Chapter 34: Moving Ahead, Full Throttle

The excitement of the week had drained me – both mentally and physically – enough that I crashed at 10:00pm Saturday night. But Sunday was a new day, and after a full breakfast (hotcakes included), and a long shower, I was ready to rock. It was cloudy and cold, making the bike ride to Mary's house a chilling experience. Both cars were there, when I rode around back and knocked. Mary opened the door with a lightly sarcastic, "Well ... remember me... ?" Before I could come up with a clever one-liner, she put her mouth on mine. It felt great to be back with this sexy girl, and the moment increased in excitement when I felt Laura's arms around my waist from behind. Between little kisses with both girls, I took a fair amount of ribbing ... but all of it was good natured. Without of lot of extra talk, we moved toward the bedroom. The girls stripped each other quickly, then got on their knees in the middle of the mattress. Mary got behind Laura, and presented her young, sleek, athletic body to me – as if I needed any incentive ... I could see that Laura's bush was now in full bloom – so unlike when we had met weeks and weeks earlier. I got out of my clothes, and had just started to press myself on Laura, when Mary said, "Are you ours, I mean ... REALLY ours... ? I said something slick, like "You better believe it, girl".

Then the two of then guided me down to my back, and took command. Mary centered Laura in a straddle over my growing Dick, then she licked her fingers, and put them into Laura's pussy, while giving her a couple of kisses above. When she lowered Laura down on me, she said, "Good to go, Davey?" ... I nodded as if to say "of course", but then Mary climbed aboard my face, lowering her pussy to my lips, while facing and reaching for Laura above. Both sexy girls were now on top of me, and started moving ... they got penetration from my Dick and my tongue, while they were free to play with each other. I couldn't see a thing, but I could hear them kissing above me. They talked to each other, acting like I wasn't even there. Then both picked up the intensity and the speed of their grinding ... and when Mary tightened her legs, squeezing my head as she tried harder to get off ... for a few seconds, I couldn't see anything, NOR hear anything – except to pick up noises they were making as they pressed on me. After they finally reached their peak and yelled out, I felt their weight on me as they relaxed. I think it was the second time I had felt two girls cum at exactly the same moment.

Mary slowly dismounted me, and moved over to Laura, who lowered herself down to lick my face ... she observed... "ummmm, you kind of taste good...", making Mary giggle. Once Laura had finished her work on me, she and Mary kissed, then they laid down beside me ... I said "thanks for the nice welcome..." Then I started explaining where I'd been and what it all meant. – I really wanted to tell them about my big jump to the second year of High School, but I kept it inside, knowing that in a few days, I could give them the full story ... Also, I figured that since I had weathered the early storm of verbal abuse, it now might be my turn – especially since I had just made both my girls cum so hard.

I brought Mary up a little, getting her chin to rest on my chest ... then I asked Laura to update me on "Gina" ... I got the same disgusted reaction as she'd shown in the Grocery store... "That ended before it began...", she explained. "That lady has an attitude ... she came by the store a couple of times, wanting to talk to me on my lunch break ... but I let her know that after her visit here, I just didn't think it would work out for us. She wanted me to come to her house for a few days, so she could persuade me – but I said ' NO '..." I didn't want to put Laura any more on the spot, so I asked her about something else... "Hey, I wanted to ask you today ... do you know a Kimberly Hamilton at WC?" Laura perked up a little, then said... "Oh, you must mean ' Kimmie '... " I said that we "could" be talking about the same girl ... then once we exchanged descriptions, we confirmed it Laura asked "Where were you that you would meet HER?" I told her about Kimberly being at our school, to observe teaching methods and students, as part of her courses in Education at WC. Laura then reconfirmed that we were talking about the same girl, with a "Yeah, that's her..."

