Chapter 1: A Day of Fun with Holly Quinn

August 1st - August 2nd, 1987

The next day was a Saturday, and I got up early to load Midge up into her matching blue and red striped trailer hitched to the back of my Trans Am.

It was nice to just get in the car and drive again. I hadn’t realized how much I enjoyed driving my car until I had gone without it for a while. Of course, I’m a people person, and with the drive going to be something like eight hours long, I was starting to feel pretty bored and lonely after the first two. I stopped at a rest area and took a leak, then as I was walking out, I collided with this chick who I instantly felt was in a panic.

After we made our apologies, I watched her looking around the side of the building, then she turned and noticed I had seen her do that.

She asked in a southern accent while thumbing the men’s room, “Was there a really big guy with a mustache and a cowboy hat in there?”

I said, “Nope. But if you give me his name, I’ll find him for you.”

“Oh, uh ... Bert ... Bert ... Oh, what did he say his last name was? Bert somethin’,” she said, peering around the other side of the building, then shielding her eyes from the sun as she scanned the rest of the area visually.

“I guess there couldn’t be that many Berts around,” I said, mostly to myself.

I began building up energy for a pulse, then when it was ready, I let it go.

“Found him. Whoops, found two. Nope three. Shit. Bert must be more popular than I thought. Okay. Which is it? Bert Johnson, Lutz, or Ziegelmeyer?”

“Ziegelmeyer!” she said, amazed. “How’d you do that!”

“Just a trick I ... Uh, I hate to tell you this, but he’s already up the road.”

“Shit!” she said, stomping her foot. “He’s taken off with my stuff! The lyin’ son of a bitch!”

Seeing he was still within my range to stop him and it was on my way, I asked her, “Do, you want some help?”

“Thanks, but how could you help me? He drives a big truck, and unless you got a shotgun or know karate, he’d break us both in half. Shit! I knew he’d pull this!”

“Come on. You never know. He might have engine trouble or be pulled over by a trooper.”

“Oh ... Alright. But I’m warning you to keep your hands to yourself. I can take care of myself if needs be.”

When she saw the scowl on my face, she added with a smile, “But I am grateful for the lift.”

I sighed and said, “We better hurry.”

When I led her to my car, she whistled at it and said, “Okay, Bandit. Let’s go get that Smokey.”

I said as I started the engine, “If I wasn’t pulling Midge, we could catch up with him really easy. But the trailer can only safely go about seventy.”

“You sound as if you’ve tried it,” she said just as I put it into gear.

“You’re right,” I said as I pulled out a little faster than you might expect a car with a trailer attached should.

“What’s your Daddy do?” she asked as we pulled out onto the highway.

“Er, business stuff, I guess. He dabbles a lot, stocks, mergers, runs a private financial firm, shit like that. Why?”

“Oh, I just wondered. You gonna follow in his footsteps?”

“I’m not sure. Probably not in the way you’re thinking. I don’t know what I want to do yet.”

“I know what you mean. I’m still trying to figure that one out for myself. Before my daddy died, I thought I wanted to be a singer. But now that I’ve tried it, I guess it was my daddy’s dream, not mine. Oh. My name is Betty Ruth Thompson, by the way.”

“Tim Brandton,” I replied. “Looks like we’re in luck,” I said, nodding towards the truck and cop car along the side of the road.

“Now how did you know he was having trouble? Nobody could have known that. Nobody but God, that is. But you’re not God, are you?” she asked.

It wasn’t a serious question, and she didn’t seem to care if I answered it at all. Betty Ruth believed deeply on the existence of luck, and when something odd happened to her, she apparently didn’t expect there to be an explanation. She already had convinced herself that I hadn’t known, and it was just a coincidence that it had happened like that.

As I had pulled onto the shoulder, she yelled to the cop through the window, “Hey! That’s MY stuff!”

The car wasn’t even at a full stop when she got out, then I watched her ass as it hustled to get to the cop before Bert could.

I helped her convince the cop that he had her stuff, and after scanning Bert, I decided to not give him a hard time about it since he had just got the truck driving job after getting out of the state pen for grand theft auto.

