Chapter 11

After being crushed by Helena and ghosted by Linda, I redoubled my efforts to find a girlfriend that I could love and cherish and publicly call my own. Thing was, Linda and Helena provided me with proof that girls filled with lust and with an interest in sex of all forms were not just figments of an over-sexed adolescent mind. But where was the one lusty and sex-starved girl willing to make my bed her own? Damn.

Went a few weeks filled with depression and anger, remembering in detail the touch and scent and feel of those two lusty girls but finding nobody who could replace either of them. Sure, I did some simple dating, but all I found was a pool of girls with prurient attitudes and issues and totally clueless about the needs of the average high school guy. I knew there were girls out there with hungry pussies and available bodies and loving mouths, just waiting for a young man to ravish them. Sure, somewhere, but not at my school.

I most sadly dialed down my expectations, rewired my head, and put the word out that I was happy to just hold hands and bask in a girl’s warmth from a safe distance even her parents could appreciate.

Friends found her, a friend of friends, an all-American kind of girl who was nice and straight and a junior just like me.

Denise, a sensible name attached to a sensible girl. Meaning she was straight and upstanding and boring in all the worst ways. Hot and sexy looking in the right sweater and short skirt, but still only for looks. One date night a week, a few walks in the park, time in the library, and nothing more than kisses to show for my efforts. And just to be clear and rude about it, all the lip action took place above the neck.

Fine. I was willing to give this a shot. If nothing else, I reminded myself that such a girl was a virgin, with a tight pussy just waiting for a long fat cock to pump a nightly dose of cum into it. It might take a week or a month or two, but the end results would be worth the effort. Or at least that’s what I kept telling myself. Started dating Denise a few weeks after Easter and before the end of the school year she was holding my hand during lunch. Whoopee for me.

Sorry about the sarcasm but it really was a tough thing to get used to. All my efforts to tear up the racetrack and make some mileage with the girl just went nowhere. Fine. I slowed down but didn’t lower my expectations so much as give them more time.

Then summer hit. While I gave my “girlfriend” plenty of chances to show her love for me, all I got was glacial frosting without any cake. I blame that for what happened over the following few months.

The summer provided me with three separate roles to play, three different girls/women, and before you condemn me, consider this: Any one of them could have been enough. If any one of the girls, from Helena to Linda to any of these other three examples of feminine flesh had kissed me and promised to love me forever, I would have fallen into their arms and given them everything. But of course, following my history of hitting foul-balls on every pitch, I was given up as a loser by each. Three different very beautiful examples of the female form were within my reach over that summer, and in their own choosing they each chose to walk away.

Yes, of course one of my summer romances was Denise. She was my so-called girlfriend, and every weekend we’d go out. Do something, hold hands, smile and kiss, return to our respective homes. End of story. That was one girl.

Now to number two.

And just to be clear, I knew that even looking at another girl while publicly “dating” Denise was and continues to be unacceptable. My extracurricular activities with the other two girls/women automatically branded me as an asshole. But the circumstances were so unusual, and Denise so barren of what I knew any and every girl could offer a boy, that even looking back on my actions I have and hold no regret.

So, school out and summer at hand, I’d landed a very part-time job cleaning up and doing inventory/stocking for an auto parts warehouse. Could have gotten a much better job if I’d known more about computers, which is why I signed on to a couple of four-week summer courses at my high school. Only a few credits each but teaching the intro and then more in depth lessons on Microsoft Office.

It looked to be a long boring summer, but a friend had loaned me his truck to use. I had a couple of basic auto repair classes behind me (thus the auto parts work) and we did a trade. I’d tune the thing and do other basics and he’d loan it out whenever he didn’t need it. The thing was old, a big old stick shift with running boards and just a single long seat up front. It even had a carburetor, something my auto repair teacher gave me a few tips on cleaning. I saw it as a summer-time hobby with the power to get me around town without having to depend on my little motorcycle or parents’ sedans. Made me happy.

