Chapter 2

As John untangled himself to stop the alarm he had visions of throwing it against the wall and watching as its many small parts bounced around the room. He dragged himself out of bed chuckling quietly at the satisfying mental image, his legs feeling as if they each weighed 150 pounds, his arms aching in that overused manner that reminds you that you have done more than your body is prepared for. His thoughts on his shower and what he had to do when he got to work he glanced at Libby laying in the bed sleeping in the dim pre-dawn light.

The sight of Libby completely stopped him in his tracks. She looked so peaceful, her hair in complete disarray, her trim arm still stretched out from under the blanket where it had been all night, allowing her just to touch John, her hand resting possessively on his back throughout the night. John watched as her hand moved, reached out as if searching, only to find emptiness. John's heart ached as he watched the frown pass across her face and in the moment before her eyes opened John thought... 'Fuck, I'm losing it!' the thought that he could feel so melancholy about such a small and meaningless frown was so foreign to him.

"John..." Libby's dry and brittle voice reached out for him. John had a moment of wistfulness, he never wanted to wake another morning without hearing that, without being able to pause for a moment and look down at Libby before going off to do battle with the world, he realized that he didn't have to fight alone anymore, but would it last? September seemed so far away but so imminent. He would be going away to school and away from this woman that he now realized he had always had an unrealized love for, and had fallen even more in love with over the past four days.

"Shhh... baby doll, I'm going to work... sleep and I'll call you when I get home..."

He leaned down and picked up her hand bringing it to his lips to gently nuzzle, it turned over and caressed his cheek, sliding around his neck, she pulled him down to her. Her lips barely touching his, she moaned deep in her throat, warm and content. John gently pulled himself free and feeling more reticent than ever, walked into the bathroom, sitting in almost a stupor as the room slowly began to fill with steam.

As he walked in the kitchen prepared for another day of, what he now called, 'building shit' Libby was waiting for him sitting at the breakfast table, a terry cloth robe wrapped around her and a serious look on her face.

"John..." she said quietly

"Yeah?..." he replied trying to keep his voice light.

"I hate it when you leave. I don't want you to leave."

"Libby, I have to go to work... I don't want to but that's why they give me money... otherwise I wouldn't go." He smiled at her trying to make it a joke.

"I mean in September, I don't want you to go away."

"Libby, we'll deal with that in August, ok? The summer just started and who knows, maybe by the end of the summer you'll be sick of me anyway!" John hated confrontation, and wanted to just put the thought of going away to school out of his mind.

"Today's Friday, can we spend the weekend together?"

Libby rose from the table and seemed to glide across the floor to John. Her head went down on his shoulder and his arms went around her small shoulders, holding her close to him. John had never been comfortable with girls before, but with Libby it was different, it was natural. He thought about the night before, how nice it felt to hug her, how her breasts felt against his chest how her nipples hardened in his hand, and started to have the typical male reaction. He pulled his hips back, trying to prevent her from feeling his rising hard on but she followed him, smiling unseen against his chest.

God she loved it when she felt his cock get hard. She loved knowing he wanted her. She wanted to be wanton with him, to take him into her body, to squeeze his cock with her pussy, to feel his hard body shudder against hers, his cock swell inside of her, his breathing stutter. She didn't mind coming once or twice either, of course. She had never felt this way before.

She felt cold and empty when John pulled away and sat down to tie his construction boots. The act of tying his boots was so simple but was so masculine at the same time. She stood quietly across the kitchen watching the muscles ripple in his forearms as he pulled hard on the string, snugging the boots. She watched as he got up and walked across the kitchen. He kissed her briefly, almost chastely, before he walked out of the door, she smiled as she looked down to see two small clumps of dirt that had fallen off his boots. She felt almost wifely as she bent over to scoop them up and dropped them in the trashcan.

