Chapter 10

After being shoved into a ditch by Helena’s mother, my attitude toward life and girls went into a dark nosedive. I was fine with hanging out with others from school, going to games and the occasional party and even out for a weekend date, but it all seemed pointless. Fun, certainly better than sitting home and reading a book, but the loss of Helena from my life really hurt.

I’d mentioned her to some friends, even bragged about the sex with a couple of guys I was close to, but since Helena went to another school nobody else in my crowd had ever met her. A few thought I was making her up and one girl accused me of sexually assaulting an underage kid so I’d just stopped talking about Helena. She was the bright golden light that made up a special if hidden part of my life. And then she was taken away. Made it tough for me to talk it out with others, so I just went on with life as though she had never existed, a dark hole remaining where she used to be.

Life without a girl at my side was tough so I did try to go out with some of the girls at school. Sadly, my dates were nice but also a waste of my very limited supply of money. Other than a goodbye kiss my relationships with girls gave me little to remember or look forward to. I suppose being with Helena had spoiled me. Sure, the sex was incredible, but I also missed her smile and the sound of her voice and, of course, the girl’s golden glow. She had given me a chance to see what life and love and lust could really be like for a young couple, and then I was thrown to the side. It hurt.

Maybe my darkness also affected how I saw and treated girls when we were on a date. I’ll admit to being pushy when alone with a girl, asking if not insisting while also physically feeling out what I’d like to do with and to and inside of the girl. Handsy was the most polite term used to describe me. I once got loudly turned down for a date by a girl who, in front of a half-dozen classmates, said she didn’t feel like getting fingered by a guy who’s had his hands on as many bare asses as I had. That burned, but of course that kind of a reputation for a guy isn’t all that bad.

So, dates, but only as friends. It seemed like a cold and miserable time of year, but on looking back into the darkness, the spring of my junior year held one wonderful bright spot. Just one, and just for one glorious night, but I’ll always remember the girl with fondness and gratitude.

Not a girl but a college coed, and I’m not just bragging here. She had been a classmate of my sister’s though the two went off to different colleges. Not so oddly the girl’s brother happened to be in my same grade, so it was nothing for me to know her by sight and by name. This particular young woman was named Linda, and it was only by chance that she was the center of a lasting memory from just the summer before.

It was just after Trudy had written me off and my days and nights seemed dry and without meaning. I’d dropped by a store for something on my way home one late Saturday night and had seen her with some guy at another register. Walked right behind them and saw them get into the guy’s low two-door coupe. A nice car, a garish yellow, yet just what a guy needed to pick up delicious young women with plenty of storage capacity for cock, balls, and a few dozen ounces of cum. Or so my imagination went. I was envious of the guy, certainly lusting for the hot looking older girl, and wished that such a beauty would someday be holding on to my arm.

I took my time bicycling home, enjoying the late summer night, taking life as best I could, my mind perhaps thinking of all the curves Linda could not hide however conservative her dress. Then I bicycled right past that yellow coupe again, parked on a dark part of the street I knew Linda’s family lived on. Flashing past on my bike, I saw movement, knew something was going on, and being without much in the way of morals, I circled back on foot just to check it all out.

I was expecting to see Linda and her beau kissing, maybe with his hands peeling off her top, perhaps with her tits exposed, or maybe even with her bending over to give the guy head. I was a creep of a high school kid, I admit it, and given how empty much of life seemed to be, I just wanted to have a bit of fun.

Anyway, I made it through the shadows to the back of a tree where I could look over and down into the small car. The scene totally blew my mind. For everything I’d been involved with up to then, from my lusty aunt to the sex-starved Trudy, this was the moment where I couldn’t hold myself back from instant orgasm.

The guy was sitting in the back seat, Linda leaning between the front bucket seats, his hands holding her hair, her head pressed into his lap. They were in the darkest part of the deserted street, but my eyes could pick out enough detail to see that his cock was out and disappearing into Linda’s mouth. Hot, but then I noticed that Linda wasn’t just bobbing her head onto the guy’s dick. Her body was moving, back and forth through the two front seats.

That’s when I noticed Linda’s hips, moving up and down, back and forth. It took a second for it to register, but then I saw that Linda’s knees were on the two front seats, her dress pulled up, her ass rising and falling on the gearshift of the car. My cock went from mildly interested to rock hard and in need of fucking the girl right there.