It was actually because of the truck that I had my first adventure of the summer with girl number two. The owner of the truck was willing to spring for parts and I’d gone to a local parts place for something the warehouse I worked at didn’t have around. It was getting to be dusk, an early summer evening, and just as I exited the store I saw a girl from school cutting across the parking lot. Didn’t know her all that well, really only knew her name, but something in me called out to her and that made all the difference in the world.

“Hey! Annie! How’s it going?”

I thought she’d wave and walk on, but she stopped, looked at me for a long second, and without saying a word walked up to me. Taking a longer look I could see the girl was tired, drooping from physical exhaustion or mental stress or maybe both. Kind of made me regret calling out to her, but I tried to keep up the banter.

“I’m Louis. Had you in geometry last year. You just graduated, right? What’re you doing in this part of town so late? You live around here?”

“Hi. Yeah, I remember you. But, no, don’t live here. Way on the other side of school, just past the crosstown. I think I missed the last bus.”

I groaned inwardly but the nice guy in me put on a smile and I said, “Hey. No need to hoof it. I’ve got a truck on loan. Let me drive you.”

As we clambered into the old truck, I tried to dredge up any memories I had of the girl. I remembered her being a little cynical and maybe a lot sarcastic, always with an attitude when talking about anything, be it school lunches or politics. She was also a little on the heavy side, but that didn’t detract from how the girl’s tits were prominently displayed with a top that showed both cleavage and nipples. I tore my eyes away long enough to pull us out of the parking lot and down a main road. Following Annie’s directions, we talked about school and life, how graduation did nothing for her, and the miseries of being teenagers in a land that really didn’t seem to give a shit.

By the time we arrived at the sad looking apartments Annie had directed me to, I had a much better impression of her and was seriously glad I’d helped her out. She must have sensed my positive vibes because she suddenly asked for another much larger favor.

“Hey. Um, Louis. I know we hardly know each other, but I could really use a favor. It took me all day to ride the bus to [a neighboring town] and I’ve got to do it again in a week, but no way I can do it alone like I did today. Could you give me a ride? Even if all you do is wait for a phone call and pick me up, like at about 3 or so, it would be so much help.”

I inwardly rolled my eyes and groaned, but I also knew that I happened to be free on that particular Saturday. I agreed, but also asked for and received too much added information.

“I guess. Nobody else, like your mother or somebody? What’s going on?”

“No. Not the kind of thing I can talk about with my mom. Let’s just say I’m a girl in trouble and in need of services I don’t want anybody else to know about. I’m telling you that only because you’ll figure it out when you pick me up. It means a lot to me.”

The school idiot could have worked that puzzle out and I cursed all the boys, myself included, who were able to walk away from sex and wayward sperm without any sense of responsibility. I shook my head, told Annie not to worry about me spreading rumors, and even went so far as to offer to drive her to the scheduled “procedure” and wait around to drive her back. Given all the screwing around I’d done in my short life, it was the least I could do.

Was I a nice guy? Kind of, doing something for a girl who wasn’t more than a bare acquaintance. But I also knew right then and there that Annie’s prominent chest and short dress and pretty face had something to do with my offer of assistance. Just a few months before I’d taken a classmate out on a cheap valentines date, talked her into sucking my dick in the back seat while I felt up her ass and tits. She did good but I felt cheated when she refused to roll over and let me go wild between her legs. Never called the girl for a second date. I’m sure she thought me a real jerk. Crazy thing is that a couple months after that I met Denise. Should have stayed with that first girl, but my head was still full of memories of Helena. Such was my luck.

Back in the truck, Annie seemed to think my offer of help was real special, giving me a real smile and saying, “Thanks Louis. We hardly know each other and you’ve already done more for me than half my friends.”

She paused and looked at me, as though waiting for something other than the quick “de nada” I threw out with a smile. Annie looked around and then said, “Tell you what. Pull around back. Down that road over there. Head behind the buildings to a storage area. Drop me off there.”

I played stupid, which I honestly was, and we wound up in a dark area next to some giant garbage dumpsters. Let me tell you I was taken totally by surprise when Annie reached her hand out to rub the bulge in my pants, expertly thumb the tip of my cock through my jeans, and then gave me the offer of a lifetime.

