Chapter 25: «Le Quattro Stagioni»

October 18, 1996, Rutherford, Ohio

My first reaction was surprise, followed almost immediately by a clear understanding of exactly how I’d gotten myself into this particular predicament. I’d told Winter what it took to keep me centered and balanced, made it exceedingly clear that I was open to the idea of other young women, and even told her about the ‘dose of virgin blood’ which Elyse had said was required for my mental health.

The girl in front of me certainly bore a resemblance to Phoebe Cates in Fast Times at Ridgemont High, but not nearly so much as Winter resembled Jennifer Jason Leigh. She had on a blue jean jacket over a blue and white striped blouse, a red neckerchief, and tight blue jeans. Her hair was draped over her left shoulder, completing the effect from the cafeteria/carrot scene from the movie.

I had a decision to make, and no matter what I decided, I had to take into account how Winter would react. The last thing I wanted to do at this point was upset her. But I still had to ask myself if this was ‘out of control’ or if I was being ‘pimped’ by a girl again. I couldn’t be completely sure, but I strongly suspected that Winter had talked up her experience and that had piqued Vickie’s curiosity.

And, if I was totally honest with myself, Vickie piqued my interest. An opportunity presented itself, one which, assuming Vickie had handled the prerequisites, I was seriously considering. I chuckled at the thought that what I needed was a two-week vacation to some bucolic place where I could clear my mind and get my brains fucked out by nubile young women. None of them would come close to the time I’d had in Japan, nor would any of the girls hold a candle to Sakurako.

That said, I’d met Jodie in Iron Mountain and Winter here, and in both cases the environment and the girl had helped me get on track. Would a second girl help or hurt? I wasn’t sure, but I was certainly willing to entertain the possibility. I needed to ask Vickie a few questions, but with a bit of levity, I could find out, and if necessary, that levity would allow me to let Vickie down easily.

“And just where did you hear about the school?” I asked with a grin.

“From Winter!” Vickie laughed. “Duh!”

“And she knows you’re here?”

“Yes. She told you to have a fun day when you walked her to work, didn’t she?!”

“She did. But the school has a strict admissions exam requirement.”

“I went to the clinic with Winter when she went on the Pill. I got tested that day, too. I even have the paper in my purse to prove it.”

She opened her purse and handed it to me. I unfolded it, saw clean results, and handed it back.

“And which lessons were you interested in?” I asked.

Vickie blushed slightly, looked around then leaned forward a bit and whispered.

“My boobs aren’t big enough for the one thing you did and I don’t want to do it in the back.”

“And how do you propose to pay the tuition?” I asked.

“What?!” she gasped. “Winter didn’t say you charged!”

I grinned, “I don’t. I was pulling your leg. You’re sure you want to enroll?”

Vickie nodded, “After Winter told me about what happened I wanted the same thing! Well, uhm, without it in the back.”

“And if it’s all or nothing?” I asked evenly.

“I, uhm, er, uhm, don’t know.”

I smiled softly, “It’s not required at all. You get to define the lesson plan.”

“Thank you,” she said with a soft sigh of relief.

“Have you had lunch?”

“No.”

“Then let’s go get a bite to eat.”

“At Lou’s? You don’t trust me?”

“Call it a modicum of caution. I don’t want to upset Winter.”

“When I asked if she’d mind, she guessed you might want to check.”

“She guessed correctly.”

We left the motel and walked across the street to Lou’s. Winter saw us, laughed, and waved us to a booth.

I grinned and said, “Now, the lady will have the linguini and white clam sauce, and a Coke with no ice.“

Both girls laughed at the line from the movie.

“He was such a little prick!” Vickie declared. “They totally got that right!”

“The other option was meatball sandwich, medium Coke, and your phone number,” I replied.

“You really know the movie!”

“I really like the 80s teen movies like Sixteen Candles, Pretty in Pink, The Breakfast Club, Risky Business, and Valley Girl. I know lots of quotes, too.”

“What can I get you guys?” Winter asked.

“Chicken sandwich and fries,” Vickie said. “And a Coke.”

