Things that Happen Between the Planned Entertainment and Goodnight
Rob and Mary entered Gino's Greasy Spoon, followed closely by Dwayne and Louise. Rob stopped in the main aisle and looked around, muttering, "Can't do the back booths -- they've got a rep, now. Besides, they're a zoo..." Sure enough, there were a number of even younger couples fooling around back there, obviously intent upon living up to the recent local legends. Rob negotiated briefly with the waitress and the two couples ended up in an off-side booth along the window -- highly visible. "Maybe this is a bit public for you two to come out, but we need to do this -- it's a response to Claudette's bullshit, mostly..."
"It's fine," Dwayne assured him. Louise was VERY nervous -- but also highly excited! This was just about as public a claim on Dwayne as she could make -- and the jacket draped over her shoulders made it even more clear...
Others noticed, too -- in fact, Dwayne and Louise eclipsed Rob and Mary somewhat. This was all pretty unexpected, and brought stony expressions to the faces of one or two females present while they suffered under the dual realization that Dwayne had been eligible for some time and they'd missed it, and that arguably he was already taken! And by Louise, for God's sake! How did THAT happen? Girls couldn't get a handle on it at all; boys instinctively assumed that sex was involved, especially given the fact that Louise was suddenly looking halfway decent...
Claudette Pinkersley was there, surrounded by her coterie of hangers-on. Having Rob and Mary there, obviously doing well, was a major thorn in her side, but she held her peace on the subject, because anything she said at this point would merely ruin her credibility. The discovery that Dwayne Hansen had apparently managed to secure feminine company was equally unwelcome as it limited her available targets; Dwayne would have been easy to cow and would have made a decent escort, properly instructed, even though he lacked Rob's charisma. Well, she would bide her time -- something else would come along...
Something else was Ted Phipps. Granted, he didn't present himself to Claudette directly -- but he made himself highly visible by leaning on the end of the booth the two couples were occupying, actively ogling Louise's cleavage, and remarking, "So! It IS you! When did you decide to come out and play with the big kids, Louise?"
"Excuse me?" Louise blinked confusion.
"Those hooters still healing?" Ted leered. "What other plastic surgery did you get? Did they puff up your lips?"
"N-no..." Louise stammered.
Dwayne started to fume. "Louise didn't get any surgery, Ted."
"Right," Ted declaimed dubiously. "I'll believe THAT when I see it." He leered at Louise, "Wanna show me, Sweet Thang?"
"N-no," Louise sputtered.
"See?" Ted argued, grinning. "If they were real, she'd have no problem..."
"Baring her tits in public?" Rob scoffed. "What planet are you from, Ted?"
"Hey, I'm just trying to get at the truth!" Ted argued. "You can't tell me that she managed to hide them all this time, even in those scarecrow outfits she wears! This is, like, the second time I've ever seen her in anything approaching decent..."
"It's true," Mary argued. "If you'd seen the bra she's been wearing -- it's a truss, and two sizes too small, at least!"
Ted made a mock grimace. "Ouch! Sounds painful! You into masochism, there, Sweet Thang? You like pain?"
"What?" Louise was having a hard time keeping up, struggling against amazement at Ted's rude comments and overbearing personality.
Ted shook his head. "I can't believe that you went to all this effort for Dwayne -- no offense, Buddy, but jeez..." Dwayne went red at the implied disparagement of his sexual capabilities. "Don't get all tied down, now, with the first boy who looks at you close! You need experience! Come around and see me, and I'll show you how guys do it who know what they're doing!"
"I don't think that Louise is gonna be interested in anything you've got to offer, Ted," Dwayne interjected, his voice ominous. "I've seen how you treat girls."
"Me, either," Louise slipped in quietly.
Ted grunted. "Huh! I've seen YOU, too, you know!" He shook his head, smiling superciliously. "You couldn't hold onto Darla Jean even with help! All I have to do is sit back and wait..."
"Man, stay away from Louise!" Dwayne growled.
"Or you'll do what?" Ted taunted.
"He'll collect three good friends and pound your ass to a pulp," Rob interjected. "Since I'll be one of them, finding two more shouldn't take any effort -- especially with YOUR track record!"
Overmatched, Ted started to disengage. "It'd take that!" he offered as a parting shot.
"It'd take a good deal less, actually," Rob countered, "We just wouldn't want to exert ourselves too much to do a good job."
Dwayne sat fuming, grateful for his friend's ability to win verbal engagements. Louise sat eyeing Ted as if he were a snake. Finally, she said quietly, "I don't like him..."
"You should stay away from Ted," Dwayne warned. "He hasn't treated a girl right yet, and I'm not sure he ever will! If he bothers you -- at all -- you tell me right away, okay?"
"Yes, Dwayne." Louise's instinctive response embarrassed both of them.
Mary took it up. "Ted is tricky, and he's a blackmailer. He'll try to manipulate you into doing something that will give him leverage over you -- and then things will get worse and worse. Stay away from him -- and if he starts something, and you don't feel like you can tell Dwayne about it, tell ME, and I'LL put the dogs on him, okay?"
"Okay," Louise said quietly. This little incident had scared her no end, largely because he HAD tried to manipulate her, right there in front of everybody -- and if they'd been alone, undoubtedly it would have worked, if only because she would have reacted to his aura of control...
Claudette watched all this from a distance. She didn't have to hear the exchange to know what was going on -- the visuals were plenty. But they pointed up Ted, who was, frankly, better looking than Dwayne, anyway, with his dark, curly hair and handsome face. Besides, Ted had an aura about him -- a dangerous aura, to be sure, but anything was better than nothing, and Claudette was certain that she could find uses for it. "Wait here," she said to her entourage, and she got up to intercept Ted on his way to another table. "That didn't seem to go well," she observed.
Ted was seriously irritated, but he controlled his temper. "Just learning who my friends are," he grunted.
