly appreciated my pert mouth and thin slanted eyes, but I’d also received a ton of hate messages and mean comments about those and other of my features. It was usually the girls who made nasty comments about me being too thin and short, joking about how I should either fall forward with a too-heavy chest or fall back on my rounded ass. I’d learned to ignore them all, finding from experience that girls were just jealous of what good genes and dumb luck had given me in the way of a body most guys really liked.David was tall and kind of big around the shoulders, me looking like alittle butbusty elf in comparison. I was aware that I was kind of short for being 17, my very mature body oftentimes being commented on by passing men inreally rudeand lude ways. Yet David hadn’t said a thing, just giving off a comment about how nice I looked.My mind did a quick review of my appearance, wishing I’d done a little more to my face before leaving the house, then biting my lip at the thought of how the blouse I was wearing did maybe too good a job of showing off my maturing breasts. I knew I’d probably never see these guys again and yet I was still focused on how I appeared and acted. Damn but being a girl was complicated. It was so much easier and more to my mood to wear loose pants and a hoodie.Then came time to leave. My face blushed when David helped me out of my chair but then held my hand, even as he opened the door for me. I noticed that Ken did the same for Alice, and as we walked across the parking lot, it would have been easy for our group to be seen as two loving couples out for the evening.As the car left the parking lot, Ken and Alice again taking the back seat, Irealized David had a destination in mind but hadn’tasked forwhere we lived. Ken and Alice were sitting close together, Ken whispering into Alice’s ear but all I could make out clearly was Alice giggling and short words like “No!” or “No way!” or “Well, maybe.”

I finally found my voice, saying, “Hey, um, we should get home. What do you think, Alice?”David stayed quiet, driving with focus, but putting his hand out to touch my knee. That wasn’t too bad. Ken and Alice whispered a little more before Alice answered with words I really didn’t want to hear.

“It’s okay, May. Just going out to Oak Park. Still in city limits, so your dad won’t go ballistic or anything. Ken grew up in that area. Can you believe it?”Oak Park. A nice family park in the daytime, but not the kind of place a girl would want to be walking alone in the dark. My mind raced with wild thoughts even as my heart speed doubled. Then David moved his hand to pat my thigh saying, “It’s cool. Just going to hang out for a while. I’ll get you home.”

Sounded nice, but it didn’t ease my mind one bit. His words were soft and comforting, but his right hand never left my upper thigh.Damn. I silently cursed Alice, knowing in my gut the girl had set me up. Sure, she seemed the cute and perky and innocent high school teen, but I’d started paying attention to rumors and whispers since school had started and knew myblond hairedfriend to be far less innocentthatshe let on.Alice was always in the mood to gossip, claiming to be a romantic, all giggly about teen love while appearing aghast at the thought of sex before commitment. I’d been forced to admit some degree of intimacy with Jose, breaking down with honest remorse in her arms when my summer-time indiscretions and selfish cowardice had lost me everything. I was able to hide most of my actions from Alice, claiming only that Jose had grown angry at seeing me kiss Steve. It was harder to hide my deep depression and sense of self-loathing from her. In true Alice style, she had immediately tried to hook me up with every loose guy she had a phone number for.That might have been her undoing. Up until then Iactually half-believed herclaim of never having opened her legs to anybody since a senior the previous year had gotten the girl loaded and taken her cherry while she was passed out on the back seat of his car. She supposedly went along with the relationship forall ofa month until she started refusing his demands for sex. Rumors flew but Alice, in her words, drew the line at anything more than a hand-job. Until I admitted my relationship withJoseI’d claimed that mouth-jobs were all I’d ever given up to boy or man. Lies, all of it.While David’s fingers worked their way up my thigh, I remembered how Alice had set me up with a date just a few weeks before. He was a friend of a friend, a recent graduate, and when I refused to even allow the rude jerk a feel of my tits, he admitted that he only went out with me because, 1) Alice was known for always being up for sex before a meal; 2), any friend of Alice probably put out; and, 3) he’d never done it with an Asian chick before.Such a jerk, but he had info on Alice others at school only guessed at. He knew for sure that a friend of his had screwed Alice every week for an entire semester and that even then the friend had to share her with other guys. My date came right out and asked if I was like Alice and only chose guys based on the size of their dicks. I told him that I had no idea what size he was and really didn’t care since I never wanted to see him again. No great loss, whatever his size, but the information on Alice was stored in my brain for future use.I of course challenged Alice the next time I saw her, asking her if my date had been a cast-off from a failed romance in the past, but she stuck to her story about having given the boy’s best friend hand jobs and nothing more. The experience only led to more self-recrimination about how I’d thrown my life and love onto a bonfire. I told Alice tostop withtrying to find me a boyfriend, and though I didn’t return to cutting or baggy black clothing, my scowls in the hallway and quiet sense of despair prevented any other guys from approaching me for anything other than lecture notes.So, there we were, trapped in a car with two older guys, and driving to a park as the sun had begun to set. The entire setup reeked of conspiracy, but I couldn’t then understand how everything had come to be. Only that Alice had pulled me into something I didn’t have the power to remove myself from. In the end, with David’s fingers moving their way up my thigh to my panties, I decided to go along with the game. This looked like one double-date where I might learnsomething more about Alice than she had intended.That turned out to be true, but Alice stillwoundup the winner, finding out far more about me than I’d ever intended anybody to know.Dusk had settled in, the cool fall air making it a perfect time to sit at a picnic table and talk. I saw only two other cars in the parking lot as we pulledinbut their owners seemed to have disappeared. The darkness between the trees that filled the park made it difficult for me to get my bearings, but as she looked around, Alice grabbed my hand and walked me away from where the two young men were talking.Alice pulled me behind a nearby car. Putting her face next to mine she talked low but intently.