“That damn thing has been there since we got into this old truck of yours. Leaking like hell. Seems to be the something all boys suffer from. Not my problem, but I think in this case I can help you out. Why don’t you release him and I’ll give you a little help. You okay with that?”

Stupid me nodded even while my hands were undoing my belt and zipper. In less time than it takes to write this Annie had leaned over and sucked in the top portion of my throbbing cock. She pushed back when I tried to push her head down but moaned in pleasure when my hands moved to massage her chest. I had a good time playing with the girl’s breasts, doing my best to thrum her nipples and give a gentle massage to her feminine mounds of flesh. Yet I was also being given the blowjob of a lifetime, and only five minutes of having Annie devote her lips and tongue to the top half of my dick I could feel my balls coming to a boil. I warned her that I was going to cum but that only made her suck faster, her tongue doing amazing things to the underside of my dick.

My groan of completion could have been heard down the block. Annie gave out a muffled groan of her own but her mouth never left my lap. The girl gave me a blowjob that could have rivaled the eye-rolling skills of Helena. Her hands milking my balls, tongue wrapped around my cock, and mouth sucking me dry as long hard jets of cum were forced down her throat. Even as my hard spurts of cum lessened to a slow dribble, Annie continued with the sucking and tonguing of my cock, swallowing every drop and even going balls deep a couple of times for good measure. My brain was wracked with pleasure, my thoughts torn between love for what she had done and regret for not having asked her out a year before.

Annie finally finished in her labors, laying her head down in my lap, mouth gasping for breath but her one hand never loosening its grip on the trunk of my somewhat softened cock. I wasn’t in much better shape, my head still lost in the haze of post-orgasmic bliss.

“Damn. Annie. That was wonderful. You didn’t have to do that for me.”

My hands had pulled out from under her top, one resting lightly on her head, the other remaining deep within her thighs. Out of bad habit my fingers had pulled up her skirt, first massaging her cheek before pushing under her panties. Even as she finished with a last few sucks and swallows, my fingers had delved deep into the warm and wet flesh between her thighs.

As she pulled off my drained cock and rested her head on my legs, I redoubled my effort at diddling the girl’s clit, hoping she’d throw a leg over my lap and ride me to another but mutual happy ending. I felt her wetness, wonderfully warm and wet flesh enveloping my fingers, and my cock responded appropriately. Annie even gave a small moan of pleasure, but then rolled her head back and forth.

“Sorry Louis, but I’ve got to call it a day. Nice to know you’re interested, but swallowing that load you just pumped into me took more energy than you might think.”

Annie sat up, casually removing my hand from between her thighs, straightening her top, and opening the door. She was nice enough to lean over for a kiss to my cheek before slipping out into the dark, leaving me and my half-hard if happy dick without a warm place to bed down within for the night.

Summer school started back up, just the mornings though, computer stuff filling my head before I took off for a few hours of afternoon work at the warehouse. It was all interesting, but a part of my brain remained focused on what Annie had been able to do with her mouth. Made me think of how she compared to Helena. I whacked off nightly to thoughts of her breasts and the feel of her wet lower lips, all the time hoping she would call and invite me over for an early breakfast.

She did call, but only to remind me of our date on Saturday. That came up quickly enough, and while it really didn’t take that much time, the memory of receiving Annie in the waiting room and walking her to the truck and then helping her up the stairs to her apartment remain with me. It was terrible to know what she had gone through. Her face throughout, driving there and back, was one of anguish. I could tell that the physical scar would never approach that of the one building and made permanent deep within her mind, and I resolved to be more kind and generous to the girls I met in the future.

Spoiler alert: Bullshit.

Let’s push the bad stuff aside. Annie could barely walk, perhaps from the “procedure” and perhaps more from the drugs she was on. I helped her up the stairs and to her apartment where I found her sister waiting. Alice was young, soon to be only a sophomore at our shared high school, not that I remembered ever seeing her around.

Alice disappeared into a bedroom with Annie and I hung out in the kitchen/dining room/front room for five minutes, feeling useless and wondering if I should just leave. Alice finally reappeared and actually apologized for ignoring me. We talked a bit and I volunteered to walk with her to a pharmacy just down the street for some of Annie’s medications. From there I offered to buy Alice an early dinner at a drive-thru and then walked back to the apartment.