"You can't say nasty things about people and expect them to be in your corner," Claudette replied. "Surely you know that. You've been stepping on Dwayne pretty hard..."
"Yeah," Ted grunted. "I guess not." Why had Miss Cotton Candy accosted him? "But he didn't back my action over our little party with Darla Jean, so now there are two stories. I figure he screwed me first."
"I don't," Claudette countered. "I hear you didn't treat Dwayne any better than you did Darla Jean at that 'party'..."
"Maybe," Ted grunted. "So -- what? -- you're my conscience or something?"
"I just thought I'd offer you some advice," Claudette replied coolly. "Sometimes, you slip up and mar what could be a pretty good reputation." She eyed the foursome at the table. "Why are you bothering to try to steal a wallflower like Louise from Dwayne, anyway?"
Ted stopped to examine his motives: Revenge, ego, mild irritation at a missed opportunity... "I only wanted to borrow her for a bit and get a good look at those fake..." Claudette's frown of disapproval stopped him. "What?"
"Not in public. Not that loudly. Shall we go sit somewhere?"
Ted blinked. The Snow Queen had already passed more words with him than she had ever done before, even when politeness dictated it because she was running with Rob. Just what did this mean? "All right." He led her to the booth where he'd dropped his jacket.
Claudette seated herself with great ceremony after tugging his wrist momentarily in a successful effort to get him to remain standing during the procedure. Ted opened his mouth, shut it, and glared -- but this was better than the loud corrections to his manners she'd delivered while she was running with Rob. In fact, it was more like the subtle stuff she used to keep Rob tuned... Warily, he settled across from her and waved for her to continue.
Well aware of the visual evidence of conspiracy, at least, Claudette leaned forward, "You were going to say that you think that Louise has changed her physical appearance?"
"Yeah. Those..." Ted thought about it -- did he stand to gain anything by playing Claudette's little games? No... "... tits of hers..."
Claudette's mouth twisted in distaste, but she said nothing. You had to give them SOME room, or they got all prickly... "I'm pretty sure they're all natural, Ted -- she's just been hiding them."
"How do you hide THAT?" he demanded.
"Well, you've SEEN what she WEARS..." Claudette clucked her tongue. "Louise is... repressed... at home, according to rumor. I know from gym class that she wears some pretty restrictive foundation garments -- and that they're a bit too small..."
Ted shrugged. "Doesn't matter. It LOOKS different, which gives me an opening to claim it IS different, and it puts it on her to prove otherwise..." He grinned.
'Subtle,' Claudette thought. This was actually an improvement over Rob, who sometimes missed nuances of manipulation and presentation. Ted moved up a notch. She nodded. "I see. That isn't it, is it?"
"No, but why should I tell you?" Ted asked archly.
"I'm thinking that if we can be honest with one another, maybe we can help each other," Claudette replied guardedly.
What? Was this what it sounded like? The Ice Queen offering an alliance? For what? A setup to get Rob's (or Mary's) ass kicked? Ted eyed Claudette suspiciously, but decided that he had nothing to lose. "That jerk Dwayne didn't back me over Darla Jean -- so I figure if I do Louise, I'll be getting even. Besides, she's made herself... interesting. Should be easy; she's such a wimp, she'll roll right over, I bet. And Dwayne will probably ditch her if he has to put up with the idea of her comparing me to him in the sack..."
Claudette nodded, amused but surprised. She'd expected Ted to come out with some disorganized gabble that either started or ended with, "Because I feel like it." Instead, his motives seemed to be pretty well organized. They still added up to, "Because I feel like it," but the support structure was clearly defined... "Was Dwayne's backing that important?"
"It was if Darla Jean decided to scream, 'Rape!'," Ted replied. "She's a smart girl, though -- she knew that I would be able to create a reasonable doubt..." He mused a moment. "Decent fuck, too..."
Claudette sighed. "Ted!"
"Well, I wasn't 'making love' to her!"
"Fine." Obviously, Ted was going to be a handful. It would probably be just as impossible to keep him out of other girls' panties as it had been Rob, especially after they got going and his popularity was on the climb -- and if you believed the rumor mill, he'd be making a lot of messes on the way, something Rob had somehow avoided in the main. On the other hand, Ted seemed to have a lot more sensitivity to the nuances of social situations... "I don't suggest that you repeat that, though. Darla Jean appears to have collected some interesting friends."
"The geeks?" Ted waved them away. "Not a problem."
Claudette shook her head. "In a direct physical encounter? No. But they are the one group most likely to outsmart you and leave you painted into a corner -- and they'll team up to do it!"
Ted thought about that, and Claudette watched his brain take two out of three falls from his ego. "Maybe."
"Certainly," Claudette argued. "In the short term, it would probably appear that you got away clean, but they would set some subtle trap..." Still, she was impressed; Ted was cunning, and he was NOT stupid!
"Darla Jean is already recovering her reputation," Claudette argued. "Between Dwayne's defection and your reputation, your story becomes less believable daily." She mused a moment. "I don't suppose you took his feelings into account when you injected yourself into their encounter?"
Ted cracked up. "Injected!" Sobering a bit, he replied, "No, I guess not. I kind of stuck it to him, too, I guess. The temptation was too great..."
Claudette nodded. "See? You're your own worst enemy!" She sat back and eyed him, "I might be able to help you with that..."
Ted's eyes narrowed. "What's in it for you?"
Claudette sat forward. "I need a... partner. Direct attacks on Rob and Mary for their fickleness are starting to bounce off, and I'm not showing that I'm unaffected by the whole thing because I haven't replaced Rob yet. You're... credible, as a replacement, and if we work together you'll get even better, which benefits both of us."
Ted frowned. "You're offering me a position as a boyfriend?" Suspicion darkened his features. "Like the deal you had with Rob?"
"Yes, exactly. Only Rob reneged on it," Claudette insisted.
'Well, SOMEBODY did', Ted thought. "I operate a little different that Rob," he grunted.
