Johnny Pulaski Chapter 2

Posted: February 14, 2006 - 12:23:58 am

Before I know it, November was here. School and football were keeping me

too busy to worry about anything else. I, unfortunately, had little to

contribute to Michelle's pool of carnal knowledge. Our pact said we had

to do it with someone else first; so reading Internet erotica for

pointers wasn't going to cut it. I even had to cut back on my rigorous

regime of self-abuse, as stimulation and energy were hard to come by.

A week before my birthday Leah called me. I hadn't heard from her in

almost six weeks.

"Hi Johnny, miss me?"

Her voice sounded different, younger and more vibrant with a touch of a

southern drawl.

"Of course I miss you, the only beautiful girl that would talk to me up

and left."

Was I gallant or what? She actually giggled into the phone then, a

tinkling, sweet as honeysuckle sound. My dick, dormant for days,

inflated majestically. That was a first, old Kong had never even

twitched around Leah before.

"I have a feeling that's a temporary problem, Honey. I changed my name

back to Scofield, Johnny, and I'm using my middle name now as well."

She called me Honey! "Your middle name?"

"Yeah, Rachael. I'm officially Rachael Scofield now, a new me, a new

name and a new life. I don't know how I can ever thank you enough Johnny."

"Heck Rachael, that's easy to do, all you have to do is be happy, that's

thanks enough for me."

I thought I had said something wrong because the phone went silent for a

second. Then her voice, softer now, came back on the line.

"You made me drop the phone, Johnny. You are so sweet and I know you

don't lie to me, even to make me feel good."

We chatted for another fifteen minutes working out our first date

arrangements. Rachael hit on the idea of picking me up outside the gym

after next Friday night's home football game. When we rang off I went

downstairs to talk to my parents. I'd briefly mentioned to them that I

thought I had a date for my birthday but I had been skimpy on the

details in case it fell through. Now it was time to clue them in. My

parents knew about Leah Wentworth but had never met her. My grandfather

had met her once when he dropped me off at her house. His endorsement of

her character eliminated any doubts my parents might have had about her.

I found my dad and grandfather sitting on the porch having a cold

brewsky. Dad told me Mom was out shopping with Katrina and Nana Nadia.

I sat down on the porch swing and told my dad and Papa J all about my

plan for my first date. They listened to me without comment until I

wound down.

"Your friend sounds as if she's rediscovering herself. Good for her, but

she is still going to be fragile for a while Johnny so be careful, okay?"

"No problem Dad, we're just friends," I said.

I started inside to finish my homework when my grandfather stopped me.

"You have protection, Johnny?"

I blushed hotly, "No Papa, it's just a first date between friends."

"Famous last words," he said.

Still beet red I bolted up the stairs as my father and his father

clinked their beer bottles together and laughed.

My birthday, November 12, 2003, was on a Wednesday. The only present I

wanted was my learner's permit. My grandfather volunteered to take me

down to the Department of Motor Vehicles to test for it. I was nervously

waiting outside the main entrance of the school when he drove up at ten

sharp. I jumped into his crew cab pickup truck and off we went. As soon

as I had my seatbelt on, Papa's dog, Jethro, stuck his head over my seat

and gave me a big slobbery kiss. Lots of old folks have dogs; usually

they get those small, cuddly, and easy to manage ones. Ah, but not Janus

Pulaski, his dog is a huge tri-colored hound dog, bred for hunting deer.

Jethro has a head the size a large watermelon with a tongue as big as a

two-pound strip steak. Papa thinks Jethro is the reincarnation of

Rin-Tin-Tin. Given that Jethro is pretty much a sweet natured doofus,

the rest of the family is not so sure about that.

My grandfather, at the age of seventy-four, is probably more fit and

healthy than most men in their forties. He and my grandmother are

comfortable financially so they could be living that easy retiree life

of golf and travel. But Papa is not wired like that. "I am a man," he

says, "and a man works." So Papa has a woodworking shop where he custom

makes furniture for people and he is in high demand for small home

repairs. He hires me to work for him on some of his repair jobs.

So we arrived at the DMV at a quarter after for my ten-thirty

appointment. Papa snagged a parking place close to the entrance and we

left Jethro sprawled out across the rear seat snoring like a chain saw.