Then I said..."So you call her ' Kimmie '? She doesn't strike me as a ' Kimmie '..." Mary, though not bored with our little talk, then put her right hand on my Dick and started pumping me back to life. Laura said, "well ... I'll say this ... the girl is very, very focused on becoming a Teacher ... she's a kind of ' all work & no play – and no nonsense ' type ... the only place you see her other than class is in the Library, with a bunch of books opened in front of herself, frantically taking notes". I gave her a quizzical look, then she continued, "Nobody knows much about her ... she's not in any of any clubs, just the ones for academic honors, and she doesn't date at all ... she's really a loner" "So why do you call her ' Kimmie '?", I wondered. Laura then admitted that nobody called her that to her face, but it was a pet name they gave her behind her back. Somehow Laura's description fascinated me. For myself, I thought this Kimberly – or if you prefer, ' Kimmie ' – was a fascinating girl ... Mary then turned me over, and started sucking my Dick vigorously. I put my hand on top of her head, encouraging her to do more ... while Laura started stroking my chest and shoulders. I said to Laura, "do you find her attractive, at all?" As Mary climbed on top of me and stuck my Dick in her pussy, Laura admitted..."wellll, I guess ... in a nerdy sort of way ... but why... ?" Mary was now in full throttle, with me inside her for the first time in days. I helped her by bringing my knees up a little behind her back, so she could drop her pussy up and down on me ... it gave me a more straight up thrust in her, making her look at me with more evil intentions.

But I was still locked into the conversation with Laura. "What if I see if I can get to know her a little, maybe get her interested, and bring her over to you two, sometime in the future... ?" Laura scoffed at the idea, but Mary – now with her hands tightly gripping my shoulders and pounding harder, blurted out "Bring her over here and we'll all FUCK HER, OK? But for now, give me ALL you've GOT, GODDAMMIT!" Both girls laughed a little, but Mary simply drove harder. With Laura now pushing Mary in the lower back, she worked herself into a fuck angle that ensured a huge finish ... the "OHHHH" she burst out with seemed every bit like something she'd been saving for me. When Mary collapsed on me, her sweaty body felt terrific on my skin. Laura gently kissed Mary's back, all the way down to her butt ... when Laura continued with tiny kisses on Mary's cheeks, Mary winced with little happy snickers.

Mary finally sat up, ran her hands thru her hair, and said... "Finally, we ride again ... boy, you are the best FUCK I've ever had..." We laughed, then Mary said, "I'm dying for something to drink...", and she got herself up and on her way to the kitchen ... when she hit the bedroom doorway, she leaned back and told us... "if the girl is willing, get her in here ... I promise you we'll take good care of her..." Laura looked at me with anticipation, but I think she was just mulling over the possibility of a new "adventure" ... so I told her I'd "do the best" I could. By the time Mary returned, I had caught my energy and was on top of Laura, pounding her very, very hard. Laura blurted out, "next time you come to the store, I'll take us to a hiding place, and we can fuck during my break..." I said, "rrrright..." and drilled her until she exploded ... then as soon as she got her bearings, she demanded to suck me ... all I can say is, the three of us made up for much lost time, in about two hours. I needed a shower after my soft drink and all the excitement ... after I dried off and got dressed, I left my two girls in a complete embrace, under the cover in the bedroom. It was very, very cold pedaling home, but I held on to a lot of the warmth I'd felt for the better part of the morning.

Monday was a much nicer day, with temps predicted in the high 40's. Because I had DT in the afternoon, I took my bike to school. A very wrapped up Carly & Carmen met me at the bike rack, then we stepped into the gym, just to get warm ... Carly brought me up to speed on some things we had talked about earlier ... with Carmen listening intently, Carly reminded me of our talks about "dating", and how we should start with my visiting her house so her parents could see me, and eventually get used to me. I looked at Carmen, whose smile never left her face. Then I said, "well, what if all three of us get together at your house?" The girls looked at each other, snickered a little, then said almost simultaneously, "EXACTLY" ... I happily said, "OK, great idea, just say when..." I let them know that this was a critical week for after school stuff, but I said that the following week would work out great. Now with something to plan, my two beauties touched me on each arm, then sped away to class. Good beginning for the week, I thought.

Classes flew by on this day, then it was time for Driver Training. My stint in the car went really well with Mr. Wilder. After doing drills in the parking lot and out on some of the more empty streets, we even hit the highway and drove about 5 miles. Mr. Wilder said that highway driving was the easiest, but that controlling speed and looking out for crazy drivers played the biggest role in getting everywhere safely. When we returned, I waited as my Instructor completed a few notes on his clipboard, then he took us inside. "David, you've done well, son ... now on Wednesday, I will give you the written test ... if all goes according to plan, we'll hit the street on Friday for your driving test – so polish up on everything, will you... ?" "Damn right, Sir" I said, then I faked a little embarrassment at my language. He grabbed me by the shoulder, merely saying "You remind me of Burt, both of you are competitive young men ... now be safe on the way home..." I made sure I checked the mail when I arrived there ... but other than an electric bill, there was "NADA" ... it was my top priority to intercept that letter from the School Administration, so I could stay on the plan my stepfather had laid out.