"Hmmm, yes," Claudette had the temerity to smile. "And it doesn't always help you. I propose to help you tune things, while maintaining your basic direction. In some ways, I'm finding that you are actually superior to Rob -- in your understanding of what is going on and how to take advantage of it, in particular. That certainly makes things easier..."
"I guess..." Was she that blind? "So, this is for show, like with Rob?"
Claudette frowned. "Rob wasn't for show. But you guys are... animals. Rob insisted on being... overly familiar... in private, then started wandering off with those -- you know -- Bang Nation." She assumed a prim expression. "I'm saving myself for marriage."
Ted schooled his features. "That's... admirable, I guess. So, am I supposed to like, be with you all the time, or fool around with Bang Nation like Rob?"
Claudette grimaced. "Are you kidding?"
"Well, what are you going to do different to keep that from happening?"
"Excuse me?" Claudette blinked in surprise.
"Well, Rob went elsewhere because you weren't offering him any incentives to hang around," Ted replied. "What are you going to offer me?" He paused, then added, "There are other, lesser, things..."
"Oh," Claudette murmured, obviously entertaining something new. "I'll have to think about that..." She sat for a moment, musing.
Ted watched her, poker-faced, while he laughed inside. If she was really considering offering anything, it was probably empty kisses, or maybe being felt up a bit. Ted had other things in mind; if she wanted to keep her cherry, she'd better plan on blowing him, or offering him some of that bubble butt of hers... Better yet, he'd melt the Ice Queen -- or crush her, which was just as good -- and maybe better. Rob hadn't gotten through her chastity belt -- but he hadn't brought serious tools to bear, either. Ted would succeed where Rob had failed; THAT would show them all, once and for all, who was to be reckoned with around here! And then, once he had Claudette properly broken and on a leash -- and everybody knew it -- maybe he would accept a few interviews from Bang Nation...
Claudette looked up. "So, why don't I present you to the girls, then?"
"Why not?" Ted waved her out of the booth, then got up and followed, smiling sardonically.
"Check this out!" Rob nodded at the scene a few tables over, where Claudette was inserting Ted into her little group of hangers-on.
Mary glanced over, chuckled. "THAT's a fine pair! Wait till they find out they're both sharks..."
Rob shook his head. "I'm continually surprised that I put up with Claudette for as long as I did -- not only is she petty and self-centered -- now she's OBVIOUSLY stupid..."
"I don't understand," Louise murmured weakly.
"Claudette is obviously roping Ted in to be Rob's replacement," Mary amplified. "She probably figures that if she props him up and keeps him learning manners from under her thumb, he'll be a good puppet. But Ted's a bastard; Claudette may discover that SHE's the one with the strings..."
Dwayne chuckled. "They deserve each other -- and while they're tied up dancing with each other, everybody else gets a break!"
Rob shook his head. "I almost feel sorry for her. If she tries to treat him the way she treated me, Ted's gonna land on her with both feet!" Dwayne nodded sagely, and Rob continued, "This thing will end up either with Ted in jail for rape or Claudette on a leash -- one or the other!"
Dwayne grinned. "Everybody wins!"
Louise was aghast. "Really? Why don't you warn her?"
Rob shrugged. "Why don't I warn HIM? Although I bet Ted knows, already -- he's a lot better grounded in reality than Claudette..."
Mary reached out and patted Louise's hand. "Some things are better left alone, Honey. Dwayne is right -- they're both sharks, and as long as they're chewing on each other, nobody else is getting hurt. Since we're all four apparently targets, we're better off letting them learn about playing with fire on their own."
Rob and Mary were content to look on, amused, as Claudette went through the motions of inserting Ted into the consciousness of her hangers-on, but Louise was uncomfortable, and Dwayne sensed it. As a result, they very quickly finished their burgers and by mutual consent parted company with Rob and Mary. Once in Dwayne's pickup, they headed back to the park so that Louise could dress -- but the public restrooms were locked, so Dwayne headed for the local convenience store. On the way, Dwayne asked, "Are you okay? You seem... kind of antsy."
Louise shuddered. "It's that Ted -- he's scary. The way he leans on people..."
"Yeah," Dwayne agreed distantly. Rob had done him a major favor, interceding when he did against Ted. If they'd been alone, things might not have gone as well...
Louis's next comment echoed the same thoughts. "He was so -- I don't know -- sneaky... If he'd caught me alone, I might have..."
"Showed him your tits?" Dwayne picked it up. "He'd have liked that -- and he'd have never let up until you were absolutely ruined! You need to do as I say in this -- stay AWAY from Ted, and if he bothers you tell me immediately! And if you can't tell me, tell Mary, and she'll get Rob! Understand?"
"Yes, Dwayne," Louise replied obediently. Then she added, softly, "Dwayne, I have a weakness for that sort of thing..."
"Being bossed around? We'll get around it. I can do it, if it needs doing." Dwayne sighed. "That brings me to something, though..."
"What?" Real fear colored Louise's expression. Was she going to lose Dwayne already?
"It's about sex, and how you are, and how I am," Dwayne related. "I'm going to ask you a question, and I want to know the honest answer. Don't tell me what you think I want to hear, tell me the truth, okay?"
"Okay." Louise's eyes were solemn.
"If I told you that I wanted sex right now, you'd give it to me, wouldn't you? Whether you wanted to, or not?"
"I..." Louise stopped, played scenarios in her head. "If you TOLD me?"
"Yeah," Dwayne agreed. "If I TOLD you we were having sex -- not asked you -- TOLD you."
"Yes," Louise agreed softly. "I would." The cab of a pickup truck wasn't Louis's dream location, but if Dwayne insisted, she'd cave. Especially if there was ANY indication that if she didn't she would lose him...
"I figured that," Dwayne replied, nodding. "Now, YOU need to understand that that's NOT gonna happen! Okay?"