Libby paused and wondered if this was just because she was finally a complete woman, and John was the 'one' or if it was something deeper that she was just realizing. She thought back to when she used to go to John's soccer games and sit quietly by herself, unseen by John and watch him play. Even when he was upset about that coffee shop thing she would go and watch his practices, always from a distance, unseen. She looked for him in the hall at school, and always tried to talk to him. The excitement she felt when she saw him must mean something more. Her heart would speed up a beat or two, her palms getting moist, she would feel herself blush when she saw him. It must be more.

She thought back to the previous evening, the feeling as he penetrated her, the sharp pain as he slid in for the first time, the feeling of warmth as she realized they had become one. Her thoughts had fallen back to the earlier evenings, watching the expression on his face as he came, the tenseness in his body, the rapt fascination as he made her cum, the boy like expression of amazement and wonder as he learned her reactions. She wanted to experience it over and over again. She wanted to make sure he never got bored with her. She determined to keep experiencing new things, to find out his likes and dislikes, to keep it fresh for him.

Once she had determined that this wasn't a short-term crush, and that it was deeper than anything she'd ever felt she walked to the shower with a spring in her step and a contentment she'd never felt before. As she stood in the shower soaping her body her thoughts once again turned to the previous evening. Her nipples began to harden and she felt the tingles as her hands ran lightly over them, the beating of the water providing continuous stimulus while her fingers trailed down her body. Her clit was hypersensitive and she used her clitoral hood to protect the jangle of nerves as her fingers slowly began a circle. She found that her passage was still tender from the night before so she concentrated solely on her clit.

John seemed to know exactly how to rub, the right speed, the right pressure, almost like doing it herself, like now, but different. It was the anticipation of the unexpected that drew her to a fever pitch with John. The crescendo was so much more intense, but harder to achieve with John. She now rose quickly to her orgasm and felt the expanding waves of tingles emanate from her clit, focusing again at her nipples, coursing through her body. Her head went back with eyes closed as she slid slowly down the wall to end up in a heap, the now cooling water gently caressing her body. She started to giggle, then to laugh out loud when she imagined what she looked like, hair across her face, legs spread wide, water running over her while she twitched in the after shocks of her orgasm. She felt like the picture of wantonness and so wanted John to see it, so she could see his excitement, watch him harden, be his sex toy. She wanted him to do what ever he wanted with her, to enjoy her. Her fingers once again sped up as she rose to her second peak.

Her clit had become so sensitive that she had to massage around it until it demanded direct attention. Her legs straightened and her back arched, pushing her pussy up against the relentless rhythmic pressure from the water. The sensation was overwhelming as her body pumped, her legs shaking, her abdomen shuddered once, then again. Her breath exploded from her with each pulse of orgasmic waves... it just kept going on and on... never quite getting as intense as she expected it to but not receding either.

"Ungf! Uhngf! Ohhhh..." As the waves finally began to recede every muscle in her body relaxed, her head lolling to the side.

John and Libby had fallen into a routine over the past two weeks. John would go to work, get off later than he wanted, go home and shower and then go to Libby's apartment. Most of the time, due to parental pressure, John went home after making love with Libby. He hated getting up in the morning to a cold and lonely bed in the darkness and getting dressed to go to work. He loved the few occasions that he was able to stay with Libby through the night and got into the routine where he'd snuggle up to her and just hold her.

His friends had started to call him to ask if everything was ok. They hadn't heard from him since school got out. John was looking forward to tonight. A gathering of the guys and their girlfriends was planned at Danny's house. His folks were away for the weekend and he was having people over to his house for a cookout and pool party. Six couples and a few of the unattached guys would be there. This was his first opportunity to bring Libby into his circle. He was nervous about their acceptance of Libby, they all had seen her around but none of them had really spent any real time with her.

John was still in the ditch-digging category at work, digging forms, backfilling holes and setting up the forms. His nickname had become "college boy" and he was known for being hard working, reliable and smart. His coworkers knew that they could give him a task and get out of the way and he'd get the job done well and quickly. The crew quickly warmed up to John's dry sense of humor and he was accepted by this group of workers that would never do anything other than concrete work.

