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Driving Lessons Chapter 10 |
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Amy and Brenda let Sybil do their share of talking. Amy was suspicious and Brenda was obviously shy, not able to look me in the eye. In the motel room, I switched the light on and we four stood around the bed staring at it. The coke bottle was near the center and a large wet stain on the sheet. The covers had been tossed on the floor halfway across the room. An open bottle of liquor was on the beside table. Marianne's panties, I noticed also stained, and bra lay at our feet. "I have to say I'm impressed, Brian," Sybil said. "I can better understand your stupor at the diner. Miss Marianne must be something else entirely." She went to the bed, picked up the coke bottle and sniffed it. She placed it carefully back where it was and looked at me. I gave a shrug, went to the vodka bottle and put the cap on. "Demon rum." Sybil muttered. "So." She looked brightly at me. "How long you folks plan on staying in town? May we sit?" "Be my guest. Going back tomorrow." "She went to this party on her own two feet?" I nodded, staring at Marianne's panties. It looked like she'd been getting fucked right up to the moment she put them on. "Well, Brenda. You can see it's not that bad. You'll be able to walk afterwards." I glowered at Sybil. "Brenda wishes to be devirginated. I think that's the scientific term. Deflowered. Have her cherry popped." "Out," I said, standing. "Of course I need to try you out first. To see if you can be gentle. You guys really drink that stuff?" I gave up. Walking from the House to the car I'd been doing some thinking. All along I'd been doing what other people told me to do. Maybe Marianne craved that; I didn't. Kissing that girl had been the trumpet call for my charge to freedom. I was in retreat again. "I don't drink much. Maybe a beer now and again." "Oh, so it's Marianne's. She needs it to fortify herself." She dug in her purse, held in her hand a crude yellow cigarette. "Weed's better any day." She stood. "Okay, girls. You can go." Amy said, "Sure?" I think there was a sneer there. "He's not a creep, at least not much of one, a shaved rat or a frat boy. He's the best option we've found so far this weekend." "Out." "They're leaving. I'm not back at the dorm at three tomorrow, call the police." She turned to me. "They're my insurance so I don't end up a headless corpse in some ditch on the edge of town. We have your tag number, description, name. I think I'm safe." She looked at the bed and gave a shudder. "Out." Brenda and Amy sidled past me, eyes big. "Out. You too." "I have the weed and you want to get stoned. I can tell. I have the feminine orifices any man, unless he's a flaming homosexual, wants. Father O'Brien said I sucked his dick better than any other thirteen year old he knew and I was twelve at the time. It's an accomplishment of mine." She grinned and held up the funny cigarette. I shut the door in Amy's and Brenda's faces; they were staring at us. "Shit," I said. "I think Brenda's going to get a slightly skewed idea on how to accomplish a seduction. At least you don't paw the floor and grunt like some here. By your 'What's that' I assume you've never done weed. Sit down and we shall partake." "You're crazy, you know that?" "Masturbation makes one crazy, not the liking of the taste of semen. Sit down." "You're going, aren't you. Eventually you'll leave me alone, won't you?" "This isn't permanent, is that what you mean? No. This is a weekend sort of thing. Look, you get laid by two girls, smoke weed and, I don't know, chat? There are thousands of males at this campus who would jump at the chance. They'd fall flat on their faces, for sure, which is why we picked you. Not a Neanderthal, hair on his head, not a complete idiot destined to take over daddy's business or senate seat. You fit the bill. I'm glad I met you in the library because we were starting to get worried. Not Amy. She's pretty sure she's a lesbian. She's a comrade. Not interested in males at all." She gave a wink and wiggled the cigarette. I sat on the bed, remembering Marianne's words about how I was supposed to get laid this weekend. I wanted to sit down with Candy and have a long talk about many things. Instead, I'm in a motel room with an evil red haired munchkin. I mumbled, "I've never done it before." "Weed or virgins? By the evidence surrounding us," she moved to sit next to me. "Nice spring action. You don't mean S-E-X." I shook my head. "So what we'll do is light the bugger, take a puff, hold it in as long as possible, then exhale. Try not to giggle until we're done. That's gauche. Oh. And we'll need a glass of water." More driving lessons. She and Marianne must have gone to the same school. I rinsed Marianne's glass, filled it at the sink and sat back down. "It's lit. Now watch how I do it." She took a big puff, held it, passing the cigarette to me. I took a puff and immediately began coughing. "The water." I took a drink and another puff and held it. She took the cigarette from me and took a puff and handed it back. We did this until the cigarette was too short to hold. She carefully put it out. She