I took the written test while my grandfather flirted with all the women

in the DMV. Maybe I should have gone to him for help with women, because

his rap even had the younger women giggling and blushing. I aced the

written test and emerged from the DMV at eleven-thirty with my sparkly

new permit. Oh Yes! Passage to manhood, part one, underway. We get back

to the truck and Papa threw me the keys.

"You drive Johnny, take us to Mama's Diner for lunch."

The football game on Friday after my birthday was against a weak

non-conference opponent. The game was well in hand by the middle of the

second period so us subs got in for mop up duty early. I played free

safety for the entire second half. I had a good game too, made a couple

of open field tackles, and even intercepted a pass. Man I was on cloud

nine. After a quick shower and some celebrating I exited the gym with a

few of my teammates. I was barely through the door when a red headed

hottie fell in beside me and slipped her arm through mine.

"You were awesome tonight, Johnny," she cooed.

The voice was the only thing about Rachael Scofield, nee Leah Wentworth,

that I recognized. I stopped and turned to face her. I was speechless.

Rachel's hair was down to her shoulders and colored the dark red I

loved. Gone were the wire framed granny glasses, replaced with green

tinted contact lenses. Her nose was straight now and fit her face

perfectly. The shapeless clothes I had always seen her in had morphed

into tight jeans and a soft gray sweater. Her clothes were stylishly

molded to a body straight out of */Playboy Magazine/*. She certainly had

breasts now; perfect grapefruit sized orbs sitting high and proud on her

chest.

"Say something Johnny," she said.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I gasped.

When she smiled at my answer, I saw that her chipped front teeth had

been capped. She took my arm again and led me to the parking lot.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked.

"Steak and Shake for a bite to eat then down to the beach. The football

team is having a little get together to celebrate," I answered.

She squeezed my arm in agreement as we walked into the parking lot. She

led me toward a bright red BMW. The car screamed coolness without being

flashy.

"Wow, nice wheels."

"My trust fund made a lot of money while I couldn't get to it," she

explained sheepishly.

She gave me the keys and I drove us to the Steak and Shake. We went

inside and after a short wait commandeered a booth. People I knew from

school stared at us in slack-jawed amazement as we sat side by side in

the booth. Rachael was beyond terrific, laughing at my lame jokes as she

snuggled happily against my side. The waitress had just left with our

order when my sister strolled up to the table with her date.

"Hi Ru — er — Johnny, can we join you?"

I looked at Rachael and when she nodded, said, "Sure, Sis, have a seat."

Katrina slid into the booth and then so did Josh Turner. Joshua Turner

was a serious big man on campus and about one of the nicest people you'd

ever want to meet.

I made introductions all around and waved the waitress back over.

Katrina knew nothing about Rachael, not because it was some big secret,

it just never came up. My sister and I orbited the sun at different

distances during the school year and seldom had opportunities to talk. I

could tell Katrina was about to explode with curiosity. Finally she

could hold it no longer.

"Rachael, I don't remember seeing you around school, did you just

transfer in?"

Rachael made it into the best date ever hall of fame with her answer.

She grabbed onto my arm and leaned towards Katrina and Josh.

"Goodness no, I don't go to school here, I'm a freshman at UCF. I met

Johnny last summer when he did some work on my parent's house. I've been

impatiently waiting for him to be able to start dating ever since."

Oh Dude, was it ever so sweet to watch my unflappable sister stunned

speechless. Rachael smiled sweetly and kissed me on the cheek before she

delivered the coup de grace.

"He is the sweetest, sexiest man I've ever met. I'm going to keep him."

Katrina recovered quickly and by the time our sodas arrived, the four of

us were all chatting like old friends. We invited Katrina and Josh to

the beach with us but they begged a previous engagement. When we left, I

put my arm around Rachael and she snuggled close to me. Every eye in the

place was on us as we walked out to the parking lot. If I had dropped

dead at that exact moment I would have died content.

Once we were in the car Rachael asked me if she had done all right. I

assured her that she had been perfect. That got me another smile and a

kiss on the corner of my mouth. We motored over the causeway and down to

the beach approach by the jetties. Most of the team and their dates were

already there. A couple of the coaches were charring some dead mammal

flesh while groups of players were sitting around bullshitting about the

game. I introduced Rachael around and we joined in the conversation.

Rachael fit in comfortably. She was friendly and funny, all the while

making it obvious that she was happy to be there with me.

At eleven, she whispered to me that she'd like to go for a walk on the

beach. We excused ourselves and walked down to the water holding hands.

