Chapter 4

Second Week of September

I showered, shaved and dressed comfortably and went out to join the world. I noticed that I had been shaving more than I needed to but I kind of liked it. For some reason, it made me feel more confident and perhaps a bit more manly. A five o’clock shadow would take a couple of days to develop.

Everyone was in the kitchen and Mom had a sandwich station set up. Your choice of grilled cheese, BLT or tomato sandwich unless you wanted to make your own. I went to the fridge and pulled out the water pitcher and reached for a glass. Dad motioned to me and I grabbed a second one for him.

“That’s a good look on you, Mom,” I said as I placed the pitcher back in the fridge.

“I’ve had this thing for years, but thanks.”

Dad whispered in her ear but I could read his lips. “The just been fucked smile.” Her mouth dropped open and then she gave me the evil eye but I bit my lip and looked away.

“Both of you,” she said. “Really. Both of you. Maybe I should let you make your own sandwiches,” she said in a huff, but I knew it was for show.

I went to hug her but she pushed me away. “Oh, no. You don’t get off that easy.”

The girls had been playing Canasta and looked up one at a time but they had no idea and it was just as well. Dad had a self-satisfied smile on his face.

“We’re leaving right after lunch so the house should be pretty quiet, Dad,” I whispered to him.

“No. That’s all the more reason for it to be noisy. We need to knock it off, though. Your mom is right on the edge between amused and pissed and if she falls on the pissed side, the house will definitely be on the quiet side.”

I nodded, conspiratorially while looking at Mom, but only for a second. I took a place behind Lisa and pretended to be interested in their game. It wasn’t long before the hand ended, and they went into action, setting the table. Mom and Dad made plates and went outside while I slid in between LuAnn and Tina.

“What did you say to Mom?” Lisa asked.

“She would tell you if she wanted you to know, I think.” Tina might have figured it out and smiled.

Fallon had a newspaper and was looking at Festival information in the Entertainment section. “It says here, there are classes throughout the day but if we want to go to the Pageant of the Masters, that starts at eight. I think that’s something we would have had to buy tickets for in advance. And it doesn’t say how much they are.”

“Let’s just go and see what we can and maybe next year we can plan it better. If we even like it,” LuAnn, said and they all nodded.

I noticed that Fallon and Tina both had tomato sandwiches. LuAnn and I had a BLT, and Lisa had a grilled cheese. I had no idea if that would ever be useful but I filed it away. I finished mine and offered to make seconds for anyone. Tina asked for a BLT if there was bacon already done but everyone else was good. I made a couple BLTs and served her one. We finished and everyone scattered to get ready.

I let Mom and Dad know we were leaving and Mom called me over.

“Anyone else in on your fun?” she asked.

“No. And I shouldn’t have done that,” I said, half meaning it and half afraid she was going to chew me out but she didn’t.

“It was cute. I think it’s a good look on me too.”

“Okay. I’m outta here,” I said and went for the house.

“I bet I could give you another one of those,” Dad said, and I’m sure he thought I couldn’t hear.

“I’m rooting for you, Dad.”

“See what you’ve done. You’re just encouraging him.” And then to me, “I hope you plan to eat out tonight. I’m not cooking.”

And then Dad couldn’t help himself. “We’ll see about that.” I pretended not to hear. It was cool and sort of creepy at the same time.

We packed into Mom’s van. The other girls deferred and LuAnn took shotgun. We were approaching Laguna when I spotted a familiar spot. “Anyone want ice cream before we get there? Food at the festival will probably be more expensive.” A chorus of yesses sent me into the small parking lot for Bailey’s on the Beach. The only ones there, the girls and I ordered.

When I went to pay, the guy behind the counter said, “What’s your name?”

“Michael, why?”

“Hi, Michael. I’m Scott. Last name?”

“Danielson. Why?”

“You’ve been in here with her, her, and her in the last month and now you’ve got all three of them and a fourth. I don’t know how you do it and I wanted your name so when you published the how-to book, I’d know to buy it.”

The Musketeers all laughed. I tried to pay but he wouldn’t take it.

“This one’s on me, Michael Danielson. When you finish your book, title it, The Luckiest Guy on Earth. Dude, you have got some kind of mojo working for you.”