looked at me, a look of concern on her face. I began to giggle, tried to stop and couldn't. She was so funny. "Feel better now, don't you? Three things are great to do on weed. Listen to music, eat ice cream." I was immediately hungry. "And have sex. No music or ice cream here, so sex it is. Ready?" I couldn't stop laughing until she kissed me. I was on my back looking up at her as she unbuttoned my shirt. She had a smile on her face and it would be easy to use mother and child analogies here and that's kind of gross but it's how I felt. Her fingers on my bare skin were incredible. "Watch this," she said. She shook her hair and leaned so it stroked my chest. "So you just lie back and I'm going to do stuff for a bit. Think about what you want to do and then you can take over." As she was speaking she was unfastening my belt and pants, tugging them. She looked at me. "You'll have to help a little here, Brian." I raised my butt off the bed and she got up to pull off my jeans, socks and shoes. She held my cock and knelt down between my legs. "The first one is for you. The second for me. The third for both of us. This place have a shower?" I nodded. "That's good. Okay. Don't think you have to hold back. Father O'Brien never did." I was hard and she licked the head then swallowed the whole thing. I raised myself up on my elbows, counted to ten before she rose. She watched me, cock in her mouth; she looked so small next to it. Down again, a long count, then up. She held my cock, gave it a kiss. "Did I hear faster?" She plunged down on my cock, her hands circled my rear and pulled hard, raised, plunged, raised, plunged, like one of those crazy ducking birds but faster, her mouth and nose hitting my belly on each stroke, fingers grasping my ass, pulling me harder into her each time. I shot off like a rocket and she plunged down. I could feel her throat drink me. She winked at me as she got off her knees. "Pretty good, heh?" "Incredible. I almost forgot. I have to ask you a question." "Kiss first." I could taste me but she didn't taste raw like Mary Jane often did. Smoky instead. "So what's the question?" "Take off your clothes first and then tell me how you masturbate." She gave me a look, nodded sure. She got off the bed to undress. "Like do you ask everyone this after they've given you a fantastic blowjob? Or just Catholic girls who like to wallow in guilt?" She had barely there breasts, not many curves. Naked she looked a lot younger. She watched me study her for a moment. "Not at all built like your girlfriend. I'm sure you've noticed." "Everybody's different." "That's what makes us individuals." She sat on the bed. "So do you want to hear?" "Lie down here." I patted the soiled spot on the sheet. "Lady Macbeth would throw a fit in here. The coke bottle is sort of intimidating." I took it from her hands and put it by the liquor bottle. "We'll enter it in the next coffee house art show. They have a decent one off campus. Want to go while you recoup? Oh. The title." She spread her hands. "Debauchery." "Lie down." "I'm a bit nervous as you can tell." "When you're ready you can tell me." I opened her legs and began tasting her. She was the second woman I'd done this to. So far each tasted slightly different. "Tell me now many." "How many what?" "Orgasms you want. So I'll know when to stop." I touched her nub, more prominent than Marianne's, circled it with my tongue. "Oh god. You're one of those monsters us poor girls dream about. I'm happy with one." "Six is okay." "Six is where I go and find Marianne and tell her she can't have you any more." "She's happy where she is. Try for six?" "Oh dear merciful god. One. One. One." She took longer than Marianne the first time. She told me if I did this to poor Brenda she'd never want intercourse. After I thought she'd had six I stopped. She lay still for a few minutes. "I can show you," she said. I moved up beside her. "I squeeze my legs together like this while I'm fantasizing stuff. The fantasies are what does it really. I get all worked up. Then I do this." She wrapped her legs around one another, twisting herself onto her side. Her eyes were shut, her lips were pursed and I could see her body strain. She stiffened then fell open, rolling onto her back. "Shit. It must be this room or something. I'm becoming like your crazy girlfriend. Next thing you know I'll be fucking hordes of frat boys. That's where she is, isn't she? Any idea how many? Just an idle question." "No idea. She said they were still doing it to her last night when she was asleep." "That's a lot. So she's you're girlfriend and she's at some party? This is getting personal but I'm wondering why the fuck?" "Candy is my girlfriend. She wants to be a virgin and I can only kiss her when I do it with another girl. Marianne has been teaching me how to drive." Sybil started laughing and couldn't stop. "Candy and Marianne were hoping I'd get laid this weekend." "Stop it." "Marianne and I had a serious discussion on the matter on the way here." "Stop it." She slapped my chest, still not able to stop laughing. She propped herself up on an elbow. "You're evil. You know that? Evil." Driving
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