Country Boy in the City
Copyright© 2021 by Mushroom
Chapter 98
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 98 - This picks up almost a decade after "Country Boy, City Girl" ends. George Culver has decided that he has had enough of the hypocrites and prigs in Idaho, and moves to Los Angeles to attend college. Away from his older brother who he has problems with, determined to become his own man in his own way. And not a carbon copy as many expect him to become. Note: Story codes will be added as the story progresses.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Teenagers Blackmail Coercion Drunk/Drugged Rape Teen Siren Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual GameLit Historical School Cheating Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Small Breasts Smoking Geeks Porn Theatre Prostitution Slow
On Friday as we were leaving the school Grace got a call on her phone and it was Mandy. The girls talked for most of the drive back to the motel, and as we pulled in she said we would see them soon.
“OK, fast shower and pack an overnight bag. We’re staying with them for the weekend.” So once we got back she took her shower first as I packed up enough clothes for two days. Then she did the same as I showered, and soon we were driving back to San Francisco.
They were staying in a hotel near Fisherman’s Warf, and when we pulled into the parking structure Grace told them the room number and they let us in. We could not use the elevator as it required a key card, so headed to the front desk. And after giving him Pete’s name and showing him my ID he handed me a card for the room.
“Missus Culver already told us to expect you, welcome and we hope you enjoy your stay.”
Grace held my arm all the way up the elevator and to the room. And this was nice, a real classy hotel. When we got to the room Grace knocked, and we heard Pete’s voice call out “If that’s my brother and niece, come on in. Otherwise, go away!”
Grace laughed and I used the card to unlock the door. She went in first, and was giggling as she hugged Pete. I hugged him also, and saw he was in slacks and a dark blue shirt. A second later Mandy came out from the bedroom, which surprised me as she was only in her bra and panties. She hugged both of us, and quickly grabbed the pink bag from my hand and took Grace into the room.
Pete laughed, and told me to go ahead and put my bag in the other room. And sure enough, this was a two room suite. I put my bag on the dresser, and came back just as Mandy and Grace were rejoining us. Mandy was in a dark blue cocktail dress, and Grace had changed into a black silk blouse and matching skirt that hung just past her knees.
I asked if the couch pulled out, and Pete looked at me and Mandy laughed. “What, you want to sleep on the couch, Georgie?” she asked. “That would be so cute! I remember when you were a baby and always slept on the couch at Pete’s store.”
Grace gave me a dirty look, and Pete did not help that he was laughing. “George, of course you’re sleeping with Grace. Don’t worry, Kim wasted no time in telling all of us right after you both got here that you two are a couple now.”
“And trust me, it’s about time!” Mandy then said. “We’ve been watching the two of you dance around each other for years now. George, it was obvious whenever you came up to visit and she was seeing somebody that you were getting jealous. And poor Grace here pining away every time she looked at you since she was about thirteen.”
Grace blushed, and I’m sure I was also. Pete asked the ladies if we were ready to go, and after they both nodded we went back to the parking garage. Pete guided us to a Ford sedan, and nodded when I held open the rear driver side door for Grace, then got in the passenger side.
He drove us south and west quite a ways, the entire time Mandy asking us how things were going. We described the class we were both taking, and Grace said she was getting a lot of simulator time as I was doing the aerobatics course.
“Yep, they called me that first day and I told them to go ahead and let you do that and send me the bill. Don’t worry about the charge for that at all, Grace. So long as you work for us for at least a year, I’ll call it even.”
We were at a stoplight, and Grace leaned forward and hugged him from behind as Mandy smiled. “We really do have plans for both of you. When you both are finished, head on back to Strevell. George, we already moved your trailer to the back corner and have the other trailer parked next door as you asked. Not sure why, but I guess that way if you two get into a fight you don’t have to sleep on the couch.”
We all laughed, and I noticed that the area had changed. I think the signs were in Japanese, and I saw a couple of gals in kimonos walking down the street. “Pete, is this Japantown?”
“Yep, sure is. We thought you both might enjoy seeing something that reminds me of my past.”
We soon parked, and with the ladies on our arms Pete took us to a restaurant where we all were quickly seated. Mandy told us that the yakisoba and fried rice dishes were all really good, as was the tempura. And we all got beer and ordered rice bowls. I got the beef, and Grace got the chicken. Both Pete and Mandy ordered the shrimp. As well as a tempura platter for an appetizer.