After giving him some motivators to help him clean up his act, I waited patiently as Betty Ruth tried to get him arrested for stealing her forty-three dollars and her small bag of belongings. But Bert claimed he thought she had gone off with another trucker and didn’t know she had left her stuff in his cab. It was a lie, but the cop couldn’t tell for sure, and since Betty Ruth admitted she had gotten everything back, he told her it was pretty much his word against hers.

She didn’t waste any more energy on it, figuring it was just the way her luck had turned. Betty Ruth really believed her life was controlled by her luck, and that it would always take care of her no matter what she did.

As she walked back to the car with her bag over her shoulders, I could sense her indecision about what to do next.

“I don’t mean to impose on your kindness,” she began, “but could you give me a lift to the next town? The officer said he could, but he’s kind of a horse’s ass if you know what I mean. He didn’t even believe me when I told him Bert knew I was goin’ back down to Memphis and he was my ride.”

“Actually, if you want, I can take you the whole way. I’m going there myself to have a little race with a friend of mine.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to trouble you,” she said, getting in. “I mean, I tend to blabber on a lot, and some people don’t care for that much talk on a trip.”

“Believe me when I say it’s no trouble. I think I’d go nuts driving for six more hours by myself. Besides, if I get tired of you, I’ll just kick ya out of the car,” I said with a grin. “You’d still be closer to your destination than you were if just a bit dusty from your landing.”

“Well, I’ll try and keep the conversation interesting then,” she said, rolling up the window as we pulled out.

“What are ya pulling back there? It’s not a horse trailer, and you’re too young and it’s too small for a race car. Let me guess first ... Um ... Shit ... Okay, I give up. Oh, wait. It’s a ... It’s a...”

“Helicopter,” I finally said.

“Bullshit,” she said, turning around in her seat to look back at the trailer again. “It’s not big enough.”

“No, really. It’s not a full size one, but it’s a real helicopter. It’s only a single-seater, but it can fly into tighter places than a regular one can, and it doesn’t cost an arm and a leg to fuel.”

“Say, that’s kind of neat,” she said, slapping my thigh. “You got a nice car and a helicopter to boot. I bet you’re goin’ down to see a girl as much as race your helicopter too.”

“Damn. Yes, I am,” I said, honestly surprised.

“Lucky guess,” she scoffed. “I’m good at making lucky guesses,” she said, yawning.

“If you want to take a nap, that’s cool. As long as you don’t sleep the whole trip that is.”

“Oh, but we haven’t even begu hu hu hum ... Maybe I’ll just take a quickie. I didn’t get much sleep last night with that ape ogling me in the mirror all the time.”

After my eyes glanced into the mirror to see if I could see anything, I grinned back at her when I saw she was teasing me.

She had such interesting dreams, I didn’t bother waking her at ten like she had asked me to. I got a kick out of her dreaming of me picking her up in my helicopter and was kind of disappointed when this big muscle-bound guy her age suddenly replaced my image in the cockpit. She was just starting to get turned on by the copter pilot when she stirred slightly and she went into a deeper sleep.

Betty Ruth’s legs kept catching my attention as I drove. Her tight-fitting shorts really made her ass and legs look hot, and while she wasn’t a Playboy centerfold, she definitely had a nice body.

But other than having her spread her legs apart a little more, I was determined to leave things lay and not attempt to start anything. Betty Ruth wasn’t the least bit interested in me, and I didn’t have to have sex with every girl I met up with. Not that I would refuse if she offered, but I knew that wouldn’t happen.

When I finally did wake her, she awoke with a shriek, then grinned at my startled face.

“Sorry ... You were sleeping so well I didn’t wake you at ten. I’m ready for lunch. Burger King okay with you?”

We got out to stretch our legs at the restaurant, and after we ate inside, I opened the trailer up and showed her Midge. She was very flattering, but she hadn’t been all that impressed. As far as I could tell, Betty Ruth just didn’t get impressed by too many things.

Betty Ruth suddenly announced she needed to use the little girls’ room and said I should fill the tank up as she would probably be a while. I didn’t question her motives and didn’t sense any deceit, so I spent a good ten minutes at the gas station and ten more in the car before going back inside to look for her.

“Holy shit,” I said when I found her talking to the guy from her dream.