"Okay..." Louise absorbed this, puzzled. She'd been mentally preparing herself to undress and lay back...
"Look, you know about the Darla Jean thing," Dwayne amplified. "It wasn't my first time, but it was kind of a weird episode, right from the start. But until Ted showed up, the whole thing was consensual -- in fact, Darla Jean was more or less pushing things along!" Dwayne stared at the road a bit. "But then Ted showed up, and, suddenly, it was a rape scene..." He shook his head. "Darla Jean was gutsy; I can't believe how well she handled it -- but I didn't protect her properly..." Guilt weighed heavily on him, Louise could tell from his expression. "I was in no position to fight Ted, so I let it ride. I can remember her expression... betrayal, humiliation... Darla Jean is, well, hot, in bed -- I don't think I could keep up with her. Ted abused her -- and she took it, and still managed to enjoy herself -- and it wasn't something you let somebody who's raping you know, you know? Ted loved it -- like it justified what he was doing, or something..." He looked sad. "Ted kept taunting me about how lousy I was doing, and Darla Jean seemed to agree, the way she was acting -- she kept urging me on... Now I know that she was just trying to salvage some good from the whole mess, but at the time..." He shook his head. "I got mad and rammed her -- and she took it -- and later Ted teased me into making her give me head again -- and she took that, too! But it made me as much of a rapist as Ted..."
"I don't think so," Louise said quietly. "In fact, I heard you took care of Darla Jean, pretty much..."
"Well, maybe. Before and after. But while Ted was there, I'm not sure there was much difference between us." Dwayne glanced over at Louise. "Look, I know that you like to be told what to do -- and, normally, I don't think that will be a problem. But the first time, you're gonna have to ask for it, understand? I need to get past the whole rape thing, see? I can't have you looking at me like that..."
"I--I guess," Louise nodded. "You're right; I'm going to want you to tell me what to do -- it's just the way I am! When you talk about that thing with Darla Jean, it's exciting to me, you know? Maybe someday you'll tell me the whole thing... I understand the rape thing, though, I think."
"Well, I want to be clear," Dwayne replied. "It's like this -- I don't want you to look back on our first time and remember being reluctant, or doing anything you didn't want to. After that, well, maybe it will make it better for you if I boss you around -- but the first time, it's gonna be because you want it. You're gonna have to ask. You understand? You're gonna have to ask!"
"Okay," Louise murmured, surprised by his intensity. "I--I can do that..." Actually, she was pleased, both ways; the idea of Dwayne controlling her made her hot, but she had fears regarding her first time. This was perfect...
Speaking of perfect -- Dwayne found the turnoff he was looking for, a dirt track leading off a back street not far from Louise's home. Turning in, he followed it for some distance, while Louise sat beside him, watching, mildly nervous at being removed from 'civilization'. A clearing opened up on the left side, and Dwayne pulled into it, "Think this is private enough?"
"Uh, enough for what?"
"A little necking," Dwayne replied. "Not sex -- I don't want to do it in the cab of this thing. But I figured it might be nice to cuddle a while before we put you back together..."
"Oh! Cool!" Louise cuddled right up, offering her lips. THIS was what she'd been waiting for, all evening! "One second -- what time is it?"
"Ten-fifteen," Dwayne replied.
"How long to get me home?"
"Ten minutes," Dwayne replied confidently.
"We should plan on fifteen. Do you have some kind of alarm? If I'm late..."
"Ten already includes some padding," Dwayne related. "But we'll do fifteen, just to be safe..." He whipped up his wristwatch and set an alarm. "Okay, we're good."
Louise's smile lit the cab as she crawled into his arms. Two minutes later, despite the fact that their lips never separated, Louise's blouse was open from neck to waistband, and Dwayne was teasing the living daylights out of her right nipple. Louise broke the kiss, locking eyes with Dwayne as she shrugged out of the blouse, "I have to put the bra on, later, anyway..."
Dwayne smiled and leaned forward, capturing her nipple in his mouth -- and Louise gasped as she clutched his head to her chest. If he knew what that did to her! God! "Stop! Stop!"
"Huh?" Dwayne rose up, perplexed. He'd TOLD her he wasn't going to do her in the pickup...
"I need to do something about my skirt!" Louise explained, rucking it up around her waist.
"I don't get it..." Dwayne was thoroughly confused.
"Sucking my nipples like that makes me... wet," Louise amplified, blushing. "I can't stain my skirt..."
"Oh!" Dwayne got it, but wasn't sure where that left him.
"Um, do you have something I can put on the seat?" Louise asked, holding her skirt bunched at her waist.
"Uh... Yeah!" Dwayne reached behind the seat for his gym bag and extracted a towel. "Kinda smelly..." he mumbled as he unwadded it and spread it below Louise, who was holding herself up by pressing her ass into the seat back and pushing against the dashboard.
"It's gonna get even smellier!" Louise giggled as she settled her bare ass on it. "Now, where were we?" She reached up and tugged a bemused Dwayne back into contact with her breast.
"I thought you wanted me to stop?" Dwayne murmured.
"Only until I could catch the drips," Louise gasped, as he resumed nibbling and suckling. "I love this!"
"You get that wet?" Dwayne asked, surprised.
"Yes," Louise gasped. "I get really drippy when I... masturbate. I have to be careful -- Momma has fits if she thinks I'm doing it!" She threw her head back and groaned; another few minutes of this, and Dwayne was going to end up doing her right here, after all...
Further questions were superseded by a chewy nipple, as far as Dwayne was concerned -- but the drippy thing did sit in the back of his mind...
It sat a lot closer to the surface with Louise. The mouth working on her breast caused wash after wash of damp sensation in her vagina, and wave after wave of sensation in her clitoris. And that itch surfaced a craving... "Dwayne? Can I... see it?"
"Huh?" It was obvious what 'it' was -- but Dwayne was surprised, anyway. "Uhhh, well..."
"No?" Louise obviously wasn't happy to hear the reluctance in his voice.