Pete raised his glass in a toast, and said something in Japanese that Mandy repeated. Grace and I tried to copy them, and after we all took a drink Mandy smiled. “Banzai means ‘ten thousand years’. As in, may you know ten thousand years of happiness.” I smiled and nodded, as it did sound appropriate.
Mandy asked Grace how we had finally gotten together, and when she described how she had simply told me we were dating Pete started to laugh. “Oh Grace, your mom did the exact same thing to me! With us it was very much the same as with you two, and she finally put her foot down and said we were dating, if I liked it or not.”
She smiled and nodded, and said that is what her mom told her. “I just figured if it was good enough for one Littlebuck to do to a Culver man, it was good enough for another.”
“Grace sweetie, as much as I love the Culver men they can all be absolutely infuriating at times. George is finally maturing into a fine young man, but his brother was the same way. A girl can damned near be begging him to ask her out, but he just never saw it.”
“Well, in my defense there I see it a bit differently” I said. “Grace had been my little sister all her life, and I knew I had to respect that.”
Mandy reached out and placed her hand on the back of mine. “Yes, and Kim and Pete were the same way growing up. And I was just the little sister of his old fiancée. It took many years for him to finally realize I was not the little thirteen year old girl he had first met so long before. Otherwise, we might have gotten married years earlier.”
Pete started to say something, but Mandy just looked at him and he stopped. The tempura arrived, and it was something new to me. Some kind of batter fried dish, with meats and veggies with a kind of white crust. It was good, and I saw Grace and I were both using forks as Pete and Mandy used chopsticks.
Mandy teased us a bit, but we both admitted we had never really used chopsticks all that much. Grace asked how Mandy had found this place, and she laughed. “Oh, I didn’t. I almost never came to Japantown when I moved here. Downtown mostly, maybe as far as Chinatown. Pete introduced me to this place and others once he started coming up to buy computer stuff.”
“Yep, and I learned about it from Frannie. I came up here when I was with Becky, and as we were on Okinawa together for over three years Frannie said she wanted to find some good Japanese food. So whenever Mandy and I would get together, unless she was showing me places like Fog City, I was taking her here.”
Grace asked what it was like dating from so far apart, and Mandy laughed. “Oh, we were not dating back then. Let’s see, I was with Larry, then Clark back then. That was when Pete was in his ‘girl in every port’ stage. He had a couple up there for when he visited Idaho, a couple down in LA, and he was also seeing Saki when he was up here.”
“Hey, I was not that bad!” Pete said, and Mandy winked at us and giggled.
“Oh yes you were! Guys, after Becky ended it with him, my husband finally decided to sow the wild oats he did not when he was younger. My sister for years, Jacki for about a year, then Becky for years. By that time I had moved up here, and went through a couple of year or two boyfriends. Mostly older guys, most more occupied on their careers and happy to have a young girl on their arm than anything else. We were all yuppies, I was no different. Right job, right car, right boyfriend, to fit in with the others we worked and hung out with.”
Grace asked her what changed, and Mandy smiled. “Oh, that’s simple. The recession in the early 90’s hit and hit hard. I got laid off, and finally realized my boyfriend not only had a fine ass, he was a fine ass. He ordered me to sell my car so we could save money as the garage space was running about five hundred a month. I told him to kiss my ass and moved back in with my mom in LA.”
Pete laughed and nodded as Grace shook her head. “It was about a month after that when Pete here and I finally got together.” He leaned over and gave her a soft kiss, and I saw Grace smile at me so I did the same thing with her. And at that our main course arrived.
After we finished eating we walked a few blocks away, where we entered a small club. The lighting was dark, and I saw about half a dozen girls sitting in chairs near the entrance. An older Japanese gal came up, and after talking in Japanese with Mandy for a few minutes nodded. And after the old lady pointed at one of the girls she came up to us and guided us to a table. Mandy said something else, and she smiled and bowed and left.
Grace and I were looking around, and noticed there was a small dance floor on the other side with a few couples dancing. And the rest of the booths were all filled with couples. “Mandy, what is this?” Grace asked.
“Oh, this is a kyabakura” Mandy said. “In English, it’s a ‘Hostess Club’. In short, the girls are here to entertain us. She pours our drinks, and chats with us. If a guy comes in alone she acts like a date, and will also dance with him. It’s alright, it’s all very respectable. It’s not prostitution at all, not unlike the old tradition of geisha girls.”
As Mandy was saying that the girl returned, and set a glass of pineapple juice in front of Grace, and poured the three of us scotch from a small bottle. She then introduced herself as Hakura, and sat next to me.