“Hey. Listen. Ken wanted to, you know, go for a walk.”

My eyes lit up and I replied with a quick, “Hell no! We don’t know these guys. At least when we do that with somebody at school we know where they live. Don’t do it, Alice, please.”

“No, no. It’s okay. He just wants a, you know,” and mee Alice giggled and pantomimed a quick jerking up and down with me hand.”

“You kidding? A hand job?” I released a low laugh, then asked, “You sure? If I remember right, your last date with Jimmy ended with him spurting his stuff all over your best sweater. Does it really do anything for you?”

“No, not so much, but Ken is nice, and maybe I just need more practice. Justgottaremember that the damn thing shoots where it points.”

I released a knowing chuckle.

“I thought you were thinking of going steady with Jimmy. Won’t this be counted as cheating?”

“You know if I agree to date Jimmy seriously then he’ll want more than just my hands. I’m holding off on that. RightnowI’m just really interested in seeing if big tall college guys are, you know, different from high school boys.”

I faked a laugh, pretending to be scandalized while knowing Alice was herself just putting on an act. Her connection withandinterest in this new guy, Ken, remained clouded, but it was obvious she was setting me up. The scheming skank was going to abandon me in the dark with a much older guy. Alarm bells rang but I didn’t feelto bein any position to do more than pretend giggle and put up some minimal resistance.

“You know if you and Ken take off and do, you know, what you think, then David will want the same. No way he’s just going to sit in the car and talk. And while driving over here, his fingers reached up and rubbed my panties.”

“And I’ll bet you wet the seat. Your fault for wearing such a short skirt. Besides. You’ve done hand jobs before. And didn’t say you’d given your summer-time boyfriend some mouth jobs?”

“And all thanks to you for mentioning that to half the school. Boys still suck their thumbs when they walk past me. Total assholes.”

“Which is a great reason to stick to college guys. No waythey canspread rumors around school about us. Come on. Have some fun. It’s our first time with these guys, so I’m sure they’ll be happy with our hands. And remember to aim sideways when he starts groaning.”

I only slowly followed Alice back to where our “dates” were standing. As we reached the group, Ken pulled Alice down a paved path into the darkness, his hand then lowering to give an affectionate pat to the rear of her skirt.Before I could pull my jaw back into place, Alice turned to me and yelled out, “See you guys in a little while.”

Before I could even attempt to make sense of how a stranger like Ken could be so familiar with Alice’s very pert ass, David reached out for my hand. As he pulled me down a different path, he seemed to know the many conflicting thoughts going through my mind.

“Do you date much, May? Like, do you have a boyfriend?”

“No, not really. Some dates, like going out with different guys, but no realboyfriend.”

“Yeah. Listen. Igetthis must seemreally weirdto you. Ireally onlymeant to take you out to dinner and get to know you. And I mean you, as in just you.Thingis, just talking to you over dinner makes me want to keep seeing you. If this whole thing is too much for you, let me know. I’d be happy just to end the night with a long kiss. Really. Having you kiss me back would sure make my day.”

“This whole thing?” I replied, saying more than I meant to.

“Meaning you know what Alice and Ken are doing. Yeah. Kind of weird. Not what I had in mind when I got up this morning.”

Our walk had led us to a picnic table under the trees, appearing suddenly before us in the dim light of dusk. David pulled my hand up to his lips and kissed each of my fingers before saying, “Then let’s just start with a kiss. May I kiss you, May? You’re so beautiful, so wonderful to have by my side right now. Please let me kiss you.”