"Well, if you do, I might..."
"Really?" Louise's tone said it was a compliment.
"If you touch it, I might... probably would," Dwayne admitted, embarrassed.
"And that's bad?"
"It could be... messy." Dwayne had substituted fingers for lips and teeth while he made replies. Now he sat back a bit, without letting up, so he could look Louise in the eye. "Your mother would REALLY freak if you showed up with THAT on you!"
"What if I..." Louise didn't have to finish.
Dwayne thought his cock was going to rip a hole in his jeans! "Uuhhh... What about you?"
"We'll... think of something. Please? Pretty please?"
Dwayne sat there, amazed. Never in his life... "Well, okay. I probably won't last. But I guess then I can work on you..."
"Get it out! Get it out! Please!" Louise was beside herself! This would do it -- this would cement Dwayne to her! But even aside from that, the idea was so incredibly arousing! A cock! SHE was going to make a boy cum!
Dwayne scooted out from under the steering wheel and undid his jeans, raising himself and fighting and tugging to get them off.
Louise had her hands on him before his shorts hit his knees, leaning in close, her hot breath blowing across his sensitive glans. "It's big. And the tip -- what a beautiful color!" Jacking him seemed to come naturally to her.
Dwayne gritted his teeth. "I won't be able to hold out long if you keep doing that!"
"Okay, just tell me..."
"You'd better... cover it..." Dwayne's voice held a note of strain that Louise had never heard before.
"Okay." Her tongue flicked out to sample the stuff oozing from the tip.
"Jeezus!" Dwayne went stiff as a board, and his hand cupped the back of Louise's head, but didn't press. Louise took the hint, though, and lowered her mouth over the tip. "EEEYAAAAAAHHHH!" Dwayne wailed as a wet furnace descended over his sensitive glans. "I'm gonna... Hrrrgh! Hrrrgh! Hrrgh!"
Louise felt the throb of the first pulse of Dwayne's ejaculation, rather than really hearing his exclamation. She was fully focused on the amazing, stiff handful of flesh whose spongy tip lay on her tongue. It was a little gamey, but, hey, it HAD been living in underwear, after all! Heck, SHE was a little gamey and she was just DRIPPING! Knowing it was coming, and FEELING the underside of his cock pulse and TASTING the flood of ejaculate that poured out of it were two different things, though, and she was taken by surprise despite all of the warnings. Still, there was an obvious requirement to swallow, and she had no problem fulfilling it. There were three more big pulses, then things trailed off, Dwayne's cock still throbbing, but not delivering much, allowing her to evaluate the taste of his seed. It was... okay, salty and thick, meaty -- she decided she liked it. This she would do again, if he would let her -- many times! A tremendous feeling of accomplishment suffused her, and she washed his erection with her tongue and looked up at him, smiling happily. "Was it good?"
"Was it!" Dwayne gasped, shuddering through the aftermath. "It was GREAT!" Louise continued to milk his hard cock, slowing down the realization, but it came, eventually, "What about you?"
"I'm okay." The nature of Louise's smile said she was willing to settle.
"No, you're not. You yourself said you're dripping. I want to see it!" Dwayne insisted. "Turn around and face the other way -- that's about the best we can do in here...
"Are you sure?" Louise was dubious, but excited.
"Yeah, it'll be okay."
"Okay..." Louise, on hands and knees, began carefully rotating, working to keep her long skirt up off her ass. "This is pretty embarrassing..."
"It'll be worth it, I bet." Louise got past the tight part and her ass came into view -- and Dwayne thanked God for the bench seats in his somewhat antiquated pickup! Louise had a nice, round ass above a pair of big thighs that nonetheless Dwayne could see the tendons flexing in as she adjusted herself -- they were muscle, not fat. The calves had the same mix of size and definition, and the ankles sported the thickness one would expect, attached to those legs. Dwayne remembered the whole rig looked pretty athletic in gym shorts the day before...
Her main attraction, however, was a heavily bearded clam. Dwayne's experience with real pussy was limited, but not nonexistent -- and Louise had by far the most luxuriant patch of pubic hair that Dwayne had ever seen! On the other hand, it wasn't obscuring anything; Louise's inner lips were open, showing her pink center in the dim light of the instrument panel.
Dwayne advanced a finger toward it and encountered dampness from the outlying wisps before ever making contact with her channel itself -- obviously, Louise hadn't been exaggerating when she said she got VERY wet... Louise gasped, and Dwayne contented himself for the moment with running a horizontal finger up and down along the very edges of her inner lips, tickling the hairs there.
Louise reacted by grunting and pushing her ass back, which got her firm contact on her clitoral hood as his finger swept down, eliciting a second grunt. When he started moving his now soaking finger back up, Louise lowered her torso toward the seat to facilitate following the contact with her ass. Dwayne chuckled. "I thought you were good to go?"
"Ungh! I changed my mind!" Louise gasped. This whole finger-chasing thing had her SOOOO hot! "Please... Please..."
What she wanted was pretty clear, but Dwayne hadn't done much of it. "Let me know if I'm doing okay," he admonished, then laid his knuckle over the bump at the base of her wet slit and began to rub, thinking, 'I'm gonna nickname her Honey; she sure makes a lot of it...'
"Oooooooohhhhhh!!" Louise managed to get out before converting to labored breathing. Ninety nine percent of her attention became focused on the act of maintaining contact with that teasing knuckle; the other one percent was vaguely grateful that Dwayne couldn't see her face, which was bright red, veins bulging as the novel experience of having someone ELSE bring her to orgasm brought her to white heat. This situation went on for about ninety seconds before she gasped out, "More?"
"Oh, sure!" Dwayne thought about it. Working with his right hand wasn't the perfect thing, given the way they were arrayed on the seat; maybe he should use his left... He brought it into play, gently swiping the index finger along her wet, pink slit, then seating it to the first knuckle in the narrow opening at the top and replacing the knuckle on her clitoris with his thumb. Thus anchored, he started wriggling the thumb over the bump of her clitoris.