John was interested in the different types of people that he worked with but he also knew he was different. For him this was a fill-in job, just to generate money until he went off to school, but for the others it was a way of life. There were the two or three guys that had to have a quart bottle of beer to soothe the hangover on the way to the job site, there were the guys that just didn't think. One guy in particular, Doug, just seemed dumber than dirt. If you wanted to find the worst way to do any chore, Doug would find it. John learned a lot by watching Doug working on a task and figuring out what he was doing wrong. Doug's accepted nickname, apparently established long before, was 'Knucklehead'. It wasn't affectionate, but it was accurate. Doug responded to it as if it had been given to him at birth.

As John was just completing the construction of a semi circular sidewalk form at a house scheduled for delivery of concrete the following Monday the skies turned black and the rumble of thunder rattled the windows. After being hit in the head twice with the flat side of a shovel John had sent Doug to sit on the tailgate of his truck as he finished the more intricate parts of the assembly of the form. Doug really was a good guy, he just didn't have the sense to poor piss out of a boot, didn't have the brains that god gave a goose to quack with and all the other phrases that indicate a total lack of comprehension of anything that required common sense. Doug was built like an Adonis and had facial features that drew women like moths to flame. And they found him wherever he was.

As John took his tools to the back of the truck he was introduced to the most recent moths that had sought out the company of Doug. Claire seemed older than Katy and had an intelligent sparkle in her eyes. Katy, however, seemed to be Doug's soul mate, with a vacant "nobody's home" look in her eye.

"Hey John, it's going to rain..." Doug said with an accompanying bright flash of lighting followed almost immediately by an earthshaking peal of thunder. He always had the keen eye for the obvious.

"No shit Doug, really?" Claire laughed and Katy glared.

"John, let's go grab some lunch, Katy and Claire are hungry"

"Doug, with this rain they're going to send us home for the day, I'd really rather just head back to the office and knock off for the day. Then, you can do anything you want."

"Aww come on John! Lets go grab a bite to eat."

"Go ahead Doug, I'm not really into it..."

"My car's at the office, come on it'll only take a couple of minutes."

The plaintive tone to Doug's voice grated on John, He really wanted to get home so he could clean up and call Libby. This just didn't interest him at all. But he had to work with Doug, and it would be worse if Doug was pissed. As many times as he'd been hit in the head by the dumb fucker, imagine if he was pissed and trying to fuck John up.

"Ok, ok, Doug, but we have to make it quick... where d'ya wanna go?"

John stood by and watched as Doug made arrangements to meet the girls at a little Italian place a couple of miles away. Claire took the directions and turned and smiled at John as they walked back to their car.

Once the tools had been put away and they got in the pickup Doug started on John. "Man, I think Claire likes you... and I know that Katy puts out. After lunch whattaya say we head up to the hill and try to get some."

"Doug, I'm really not into it. I just want to get home. I have some things to do tonight."

"Come on man! This is a sure thing! Catch a quickie and then head home."

"Doug I'm really not interested. I'm really not!"

"How can you not be interested? Claire's a fox! And I'll bet she fucks like a mink with no back bone!" John was reticent to tell Doug about Libby. The way Doug handled women like toys for his pleasure really made John sick. He knew that Doug couldn't understand his feelings for Libby. He had a mental image of Doug at 40, divorced three times, with four kids running around, all needing baths and a wife in curlers sitting at the kitchen table drinking her fifteenth cup of coffee and smoking a cigarette while she bitched at him for not getting any work done around the trailer. John shuddered.

"I agreed to do lunch and then I'm heading back to the office and home... That's it."

Doug shut up as they pulled in the parking lot of the restaurant. Claire and Katy were sitting at a table. Of course Doug sat down next to Katy forcing John to slide onto the booth bench next to Claire. Doug leaned over and kissed Katy sticking his tongue forcefully into her mouth and groping her breast right in front of John and Claire.

"Uh huh! So, John," Claire laughed, "ummm, how long have you been doing the cement thing?"

"I just started, I just graduated from high school a couple of weeks ago."