I couldn’t believe it. I mean, he wasn’t dressed the same, and he wasn’t all that big in the muscle department, but the face ... the face was exactly as she had imagined it to be.

“Oh, Tim. I want you to meet ... What’s your name anyway?” she asked the guy.

“Kam’s the name, flyin’s my game,” he said smoothly as he almost crushed my hand as we shook.

“Flying? What, airplanes?” I said, nursing my poor hand back into its original shape.

“Helicopters mostly,” he said with energy. “I’m on my way down to Memphis to pick up my new bird.”

“Really?” Betty Ruth said excitedly. “Tim and I are going there too. I bet you need a lift, don’t you,” she offered.

“As a matter of fact, I am. I’ve been waiting here for four hours for my brother in law. Knowing him, he’s gone out drinkin’ again and plum forgot about takin’ me. Where’s about in Memphis are you-all headin’?”

I closed my gaping mouth, then rolled my eyes up, letting Him know I didn’t think it was funny.

I said, “It doesn’t matter. Come on. We have plenty of room ... Uh, you better grab something to eat before we leave, though. I don’t plan on making another stop until we’re there.”

“Well, thank ya sweet thing,” he said to Betty Ruth. “I don’t know what I’d done if you hadn’t come along to save me.”

“You’re welcome,” I said under my breath.

Then I grinned as I made his really tight-fitting jeans feel just a little tighter in the crotch, and almost snickered when he kept taking a higher step every few feet in an attempt to straighten his crotch out.

I wasn’t the least bit surprised when Betty Ruth ended up getting in the back seat with him. After all, as far as she was concerned, he was there because she had wanted it, her luck having provided her with the man she had dreamed of.

I monitored both their thoughts while I drove, and after an hour or so of talking about everything under the sun, Betty Ruth decided to make the first move.

The instant he felt her hand on his thigh, he suddenly awoke to realize she had the hots for him. Up until that moment, he had simply been his normal friendly flirty self. But that was all over now.

I kept my eyes on the road, knowing he was glancing back and forth from the rearview mirror and slipping his hand up her own thigh. I figured if they wanted to have some fun in my car while I drove them to their destination, the least they could do is let me watch.

So I said, “If you two are going to fuck, would you mind taking your shoes off first? The last time I did that in the back seat, I got shoe marks all over the door’s armrests, and then she almost broke the window when I came in her ass.”

I felt both eyes looking at me in the mirror, but I didn’t bother looking back at them.

“Come on. I’m paying for the gas and doing the driving. You can at least give me the satisfaction of listening to you moan and shit. It’s not like I can just climb back there and get into it with you. Someone has to do the driving.”

As Kam slipped his hand against her crotch, he said, “Shit. Just warn us if you pass any coppers. Around here, they like to give tickets for this kind of shit.”

As he had expected, her hand immediately moved to his bulging crotch, and after a good ten minutes of listening to each other’s breathing get faster and deeper, Betty Ruth finally opened his jeans and started jerking him off.

“Ah, yeah. That feels good, “ Kam muttered. “Here, let me...”

“Oh! Mmmm,” was her only reply

Kam said softly, “You really know how to make that feel good.”

Betty Ruth said, “So do you.”

“I know how to make it feel even better, though,” he said, finally sliding down to the floor.

“Oh. Ohh ... OHH!! MMmmmm ... You got a wicked tongue.”

I listened to her gasps and even peeked a few glances through the mirror at her dazed expression while his slurps became noisier and longer. Eventually, he got tired of being cramped on the floor, so Betty Ruth put her back against the wall of the car with her legs spread open while he crouched between them and continued his slurping. The back seat wasn’t that big, but they somehow managed.

Kam impressed me. His tongue had more moves than a conman at a fake charity ball, but the most amazing thing about him was his endurance. He spent over an hour between her legs, and the only reason he stopped was because he had driven Betty Ruth nuts for his cock. Of course, that was the intent, and he wasn’t at all surprised when Betty Ruth started tugging his shirt over his head.

I know the image of clothes being flung into the air after freshly being removed is not something new to you. But I swear they just started tossing item after item after item one after another into the front seat, and there was no way anyone could get undress that fast without ripping some of them.

After hearing the crinkle of a condom wrapper, I caught the moment they first move their mouths over each other’s, then had to take my own cock out while watching them seemingly eat their faces.