Two things here. First is that Alice was a fun girl and I really think we connected. She was bubbly, fun in a grounded way and not nearly as sarcastic as Annie could be on a good day. Alice had opinions but didn’t take anything too seriously, either. She volunteered the view that while none of what she thought impacted real life one bit, she also said that once she had the right to vote, drink, and drive, she’d make use of her newly provided powers to raise some hell and give a middle finger to the status quo. For my part, I was pleasantly surprised the girl know how to use the term “status quo.”

Second thing, and I know you’re going to roll your eyes at this, but the girl was hot. Annie was fine, and obviously talented in ways boys care about, but she was also a little on the heavy side. Alice looked a lot like Annie, with long black hair and light brown skin, but more lithe, her chest and ass being perfectly outlined by a tight high-cut top and pair of fitted low-rider jeans. I very happily walked behind her as we headed up the stairs back to the apartment, the girl’s lower lips showing a definite indentation along with both ass cheeks. I had no doubt she knew exactly what was going on.

Got back to the apartment and even in the bright late afternoon sun Alice saw a light on in the kitchen. She did a quick peek through the window and stepped back.

“Damn. Mom’s here. We weren’t counting on that. Doesn’t happen all that often, you know? Annie’s safe. She can claim being sick with something, but no way I want to face her. Let’s go back.”

I again followed, though somewhat mystified, but found myself smiling again when Alice turned and said, “Got twenty bucks? I know how to score us a bottle of wine.”

Twenty was a lot for a bottle of wine, but if it included the company of Alice, I was more than willing to throw my money to the wind. We drove the truck to a corner liquor store and Alice put the money on the counter, held up a box of chocolate covered raisins while staring into the counter guy’s unfazed eyes. She then led me out, not a word ever being said. A minute later we went behind the store and there, behind a trash can by a service door, was a twist-off bottle of flavored and sweetened wine.

Alice picked the bottle up, checked the contents, broke the seal, and took a swallow.

“Not my favorite, but they only put out what they have too much of. Has the same effect. Come on. I’ll show you a place out by the river where we can finish this off in peace.”

I dutifully followed and did as instructed. It took three different tries to find a quiet and deserted spot. Sitting in the front seat and watching the sky darken, we passed the bottle back and forth. Asshole and lascivious male teen that I was, I made sure to take small sips in comparison to Alice’s full on swallows of the sweet but powerful grape juice. We talked, about a lot of things, but what stood out in my mind was her reason why having a mom in the kitchen was so odd.

“Mom. Damn. She’s got her own life. Annie and me are pretty much on our own. Sure, she helps with rent, but she’s pretty much just responsible for paying the basic bills, like phone and gas and stuff. As long as we don’t bother her, we do okay. Weird that she shows up today of all days. Normally waits until the end of the month to do her mommy check. Otherwise she’s at her boyfriend’s or work.”

“So no mom? No parents?”

I held back from asking a thousand other questions or sounding judgmental, feeling that Alice had heard it all before. She waved the near-empty bottle at me, saying only that her mom figured the girls to be old enough to deal with life on their own.

“Sounds sweet. No parents, on your own, but you two must work. Can’t be easy going to school and working to pay the rent. That can’t be cheap.”

“Yeah, well, work is what you make it, and rent is easier to make than you may think. All depends on personal sacrifice.”

That sounded vague and mysterious, but my mind was focused on how my hand had reached out to hold her hand, and as Alice spoke, she grasped my hand tight, pulled it to her exposed belly, and asked what seems to always be on a girl’s mind.

“You in a relationship, Louis? Girlfriend or anything?”

I shook my head, blurring out inconvenient truths.

“How about with Annie. You tight with her?”

I again shook my head, but some bit of wisdom told me to admit to my past and I heard myself say, “No. We hardly know each other, but she did bless me with a very deep and meaningful kiss to my cheek just last week. I am hoping to French her before Christmas.”

That made Alice laugh and raising my hand to her lips she kissed my fingers.