"Oh yeah? Any plans for the fall?"

"Yeah, I'm going to college, I got a soccer scholarship, I'm going to Arizona State, I want to study Architecture."

"You're a soccer player?"

John felt her hand on his leg. "I love soccer players. I love the muscles in their legs." And her hand slid farther up his leg, sliding over the crotch of his jeans pressing down on his hardening cock.

'What the fuck are you doing?' he thought. He'd never been in a situation where he was trying to avoid the advances of a woman. Claire was cute, she had a nice athletic body, her tight shirt molded to a flat stomach and fit the forms of her breasts snuggly. Her makeup was a little heavy but not overly so, she had nice blue eyes and her hair was long and straight. John was amazed to find that he wasn't interested at all. This was an attractive woman, she was obviously interested, evidenced by her hand rubbing his cock through his jeans, a sure sign, but the only thing he could think of was getting out of there to Libby. This was a new experience in John's life in more than one way.

He dropped his napkin on the floor and managed to disentangle her hand from his lap as he bent over to pick it up. As he straightened he slid slightly away from Claire and did his best to fend her off during the rest of the lunch.

As they drove towards the office John noticed that Claire's car was behind them. "John! Turn down this road."

"Shit!" the truck slid a little on the wet roadway as John turned, but he was able to control the heavy beast as they proceeded down the road into a construction site. The parking lot had been cleared, the foundation was built, and the place was empty.

"What the fuck are we doing here Doug?"

"I'm gonna fuck Katy before we get back."

"Bullshit, Doug! I want to get back to the office and get home!"

"Aww come on John! It'll just be a quickie. I'll bet Claire would fuck you if you tried a little"

"Doug, I really, really want to get back to the office! Like now!"

John felt like a mouse in a trap. Events out of his control were happening and his attempts to be polite were apparently going over Doug's head. 'Note to self' John thought. 'Shoot this fucker on Monday! Actually maybe Monday's too late, ok, shoot this fucker now.'

He stopped the truck and Doug hopped out before the truck even came to a complete stop. John opened his door and got out standing next to the truck. He walked around the truck and pulled the tailgate down to sit on as Claire got out of the car and Doug slid in.

The rain had stopped. John loved the smell right after a rain, like the air was clean. It just seemed like everything was so clean. He looked around at the construction site and the woods that surrounded it. He loved the woods, camping, being out doors, fishing and just walking and seeing new stuff.

He snapped back as he felt the truck sag slightly under the weight of Claire settling on the tailgate.

"You don't like me..." Claire said softly.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you don't. I've done everything I can to get you interested short of throwing you down on the ground and fucking your lights out and I'm not getting anywhere. Are you gay or something?" Claire's voice had taken on an almost hopeful tone.

"Hell, no!" John laughed. "What makes you think that?"

"Well... I've never had a guy say no before, maybe... maybe... I was just hoping so it wouldn't be anything wrong with me."

"It isn't anything wrong with you Claire. I'm involved. I have a girl friend and she's important to me."

John glanced at the car parked behind his truck and saw Doug and Katy kissing in the back seat. Katy's head fell back on the seat and John could hear her moan. As he watched, Doug moved over on top of her. John could only see Doug's white ass, starkly white ass, and Katy's face over Doug's shoulder. John knew the exact moment of penetration as displayed on Katy's face. Her eyes rolled back in her head and John and Claire both heard the grunt that Katy made as Doug slid his cock into her.

John was startled when Claire leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Doesn't that look good? Don't you want to feel that, your hard cock sliding into my wet pussy? Come on John I need to get fucked. Fuck me. Please, just fuck me." Claire's hand slid over his hardening cock.

"No!" John said as he pushed himself off the tailgate. He turned and looked one more time as he walked around to the driver's side of the truck, Katy was obvious cumming and he briefly watched as Doug rammed his cock into Katy, held it there, then rammed it home again and held it there, his grunts signaling his spending as deep inside Katy as he could get.

"Give him a ride home when they're finished would you?"