“That’s the truth,” LuAnn said, and kissed me. “I’m the flavor of the month,” she said and the Musketeers laughed again.

“Some guys have all the luck,” he said as we were leaving. I thanked him and the girls turned back and blew him kisses. He looked well paid.

The five of us crowded onto a bench made for four and ate our ice creams. I prompted LuAnn to tell the Musketeers about her rescue mission on The Holy Jim Trail. She did but did it modestly. I added some details.

“I know all of you would have been proud of her. I am.” Everyone hoisted their ice cream in a toast to LuAnn. Finished, we packed back into the van for the short trip to the Sawdust Festival.

We parked and unloaded. “Since we don’t really have an agenda, why don’t we pick a spot to meet at five, just in case we get separated. We can decide how much more we want to stay for or where we go for dinner.” Everyone agreed to that.

“Michael, we’re all going to need a ride home tonight. School tomorrow,” LuAnn said.

“Then maybe we should just plan to meet here at six. We can go for dinner, home to get stuff and make it in time,” I said and everyone agreed.

We started wandering through aisles of artists’ kiosks but I wasn’t sure how long we’d be able to stick together. Some of the artwork was really good and others looked like the work of kindergarteners. I thought one artist’s work looked like he had dipped an angry cat in paint and threw it at the canvas. Tina informed me that it was post-modern crap. I had no idea she knew about art.

The girls all seemed to want to go slow and Fallon probably could have spent a couple of years there. Lisa and LuAnn signed up for some type of painting class and told us to go ahead. I got ahead of Tina and Fallon but stopped at a kiosk where a truly talented artist had painted surfing scenes. Very realistic. I asked if he was a surfer. He said he was but that he had been a freelance surf photographer and then transitioned to painting.

Tina and Fallon joined me to admire his work. They easily figured out which beaches he used. I found one that I really liked. The girls admired it with me. It looked like Corky Carrol with his board at the lip of a tube, about to drop back down. The light was perfect and it really looked like a snapshot taken at the perfect time. I was not a big art fan but I liked that painting. Right up until I checked the price.

“You look like you swallowed a bug, sport. What’s up,” Tina asked.

“Nothing,” I practically croaked.

She checked the price. “You’re going to need to pick up a few more pools.”

“I’d probably need to do about four hundred pools a month for the next five years. I like it but ten grand is a bit out of my range.”

The artist approached and asked if I liked it. I told him it was outstanding and that if I had an extra ten grand, I’d take it home with me.

“A little short this month?” he asked, smiling.

“Just a little.”

“I think I can help you out,” he said and motioned for me to come with him. Tina and I walked back to his table. He pulled a lithograph out of a rack. “It’s a little smaller than the original but they did a good job of it, I think. It might be more in your price range. Thirty dollars.”

“You’re kidding. I’ve never bought any kind of artwork before in my life but that sounds like a deal.” I reached for my wallet and handed him the money.

“They just came in yesterday so I haven’t had time to do this yet.” He signed and numbered it while I watched. Number four out of one hundred. I had no idea what that meant but was happy with my purchase. “Let me put it in a tube for you so it gets home in one piece.”

“Sweet. Thanks a lot. I hope you sell the original.” He thanked me and gave me the print.

Tina and Fallon seemed to appreciate my taste and were happy for me that I’d found something I liked. We all went back to the original to appreciate it once more before moving on. As we walked, I tried to note what they each liked. It was easy. Tina liked paintings of people that were realistic and showed anatomical details. Fallon liked everything. I wondered if she liked the angry cat paintings.

It was getting close to six and the three of us started moving toward our meeting point. Fallon stepped into a kiosk that interested her and Tina and I stayed outside to wait.

She stepped close to me. “A little over a month ago, I went from zero to sixty and back to zero on the sexual satisfaction chart. That was your doing. I’m hungry now so I hope you’re ready for October.”

“Thanks, Tina.”

“What? Just letting you know to be prepared.”

“I ... uh...”

“Cat got your tongue?”

“How do you do that. I have to adjust,” I said, moving side to side, hoping for a little comfort.

“I can do that for you if you like.”

“You are dangerous, Tina. Dangerous.”

“I like to think so.”

I held my lithograph in front of me and made a quick adjustment. “I can confirm it. You’re dangerous.”