We spent about an hour, and it turns out that Hakura was a student of business management when she was not working here. And I could tell that even though she was using an accent when she first joined us, by the time we left an hour later she sounded like anybody else.
When we got back to the car I commented on that, and Pete laughed. “Yes, they do that for atmosphere. Saki was the same way, she could sound like she had only been in the US for a couple of years if she wanted. But once she got to know me she talked like any other California girl.”
When we got back to the hotel Pete said to get into something more comfortable and come on back out. I laughed when I saw Grace hang up her dress and pulled on the Pink Poodle shirt. I just changed into the sweat pants I had brought.
We shared a kiss before going back to the main room, and I saw Pete was also in sweat pants and a shirt just like I was. He asked Grace what she wanted to drink, and she asked what the rest of us were having. She grimaced when he said scotch, and at that time Mandy came out.
She giggled at seeing Grace’s shirt, then asked if she wanted something alcoholic. Grace said she did, so she told Pete to make her a bloody mary. He did that as she moved to take a closer look at Grace’s shirt.
“Grace, is that a real place?” she asked.
“Yeah, I had George take me there right after we got down here.”
“Pete, your brother took my niece to a strip club!” Mandy shouted out, then started laughing. The two of them sat on the loveseat and started talking, and I looked at Pete who was smiling. He put the drinks in front of them, and after handing me mine he sat in the easy chair as I sat on the couch.
“So Grace, what did you think of it?” my brother asked, and she smiled.
“Oh, it was not quite what I expected. It was mostly clean, and the girls were nice. It was not sleazy at all, other than they took their clothes off. We even talked to one of the girls there, her name was Grace also.”
They both laughed at that, and I mentioned that they had an amateur night every week. Pete asked if we were going back for that, and Mandy reached over and smacked him.
“Hey, I did not ask if they were going back so Grace could take part! I was just asking if they were going back to see that.”
“Uncle Pete, I’ve already told George I want to go back at least one more time before we go home. But no, not on Wednesday night! Ain’t no way I’m ever getting on stage like that!”
Mandy smiled at us, and nodded. “Now I’ll admit I did something similar when I was about your age. Took part in a wet t-shirt contest in Huntington Beach once during Spring Break, that was kinda fun. And a couple of bikini contests. But no, I think I’ll let my sister hold the honors in our family for stripping.”
Grace asked what that was like, and Mandy laughed. “Oh, the bikini contests were not all that bad, just dancing a bit on stage in the bikini on the beach. The wet t-shirt was much more embarrassing, as I only found out after I had signed up that I could not wear the shirt I had brought along but one they handed me. It was really thin, and other than the logo for the bar that sponsored it way up here it was white and see-through once it was wet.” She pointed to her upper chest and showed where the logo was.
“I still got that shirt somewhere” she said. Pete admitted she did, but never wore it for him.
“Pete my love, maybe ask some time. But only in our bedroom, nowhere else.”
Grace asked what we would be doing that weekend, and Mandy smiled. “Oh, the four of us are going out for a bit, until around noon. After lunch, you and I are going shopping while Pete drags George down to San Jose.”
Pete just nodded at me, and when Mandy asked if there was anything we wanted to see that we had not yet, Grace mentioned Zoetrope. Mandy nodded, and said we would have lunch there.
We each only had the one drink, and with hugs we each went into our rooms. I was a bit surprised when Grace stripped off everything as she headed to the bed, but I went ahead and did the same thing. But what I did not expect was after only kissing for a few minutes she moved down and took my cock into her mouth.
I caressed her back and bottom, and realized I wanted the same thing. So using my hands I guided her over me, and pulled her down so I could eat her out at the same time. The moan Grace gave out felt amazing on my cock when I started licking her pussy, and even more so when I licked over her clit.
I absolutely loved licking and sucking on her clit, and her ass felt absolutely perfect in my hands. And Grace was holding nothing back, taking half of me into her mouth each time she moved down, and her tongue in this position caressing the top side of my cock. I knew I would not be lasting long, so started getting more serious on giving her as much pleasure as I could.
And I barely made it, her hips started pumping as I felt her clit throbbing under my tongue and I knew she was cumming. As I was a moment later into her mouth. Finally she crawled off of me and held me tight as we shared a kiss.
“Oh, I had imagined what this would be like, but the reality is even better!” She thanked me softly, and I thanked her in turn before we kissed some more. And still holding me we both drifted off to sleep.
In the morning we took our showers, and once we got dressed we saw Pete and Mandy sitting at the table drinking coffee. Both of them quickly finished their cups and the four of us headed down to the breakfast buffet.