"John! Don't leave... Please!" he heard as he started the engine and threw it into gear spinning tires in his effort to get away. He couldn't understand his reaction. He knew he loved Libby. He knew she was in a class of her own but he still got hard when Doug was fucking that idiot. Claire was just not his type but she still made him tingle as her hand caressed his cock. How could he let himself get into that situation? Why the fuck didn't he just leave when it all started? He felt like he had cheated on Libby even though he'd never made any moves, never did anything during the whole crazy two hours while the whole thing unfolded. The point was he could've easily avoided being in that situation at all, but he didn't. Why?

Libby knew something was wrong as soon as John picked up the phone by the deadpan tone of his voice. "Hey John what's wrong babe?"

"Nothin'..."

"Come on honey, I can tell something's bothering you what's the matter?"

"I don't want to talk about it..."

"Ok ok," thinking that she'd get it out of him later anyway. "When are you coming to get me?"

"Ummm I'm not sure I want to go... I'm tired, I was thinking maybe we could skip it and I'll just crash early."

"You'll crash here?"

"Nah, I'll just crash here..." Always wanting to avoid confrontation John figured he could put it off while he figured out what the hell happened and how to tell Libby about it.

"John, are you embarrassed of me?" Libby asked on the verge of tears.

'Fuck!' John thought, 'I didn't even do anything. Why am I being such a dick. Damn! I can't stand to see Libby unhappy.'

"John, can you come over so we can talk? Please?"

"Libby, I'm sorry, give me a little while and I'll be there, ok? We definitely need to talk."

Libby hung up and it was with great trepidation that she began to get dressed. She wasn't sure what to do. If she just put on lounge around the house clothes, John might get upset because it would look like she didn't want to go hang out with his friends. If she got ready to go out and John didn't want to go she would feel like an idiot. She settled in between with a crop top blouse and a pair of shorts.

She was terrified that there was something wrong, that John was mad, that he'd decided it just wasn't working out. She knew she'd put a lot of pressure on him to spend the night but she so loved waking up next to him, being there for him, making love to him. She tried to put it out of her mind as she dressed but that imminent feeling of panic remained just under the surface.

When John walked up to her apartment door he was almost as nervous as he had been the first time he ever picked her up. He didn't know what to do. He knew he didn't want to hurt Libby but he knew she'd see right through him. He had to tell her something.

"Libby." It was almost a plea as she opened the door and put her arms around him, her head on his chest. The warmth that flowed through his body was almost overwhelming his fears subsiding as he once again took this woman in his arms. "I'm so sorry babe... I love you," he whispered into her hair as his cheek nuzzled the top of her head.

"John, what's wrong? Why didn't you want to come see me?" Her eyes filled with tears. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No Libby, no..." John started out tentatively "There's this guy named Doug... at work... and we were working together when the storm came and..." John continued to spill his guts telling her in detail what happened that afternoon. He even told her his thoughts as he drove away, that he was ashamed that he had gotten hard, that he had been fascinated watching Doug fuck Katy, how his cock had tingled when Claire and rubbed his cock.

The feeling of relief was almost overwhelming as she listened to him. She could handle just about anything except John saying he didn't want to see her anymore. "Is that all?" Libby asked. "Did you... umm do anything with her?"

"No! Libby! I didn't touch her, I didn't kiss her and I didn't want to, but my body wanted to and I can't explain that."

"John, you're a guy. You're human. I think any human would get horny watching someone have sex, even people that they normally wouldn't think of in a sexual manner. Honey, the fact that it bothered you just proves to me again that you love me. Any other guy would've done it with Claire. I never would've known. But John, it makes me wonder if..." John watched the blush creep over Libby's face. "It makes me wonder if, we should try... ummm new things... uh, I mean..."

Libby dropped her head and looked at her lap, her hair falling over her eyes, effectively shielding herself from John. John reached over and gently pushed Libby's hair out of her eyes.

"Libby," a quiet whisper, "You make me very happy, I like... being with you. Do you mean you want to..." John's turn to blush and he felt a rising panic racing through his body. "Do you mean you want to... see others? I mean other guys?"