Tuesday morning was much nicer, so just for sporting purposes, I took my bike to school. When I rode up, Carly was there to greet me, and on this day, she was alone... "Carmen called last night and said she wouldn't be in today ... something about her family going to a meeting at the School District ... sooo, I was thinking how nice it would be to see you and have you all to myself this afternoon ... ummm, do you have time??" I looked down, and saw that Carly (wearing a very nice pair of knee socks under a scottish-style flannel skirt) had now straddled my front tire, and was gripping my handlebars, waiting for my answer. I threw up my hands, and said, "Girl, looks like there is no escaping you today ... I'll see you at the house..." but before I could finish, my beauty said " ... as soon as I can get there, Babe..." Several times during the day, I felt tiny lightning bolts go thru me, as I imagined touching Carly – and licking her underneath her checkered skirt. Then as I was leaving school, I saw ' Kimmie ' in the hallway ... the woman was not looking up from her notes, so I purposely bumped into her a little ... but enough that I reached out to steady her ... when I apologized for being clumsy, she perked up when she saw it was me ... then said... "OH, Mrs. Norman's class tomorrow, right?" I said, "absolutely... ! and thanks " She smiled, then I let some distance get between us in the hallway, before I said, "Hey... !" out to her ... looking around to see everyone scurrying for the outer doors, I said "Wear a dress, OK?" She looked at me, apparently a little puzzled, but then waved and ducked into the school office.

Carly was at my back door at just the right time ... the afternoon had gotten a bit colder, so I had bolted up the hill a few minutes early, to turn on the heat at the house. Without a single word, we melted into each others' arms and into a long embrace. I heard my girl say softly, "sometimes I just need you for myself..." I brought her face to mine, and said "Girl, when did you last shower... ?" "Thissss morrrning...", she carefully responded. " Let's spiff up a little, want to... ?" She practically jumped up into my arms, and we laughed and kissed our way to the shower, bumping into the wall a couple of times. I started the water, and we were under it, getting completely wet, hair and all, in just seconds ... I kissed Carly all over her body, diving into her pussy and staying there for awhile, with my hands working up an down those strong, long, beautiful legs. I made her explode, with the shower shooting water all over her head and face. She choked a little, but with my help, she was able to clear her throat and take more love from me ... When we got out of the shower, we had to go to work on her long black hair ... I assured her that I would help her dry it, so we could get in bed together, but when I saw her put the towel briskly to her hair, I took my own small towel, and went to work "drying" her bush...

"Big help YOU are", she laughed, as she thumped me on top of my head. I cheerfully remarked, "well, just want to make sure all is in order down here, before I return to FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT..." Carly didn't laugh this time, she just opened her legs a little to accept my tongue ... Not wanting to wait until we were perfectly dry, I asked her to put the towel around her head, and "let's get in bed now..." The house was now getting very comfortable, and with the heat that we brought from the shower to the bed, it all felt terrific. Carly laid down in front of me, and after she tightened her "head piece", she stretched out on the mattress, just to let me see all of her. There is a standard rule, folks – something I may have mentioned once before to all of you – that when a beautiful girl with long hair, puts her hair up ... it makes her tits look bigger ... and I verified that when I looked at my girl ... Carly moved slowly back-n-forth, rolling on the mattress left-n-right, with her tits moving freely too. This appealing and beautiful girl was starting to become an incredibly sensuous WOMAN. When I could stand it no more, I leaned down to kiss her ... with her saying, " love me all over..."