"This is the best date I've ever had," she sighed.

"Me too," I replied.

She punched me in the arm, "It's the only date you've ever had."

"Yeah, you've ruined me for other women." I said it light and breezy but

I meant every word.

"Does that mean you'll ask me out again?"

"Is tomorrow too soon?"

Rachael spun herself toward me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and

pulled my face down to hers. Awkwardly our lips met, then she took

charge and kissed me. I tried to mimic what she was doing, letting my

lips stay soft against hers. When her little tongue pried open my lips,

I touched it with the tip of mine. I don't know how long that kiss

lasted but it seemed to stretch on into infinity. When she pulled her

head back I opened my eyes and looked down. Her face in the wan streaky

light of the moon was all rapt wonderment and blissful smile. She

blinked her eyes and bit her lip pensively.

"Johnny that was so good it was scary," she whispered, "do it again."

We kissed again with even more spectacular results. Then we turned and

walked along the beach. We talked as we walked, both of us trying to

grasp what was happening between us. Rachael said this was crazy; that

things were going to fast, and life really wasn't like what we were

feeling right then. I, of course, knew absolutely nothing about life and

told her so. Then I reminded her that most of what she knew about life

was from being with the wrong person. We never really figured anything

out but agreed that we would talk about it more tomorrow.

Rachael delivered me to my doorstep at midnight on the dot. I floated

into the house as she drove over to spend the night at her place. My

parents were in the family room pretending to be interested in the

television. I walked in and flopped down on the loveseat across from

where they sat snuggled on the couch.

"I don't guess we have to ask how your evening went," my dad deadpanned.

"Tonight was the most perfect night that ever happened in the history of

man, ' I gushed. " I invited her over to meet you tomorrow, is that okay?"

My parents laughingly agreed that it was indeed fine with them and sent

me to bed.

I slept in the next morning, straggling down to the kitchen about nine.

Dad, I knew, was down at his business until noon. Mom was sitting in the

breakfast nook drinking coffee and reading the paper. I kissed her cheek

and said good morning, made myself a huge bowl of raisin bran and joined

her. Mom had a seriously important job with the space program. She

traveled a lot between Cape Canaveral, Johnson Space Center in Houston

and Washington. It was nice to sit and shoot the breeze with her. We

talked about school and the game last night then Mom took off her

glasses and gave me a sadly sweet look.

"You've grown up on me over night, Johnny. You're not my little boy any

more. I look at you now and see your father in you more and more."

I reached over and took her hand, "I'm kinda proud that you think I'm

becoming like Dad, there are a lot worst things a person could be."

I waited until ten to call Rachael. She picked up the phone on the

second ring. She sounded happy and bubbly and quickly agreed to come

over in half an hour. I rocketed upstairs for a quick shower and to

brush my teeth. I couldn't wait to see her again.

Rachael was right on time. She looked freshly scrubbed, all-American

cute in jeans and a black and gold UCF sweatshirt, her lustrous cayenne

pepper hair in a ponytail. I introduced her to Mom and we sat down to

get acquainted. At eleven my grandparents came over. I introduced

Rachael, then Papa asked me if I would help him load and deliver a piece

of furniture from his shop. I looked at Rachael, worried that she would

feel trapped being there with my mom and Nana. She gave me a smile and

said, "We'll be fine Johnny. While you're gone, your mom and Nana are

going to tell me embarrassing stories about you."

When we returned an hour later the three women had moved into the family

room. Rachael was sitting between Mom and Nana on the couch looking at

old family photographs. I swear to God, the first girl I date, the first

visit to my house, and my mom is showing my naked butt baby pictures. I

was saved from further embarrassment when Dad came through the door. He

joined us in the family room, gave my mom a big kiss and introduced

himself to Rachael. She blushed crimson when he told her that I was one

more Pulaski with a prettier girl than he deserved.

We did the lunch with family thing then went to the mall. Rachael wanted

a couple of CD's from Music Town and she needed a few things for school.

It was fun just hanging out with her. She had changed her physical

appearance sure, but she was also more confident in herself now. We

drove to her house from the mall so we could talk. Rachael led me to the

living room when we arrived. I was surprised to see the room had been

redecorated. The new furniture was all browns and tans; matching accents

and painting pulled the room together. Rachael proudly told me she had

picked everything herself, mostly from catalogs. She had an eye for

design, which was her declared major at UCF. She sat me down at one end

of the couch then sat herself at the other end.