“Good one, Louis. Yeah. Annie told me. You’re lucky, you know? She doesn’t care for going down on a guy, but she knows what guys like so she’s gotten good at it. I’ve seen her in action, like going all the way down and staying there until the guy’s cojone’s are dry and his manhood shriveled. My sister’s throat got the talent, but she’d still rather not. Me too. A hand job may be messy but blowing a guy is definitely not on my top hundred things to do in bed.”

Annie’s eye’s shone in the darkened cab of the truck but it was her mouth that beckoned. Her unasked for information had hardened me, both cock and mind, intent on only one thing.

I heard myself whisper some stupid line, like, “No need to face your mother tonight. Just come by my place. I’ll slip you in the back door and we’ll make a night of it.”

Stupid, but my soft kisses to Alice’s much softer lips elicited only return kisses and a hand around my head, pulling me in, her own voice and meaning filling my oversexed brain.

“No. Gotta go back. Annie needs her meds for tomorrow morning. Might need me tonight. Damn sister told me to be nice to you. Thought it a shit thing to ask, but maybe this could turn out okay. Slip over here, Louis. This way. On the seat. Maybe we can be nice to each other.”

A dozen kisses, two dozen words, but only one meaning. Without ever losing touch with this beautiful young girl, I slipped across the torn and worn seat and pulled her close. She pushed back, confusing me until I saw her unsnap her pants and expertly wiggle out, pushing them down to the floor, her panties in tow, leaving the girl’s most beautiful thighs and well trimmed bush open to my gaze. Thankfully the delicious sight was brief, Alice quickly throwing a knee over my hips, her lower lips pressing into the long hard rod that had come to take over my mind.

Alice ground her crotch into me, further wetting my own leaking dick, but before I could pull her up and fill her obviously needy snatch, Alice loudly whispered, “My tits. Suck my tits.”

Her top was gone in a second and I was blessed with two perfect examples of why there must be a god. High, firm, each like one half of a kid’s football, the girl’s nipples protruding out and begging me to suck them. My lips kissed, then sucked, then devoured each one, my tongue lapping, my teeth lightly teasing her nipples, more aware than with any other girl I’d been with of all the many bumps that covered her small but soft and puffy areolas.

As my mouth made love to Alice, my hands were busy below. One set of fingers felt low, slipping through a soft forest of fur and river of secretions to find her clit. The other hand was busy kneading each of her ass cheeks and assisting her as she ground her crotch against my very frustrated cock. Alice was very wet, her own groans and growls mixed with my moans of desire, and she put up no fight when I finally pulled her ass up with both hands and slowly impaled her on my throbbing length of masculine pride.

The wet warmth of her flesh enveloping my own hard rod was incredible. I wanted to take my time and enjoy a simple fuck. Alice was filling every box in my list for the perfect girlfriend and I wanted to both enjoy her then and know she’d be waiting for me every other day of the year.

Alice had her knees on the seat at either side of my hips and she quickly took over. She started slow and shallow, allowing me to move a hand back within her slit to finger her clit. After a minute of shallow fucking, she lowered herself all the way down, fully impaling her sheath of hot flesh on my throbbing cock. She grunted a few times, kissing my neck while grinding hard into my crotch, but then rose up and began a very fast shallow fuck of the fat hood of my burning rod.

It was incredible sex, everything I wanted sex to be. The beautiful luscious girl, the tits rising and falling before me, the tight suck of her twat as she rose up and down on my crown. It was nasty and wet and noisy and perfect, but it was all going too fast. Meaning that only minutes into Alice sucking my shaft inside of her, I could feel the burn of a rising climax. I so badly wanted to fill this hot little girl with my cum, but not for another hour or two.

I had little say in the matter, and though I tried to slow Alice’s descent into hell, I quickly achieved the ultimate and felt my balls tighten and explode, the burning hood of my cock erupting like a volcano. Her high pitched whines turned into a short shriek as the first jet of cum shot inside of her. I felt her try to pull away, but I held her tight, forcing her round ass down, grinding up with my hips and crushing my balls into her thick and hairy twat.