I used the better part of the next 90 minutes to please my girl, and did things I'd never thought to do before ... with this rare total freedom, I licked her beautiful toes, I licked up the crack of her round butt, I buried my tongue in both her ears, and I gave her a body massage that drove her crazy. Carly jumped and took my Dick in her mouth, stroking me nicely. I wanted to stretch out my enjoyment, but had to follow her orders when she yelled out, "give it to me ... it's mine" ... I gave her four of the fullest, most complete shots of cum that I could manage, and she "ummed" as she swallowed each of them individually. Then my girl kept me hard with a firm hand grip, and climbed aboard to fuck me her way. There was a look of "loving evil" in her eyes, as she pounded on me from above. I reached up and pulled off her head piece, letting her hair fall on my face and chest. I don't think she opened her eyes for minutes, until she was ready to get herself off. I gave back as hard as I could, not wanting to tease her. When she came, she gave a heartfelt, desperate "OHHHH BABY..." then fell on top of me in exhaustion. Carly's body shook when I gave her a couple of throbs fom my Dick, still between her legs. When I rolled her over to my side, we held each other from top to bottom ... then out of the clear blue, she said "is it okay that I love Carmen, too... ?" I told her I fully understood, and that I thought it was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen... "Babe, you were there to see the unbelievable change she went through ... we both had a role in her starting to open up – and feel. I'm pretty proud of that, and I think it is incredible that the two of you should want to be so close..." I got a lot firmer hug, and a small "ummmm" from my girl. Then she shot up, and "the woman" in her took over... "I'm going to have a real mess to explain, unless I brush out my hair..." then she skipped into the bathroom in an effort to salvage her hair. She returned in about five minutes, and I greeted her with a pepsi on ice. She looked great to me, but that may have had something to do with my focusing primarily on all points SOUTH of her hair. We sat up and enjoyed the next few minutes, then I asked if she noticed how dark it was outside. We agreed that she would call her parents to let them know she was biking home – with a friend along for protection. She called, and they "urged" her to get the hell back there. When we lit down the street, I had to pick up my own bike ... and wouldn't you know, the GODS were with me (and us) on this evening ... the only car in the driveway was the black FALCON.

My stepfather had put up an outdoor portable light, streaming from above, into the engine area of the car. I went to grab my bike, with my beautiful girl alongside. My stepfather looked up, and put 1-and-1 together. "Hey young lady, uhhh ... suppose I put the hood down, and you two jump in the car – let's get you home..." Carly's bike fit nicely into our trunk, then the three of us were off to Carly's address. I put her between us, and every time he looked across at me to say something, he glanced at her. When we got to her house, I took her toward the door (saying, "think of something, fast") ... then her front door swung open, as we got within 20 feet or so of her porch. Both parents were looking on, as we hustled forward, with her bike in between us. After they stepped out on the porch, I said "we got a little hung up on some of the study questions, but I think we'll both be ready for the test tomorrow..." Her Mom looked at me, and I wasn't perfectly sure that she "bit" my story ... but when I offered Carly's bike to her Dad, they looked fairly relieved. Her Dad walked past us and went out to our car on the curb. I saw him lean down to speak with my stepfather, but then he quickly returned, saying "everything's fine, he gave her a lift home so she wouldn't have to ride her bike in the cold..." The four of us exchanged semi-accepting looks, then they shut the door. When I got back in the car, I said "Whatever you said, thank you so much..." My stepfather grinned, and said "What... ?", modestly. Then about halfway home, he said "so, what do you prefer, blonds or brunettes, son?" We laughed at that one, after I realized that the wheels were once again turning in his head.

When we reached our own driveway, we had hell to pay in about 3 minutes. She wanted to know "Where that ugly spotlight came from", and "why did he LEAVE IT ON all night?" (In truth, the "all night" amounted to a time frame of dusk to maybe 5:45, when she came home ... essentially amounting to 20 minutes of "horrible energy waste", at the most). We tried our best to put out the fire ... he told her we had to run out on a quick errand, then I did my part, and got some clothes out of the dryer and folded them nicely, before bringing them into the house. Little did SHE know just how MUCH she'd have to get frustrated over, in the coming days.

I checked with Carly & Carmen at the bike rack early Wednesday, and caught myself before blurting out questions to Carly ... she put her arm in mine, and said, "It's OK, I told Carmen everything... " So then Carly told me that things were smoothed over fairly well at her house ... that everything was good... "Imagine this ... my Mom suggested the next 'study session' be at OUR house..." We laughed out loud over that turn of events. Then Carly said, "but first, Carmen wants to ask you something... " Carmen looked me straight in the eye, and said "can I have some time alone with you, too... ?" Carly put her head on my shoulder, obviously giving me her full blessing to say "YES" ... I gave Carmen a little hug, and promised to call her...