"I told your mother I was going to have this talk with you," she said.

Uh-oh. I nodded.

"I told her I wanted to continue to date you if that's what you wanted.

I also told her that I wasn't going to steal your youth. I want you to

have friends, meet girls your own age, and go on other dates. But I want

you in my life Johnny. You are my rock. Can you live with that?"

I told her I could and that I wanted to keep seeing her, too.

"I like being around you, Rachael. You make me feel good just by

standing next to me."

Rachael scooted over next to me then and we cuddled and talked. She

asked me about girls my age and how that was going. I told her about my

run in with Michelle and Jenny and about my pact with Michelle. I told

Rachael that if it bothered her, I'd forget about it. She laughed, said

it was great for now and she was going to have to keep me in new things

to teach young Miss Hoffman. Then she turned serious.

"Johnny, when you kiss me it makes me feel things I never did with

Jesse. He's the only man I ever slept with, you know. I'm not at all

experienced. Sex between us was strictly for his benefit, the worse he

could make me feel the better he liked it. I don't know if I'll ever

enjoy it, I don't know if we'll ever do it, so don't expect too much, okay?'

I felt a twinge of disappointment at what she was saying. The kisses

last night had ignited my hormones and I had masturbated to visions of a

naked Rachael riding me. Stronger than the disappointment though, was a

wash of shame that I was so concerned with me when stuff was so hard for

her. I vowed to myself that I would never do anything to make her feel bad.

"I won't try anything, honest. I just want to be with you," I said.

"Oh, I want you to try stuff Johnny, or how are we going to know if I'll

like it? Just stop if I tell you to, Okay?"

"Oh yeah, I can live with that," I said happily.

Then to show her I understood, I pulled her against me and kissed her.

We went out to dinner and a movie that night then drove back down to the

beach. We sat on a picnic table under the pavilion overlooking the beach

and watched the high tide batter the seawall. We didn't talk much or

even make out; the mood was just too perfect.

Rachael went to church with us the next morning. She wore a nice little

print dress that went down to her knees and a pair of dressy two-inch

heels. It dawned on me that I had never seen her legs before and that

they were definitely worth looking at. I whispered as much to her when

we took our seats. She chided me for hitting on her in church but her

smile told me she really didn't mind my comment.

After Mass we all went to Denny's for lunch then I rode home with

Rachael to help her pack. She had to get back to campus and do some

homework. The main UCF campus was in Orlando, fifty miles from Palmdale.

It was a little after three when she drove me to my house. She shut off

the engine and turned in the seat to face me.

"Thank you, Johnny," she said, "that was the best weekend I can ever

remember having. Now kiss me and tell me you'll call me before I start

crying."

I did both then hopped out and waved as she motored away. She was right;

it had been a great weekend. I trudged into the house, missing her

already. I called Stan to see if he wanted to work out. I figured the

exercise would take my mind off Rachael.

Monday after my dates with Rachael was amazing. Guys came up to me all

day asking about the girl they saw me with. To top it off, girls were

paying me more attention too. I could understand about the guys, a hot

girlfriend with a cool car gave you instant stature. With the girls,

though, what did it matter? Well it mattered for sure. Girls who had

snubbed me for years were suddenly smiling and saying hello while some

girls that I though of as friends were cool toward me. I ran my problem

by my sister when I saw her at lunch.

"That's easy Runt, the girls being nice now see you as maybe worth

having if someone as hot as Rachael likes you. The ones who already

liked you are miffed because you found someone like Rachael. By the way,

she is a terrific girl, Johnny but don't you think she's a little old

for you?"

"We've been on two dates, Moose, I'm not ready to propose yet. Put

yourself in my shoes, here is this absolutely gorgeous girl wanting to

go out with me, the guy who couldn't hire someone to do that six months

ago. Now I'm supposed to be choosey because she's older than me?"

At gym Stan and Richie pull me aside in the locker room.

"Spill it," Stan said.

I gave my buds a non-detailed synopsis of my dates. I explained I hadn't

told them about Rachael because I didn't want to jinx it. They nodded

wisely as if my weekend fit in with their own dating experiences.

"My sister is seriously pissed at you over this," Stan added.

"Why is she pissed? I told her and Jenny that I wasn't going to mess

with my friends' sisters."