“I’ll have the chef’s salad with grilled chicken,” I said. “And soda with lemon.”

“No croutons, right?” Winter asked.

“Right.”

She left and came back a moment later with our drinks. She set them before us then went to wait on other customers.

“So, you know when Linda and Stacy were talking about how long it takes?”

I nodded, “I remember.”

“Was Winter exaggerating?”

“I doubt it,” I replied.

“And the number of times?”

“I doubt that, too. I’d say she told you the truth.”

“Oh.”

I sensed a bit of trepidation, and I wondered if she’d screwed up her courage to come to the door, but now, sitting at lunch, it was, perhaps, seeping away. If Vickie wasn’t completely certain, then there was no way I was going to do what she had asked. Winter had been eager and had shown no reticence. That’s what I would need to see from Vickie before I’d teach her what she wanted to learn.

“You’re from Chicago, right?” she asked.

I nodded, “Yes, but I was born in California and moved to Milford when I was ten. I was there until I graduated High School.”

“When was that?”

“I graduated in 1981.”

“I had relatives who lived in Milford back then. Did you know anyone with the last name Krebs?”

“Sure. Christine and Bernadette were a couple of years ahead of me and their sister Diane was in my grade. I think Bernadette joined the Air Force.”

“She did. She’s a sergeant now. She’s married and has a couple of kids. They’re my second cousins - my grandfather’s oldest brother’s grandkids. How did you know them?”

“They were part of a group of kids who were friends with a guy named Kevin Dugan who I used to play Dungeons & Dragons with when I was in Junior High. What happened to the others?”

“Christine ended up joining the Army. She’s married and has a kid. Diane went to UCLA and got a nursing degree. She’s working at a hospital in Nevada and she’s divorced. Do you still have relatives in Milford?”

“No. My parents moved to Mason, and the rest of my family is either in Mount Healthy or Springdale, or they moved from Ohio. That’s all on my mom’s side. My dad’s side was all in New York, but none of them are living.”

“A house fire or something?”

“No. My dad didn’t marry until he was in his 40s. He was 46 when I was born. He was an only kid and by then his parents had died in a plane crash in the 50s. His grandparents and one Aunt also died in the 50s.”

“What about your brothers and sisters?”

“My sister lives in Chicago with her husband and two kids. My brother lives in my parents’ basement and is basically a complete loser.”

“Winter said you’re a karate instructor.”

“Yes, I am.”

“So you have a black belt?”

“I do.”

“Is it hard?” she asked.

“Not yet!” Winter smirked as she brought our food to the table.

“I, I, meant getting a black belt!” Vickie stammered, blushing.

“It takes a lot of time and a lot of hard work,” I replied, ignoring the teasing. “You have to be dedicated and disciplined.”

Winter checked to see if we needed anything else, and when we said we didn’t, she left and we began eating.

“Do you compete?” Vickie asked.

“No. I’ve had two concussions from accidents and my doctors won’t let me spar for risk of getting post-concussion syndrome.”

“Is that why you have a special diet?”

“No, it’s not related to that directly. I have some kind of metabolic issue which means if I eat too much sugar or too many carbohydrates I run the risk of fainting in stressful situations.”

“Weird.”

“That’s what all the doctors have said, too. But it’s totally controlled by diet, exercise, and sufficient sleep. There’s no cure, per se, but so long as I follow the guidelines the doctors have prescribed, everything is cool.”

“How long have you had this?”

“At least since I was fourteen. It mostly affects me when there’s some kind of shocking news and I have an adrenaline rush, but the wrong kind of surprise could do it, too. And it has to be something pretty significant.”

“How often do you come to Ohio?”

“Only occasionally. My dad comes up to Chicago to see me and the kids, and most of my friends moved to Chicago at one point or another.”

“Really? That’s kind of cool.”

“It’s probably the one thing that has kept me sane for the past fifteen years. Well, as sane as I am.”

“So why pick Rutherford?”

“A recommendation from a friend. It appears to have been an excellent choice.”

Vickie laughed, “Because you got to sleep with ‘Stacy’?”

“That might have been a long-term fantasy from college!”