The rising of his ass in the mirror caught my eye, and I quickly linked to experience his cock’s penetration. God, she was wet. He had really done a number on her. She was so hot to trot that she kept trying to hump him faster whenever he was pulling back.

But Kam put a stop to that by laying on top of her until her struggles stopped, then slowly humped her until she did it again.

Kam thought of sex as more of an art form than just physical pleasure, and he had never had a shortage of women to practice his art. After getting his fill of just having sex with girls, and then quickly tiring with the three sexual relationships he had with his teachers in high school, Kam started looking for something to make it better, more pleasurable, more rewarding.

So during his senior year in high school, he started experimenting with the girls who threw themselves at him. He tried anal sex, he tried a little bondage, and he even went as far as trying it with a guy once. But his heart wasn’t really interested in anything else but licking and fucking pussy, while also having this really big thing for the sight of his cum on a girl’s chest and mouth.

I grew tired of his slow humps, finding it all too like the ones the twins enjoy. I actually forgot all about them, and it wasn’t until I saw the sign saying West Memphis I realized they hadn’t even cum yet.

“Hey, Kam. If you’re going to do it, man, you better get a move on. We’re in West Memphis now.”

The only reply was a nicely formed moan from Betty Ruth after she awoke from his sudden acceleration.

That moan was followed by another one, then another one louder and longer than the others. Kam started to really pound into her, and I started to feel the car shifting with his lurches, and then was startled by his growl.

Betty Ruth moaned and gasped as Kam’s body slammed into hers, and I could feel every hump through the steering wheel. He drove her to the point of screaming his name as he growled along with her.

As his lurches actually started to hamper my steering, I pulled over and watched him lift her off the seat with each thrust. They both were screaming between lurches, and then Kam suddenly pulled it out, ripped the condom off and spurted his huge load all over her face and tits.

Betty Ruth just laid there as the white seed was sprayed on, having been knocked senseless by her orgasm, and perhaps from the numerous blows the roof given her head.

After Kam’s cock finally finished its hosing, he sat back and looked at her for a few minutes. After wiping a little cum over a bare spot on her neck, he cocked his head while sucking the small amount off his finger like a chef finishing his cake.

He suddenly noticed we weren’t moving, and when he looked over at me, he saw I was studying his work like I understood.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman looking so ... fucked before,” I finally concluded.

He gave me the most enchanting smile before saying, “Thanks, buddy. I aim to please. I don’t suppose you have a...” he said as the towel hit him in the face.

I pulled back on the highway and listened to him chattering away as he cleaned her up and got her to put her clothes back on.

Neither of them even noticed I had taken them to their destinations without having told me where to go. Kam finally asked what I was hauling, and naturally had to check Midge out. At least he was impressed and that meant a lot coming from him. But I still couldn’t help making his hand feel like it had been squeezed to a pulp when we shook before parting company.

Betty Ruth was back to her old chatty self by the time we left Kam at his hotel. Well, not quite her old self.

“You know,” she said, laying her hand on my thigh, “sometimes I forget to say thank you when something lucky happens to me.”

“You’re welcome,” I said as I stopped her hand from sliding up my thigh. “I’d rather hear you sing than feel your hand on my prick.”

“That’s sweet. But you see, I had a dream earlier that told me what I have to do for luck. I thought it was supposed to be Kam, but he didn’t do what my dream showed, and I recognized your little soldier when you had it out. So, could you raise the steering wheel? I don’t think my head will fit.”

“Before you do, could you open the glove compartment and get that little bottle out? Thanks,” I said, taking it from her and unscrewing the top.

I downed the drink, figuring if she was going to give me a blow job, I was going to make sure I would put out more than what Kam did.

“Okay,” I said.

You know what they say. Don’t drink and drive. Well, I should have considered that. While my cum flooded down her throat and I humped her trapped mouth, I guess I swerved a little too much, and just my luck, a cop noticed.

I had just come back to my senses when I noticed the blinking lights quickly catching up with us. And naturally, he happened to be immune to my mental redirection.

Talk about embarrassing. Here I was, a telepathic empath, about to get caught by a policeman with a woman’s head stuck between my legs with my deflating dick in her mouth. If the members of the Cabal ever caught even a whiff of it, I’d never live it down.