“Must be tough to be you.”

“Right. The guy at Bailey’s was right. I should write a book. Fallon last month, LuAnn this month, both beautiful and amazing but you’re out here giving me a hardon by talking to me.”

“You need to enjoy the anticipation. October first is a Saturday. Just in case you haven’t marked it on your calendar.” She let me take a breath. “What did you think of what Fallon said last night?”

“Blew me away. Really made me think. I have been anyway. A lot. But what she said was really profound. Or at least I thought so.”

“Me too.” Fallon came out, smiling. Tina continued. “We were just talking about you and what you said last night. Michael said it was profound. I agree. I think you have really come into your own in the last month.” Fallon tuned in her best friend. Total concentration. “You were pretty awkward, socially. We’re all used to you but you were, Fallon. Sorry. But in the last month, you grew out of that. Maybe not completely but, you have so much more confidence and it colors everything you do. It’s like you stand taller and you know who you are and that’s a good thing. I’m really proud of you. Happy for you too.”

“Thanks, Tina. That means a lot.”

“Don’t get me wrong. You can still go full-on goofy at the drop of a hat.”

They hugged. I’d seen them do it before but this was special. “I want a hug,” I said and Fallon gave me one. Tina smiled, just embracing the anticipation, I guess.

We started walking toward our meeting spot again. I was following two beautiful women, both enjoying each other’s company. I had a new decoration for my room, LuAnn would be waiting, my parents were happy. Life was good. We met LuAnn and Lisa on the way back to the van and they showed us the results of their class.

“Watercolor? Is that a sunrise or a sunset?” I asked LuAnn.

“Sunrise. Definitely.”

“Oh. I thought mine was a sunset,” Lisa said. We’re on the west coast so it has to be, right?”

No one was going to remind her that it was art and could reflect whatever she wanted. For Lisa, a sunset was reality. For LuAnn, perhaps a sunrise was promise. We all got back to the van and climbed in. As I started it, I announced to everyone, “I can’t begin to tell you all how happy I am, right now.”

“He’s taking LuAnn home last,” Tina said quietly, and everyone laughed. Except LuAnn, who told me I’d better.

We stopped at Farrell’s for burgers and fries. We got back to my house and the girls packed up. Mom was in the kitchen and told me she’d take Tina and Fallon home if I’d take LuAnn which seemed like a deal. I told her what Fallon had shared the night before and she relayed some of their conversation from the day before.

“That was her, Buddy. I didn’t plant those seeds. I might have watered them a little but it was all her. Nice to see.”

“Mom...” I started and almost laughed. She had that look. “You look good,” was all I could get out.

“Yes, dammit,” she said touching her face. “Your dad was a wild man today. And somehow, and I don’t know why I think this, but I think you’re to blame.”

“Or thank,” I said as I turned to leave.

“Thank you,” she said, and I turned to see her smiling.

“You’re welcome. And you do look good, just so you know.”

I said goodbye to Lisa and Fallon, although I’d see them the next day at school and LuAnn and I drove back to her house.

“You’ve got a funny smile. What’s that about,” she asked.

“Probably best if I don’t say. Don’t worry, it’s not about you or the Musketeers. Mom and me, sort of an inside joke.”

I grabbed her bag and went in with her.

“Hey, Lulu,” her dad said and gave her a hug. “Give me another. I go back out tomorrow.”

“Wow. How long this time?”

“Peter Merrill came down with something and I’m picking up his run. Maybe more than one. He does the stockyard run, so Stockton, Little Rock, Chicago. Might be a week by the time I get back. Hi, Michael. Did you say you’ve been working on carburetors in shop?”

“Yes, sir. We just finished the section. Pretty easy, really.”

“Good. How’d you like to do your girlfriend’s dad a favor?”

“Sure. What can I do for you?”

“That sweetheart in the garage has dual Holley carburetors and the rebuild kits came in while I was gone. Want a shot at it?”

“Are you kidding? I’d love that.”

“Alright, then. Let’s take a look. One at a time and if you get in over your head or aren’t sure, just stop where you are and I can pick up where you left off.” We went into the garage so he could show me the details. When we came back out, Lulu was smiling ear to ear.