“And Linda?”

“It’s a preference, like Ginger or Mary Ann.”

“Let me guess - Mary Ann.”

“Exactly. I prefer the girl next door or the farmer’s daughter. She was the latter.”

“And me?”

“As ‘Linda’ or as you?”

“Both.”

“‘Linda’ is Ginger; Vickie is Mary Ann.”

“Then I think I made a mistake dressing like her.”

“No, it’s just a preference. I think you’re sexy.”

“Really? That’s not just a line?”

I grinned, “You asked me to give you sex lessons! I don’t think I NEED a line at this point! Do you?”

She laughed softly, “No!”

“I’ll tell you a secret, if you want. And what I’m going to tell you is true.”

“What’s that?”

I leaned forward and spoke in a low voice, “I love small breasts, and yours are perfect! I can’t wait to get my mouth on them.”

Vickie blushed, shivered, and sucked in her breath.

“You like A-cups?” she asked in a whisper which conveyed intense desire.

“I promise to show you how much! And that’s just the start of what I’ll do with my tongue.”

“Yes...” she hissed.

“Finish your lunch,” I replied.

We both finished our lunch and I took the check to the register. Winter came to take my payment.

“You’re sure this is OK?” I asked.

“Yes. Have fun!”

“Was this your idea or hers?”

“Hers. I might have been a bit enthusiastic in how I described what happened!”

“Well, given she knew everything that we did, I’d say!”

“Are you upset?” Winter asked.

“Not at all. I just don’t want to mess things up with you. It’s going so well!”

Winter smiled, made change, and I handed her a generous tip. I went back to the booth, took Vickie’s hand, and led her out of the restaurant. We walked quickly across the street to the motel, and I used my key to let us into the room. I closed and locked the door behind us, we both kicked off our shoes, and then I took a step to stand close to Vickie.

“I have something to show you,” she said with a smile.

“Oh?”

She nodded and took off her jean jacket. She handed it to me and I hung it on the back of a chair. She unbuttoned her blouse and almost immediately I knew what she was going to show me. I waited and watched as she removed her blouse, socks, and blue jeans and stood before me in a red bikini which was nearly identical to the one Phoebe Cates wore in the movie.

I let out a low whistle and nodded my head in approval, “Beautiful.”

She smiled nervously and blushed slightly, then moved her hands to the front of her bikini top. She unhooked it and let it hang from her shoulders, revealing small, firm breasts capped by red nipples. I stepped forward and took her into my arms and we exchanged a soft, sexy kiss which turned into a French kiss. Our tongues danced and I ran my hands over Vickie’s back and she wrapped her arms around me.

After a minute or so I broke the kiss and lowered my head so I could suck Vickie’s rock-hard nipple into my mouth, She moaned softly and her hand went to the back of my head. I feasted on her breast, sucking, licking, and nipping, then switched to the other breast to do the same. I switched breasts again and slipped my hands inside her bikini bottoms, cupping her tight, firm butt. I switched again, this time drawing down the bikini bottoms and allowing them to fall to around her ankles.

I released her breast and kissed down her stomach, dropping to my knees. I nuzzled her soft black pubic hair, then ran my tongue over her thin labia. Vickie squeaked then moaned when I pressed on her clit with the tip of my tongue. When I took it between my lips and sucked gently, she groaned and reached over to the table to keep her balance. I stood up, picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom. As I laid her on the bed she kicked off the bikini bottoms.

I gently spread her legs and moved between them. I ran the flat of my tongue along her thin labia, then gently probed between them. Vickie bucked and moaned and I felt her hands once again on the back of my head, pulling me against her. I closed my mouth on her labia and slowly pushed my tongue into her extremely tight tunnel, encountering an intact, taut barrier with only minor perforations.

Memories of Becky flooded through my head, giving me serious pause. I swirled my tongue a bit, and sucked gently. I was pretty sure I was going to need lubrication for her first time, and I was sure, and afraid, she might bleed significantly. I pushed those thoughts to the side, and with my tongue and lips, I pleasured her to her first orgasm.