Louise took the passenger armrest in a death grip and started to shake all over. Sparks were flying; she couldn't see the door for the waves of them washing the air before her eyes, "AaaaaAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!" Louise's vaginal mouth started pulsing around Dwayne's finger, and suddenly his whole hand was soaked! Louise undulated, her ass clenching and unclenching while she grunted, "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" In a moment, she went into a semi-collapsed state, gasping, waving an arm back over her waist in an effort to push Dwayne's hand away, "Too much! Too intense!"
Dwayne grinned from ear to ear. That was EASY! Louise lit up like a Christmas tree in no time! This deal was gonna be GREAT!!! He reached down between her calves to collect the towel and wipe his hand, finding the cloth to be seriously soaked; he KNEW she hadn't peed; no, Louise was one of those legendary squirting women! Just when he thought things couldn't get any cooler... "You okay, Honey?"
"Oh, God, yes!" Louise gasped. "How bad is the mess?"
"Well, it's surprising, but I don't think too much escaped the towel," Dwayne guessed. "You're pretty amazing!"
"Is that good or bad?" Louise asked timidly. If Dwayne was totally grossed out, she was done...
"It's GREAT as far as I'm concerned!" Dwayne exclaimed.
'Oh, thank God!' "Can I sit up now?"
"Give me a second to make sure..." Dwayne swiped vigorously between Louise's splayed knees with the wet towel. "That's about the best I can do with this -- hang on..." He reached behind the seat and fished out a sweatshirt, pressing it into service as an impromptu towel. "That's better. Here, why don't you sit on it..."
Louise raised herself and gingerly reoriented to settle on the sweatshirt-covered patch of seat. "I got real drippy, didn't I?" she asked anxiously.
"Yeah," Dwayne grinned. "Pretty cool..."
"What time is it?" Dwayne's wristwatch started beeping in answer to her question. "Oh, boy! We'd better get me back into my clothes!"
Ten minutes later, primly dressed, she leaned into the cab to get one last kiss from Dwayne before walking up the block to her home. "I'll call you later!"
"Only if it's safe!" Dwayne admonished. "I don't want you grounded!"
"Okay!" Louise waved as Dwayne pulled away, then rounded the corner and trudged up the block to her door.
Mother was right there, hovering, when she came through the door. "It's about time! Three more minutes, and you'd have been grounded, Young Lady! Why couldn't your girlfriend drop you out front?"
"She had to get back onto Thames Street, headed the other way," Louise lied. "Besides, I made it..."
"Hmmph! It was probably a boy!" Helene groused. "God help you if I catch you with one!" She frowned a moment in thought. "Let me get a look at you! Open up that blouse!"
"Mother!" But Louise's fingers were already at the buttons.
"Don't argue with me!" Helene wasted the warning, anyway. She examined Louise's brassiere for disarray, but they'd been careful; there was nothing amiss. "Out of the skirt!" Louise did as she was told. Fortunately, she'd been pantyless when she flooded the seat with her secretions; that was innocent looking, too. Helene could have SWORN that she'd gotten a whiff of something, but there was no obvious evidence... (Actually, the front of Louise's skirt hadn't QUITE escaped the flood -- but it was all but invisible, due to the color.) "All right, get out of my sight! I have to get up early to go in to church and prepare for the first service by seven-thirty -- no doubt while YOU waste your morning in bed! You be sure to make the eleven o'clock, or else! I won't be embarrassed by your tardiness!"
Louise's, "Yes, Mother," went ignored as Helene stalked off, mumbling to herself about youth and ingratitude. Louise went upstairs to her room and flopped on the bed in her bra and panties, remembering the incredible taste and feel of Dwayne's cock and the feel of his hands manipulating her pussy. She couldn't WAIT to feel him inside her, even if it meant that she was a total slut! The very first opportunity that came along, she was going to give Dwayne the green light, and she did NOT care AT ALL what anyone ELSE thought about it!
Of course, she'd be old and gray before she got it, the way things were... Louise wanted to masturbate, but that took some preparation, the way she got wet -- besides, Mother might hear her if she got noisy, and then she'd be in to complain about how she'd been disturbed and how she'd be tired at church. Louise couldn't get in the way of her mother going to church -- Sunday morning during the early services was the only peace and quiet Louise got... Wait a minute!
Dwayne's cell phone rang as he pulled into his parent's driveway. "Hello?"
"Dwayne?" The timid voice on the other end was familiar.
Might as well try out terms of endearment. "Yes, Honey?"
There was a pause while Louise's breath caught. 'Honey?!' Louise got control of her runaway glee and asked, "Ummm, look, I know it's kind of weird, but can you come see me tomorrow? In the morning?"
In the morning? "I guess. Where?"
"My house. Mother will be at church from like seven-thirty until noon..."
"Oh?" The lights went on. "Okay, sure!"
"I have to go to the eleven o'clock service, but still..." Louise amplified.
Dwayne did the math. Two, two-and-a-half -- maybe three hours... "That's cool..."
"Great!" Louise enthused. "You might want to park around the corner or something and walk up, but she should be gone by seven-thirty. Oh, and Dwayne?"
"Bring rubbers. Please?"
Holy shit! "I'll be sure to!"
"Okay. Good night!"
"Good night, Honey." Dwayne fired up the truck and backed out of the driveway; he was off to the all-night drugstore! No sense in messing things up by relying on those old, moth-eaten rubbers in his sock drawer...
Louise hung up, sat there a moment, and whispered, "Honey," to herself, smiling fondly. Things were going REALLY WELL with Dwayne! She sneaked back to bed, but that didn't work -- she was too excited! Off to the bathroom, to sit on the toilet and run her fingers over her dripping gash where it wouldn't make a mess... It took three rounds, splayed across the toilet, her hand a blur while her eyes rolled up and she whined and panted into a rolled washcloth jammed between her teeth, before she was exhausted enough to drag herself to bed...