The fake romantic lines made me roll my eyes, but without waiting for a reply, David lowered his head and softly touched his lips to mine. The light suction was nice, and with only a touch of his tongue to my lips. I had no interest in kissingbackbut I relaxed and put my hands on David’s shoulders. He moved in for anotherkissbut I turned my head, leaving him free to kiss and tongue my neck, cheek, and ear.I was more than a little surprised to feel myself respond. I found myself melting intothetall stranger, reacting to his soft kisses with feelings no classmate had pulled from me in recent memory. Maybe there was something to high school guys I hated, but more likely it was that David knew what he was doing. I wasn’t interested, didn’t even like it when he tried to kiss my lips, but David had the touch and confidence no classmate of mine had ever shown me.No, this guy was no classmate, no high school kid, but my mind immediately jumped back a couple of months to the last time I’d been with Jose. His kisses were soft, be they to my lips to tits or twat. His voice was soft, his fingers light, and his body delicious in every way. I missed him, ached for him, but because of some bad choices on my part he’d left me crying in the dust. Yeah, my fault, andno classmate had come close to replacing him. Didn’t even think of replacing Jose or everything he’d meant to me. I only dated the last couple of guys at school to keep from totally falling apart or to shut Alice up.Didn’t mean much, to me anyway, and I really wasn’t very nice to my dates. Didn’t even give them a hand-job. I just wasn’t into it.Now there was this older man, maybe about Jose’s age and in his early twenties, bringing out feelings I hadn’t experienced in a long time. No, not love. Fuck that. Nevergoingthere again. But my body was responding and the numb greyness that kept me safe had been pushed aside by other feelings most parents would rather their daughters not know about until their thirties.This all went through my head in a fast second, but upon returning to the real world I found David’s handsrising upunder my blouse, his fingers easily pushing aside my bra before cupping and caressing each of my breasts. It felt good, felt right, the man knowing how to caress and love a girl’stitsin a way high school boys seemed clueless about. The pinch to my nipples shot a bolt of lightning into my crotch, the pain somehow being overridden by the pleasure. It was nice, maybe even very good, but I knew it had to stop. The distance from lips to tits to twat is a lot closer than most girls think and however good it felt, I really didn’t want David to go any further.With a practiced, “Oh! Ohno!,” I pulled one of David’s hands down and away from me chest, then saying, “Don’t. You’re not being nice.”

David didn’t object, but he didn’t remove his other hand from my left breast either. He did, however, take my hand and moved it over to his crotch. I knew in an instant what he wanted. David’s jeans were stretching out, the man’s dick obviously demanding to be released. And as David moved his lips from my neck, he whispered, “May. Please help me out. If you don’t know how, I’ll show you. Please.”

Sopolite, butasking for so much. One more guy asking me to “help” him. Guys needed some new lines. Whatever. I figured that the only way I could find my way back home before curfew was to release this man’s monster and tame it in an effective if not always safe way girls had used for centuries.I lowered both of my hands to David’s crotch, and before I could even begin tounbuckle the man’s belt, David had loosened his belt, unzipped his jeans, and pushed down the ring of fabric that held back the object of his intent. My hands were suddenly filled with a long length of warm flesh, and without even needing to look down, I was able to intuit from years of experience what David’s male member was like.David continued to kiss my face and lips while softly kneading my breasts with one hand. His other hand guided my fingers, trying to show without words what he needed me to do for him. Forget that. I needed no introduction or instruction. My fingers quicklyfeltout the low hanging ball sac, large and hairy and held tight to the base of the man’s penile trunk. Then I felt it again. Damn thing was doubly large, firm, taut with tension and need, and each of the two balls in thesacseemed large enough to pass for golf balls. Reminded me of Treyvon, a memory that caused a sudden tingle in my lower lips.Then the longrise up, me picturing in my mind how David’s cock widened at the middle, curved inwards, and then widened even further as a flaring hood made up the bulbous tip of the length of flesh. It only took a second to work out these basics, David pulling my hands up and downin an attempt toshow me what he needed me to do. I acted on my own and expertly squeezed a drop of lubrication from the slit at the top, using both hands to quickly, I hoped, bring the man to his desired release.I was barely able to reach the fingers of one hand around the trunk of David’s cock, but I really needed both hands to hold and stroke the much wider hood. I wanted to look down and visually take in the live sexual monster, some part of me needing to observe and appreciate the animal I was trying to bring to life. Yet more than that I wanted this to be over, for David to groan and pour out his lust onto the ground and give me a quick kiss of loving thanks before driving me home.

“Kiss it, May. It’s dry. Wet it some. Kiss it.”