“Oh!” she gasped, then groaned, as seemingly every muscle in her body went tense. She shook hard, groaned again, and then blew out a very long breath.

“More?” she begged.

I was happy to oblige and gave her a second and third orgasm before I lifted my head. I stood up and pondered my course of action. She looked expectantly at me and I smiled, I pulled off my polo shirt, then unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and pushed them and my boxer-briefs down. I stepped out of them, removed my socks, and then got into bed next to Vickie. I kissed her softly.

“You know it might hurt,” I said softly.

She nodded, “Yes. I want to!”

I smiled reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the tube of K-Y Jelly.

“What’s that?”

“Lubricant. It’ll make it easier.”

“Uhm, I’m not on the Pill.”

I hadn’t even thought about birth control, and assumed Winter had told her I’d had a vasectomy.

“I had a vasectomy so I can’t get you pregnant. I assumed Winter had told you.”

“No. She’s on the Pill so it never came up.”

“It’s something you should talk about before you get to this point in the future.”

“I just assumed...”

“You can’t assume. That’s the way to get into trouble.”

“Sorry,” she said nervously.

I kissed her softly, then smiled, “It’s OK.”

I felt the exchange had taken the edge off, so I kissed her again, then lowered my mouth to Vickie’s breast and sucked in her nipple. I didn’t stay long on that breast, moving to the other one, and then kissing down towards her mons. I moved between her legs, pressed my tongue into her, and closed my lips around her clit. Vickie moaned softly as I pleasured her to a fourth orgasm.

I released her, opened the tube of K-Y and squirted some onto my finger. I gently rubbed it along her slit, then got another dollop and rubbed it onto my glans and shaft. I closed the tube, tossed it aside and moved on top of Vickie. I put the tip of my glans against her labia, propped myself on my arms, and leaned down to kiss her softly.

“Wrap your legs around my thighs,” I said softly, and she complied, opening herself more to me.

I kissed her again, then pushed forward. Vickie gasped as my lubricated glans slipped through her slick labia. I waited until she breathed a few times, kissed her again, and looked directly into her eyes. She bit her lip and nodded, her eyes showing a mix of trepidation and desire. I pushed forward firmly and didn’t stop until I burst through her barrier, shredding it and lodging about three inches of my shaft in her extremely tight tunnel.

“Ungh!” she gasped, and a tear formed in each of her eyes.

I held myself steady, knowing that I’d hurt her. This was not going to be a ‘30 to 40 minutes’, and might only be a single orgasm for her, as I didn’t want to do anything that might hurt her even more. One of the tears dripped from her eye and I bent down and caught it with my tongue before it ran onto the pillow. I kissed her other tear duct, sucking in the salty fluid.

“You OK?” I asked softly.

“It hurt so bad,” she whispered. “Just wait.”

I smiled and kissed her and waited. Several heavy breaths later she nodded and I gently pushed forward, her juices and the lubricant allowing me to slowly slide all the way into her. I kissed her again, then lowered myself onto her, putting my head next to hers. I ground my pubic bone against Vickie’s clit, eliciting a moan and causing her breathing to quicken. I moved so my lips were just above hers, and kissed her softly. Her lips parted and our tongues met, beginning a slow dance.

Simple clitoral pressure was enough to give Vickie an orgasm that I could only describe as gentle. I felt muscle spasms all along my shaft, making her already tight tunnel even tighter. Vickie moved her hips a bit, trying to increase the pressure, and I took that as license to move. I slowly pulled back, then gently pushed forward until I was once again completely inside her.

“Feel better?” I asked.

She smiled, “Yes. Do that again.”

I complied and the smile grew, communicating that I could continue my slow, gentle thrusts.

“Do you like it?” she whispered.

“Very much!” I replied, and leaned down to kiss her.

As I worked to give Vickie a second orgasm, I let my own pleasure build. If she wanted more than gentle lovemaking, it would have to wait for a second time. She began tentatively moving her hips, and the slow steady rhythm brought both of us closer to release. Vickie came first, another gentle orgasm and a minute later, I slid deep and fired jet after jet of cum into her tight, slick, spasming pussy.