The music was still loud, but the crowd was beginning to thin -- older couples just didn't do the three a.m. thing any more. Caitlin sat drinking her fourth strawberry daiquiri and awaiting Howard's return from the men's room.
Things had been pretty good, actually; Howard had no idea what he was doing at the start, and he still made like a scarecrow, occasionally, but mostly he was okay, especially during slow dances. Once he'd gotten past serious worries over where his feet were and started carefully cuddling, she'd let him gain ground slowly until they were probably ready to try kissing if the big chicken could manage to get up the guts. Certainly, he was a major improvement over some of the drunks who'd pawed her here in the past...
At this point, Caitlin's big worry was work on Monday. If things went poorly, she might end up out of a job -- certainly, things would be uncomfortable for some time... And if they went well? That had a range of solutions, too. In Caitlin's experience, it was almost better if things went poorly -- then she wasn't saddled with some guy who thought they had a relationship...
Howard came back, moving carefully. Caitlin suspected that he was well-lubricated, despite only having had four or five drinks. Maybe he'd pass out, after...
Caitlin couldn't remember exactly what caused her to decide to fuck Howard despite the possible issues -- but she had made the decision, and once committed to it, had begun looking forward to that part of the evening with more and more anticipation. Now, it was time to push things a bit, so they could enjoy the whole thing more without running out of energy. One more dance, and then she'd start dropping hints about going back to his place.
Howard had been in the men's room for the past five minutes, nerving himself for the challenges of the approach. Sex didn't concern him that much -- oh, sure, he WANTED it, but he wasn't CONCERNED about it. He'd had sex before, a number of times, and even if the hookers involved had lied about his capabilities (and they undoubtedly had), he was still experienced. No, Howard was worried about kissing -- something he had an experience level of zilch for! Hookers didn't kiss, and Howard's dating skills -- well, he was here, wasn't he? At his age? Somehow, he had to thread his way through a maze of increasing intimacy without stepping on a land mine and get to the point where Caitlin would consider sleeping with him -- and, preferably, more...
The band struck up a fast dance as he crossed the floor, and he gamely reached for Caitlin, who apparently enjoyed them, but she pulled him into his seat, "Let's do the slow stuff. The fast stuff is pretty impersonal." Howard sat gratefully, but all he could do was fidget -- speech was impossible for the next couple of minutes. Caitlin just smiled and maintained control of his hand, which gave him something stupid to do -- mostly patterns of subtle squeezes. He glanced around at the bouncing couples, envying them their energy, then looked back at Caitlin, who was sipping her daiquiri and watching some couple or another -- until she detected him; then she would turn to him and smile for a moment before going back to looking at others.
In a bit, however, something slow came on, and Caitlin cued him that it was time to dance. Howard was only capable of the simple stuff, but it was VERY pleasant, and he had been slowly cranking Caitlin in closer since he started getting confident about where he was putting his feet. Caitlin was somewhat bony, but then so was he -- who was he to complain? Besides, she was a major improvement over what he had come to think of as his pool of available females in THAT department! 'Corpulent' and 'grasping' was usually descriptive of THAT bunch of husband-hunters -- and Caitlin fit neither of the descriptors...
Caitlin short-sheeted Howard's slow approach curve by getting her right thigh between his, offering the opportunity to ride his leg a bit. Howard, who had been concentrating on the top half of things -- and had just reached the point where her unimpressive bust was against his chest fairly regularly -- was taken somewhat by surprise, but he had seen others on the floor doing it and he had a good idea how to handle it. The breasts went away, which was too bad, but it was amazing what you could do anchored more or less at the crotch; things got downright nasty in no time. Howard found himself grinding a hard-on into Caitlin's hip -- and her smile said that she knew it was there; besides, his thigh was becoming intimately familiar with her pubic bone, and if he couldn't FEEL her breasts, he had a fine view right down that open blouse. He nerved himself -- time to do something brave...
Things were looking up from Caitlin's viewpoint. The stiffy in the hollow of her hip appeared to be decent-sized and Howard was taking full advantage of opportunities offered him to rub her clit on his leg. Caitlin was ready for dick, and when Howard took advantage of a point in the song to pull her in and lay his lips on her neck, the slot-machine came up with three sevens -- it was time to stop fooling around! "Ooog! There's an animal under there! I think we'd better stop trying to dance before I fall down!"
A somewhat bewildered Howard let himself be led from the floor, but Caitlin only stopped to pick up her purse. "Come on, let's go -- it's getting late," Caitlin amplified, seeing his confusion.
Howard moved mechanically through the coat check while he tried to figure out what had gone wrong. Was it the kiss? How should he recover? He handed Caitlin into the car and started off.
Caitlin caught his tension and misunderstood it; she assumed that he was trying to nerve himself to ask her back to his place, and had no idea that he was under the impression that he had made a mistake! Her comment rescued him, anyway, though: "Let's go to your place -- I do NOT want to find those two kids naked on the couch again! It's too distracting!"
"Oh! Sure!" Howard busied himself altering course, as he'd been instinctively heading for Caitlin's.
Caitlin reached out and rubbed his leg. "What's wrong? You're so quiet..."
"I thought I'd screwed up," Howard replied.
"Oh, no!" Caitlin replied. "You're doing fine! What made you think that?"
"Well, I kissed your neck, and the next thing I knew we were outside..."
"Oh, THAT! That's me, I'm afraid. I'm... not used to slow romance. Actually, I think you could say that it worked better than expected. I told you that I don't do relationships; I have a habit of cutting to the chase when things look good..."
"Okay." Howard looked perplexed. "I know NOTHING about seduction..."
"Why don't you just consider me seduced, then? I want to have sex, Dear -- okay?"
"Look, I know it's ass-backwards, but it avoids problem areas for both of us..."