I could hear the guy moaning, telling Linda to suck, but Linda’s moans were louder, her high pitched whines traveling halfway down the block. Then her completion, pulling her face away from her date’s dick, her head rising to the low roof of the car as she pounded down with her hips, fucking the gearshift of the car for all she was worth. Then her voice broke with what sounded like sobs and gasps for breath before burying her face back into her companion’s lap.

That was such a turn-on, such an incredibly deviant sexual event in my life, that I hauled my dick out from my shorts and beat off behind the tree. Took me all of one minute to hose the side of the tree, covering the trunk with a dozen long spurts of cum. Taking another look around the tree and into the car, I could see that Linda’s hips were a little less active, her head bouncing up and down on the guy’s lap. Then a characteristic groan of male satisfaction before a quiet peace filled the car.

I retraced my steps back to my bike and made it home just before midnight. Woke up and jacked off into the sink around three. Because I was a creep of a lust-fueled high school kid, toward lunch I made up some excuse to see Linda’s brother. He welcomed me in, I asked a couple of nonsense questions about a class we shared, and I hung out until Linda walked out for a late breakfast.

She hardly recognized my existence but it was all I could do not to stare. She was a mess, right out of bed and with no make-up or anything, but in my eyes she was the ultimate in sexiness. Shorts and a loose top and tousled hair, but still giving off a glow that seems standard for most college girls. The nice ass and full tits and cute cheeks with dimples and very fine thighs certainly helped in me making such an assessment. But also in my mind was that the girl had ridden a car to a screaming orgasm just ten hours before, sucked the life from out of her date’s balls, and could do so again anytime she felt like it.

I’d never be able to see or think of Linda again without that image, clear in my mind as though it had been broad daylight. Forever after I thought of the girl, the hot young college coed, as the devil’s daughter. Even with all of my past experience and future endeavors, her orgasming on the stick shift remained my go-to memory for a quick release into the sink, shower, or nearby tree.

That all happened just after the fiasco that was Trudy and before I even met the most beautiful seductress, Helena. But it didn’t end there.

As I mentioned earlier, after Helena life turned to dust. I may have died and turned to dust. It didn’t really matter. Until, with the luck of the Irish behind me, my shop teacher stopped me one afternoon and told me he couldn’t make it to the weekend basketball game. So? He had tickets and wanted me to have them. So what? It was regionals, and all the action was going to be on our home court, and his tickets had seat numbers near the center of the court. Damn!

Didn’t have any particular girl in mind I could take, and by chance, by great good luck, I happened to be biking past Linda’s place where her brother, my good classmate, happened to live. I stopped by to see if he was interested in the game, but he already had a date and I only had two tickets. He’d be in the high bleachers and crushed by the crowd, but with a girl beside him, so the luck was all his.

Then Linda walked into the room, appearing from the kitchen where she’d overheard our conversation. Seemed that she was home on a one-week break and would love to see the game if I didn’t have anyone else to go with. I know with certainty that my face flushed, my dick shriveled, and my voice stuttered when I agreed to pick her up that Friday night. The hot college coed, the girl of all my lusty fantasies, the devil’s daughter with an insatiable pussy and cum so hot she could melt the hardest of cocks, had just walked out and told me she wanted to go on a date with me.

I was lucky to get through a fake nonchalant if stuttered agreement for the date and actually made it out of the house without falling on my face. It took me a few hours to calm down and think it through. Not a date, just driving a friend’s sister to a basketball game and that’s all it was. When I got that through my lizard brain I calmed down, told myself I was just taking a friend to a game, and then blew another few ounces of my DNA into the sink.

When I realized how ludicrous it was, me getting excited about hanging out with the hot college coed whose pussy ate stick shifts for late night snacks, I really did calm down and take it in stride. My parents were themselves taking off for an evening of their own, leaving me with the 20 year old sedan, which made me take the “date” that less seriously. Threw on a home team sweatshirt, made sure I had money for snacks, and took off to pick up Linda.