Damn. Guys always wanted that. I inwardly groaned but understood his request, reluctantly bending low to give oral blessings to David’s most cherished organ. As I lowered my head to take in the wide tip of David’s throbbing cock, his hands pulled up on me blouse, pullingall ofmy clothing up under my chin, his hands quickly moving to cover andcarressmy breasts.I must admit that I moaned at the feeling, loving how perfectly David touched my breasts, his fingers lightly and expertly sending surges of electricity through my nipples and chest. For just a second, I stopped to appreciate the man’s touch, shuddering with pleasure when David lightly pinched my nipples and then traced his fingers across each breast. The feelings rose to fill my brain and emanated out to make my twat tingle.It was wrong, I knew I was in danger, but my task at hand was now in my mouth. I took a moment to play my tongue through the long slit at the very tip, taking in a drop of the man’s pre-cum, but then set to work. The hood was wide, flaring out beyond the trunk of David’s cock to such an extent that I feared latching my teeth on the back lip of the fat if soft body. No matter. I only needed to moisten these top few inches and get back to jacking the man to completion.After a few sucks and lavishing much saliva around the hood with my tongue, I thought to pull back and take a breath and return to using my hands. Hand jobs were one thing, something girls giggled about after every weekend date, but giving a blowjob, allowing a boy to blow his harsh viscous wad in a girl’s mouth, was serious business. I had done it, more than Alice could ever know, but just at that moment I hoped I could escape from the night’s fun with nothing more than sticky fingers.I tried to pull my mouth back, but one largehand heldme in place. My unintended date pumped his cock deeper into my mouth, David whispering, “Just a little more May. You’re good. Very good. Just suck me down. I’m so close.”

Damn. I would have been angry, thinking the man was demanding more than he had asked for, but my mind was suddenly filled with the realization that while David bent his chest over my head, forcing just a little more of his cock into the back of my mouth, his hands had lowered to my waist. It seemed the guy wanted a whole lot more than a hand job. I flailed with my arms and tried to push against David’s chest, but I could do nothing as he lifted my skirt, fondled my bare ass cheeks, pulled aside my panties, and then pushed his fingers deep within the crevice between my thighs.That’s when I stopped struggling and let out a low moan as David beganfingeringmy clit. It had been a couple of months since a man had gone so far, had done so much, and David knew what he was doing. I found myself resting one knee on the picnic bench, leaning into the table, accepting the portion of cock David continued to pump into my mouth. I moaned again, my body shivering as David’s fingers lightly skimmed my ass and thighs while also making my clitoris scream with pleasure. I like to think that given the chance I would have risen and slapped him, but he had such a tight hold on me I couldn’t move. My struggles got me nowhere, David making good use of my small size and his much greater body weight.

“May. Damn, girl. You know what to do. Such a hot little mouth. You could suck my balls dry in a second, but it feels like you need some loving of your own. Can’t believe how wet that fat pussy of yours is. I’ll take that as a complement. Let me give you what you really need.”

My mind didn’t pick up on David’s meaning until too late, not that it would have changed anything. He lifted his chest up, freeing my head and allowing me the freedom to straighten and draw in a lungful of air. As I enjoyed the crisp evening air and cleared my throat, I felt Davidliftmy leg up and place my second knee onto the bench of the picnic table. This placed my back to David, my elbows resting on the table as Ilooked intothe darkness and gasped for breath. Only a second, a second of true freedom, but my head snapped sideways when I felt David pull my ass up, his hands caressing both cheeks, and then the feel of his fingers pulling the crotch of my panties to the side.I knew what was happening. This had been a favoritemoveof Treyvon’s. Before I could roll sideways or even say no, David had picked me up, lifting me up by my hips and ass. Eachhand heldtight to one ass cheek, and even as I tried to move a knee up to crawl across the table, I felt the fat hood of David’s cock push into me.He missed the first time, his cock pushing through the length of my labia, wetting tip and trunk within my moist valley of flesh and passing over my clit.

I heard myself clearly say, “No, David. Wait,” but in that same moment the man had pulled back and made contact. I can still remember thefeelof the fat tip as it levered my vaginal gate open, moving slow, stretching me out, causing me to groan at the effort of accommodating the man’s physical demands. I mean, I’dplayed with myself a bit since I’d last been with (fucked) a man, but I’d never bothered to make use of the dildo I’d stashed away. David might have been telling the truth in saying I was wet, but it still took some effort on my part as he literally impaled me on his long, hot, and steel hard rod of flesh.I struggled, kicking out with my feet and trying to turn me hips to the side, but the man had a tight hold on my hips. He paused for a second and I thought David was going to put me down, but then I felt the firm push and the feel of his fat cock penetrating well past my vaginal gate. My vagina slowly widened but then snapped shut on the leading few inches of David’s cock. The sudden intrusion of the fat knob of warm flesh caused me to let loose with a loud grunt, followed by a groan at feeling the man fill me. My head and shoulders collapsed onto the hard metal top of the picnic table, my bare breasts barely registering the cool metal as my mind focused on what David was doing inside of me.I heard David saying something about my lush pussy, an old line I’d heard before. My attention was focused on the very real presence of the man’s cock pushing deep within me, his hips forcing my thighs wide as his cock took up ever more room inside of me.