"Uhhh, you'll have to overlook my mistakes," Howard replied nervously. "Ummm, what about the other piece?"
Caitlin patted his leg. "Maybe we can backfill it, if it looks like a good idea. How's that?"
"Okay." Howard shrugged in mixed confusion and exasperation.
Caitlin shrugged out of the bolero jacket and started unbuttoning her blouse the moment she was inside Howard's apartment, while she was still glancing around at the mild disarray -- which both surprised and upset Howard. "Stop!"
"Excuse me?" Caitlin frowned.
"Look, I, uh, can't just jump into bed like this -- it's too much like being with a hooker," Howard confessed. "It's not what I want for either of us..."
"Oh." Caitlin stopped and re-assessed the situation. What DID Howard want? "So..."
"Ummm, kissing might be nice."
"Oh, okay! Foreplay! Cool! Great idea!" Caitlin had been afraid that Howard was chickening out -- something that would leave her with an itch and lousy prospects of getting it scratched, at this time of night. She moved into his arms, "More dancing, maybe?"
Howard frowned. "I probably don't have anything slow..."
"The radio? I think I know a station..."
"Okay." Howard led her to the stereo, and soon soft music was coming from the speakers. "Nice." Caitlin flowed into his arms, which was even nicer, and they took up where they left off at the dance club, locked together.
"You can do that neck thing again," Caitlin murmured. "I like that." Her hands started roaming his back. "I think dancing is about as close to sex as you can get with your clothes on, don't you? Uuummmm...." Howard's lips on her neck silenced her for a time, then she started pulling his dress shirttail out of his trousers at the back, murmuring, "We don't have to worry about getting messed up, here..." Howard pulled back, but that only set up a clumsy kiss...
... Which got better, quickly. Caitlin forgot about shirttails and wrapped her arms around what was apparently a suddenly ravenous Howard -- the man had eight arms, and she couldn't see them, anyway, while kissing him -- and that was VERY pleasant. His back was harder and more muscular than expected, too -- but then, he was as thin as she was... The first time his hands drifted over her ass and increased the pressure of her mons on his thigh, Caitlin decided that it was time to shelve all worries over their working relationship. When his hands wormed under her blouse at the waist, she went back at his shirt, wanting to feel his skin, too. The pair basically stopped dancing, merely swaying to what may or may not have been the beat at any given moment -- they were dancing to a different tune, one playing to the beat of the drums in their chests.
After a few minutes, Caitlin pulled back, gasping, "NOW the blouse? I'm getting all sweaty... In fact, I should hit the bathroom for a minute..."
"Okay." Howard was wild-eyed and sounded strained -- and his eyeglasses were visibly smeared. Wiping them on his shirttail, he asked distractedly, "Want something to drink?"
"Sure. Where's the bathroom?" Howard pointed, and she took off. "Just something wet," she threw over her shoulder. "A Sprite or something?"
"Okay." Howard headed for the kitchen. Wow! Whatever it took, he HAD to get more of this! Caitlin was just HOT! This went 'way beyond anything he'd imagined! Hmmmm, Sierra Mist, or Seven-up?
Caitlin plopped on the toilet seat and took stock. This was better than her last half-dozen run-ins, and they hadn't had sex yet! If Howard was ANY good, she was probably going to make a fool of herself! Oh, well, it would be worth it, during the affair, and a great memory, afterward... She stood, dropped the skirt, pantyhose, and panties, and plopped back down on the toilet to pee. The pantyhose she could ditch, but she'd better keep the panties, so as not to seem too anxious; the poor dear had that hooker thing... Well, the bra could go -- she'd throw the blouse back on as a sop to propriety and let him get under it; hopefully, the saggy things wouldn't turn him off... Humming, she started on the wardrobe adjustments. After that, she wiped, wondering how rank she was down there -- well, some guys liked it... She took a second dab at her damp crotch, stood, flushed, adjusted the skirt, and made her way out, leaving the discarded underclothes -- she hadn't brought in her purse, and wandering back out with a handful of undergarments was a bit too obvious for poor Howard...
One look told Howard that Caitlin had made wardrobe modifications -- although he wasn't sure what, exactly. No, hold it, there was a certain jiggle -- yes, things had changed in the chest area! That might not be it, but it was plenty, especially since the blouse was still (or again) unbuttoned more than it normally was...
Caitlin took the soda, but kept coming until she was in Howard's arms, "That's better -- not so bound up..." Her breasts rubbed his lower ribcage, feeling soft without the support of the bra. They hit a bit lower, but Howard wasn't about to complain, given the change in texture.
"As long as you're comfortable," he murmured tonelessly, then grimaced. What a stupid comment!
Caitlin, however, never noticed. Instead, she backed off, putting the soda on the coffee table, and went for his shirt buttons. "You must be a bit sweaty, too! Why don't you come out of that shirt? You're wearing a T-shirt, right?" She cocked her head, eyeing him archly. "You could quite properly go with less..."
"Well, maybe," Howard murmured, stepping back instinctively, "but we haven't gotten there yet. I'll stick to the shirt, rather than showing off my sunken chest without a T-shirt." He started unbuttoning the cuffs of his dress shirt.
"Okay, you handle that while I keep the blood flowing..." Caitlin reached up and collected his head in her hands for a kiss.
'Like I need THAT...' Howard thought. His dick was about to rip a hole in his slacks... He accepted the kiss, got out of the shirt, and closed in on Caitlin, who started worming her hands under his T-shirt immediately. Howard defeated the blouse similarly, reveling in the feel of her smooth skin, ridged from beneath by her ribcage. Her breasts were out of play for the moment, pressed between their bodies -- but he had plenty of skin to feel...
Caitlin did, too. She'd settled for the less-than-appetizing on a number of occasions, unable to obtain better; Howard felt better, smelled better, tasted better -- well, you name it, he apparently did it better than recent competition. Now, if he only fucked better...
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