"No! No! Do you? Girls I mean! Um... do you want to see other girls?"

"No I don't, Libby. I love you."

"What I meant, you goof, is that we can try new things... with each other. We can experiment with new things, try stuff."

The relief almost made John giddy, he struggled to control the giggle that desperately wanted to come out. He knew this was hard for Libby. He almost controlled the grin.

"Like what? I mean I'm not that experienced, you know that."

"Well we found out you like to watch people screw today right? Maybe we could ummm..." John could tell she was screwing up her courage, "Uh, maybe we could like, rent a video, or something and watch it... together I mean."

"A porno?" the incredulity in his voice was almost palpable.

"Yeah we could watch one, or maybe we could... like... go to one of those seedy theaters. Together, and um, watch one..."

The relief that coursed through John's body was incredible, was all encompassing. "You're kidding!?"

Libby loved the boyish expression on John's face, the expression of discovery, the expression of amazement, the same expression he had when they made love.

"John, you have to promise me something, and I'll promise too."

"Ok... What do I have to promise?"

"That we'll always talk about this stuff, if something's bothering you, if you want to try something, if you don't like something we want to try... Promise?"

John took Libby into his arms and as his nose came into contact with hers he looked deeply into her eyes and whispered, "We'll always talk Libby, I'll always love you." His head tilted slightly as their lips came together.

Her lips were soft and parted slowly, her tongue tentatively reached out to meet his. The emotion that flowed through his body was almost overbearing as he held her in his arms. She leaned back pulling him with her onto the couch as their kiss deepened. She felt him harden between them. He felt her hand slide to his belt, loosening the buckle and undoing the button of his jeans. Her hand slid into his pants and wrapped gently around his now throbbing cock.

"I want to make all your fantasies come true, John. I want to be your sex toy. I want to be everything you've always wanted in a woman. Just tell me. Just, tell me what you want."

"Tonight I want to show you off, I want you to meet my friends, and I want them to know how lucky I am. Oh GOD, that feels good Libby."

Her hand slid up and down the length of his cock. "Do you want to cum before we go John? Can I make you cum first?" She tilted to the side so John slid off of her, her hand, still between them, stroking his cock. "Tell me what you want John, do you want me to make you cum with my hand do you want me to jerk you off? Or do you want to fuck me? Do you want to slide into my wet pussy?"

John had never heard Libby talk this way and it excited him more than he knew it could.

"Oh god Libby you're going to make me cum, you're so... incredible, ohh. I can't hold it... mmm I can't hold it long... uh."

"Did you like it when she felt your cock, did you like watching Doug fuck her? Did you watch her face?"

"I did... I liked... watching... her cum... ohhh... when Doug stuck his cock into her"

Libby felt her pussy dampen and a rush of tingles as John spoke, his deep voice breaking, stuttering as she continued to stroke his hard cock. It felt like a velvet-covered shaft of steel, hard but smooth as she ran her fingers up and down the length. She felt John twitch with each stroke and felt John's hand leave her breast sliding lower over her stomach, his intention clear. She desperately wanted to feel his touch, to feel his fingers slide between her lips, to gather her juices and to caress her clit, then penetrate her finding that spot that gave her so much pleasure, but she wanted to focus on him right now even more.

"No, John, don't touch, you can look but you can't touch."

She rolled him over onto his back as she sat up. She pulled his jeans down over his hips, with one hand while never stopping her stroking with her other. Sitting on her knees, she looked down at him as her hand stroked him.

"John, I want to make you cum. I want to watch you cum. Then it'll be my turn."

Libby watched intently as her hand slid up and down the length of John's cock. She liked the twitches John made as her hand passed over the ridge at the base of the crown. She smeared the clear liquid that gathered at the small opening at the top and watched as John's muscles tensed with each stroke. Her other hand reached down to hold John's sack, grasping gently, watching as they began to recede into his body, tensing in preparation of unloading.