I pulled over, and as the cop dismounted his vehicle and walked up, I struggled frantically to help Betty Ruth get her shirt unstuck.

“What the...” the cop said, pulling his glasses down and peering through the glass.

I rolled down the window and said, “I can explain,” not knowing how the hell I could explain it as being anything else but what it was.

“Yeah, right. I’m going to have to write you a ticket for ... Betty Ruth? Is that you?”

“Sam?” she said as she finally pulled free. “Sam Goldwin? I can’t believe it!” she said excitedly.

“Oh brother,” I said as she scrambled over me and leaped into his arms.

After several hot kisses, Sam grasped her by the cheeks and said, “Do you have what I think you have on your breath?”

“Yes, Sam. Just like when we first met,” she said before they kissed even harder.

“Um, kchkchhchmm,” I said, clearing my throat, but failing to get their attention.

“HEY!” I said, five minutes later. “Can I go now?”

Officer Goldwin said sternly, “I’ll still have to write you a ticket.”

Betty Ruth said, “Let him go, Sam. I would have never found you if it hadn’t been for him. Besides, he didn’t have any choice. You know my luck.”

“All right. You can go. But next time I catch you switching lanes without signaling first, I’ll haul your ass in.”

Betty Ruth cooed, “Oh, Sam. You sound so sexy when you’re all official.”

After leaving them behind, I said, “Oh, Sam. You sound so sexy when your thumb is up your ass.”

Seeing his car with his lights on behind me, I exclaimed, “Shit. He couldn’t have heard me.”

After I pulled over again, Betty Ruth ran up to my window and said, “I forgot my bag. Oh, and really. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” I said, watching her get in his car and wave goodbye. “And not that you need it, but ... Good luck.”

I’ll never forget the excitement I felt driving down the country road with my trailer hitched to my car. Knowing I was getting close to her parents’ cottage, I kept expecting Holly and Beany to pop out of nowhere and buzz by me. The wind was gently blowing, making the late afternoon sun flicker through the leaves in a never-ending sea of moving light and shadows.

And then I spotted her. That gorgeous silver creature of the air came out of nowhere to cast its shadow over the hood of my car. I had forgotten sexy she was. I mean Midge was my girl and wouldn’t have it any other way, but Beany was ... Well, you just never forget your first.

Beany led the rest of the way, and in five minutes, I was pulling up the drive of Holly’s parents’ winter home. She was staying there to practice living on her own before starting college in a few weeks, and we had it all to ourselves.

Or at least that’s what I thought. As Beany’s pads made contact with the little helicopter landing area by the house, I noticed another girl come out of the house and shield her eyes while looking out towards my approaching car.

As soon as I got the car and trailer parked, I got out and met Holly on the other side of the drive.

After a really warm hug and a hot kiss, she said, “Come on. I want you to meet my best friend Tammy.”

“Hello,” I said to the stunning brunette.

“Hiya,” Tammy Murray replied. “Holly’s told me all about you. That’s all she been talking about since she called you yesterday.”

Holly said with a wink, “Well, I didn’t tell her everything. Just the juicy stuff. Now that you two have been introduced, let’s get the two girls back together. I want to see what you’ve done to Midge.”

Tammy came out with us, but it was very obvious she was bored to death as we rolled Midge out. Holly and I practically disassembled her in the shade of a giant oak that hot Tennessee evening. And by the time we had her back together and sitting next to her sister, the light was gone. We stood there admiring them, ignoring how our skin and clothes were covered with grease and sweat.

Holly said in a whisper, “It’s like something out of a dream. You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined having two of them parked next to each other like this. It’s ... beautiful.”

“Yeah. And they are two peas in a pod. If that floodlight wasn’t on, I don’t think we could tell the difference between them in the dark. The way the floodlights reflect on their headlamps, Beany looks like she’s looking at Midge.”

Holly said boldly, “And Midge is looking away like she’s too stuck up or something.”

“Hey! She’s not stuck up! She’s just a little upset to finally meet the one who took her place. After all, she was stuck in a crate for twelve years, then had to have her heart replaced after I don’t know how many hours of surgery, and...”