I said my goodbyes to LuAnn and told Mr. Lang that I’d appreciate it if he didn’t shoot me and bury me in the backyard if I messed up the carburetors. LuAnn quietly promised me a nice surprise the next day.

Tuesday morning after a long weekend sucks until you remind yourself that it also means a short week. I flirted with the idea of wearing something different than cords, a Hang Ten shirt and Topsiders, but better judgment took over and that’s what I wore. As the weather got cooler, I’d consider wearing socks for a change ... but probably not.

LuAnn gave me a particularly nice kiss before we parted for the day, reminding me she had a surprise. In Chemistry, we had our first official lab. It wasn’t really much of a lab. Tina and I accepted our box of lab equipment from Mr. Spang. We inventoried it, checked for damages and got a replacement beaker and two new hoses. Tina was all business and I liked it. This was science and there’d be no petty fingers. She was sexy as hell in a lab coat and safety glasses and I told her so. She almost smiled which was even sexier.

I found Sascha at lunch and told him I was interested in continuing karate lessons but didn’t want to have my truck parked two doors down from Fallon. I gave him a partial reason and assured him that my concern was for Fallon and that she had done nothing wrong. After talking through a bunch of different possibilities, I decided to take the introductory courses at the school he went to. It wasn’t expensive and after five classes at an introductory rate, I could decide to continue or not.

At the end of the day, I drove LuAnn home. Except that’s not where we went. We got near her house and she gave me directions to a house three blocks away on the next street. When we pulled into the driveway, she pushed a remote button and the garage door lifted up.

“Pull in so I can close the door,” she said with a grin.

“Whose house is this? What’s going on Lu?”

“The Paulsons’,” she said opening the door to the kitchen and motioning me to follow.

I did and she called out to the house but it was quiet.

“I’m house sitting. They’ll be gone for two weeks. Massachusetts. They are paying me to water the plants and do a deep clean while they’re gone. I’ve done it a couple of times before. C’mon,” she said, pulling my hand.

I followed her through the house and we ended up in the guest bedroom. She pushed me down on the queen-sized bed.

“We have total, guaranteed privacy for two weeks. What do you think we should do with it?” she asked. Before I could answer, she pulled her blouse off. She had on a lacy white bra showcasing her perfect tits. Her lacy bra was full. LuAnn’s tits were firm and her nipples strained the fabric. I could see the outline of her areola through the fabric and was instantly hard. I’d seen Playboys before and, if she’d been a couple of years older, she could have been in one. She wouldn’t even need to be naked. She was that good looking.

“LuAnn, are you sure? There’s no chance...”

“None. Should I keep going?”

“Please,” I said and she reached behind her.

“Wait.” She turned her back to me and stepped closer. “Would you do the honors?”

I quickly undid the single clasp at the back but then slowed down. I reached up to the shoulder straps and ran my fingers over them and began to slowly ease them down her shoulders. I saw a mirror on the wall directly in front of her. I leaned to the left and could see from her head all the way down to her knees. I slowly lowered her bra, revealing her gorgeous tits. Thirty-four “C”, she had told me. Her tan lines made her white tits even sexier. I let the bra drop and let my hands come up to cup her tits. I watched her nipples get hard before I touched them.

“You have a glorious, sexy body, LuAnn. I want to see all of it.” She smiled, and I let my hands drop to the waist of her skirt. It slid down easily, revealing the matching lacy, white panties. She tightened her abs and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her between my legs as I sat. I kissed her back and let my fingers toy with the elastic top of her panties.

“Remember when we were on the beach at the lifeguard stand?” I nodded. “Do you remember what I said?”

“Very definitely. You said, ‘I want you to know me this much’ before you showed me your tits.”

“Yes. Now, I want you to know me this much,” she said and pulled her panties off. She was completely naked in front of me.

“You’re so beautiful, LuAnn. I’m glad you want me to know you that much. Turn around,” I said pulling her shoulder and she spun to face me. “LuAnn, your body is just spectacular. You take my breath away.”

I kissed her belly and began working my way up her body until I got to her tits. I kissed them from the bottom to the top, circling around her pink areolas. They had puffed up, little hills on top of hills, her nipples spiked hard with desire on top of them.

“I hate it when you go slow, but I love it,” she said. “Go faster. I like it when you go fast too.”