My biggest focus on the day after that convenient little twist ... was Driver Training – in what I hoped would be my next to last class. When I went into Mrs. Norman's classroom, I saw a very fine looking girl waiting patiently in the back row of desks ... it had slipped my mind that THIS was the day for Kimberly to observe our class. Some of the teachers wanted the students to sit in the same desks every class, but others never brought it up. So on this day, I moved to the back of the room, and sat down to the left of Miss Hamilton, leaving an empty desk between us. I cracked open the window behind me "to get a little fresh air" – but mostly to set up an alibi in case I was grilled over my new seat selection in the class. While everyone else was settling in for class, I told Kimberly how nice she looked, as I took in her legs for the first time, and saw what appeared to be satisfaction on her face. Also I thought it was great that she HAD worn a dress, and that she had folded her ankles together and angled her pretty legs in my direction. As she was about to speak back, in came the intimidating figure of Mrs. Norman ... she was near 6', with sticky, fully gray short hair ... when I looked at her I thought of the German menace "Brun Hilda" ... and, remembered that she never smiled. Her only goal was to have the students learn the lesson, with no fun or foolishness along the way. After a few minutes, I resorted to a 3rd grade trick, and put a small folded note on the seat of the desk that was between Kimberly and I. She looked down, and carefully pulled it to her, when Mrs. Norman had her back to the class. I had asked Kimberly if we could talk just for a second after the bell. Not wanting to take any chances at the moment, she simply nodded "yes". The class went fine, but then we were all warned of a quiz coming on Friday ... then pretty soon, the bell sounded. I got up quickly, purposely leaving Kimberly behind. When she hit the door and the hallway, she looked in both directions, and found me standing down to her left, at least two classrooms from her – good thing I was tall, and a fairly easy target to see.

She came down the hallway with a smile, saying, "Wow, she's pretty tough – I'm not sure if I want to copy her teaching style..." But I countered with, "you look terrific today ... in fact, where are you tomorrow afternoon?" She thought a little, then said she had a 6th period class to cover over in "C" wing. That was practically the length of the campus away from my 6th period room, so I casually asked if she'd like to meet at McDonald's for a drink, before going home. "I've got a lot to catch up on, buttt ... I guess it would be OK ... what will we talk about?" she asked innocently ... I just said "You seem like a very nice lady, I just have a lot of questions for you..." She wrinkled her nose, but then recovered with a smile and said, "right after final bell?" I nodded a quick yes, then we split in different directions.

The mood was all business when I walked into Room 213 at the High School. Already on my desk was a stapled test, face down. Without any hesitation, I sat down and waited for my instructions from Mr. Wilder. "OK, David ... today is your practice test. After you are finished, we'll go over the questions, see how you did, and then if you ' pass', we'll talk about your road test on Friday – but that's only if you do well today..." I hadn't seen him this businesslike in the past few classes, but I kept my composure and followed his instructions. He gave me a reminder of a couple of the finer points of "the Fruits of the Spirit" (his baby, all the way) ... then said, "Good Luck, Son..." I put everything out of my mind, went thru the questions 1-by-1, and felt that I got all the basics – signs, road warnings, right-of-way, and speed sections done – but then I went to the harder Q's, like "how many people were killed in 1962 on America's highways" ... there were at least three of the five multiple choice answers that looked good to me.

Of the questions I'd saved for last, all were taken from lists and graphs in the Manual – something that I had only glanced at ... as I realized too late. So you could say that my last 4-5 answers were "guesses", at best. After I checked all my choices, I flipped the test packet over, and looked up. "You have to make 70% to pass at DMV ... but my rule is 80% here first – or we start back at the beginning...", he warned. DAMN ... then I did the math, and realized that a total of 5 mistakes would result in "80"-- barely passing on his scale. Mr. Wilder then proceeded to call out the answers, and I soon found that only "1" of my guesses was wrong ... giving me a "96" ... I got my first smile of the day from the Big Guy, then he said, "Now go out and celebrate, then get yourself back in here on Friday, and we'll go do the Road Test – in fact, if you can have one of your parents bring you in, we'll take the test in the car you will be driving... !" That was a terrific statement to end on ... now all I had to do was somehow have my stepfather around in a couple of days – at this point, I was frustrated, thinking of his "On Call" status at the Terminal.