She was hot. Long curls of blond hair, tits barely held up and hidden by a mere cross of light if colorful fabrics, though she partially hid those two outstanding assets with a light coat. A pair of white slacks outlined her ass beautifully, but I forced myself to stay focused on her radiant green eyes. Damn but she was beautiful young woman. Thank the gods I didn’t have to take her seriously or I would have melted through the floor.

Had a good time. Our team lost but not until the last. My knowledge of basketball was bare at best but I did a pretty good job of slipping in comments about my soccer skills. Got to talk during lull moments, traded thoughts on her majoring in business/marketing and how packaged ramen can sustain a person for a week with just a little imagination.

Also spilled the last half of my coke on my jeans and she gave me a radiant smile when I laughed and pointed out my clumsiness.

While wiping up the mess with napkins I heard myself say, “Damn. Lost it on my pants.”

Without missing a beat, Linda shot back, “Don’t worry Louis. I bet you’ve got a lot more where that came from.”

My slow brain didn’t catch the meaning in that for a full ten seconds, but by then the other team had made another basket. I spent the next half hour wondering what she meant and if I’d misheard or what. Really messed with my head, but it turned out alright.

So, game over, spirits low because we’d lost, and when I suggested we drop by a drive-thru for some fast food Linda declined. In the car, driving toward home, I only jokingly invited her to my place (parents gone!) for a drink.

“All I know how to make are basics, like rum and coke, but we can chill in the back and talk,” I said with a fake nonchalance.

“That sounds good,” Linda said with some enthusiasm. “I can make us a Manhattan. You think your dad’s got vermouth?”

I had no idea what vermouth was but I nodded anyway, trying hard to focus on not swerving into oncoming traffic. I could feel my brain melting at the thought of actually sitting down for a hard drink with Linda, the sultry daughter of the devil himself.

Somehow got home and into the house without tripping over myself. Found some bourbon and some vermouth (?) but no bitters (??). Linda said we could make do with three cherries and extra crushed ice. I pretended to go along with it, sat on the couch and sipped my drink (no way I could finish what was in my glass since I was barely used to drinking beer) and enjoyed some more small talk.

For maybe five minutes. Just light talk. I was surprised at how loose I was, at ease with the hot looking older girl, the college coed, but only because I knew I didn’t have a chance in hell at going anywhere with her. She was just a friend, we were having a good time, so why ruin it?

Until I noticed she laughed at some stupid thing I’d done with her brother, and then realized she’d taken her coat off and was sitting with her perfect breasts being held up and in by a mere two strips of cloth that came off her shoulders and around her back. So fine looking, but the house wasn’t all that warm. Why take off the coat?

So maybe here is where girls will go batshit crazy about how stupid guys are. To me Linda had stopped in for a drink and was hanging out with me and had bared her chest because she 1) wanted to laugh at me and mess with my mind or, 2) was waiting for me to roll her over and fuck her to hell and back.

I’ve actually brought this up with some girls at a couple of parties and the arguments go all over the place. Most high school girls just think high school boys and older men are sexist creeps, though at least they think the high school boys are cute. To me, there on the couch, my brain melting from having to deal with it all, I had nothing to lose. If I acted nice and took her home, I got nothing but regret. If I made a move, tried to be smooth and leaned in for a kiss, all she could do is tell me to get lost and I’d drive her home and have no regrets. Might even be able to get a feel of some part of her very fine body.

Fine. Move on the girl, but how soon? Maybe after another drink, when she’s drunk? Except that neither of us had really downed much of what we had in hand.

I’d done a lot of practicing, getting some smooth lines down in times of need. When the stress was just too much for me, I scooted next to Linda, put a hand on her shoulder and kissed her cheek, saying, “Could you stay over tonight? I know you’re leaving town soon, but I’d love to wake up with you tomorrow morning.”

Smooth. I was so proud of myself. Linda pulled her head back an inch but she didn’t laugh. No, she screamed and jumped up when my glass of bourbon and cherries and stuff tipped onto her lap. I thought I’d put my hand on her thigh, but my clumsiness had gotten the better of me and her crotch wound up soaked with alcohol.

“Fucking shit,” was the answer to my smooth question. She stood before me, arms wide, the crotch of her ass-tight pants dripping with the remnants of what I’d spilled from my glass. In my clumsy confusion, I grabbed a small cloth that was on a side table and did a quick wipe of her pubic area, only to get pushed back by Linda.