I reached around behind her grabbing both cheeks of her ass and pulling her toward me as I kissed around her areolas. My hands were low on her ass and it seemed that when I parted them, she gasped a bit. I reached further under and brushed up against her slit from the back.

“Oh, god Michael. I’m so hot, I’m going to blow.” I stroked it again. “Not kidding.”

She was trembling. I slid my hand up the length of her slit and then slid a finger inside her as I sucked a nipple into my mouth and she tightened up and held my head tight to her breast. I sucked hard and let my finger slide in and out quickly. She spread her feet wider and I slid my finger deeper into her and changed tits. She screamed out and clutched me to her, her legs shaking. I thought an orgasm should be about six hard contractions but she had gone on for at least twice as many before she began to slow down.

I picked her up and set her on the bed, then pushed her back and settled between her legs. She was deliciously wet and I dropped my face to her pussy. I gave it one lick from bottom to top and she jerked involuntarily. I backed away and studied it for a moment.

“Your pussy is like a flower. LuAnn. It’s like a fresh flower that’s about to open. Baby, your scent is intoxicating.” I slurped some of her juices and she gasped.

“Eat me up baby. I love it when you do that.”

I licked the outside of the petals on each side of her delicate pink flower and she quivered with anticipation. I saw her little clit peeking out at me and I stabbed at it with my tongue. She jerked in response. “Do you like that, too?” I asked.

“Oh yes. Kiss me right there.” I kissed her clit and I could sense her tightening again. She was about to cum again. I sucked her clit into my mouth and slid my lips across her pussy.

“Ugh, yes. Like that. Oh, god, don’t stop. Just like that,” and she was over the top again.

Her legs tightened around my head, squeezing me in place hard, and then they flopped open wide. They squeezed together again and then flew straight back, shaking uncontrollably. I held her clit between my lips as I flicked it with my tongue. I tried to count her contractions but lost count somewhere near twenty. I held on and she just kept cumming and cumming. I slurped her juices into my mouth to keep her from becoming too slippery. When she started to come down, I sawed my fingers in and out faster and she came again, just as hard and just as long.

She was an orgasm machine and I loved every minute of it. She came down again and I remembered to curve my fingers up. This time I slid two fingers into her, curving them up, kissing her hungrily as I did and she quickly went over the top again. She pushed her hips up at me, panting at the effort. I used my other hand to hold pressure against her wonderful mons. She pumped up against me four or five times and then collapsed.

“Enough. Enough. Oh, stop. Come up here, now please.”

I scrambled up to lay next to her and she latched onto me, wrapping her naked body around me. With her legs wrapped around mine and her arms tight around my neck she shuddered again and again in little aftershocks. Her breathing slowly began to return to normal. She leaned away so she could see my face.

“Good?”

She wordlessly clutched back tight again. I guessed it had been. I had then seen enough orgasms, from all four of the Musketeers, to know this was particularly good. Every now and then, she would shake again and then laugh a little.

“My body keeps going,” she laughed. “It just keeps shaking.”

“Want to go again?” I asked.

“No. Yes. No. I don’t think I could take it.”

I let her relax, enjoying her happiness, but my dick was straining at my cords. I thought it might relax a bit with the passage of time but apparently it knew I was holding a beautiful post-orgasmic woman and it still wanted to participate.

Suddenly, and without warning, LuAnn shifted gears. “I want to do you,” she said, quickly climbing down the bed. She pulled my shoes off and dropped them to the floor. I undid my buckle and she pulled my pants off. I pushed at my boxers and she jerked them off the rest of the way. “Shirt, too,” she said. Get naked.

I pulled my shirt off and realized that for the first time in my life, I was completely naked with a completely naked woman. It was dangerous.

“Lu, please do me a favor. Put your panties back on.” She gave me a look. “LuAnn, I want to fuck you in the worst way and I need something to slow me down. Please. I want to but I can’t.” It must have been my voice because she pulled them back on.

“One day, Michael. One day, I want to feel you slide into me.”

“Oh, god, Lu. That’s why you have to have panties on. I’m going to blow.”