“I was only kidding,” she said in my ear. “Come on. I think they’re getting sleepy. Let’s go in.”

When I didn’t immediately follow, she added huskily, “I’ll scrub your back if you scrub mine.”

I asked, “What about Tammy?”

Holly answered, “Let her do her own back. I’ve had to pretend I didn’t notice her moaning when she was with a guy plenty of times. You’re my ticket for some revenge.”

As we stomped up the steps to the house, I said, “You’re serious about having revenge on her, aren’t you.”

Holly hissed, “I’ve been waiting nine months to do this again. You don’t know the temptations I’ve suffered through knowing only you and the guy I marry can make me feel that way. But listening to her fuck every guy she met on the street this whole summer ... Yes, God damn it. I want revenge. Just promise me you won’t do her too.”

“Fuck. I’ll try, but if she throws herself at ... OKAY!” I said urgently when she grabbed me by the nuts and squeezed.

“Feels like someone didn’t wear any underwear again,” she said coyly, fondling my happy sack through my shorts.

“Shit. I haven’t worn underwear all summer. Hell, I went so long without wearing anything at all, these clothes really are starting to get to me.”

While we passed through the living room, Holly said, “Looks like Tammy has gone off to bed. Come on. Let’s go use my parents’ shower. It’s big enough for two.”

“And it just so happens it’s right next to Tammy’s room,” I whispered as we passed a closed-door that I could feel Tammy was behind.

“Exactly,” Holly said after shutting her parents’ bedroom door behind us.

When she turned around with the eyes of a predator, I said, “Hi.”

Wrapping herself around my body and pushing us to the floor, she answered, “Shut up and fuck me.”

When we came up for air, I asked, “What happened to I’ll scrub your back, you scrub mine?”

“We’re getting to that,” she breathed before I felt her surge with lust and returned to her oral pacification.

She was really getting me worked up, but as she started moving her lips down to my chin and neck, she suddenly sat up and said, “Damn. You taste like engine shit. Maybe we should take that shower now.”

“Huh?!” I said before my brain switched back on. “Oh, yeah. Sounds good to me.”

I followed her into the bathroom, and after she got the water warming up, we embraced each other again for a not so quick kiss.

“You know,” she gasped after we broke our kiss again and pulled each other’s shirts off. “I think I like you being as tall as I am. Last year your mouth only reached my chin. I like having your mouth where your nose used to be.”

As I pressed my mouth to hers to reinforce her last statement, I slipped my hands around her and undid her bra strap in a single motion. The moment we came back up for air, we both shucked our shorts and shoes, then got into the shower without any further delay.

I was pleased to find all the exercising I had been doing the past three weeks had given me enough muscle tone that Holly didn’t seem to notice I had lost quite a lot since last fall. I suddenly felt a considerable amount of regret about not playing football that year, but I was in no shape to play against even freshmen, let alone JV or varsity sized players. I was surprisingly upset about that, though most of it was from realizing how Joey and I had not only missed out on playing football this fall but baseball last spring.

Those thoughts and emotions evaporated the moment Holly turned her glistening wet body towards me with the soap in her hand.

“Allow me,” I said, taking the soap from her. “There’s a quicker way to make a lather.”

As my pubic hair got saturated with suds, she started running her hands up and down her fit body trying to wash anything off she could. All that really succeeded in doing was making me hornier than I already was, and she shrieked when she suddenly found he bar of soap lathering up her own patch of pubic hair.

Well, one thing led to another, and before we knew it, we dropped the soap as we pressed our lathered bodies together, then sent our tongue deep into each other’s mouths. My growth surge last year had resulted in me matching her exact height. Since our bodies were perfectly aligned, it wasn’t surprising that I soon felt my cock pressing against her slit’s entrance.

Holly felt it too, and I knew she was about to pull herself back and slip me inside of her.

“I brought a box of rubbers with me this time,” I said coyly between breaths.

“Fuckem. I’m on the pill and don’t need to worry about that. Fuck me, Tim. Fuck your slut,” she said before doing it for me.

“Shit,” she gasped as her very tight puss stretched to accept my dick, which had grown as much as the rest of me. “Shit, I forgot how much it hurts,” she gasped again as all of her lust was washed away by her discomfort.