I was still mulling over that thought many blocks later, then I aimed my bike at the mailbox as I got home ... and HERE was the envelope that I had been expecting from the end of last week. "GUILFORD COUNTY / GREENSBORO CITY SCHOOLS / OFFICE OF THE SUPERINTENDENT..." was evidence enough of the contents for me. This ranked right up there with the wad of cash in my wallet, as the "most important paper" in my life to date. I got the bright idea of stashing it at Vi's house up the hill, until my stepfather came home, so we could execute our big plan. When I got up there, I put it in a cabinet – far out of reach to anyone, except a guy with my height and reach ... HAAA! With that little item secured, I took a walk thru the house ... and I was SO GLAD I was not beside the telephone when it blasted rings out into the house.

This phone had never RUNG in the time that I had become "caretaker" ... so I hesitated before I picked it up – but then I remembered I had a perfectly explainable reason for being there... "Hello?" I said confidently, following ring 7 or 8 ... there was a pause at the other end, but then someone said "David – DAVEY?" I knew that pretty voice, and blurted out "VI?!?" "Hi there, is everything all right in Greensboro... ?" she cheerfully asked. I told her the house was looking good, and that I was thinking I'd have some names to send her, very soon. She was somewhat excited to hear that, but quickly turned back her focus to catching up with me. I told her my life was pretty much the same as always, but that I missed her, too. She brought me up to speed on the time at her parents' Farm, and how much Rhonda was enjoying her new surroundings. She mentioned that she had started a part-time job, and how great it was to pitch in a few bucks for groceries for the four of them, then sock the rest into the bank – for their future.

It was great to hear her voice, and feel her playfulness again. I told her how much I appreciated the $$ she'd left for me, as well as her trust. "I went thru a very trying situation, but you cared for me during that time, and you were there for me all the way... ' trust ' never was an issue for us..." she replied. I thanked her for her kind words, and told her I wish I could get up to see her at the farm, to have her take us to a secret place – where we could catch up "for real" ... Vi giggled a little, and said, "you know, I've been thinking about something ... you can't come to me, because there would be too many questions ... I can't come to you, because we would attract too much attention on your street – I wouldn't want you to get in trouble ... buttt, at the same time, I'm thinking ... since you are ' the man ' who gave me so many new experiences ... it may be time for a little reunion ... would you like that... ?"

Without hesitation, I replied, "Woman, tell me where and when..." She laughed a few seconds, then lowered her voice, to tell me "In all my life, I've never been to a motel ... you know, to be with ... I mean, to make love with someone..." It is one of my fantasies that pops up every now and then. Could we plan something like that, one afternoon, or maybe on a Saturday, down your way... ?" I answered confidently, "like I said, sweet Girl, tell me where and when..." "Awwww, you sound like you need it as much as I do..." she told me, then she kept scheming... "Tell you what, call me 9am Saturday morning, I'll have a plan for us ... that way I don't have to find you ... will that work... ?... "I've got your number, be by the phone, OK?" I asked of her. "Bye, can't wait...", Vi said, a second before she went on her way.

With TWO missions accomplished, I shot back down the hill, as dusk moved in. WHEN the HELL would he be back, so we could rock-n-roll? I called Mary, while I kept an eye on the driveway ... the girl answered her phone in the usual cheerful way, then informed me that Laura had just gone down on her... "at your Dad's house?", I practically yelled out. There was some giggling in the background, then Mary confidently said..."You learn to pick your spots, Sir..." "OK", was my reaction ... Mary picked up the conversation, saying "you know, Laura has the afternoon off tomorrow, but I have some errands I need to do for my Dad at his Real Estate office. How about you guys talk, and maybe you can plan something... ?" I asked Mary to put her on... "Hi there, you know ... YOU just missed out "...".Laura teased. I said a quick, "tell me about it ... in fact, why don't you and I meet at Mary's other house tomorrow afternoon, maybe 4:30, and you can tell me and SHOW ME all about it..." "That sounds great ... but why such a late start?" I said "I've got to go now, but just figure I'll be running an errand – maybe for BOTH of us – right before I get to the house..." "OK" was her short reply, then we hung up ... I checked the time, knowing "the mother of the house" was to hit our driveway in only a minute or so.