“No. I am,” she said and took me in her mouth. She slid down one time and I erupted. Premature ejaculation at its finest. She’d barely began to suck when I fired into her mouth, catching her by surprise. She sucked and stroked, milking me for all she was worth. My butt tensed up so tight and my body arched up, thrusting my dick up at her mouth. She circled my dick with her fingers, squeezing tightly and continuing to stroke.

I stayed hard and she took her mouth off me long enough to ask, “Again?”

“I think so. Oh, god LuAnn. I want you so bad.”

She straddled my legs and I could feel her heat against my thighs. She continued to stroke me but was sitting up so I could see her.

“I want to feel your hands on my tits when you cum this time,” she said. “You can lift up against me, too. I like that. I like that you want me. I like that you want to make babies with me. I love that. Do it, Michael. Cum for me,” she said, stroking frantically. I reached up and cupped her breasts, then squeezed them. When I pinched her nipples, she moaned and I came again, firing spunk everywhere. She continued to stroke me until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I lay like that, with her straddling me for a few moments while I recovered. When all those wonderful chemicals in my head relaxed a little, so did I and I smiled.

“That was amazing, Lulu.”

“Lu. Or LuAnn. Lulu is what my dad calls me.”

“Ah. Creepy, huh?” She nodded.

“Can you cum again?” she asked.

“Soon, I think. That was really good but I’m still pretty amped up. You are a sex goddess, LuAnn.” She beamed.

“I want something special.”

“I thought that was pretty special,” I said, wondering how much more special could it get.

“I have my panties on. I want you to get on top. I want you to move like we were fucking. I want to feel you on top of me like that. I think I can cum like that and I bet you could too.”

I was almost instantly hard again. I nodded and rolled her over and climbed on top. She spread her legs and then bent her legs, bringing her knees up. I held her hands with mine and pulled them high over her head as I positioned my dick against her thin white panties.

“Can you feel me against you?” I asked and she nodded breathlessly.

I ground against her and she groaned. Trapped between us, my dick ached for her pussy. I could feel the heat and even the split of her pussy lips and I pressed into it. I rocked a bit and she groaned some more.

“I’m going to cum, Michael. I want to feel you cum with me. Please,” she said begging me for release. I thrust hard against her and she sucked in air and her hands strained against me. I bent my head low and sucked hard on her tit and she shuddered. I felt her legs spread wider and her hips thrust up against me as I ground into her.

“I’m going to cum baby. I want you so bad,” I said. I arched my back and released her hands so I could stretch. I pumped again and again and when she jerked up against me, the floodgates opened. When I finished, she pulled me down and wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me tightly to her.

She rolled me over, sitting up on me. I was spent but she seemed like she was still ready for more. I reached down and slid my hand to cup her mons and slide a finger into her. I used two fingers and slid them on either side of her wet clit. She nodded to me and I kept it up. I reached up with my other hand and pinched her nipple and I watched her cum, looking at me with undisguised lust. Her entire body shook with the climax, this time quick and hard.

She rolled off me, exhausted. “That was a quick one.”

“Holy crap, baby. How many times did you cum?”

“No idea. Don’t care. Just enough. Wow. Michael. You are really, really good at that.” She rolled up on one arm. “You, sir are a really good fucker,” she said and laughed.

“Thank you. That was pretty nice, LuAnn. It really felt good to be on top of you.”

“It felt like you owned me. I felt like a woman. You know? I felt like I was using all my parts for what they were made for.”

“All your parts were made to give Michael Danielson pleasure.”

“Right. They were made for me to get pleasure. Your satisfaction is simply a happy by-product.”

“I’m surprisingly fine with that,” I said and then saw the time. “LuAnn. Isn’t your mom expecting you?”

She looked up and saw that it was five. “We need to clean up.” She smelled different pieces of clothing then took my boxers and her panties into the bathroom. “I’m going to rinse these here and then throw them in the dryer. We can take showers.”

I went into the bathroom and there we were, completely naked together. I hugged her, skin on skin and she felt great. She pushed my hands off, dunked our underwear a couple of more times in soapy water, then rinsed them.

“Jump in the shower while I start these in the dryer. I’ll come back with towels.” I nodded and she was gone.

I had just soaped up when she returned and slid into the shower with me. “This is dangerous, Lu. I’m getting out.”

“Soap me,” she said. I rubbed my soapy front against her soapy front and felt Mr. Happy start to come back to life.