I groaned, partly in frustration, but also from the joy of knowing Alice and I were linked forever and that wherever she wound up in the world, we’d have this one memory to connect us. More importantly, I felt some joy that wherever she went for the next few days, no small amount of my lusty self would be swimming around inside of her. Mine for the week, no matter what her mother might think.

I was sexually sated, my cock plugging the girl’s hole, a hundred million of my sperm free to swim inside of her warm inner realm. But I was very aware of Alice, still shivering, not from cold but from sexual need. She continued to grind her hips into me, as though hoping my softened dick would rise up and rescue her. I kissed Alice, told her how beautiful she was, but I knew it wasn’t enough.

As with most other guys I’d talked with, I hoped my fingers could fulfill her carnal desire. I pulled her ass up, raising her off my lap and moved my fingers deep around her rear to where I could feel her slit. Just as my cock pulled out my fingers pushed in, giving a shallow fuck to the tight leaking hole that had just taken in a full load of my cum. Resting her head on my shoulder, Alice pushed her ass back, as though trying to fit more of my fingers inside of her, and that’s when my hands felt the round knob of the stick shift.

This was all coincidence. A favor for Annie, driving the truck on that day, meeting Alice, and even the bottle of wine. But it all seemed to come together, and as I finger fucked this hot Latina on my lap, pushing the girl’s gushing and cum-filled snatch onto the rounded knob of the shifting lever seemed only natural. The memory of lusty Linda riding the stick shift on that moonless night a year before filled my head and took over my brain. The demon in me figured that the knob wasn’t much larger than the hood of my cock, and I’d seen smaller girls with bigger cocks and dildos pushed up their holes. Like Linda. So why not Alice?

That all went through my mind in a second and I didn’t hesitate. With a firm grasp on Alice’s naked ass cheeks, I leaned in and down, levering her hips and ass down while forcing the knob of the stick shift to fill her recently vacated hole. She didn’t understand at first, maybe thinking I was still finger fucking her or that my dick had re-charged. Down and up, I totally controlled the fuck. Down and up a couple more times, keeping it shallow, some base deviant part of my head loving the idea of truck fucking this girl.

Then Alice figured it out. Her words loud, telling me to stop, and her hands tried to push up and force me away, but I was caught up in a lust filled fantasy. We were too entangled, my grip on her ass too tight, my upper body strength too overwhelming. She cursed me, then repeated my name a dozen times, and throughout it all I continued with the forced fuck. The fingers of one hand went deep, past the knob I was forcing Alice onto, deep into her thick and very wet folds of flesh until I felt out her clit. It wasn’t the thick nipple like Helena had but felt long and thin, almost making me think I’d forgotten where a girl’s clit was. I just started rubbing, a half-dozen circles over Alice’s clit for every time I forced her down onto the knob.

It was a wild moment, time passing, both of us focused only on the illicit sex we were both participating in. Somewhere in there Alice began to respond, less fighting me and more participation as the girl’s lush twat continued rising and falling on the truck’s penile knob. She began gasping, her head falling to my shoulder, then a groan and I felt her bite my shoulder before a scream filled the cab of the truck.

Alice tightened, taking over the fuck, allowing my fingers more freedom to feel out her twat. I could sure feel the increased wetness, a thick layer of the girl’s secretions flowing over my hands. But then Alice slumped into my body, her muscles giving out and it took all of my strength to hold onto her naked and cum-soaked thighs to keep her from impaling herself on the long arm of the stick-shift. That would have been a disaster and I carefully pulled her up and into my chest, holding Alice like a baby as she moaned and shuddered in my arms. She was perspiring, shivering as though she was freezing, and all I could hear was Alice bringing in deep breaths, each one interspersed with a soft kiss to my neck.

I thought it was all a sexual rush and figured that with Alice kissing my neck I’d be okay with what I’d forced her to do. Then she sat up, the girl’s beautiful tits rising before my eyes.

“You asshole,” she spat out, a soft fist hitting my shoulder. “Damn cowboy. Making me fuck your truck like it was your horse or dog. Glad the damn thing doesn’t have a knot.”