“What the hell, Louis?”

I was mortified until she laughed, grabbed the cloth from me and attempted to dry herself off. Then she said the most wonderful thing any girl or woman has ever said to me, ever, in my entire life.

“Jeez, Louis. I knew you wanted to get into my pants, but your moves take the cake. You could give the college guys lessons on how to pull a girl into bed.”

Which could have been all talk, but the fact that Linda chose to laugh and turn disaster into a fun moment made me step in and kiss her on the lips. A soft kiss, no tongue or anything. Then I tried to cover up my move by saying, “What do you think? Wash your pants and stay the night. They should be dry by morning.”

I smiled, and I was sure she was going to shake her head and laugh and push me off and tell me to drive her home. It was a high note, a good way to end the evening, except for the girl’s whiskey-soaked slacks.

And instead of laughing and reaching for her coat, Linda put a hand on my shoulder, kissed me back, and said, “Well, maybe they’ll dry by midnight.”

It was all of ten. I kissed her, with a bit of tongue this time, and led her back toward the laundry area. One of the defining events in my life, just below the time my aunt gave herself to me, was when I was allowed to watch Linda peel her pants off. It was the finest form of striptease, and I know she extended the show just for my benefit. While she was prepping and then lightly scrubbing her pants in the laundry sink, she allowed me to slowly and lovingly remove her panties, my kisses covering her thighs and ass, her light moans telling me I was doing everything right.

When she bent over to put her pants in the drier, I pulled her crotch into my face, collapsing onto the floor and forcing her to sit on me. I pushed one hand up to her chest to knead her firm breasts, another hand pulling down on her hips, holding her down while my tongue sought out the depths of her slit and my mouth and teeth latched onto her clit.

Linda spread her knees, crushing her pussy into my face, riding my tongue and mouth just like she’d ridden that stick shift from many months before. All of my action with girls of my past had been in preparation for that moment. It’s an amazing thing for my face to be enveloped within a girl’s pussy, her lips split by my nose and tongue, her very essence given wholly to me to share and taste and experience. It’s far more personal and trusting than a simple fuck and cum and slap of the ass, and I loved every second of being given Linda’s pussy to smell and taste and explore.

She tasted like most girls, tart and a bit musky and with secretions that seemed to have a mix of textures, as though different parts of her pussy were exuding different liquids. As I sucked on her labia and tongued her hole and nibbled her clit I was also aware of the bourbon, of how my clumsy attempt at making a pass at the girl had turned into my great good luck.

In the middle of my tasting Linda’s liquid sex, I heard her say, more to the room and the universe than to me, “God. You wouldn’t believe how many college guys won’t eat bush. So good. So good.”

Those few words made me nibble and tongue with added intensity. I devoted myself to Linda’s thick lush and very fleshy pussy, hot and wet and in need of everything I could give her. It took at most five minutes for my sucking and nibbling and lapping at Linda’s large clit to bring the girl to the edge. She screamed, then let out a sound like sobbing while moving her twat back and forth over my mouth, grinding her crotch down onto my face. Her thick secretions flowed like a river into my mouth and I was happy to swallow, sucking her clit and loving the scent and taste of her lusty body.

She finally relaxed, leaning against the drier, her gasps for breath indicating the intense physical event we’d just shared. Wiping my face across her splayed thighs, giving each a wet kiss, it was easy to roll her over and climb up Linda’s naked body. Settling my larger form onto hers, I kissed her, giving Linda a taste of her own cum, and she kissed me back, taking my tongue captive and reclaiming all of her precious juices from my mouth.

It was almost by accident that my cock pressed into her open slit and then entered her. Rather than complain, Linda raised her legs and bucked her hips up, forcing her twat to swallow almost my entire length. Looking down into her face, seeing that desire and need had taken her over, I knew I had the girl to use in all the ways I had ever fantasized about. Going for the long game, wanting to make use of Linda while giving her good reason to return for more, I pulled back, giving a few additional shallow fucks of the girl’s cunt before pulling her up and taking her to my room.

Pushing Linda onto my bed, I paused in amazement, hardly believing that such a beautiful young woman was there for my pleasure. The pause allowed me the seconds needed to remove my socks and shirt, but during that time Linda had reached out to take hold of my stiff and throbbing dick.