Both Stan and Richie looked sheepish. "Ummm, I told Michelle that we

would forget that rule. I got to thinking that it wasn't fair for us to

try to run our sisters' lives. I mean would it be fair if Richie and

your sister wanted to go out but didn't because of you?"

I was speechless for a few seconds until it hit me.

"You like Jenny don't you?"

Stan shushed me and swore me to secrecy. Then he said, "So we are

agreed, we can go out with each others sisters as long as we treat them

with respect." Richie agreed and I nodded as well, I figured I didn't

have much to worry about. I shouldn't have underestimated my friend

Richie like that.

At football practice even Coach Boyette got in on the act by dogging me

about being to tired to practice because of my hot new girlfriend. He

broke everyone up when I slipped down running a pass route by braying

from the sideline. "It's hard too stand on your feet all day if you've

been standing on your dick all night, Pulaski!" Yep, Rachael Scofield

was better for my reputation than hitting the lottery.

It was Thanksgiving week and we were out of school Thursday and Friday.

I called Rachael Tuesday night to wish her well for the weekend. She had

committed to flying up to Rhode Island to spend the holiday with her

mother's parents. She sounded as sad as I felt that we wouldn't be

together but insisted that I go out if I had the chance. "Don't mope

around the house Johnny," she ordered. "Go out and have some fun or your

parents will have second thoughts about us."

So that's how I ended up at the Hoffmans' house on Saturday night. Stan

invited me over to hang out because his parents were out of town and his

older brother had a date. He casually mentioned that Jenny was spending

the night with Michelle. Richie was spending the weekend hunting with

his grandfather and uncle. How convenient. The Hoffman's had a heated

pool with a hot tub built in to it and a cool game room with a huge

plasma television. The game room was strictly the turf of the teenaged

Hoffmans, an inducement to keep them from finding other places to party.

I was on my good behavior as we sat around eating pizza and watching a

Blockbuster copy of */The Transporter./* Michelle was sitting next to me

trying to figure out how mad to be at me. When Stan and Jenny slipped

out to sit by the pool, Michelle turned off the TV and turned to face me.

"I heard all about your new girl friend," she sniffed.

"We had two dates, Shelly, that hardly qualifies her as my girl friend."

"I heard that she's in college and is a model or something."

"Her name is Rachael and she goes to UCF, why are we talking about her

when I'm here with you?'

"How can I compete with a hot college girl with a sports car, Johnny?"

"It's not a completion Shelly, last weekend I dated her, and tonight

you're my date."

Her mood improved immediately. "Is this a date?"

"Sure it is, we are together eating pizzas and watching a movie. What

else could it be?"

Michelle smiled and jumped up from the couch. "You're right, what else

could it be." She hit the pause button on the DVD player and cranked the

satellite receiver to a country music station. Walking to the sliding

glass doors she announce that she was turning of the lights. When she

rejoined me on the couch it was by the faint glow of the lights inside

the pool. She sat close to me and draped my arm over her shoulder.

"So," she asked, "did you learn anything new?"

"I kissed Michelle like Rachael and I kissed thinking Michelle would be

shocked. Instead, she took right to it and was surprisingly terrific at

it in only a couple of tries. Rachael kissed passionately but I could

always tell she was keeping herself in check. Not so with Michelle, she

kissed with wild abandon. We had been kissing for about five minutes

when Michelle fell back on the couch dragging me on top of her, she

moaned into my mouth and ground herself against my leg. I stopped

kissing and watched in bug-eyed wonder as her arms dropped limply from

around my neck.

"You okay, Shelly?"

"Yeah," she said dreamily, "very okay. Now get down her and make that

happen some more."

I had to laugh as I bent down to kiss her again. The little minx had an

orgasm. Once again I wasn't leading anything, I was just along for the

ride. I kissed her again and we squirmed around until I was between her

legs. Michelle had on a button up blouse and shorts over her bikini. I

had on jeans and a polo shirt over my bathing suit. Yet through all

those layers of clothes my hard shaft and her eager little cleft found a

way to rub against each other. The next time she started that little

panting noise I decided to see if I could make it even better for her. I

trailed kisses down her neck into the open collar of her blouse. When I

kissed my way to the top of her cleavage her hips slammed up and ground

against me holding us both up. Black dots danced in front of my eyes as

I came about a gallon in my Baggies. I groaned as we collapsed on the couch.

"Did you too?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," I said.

"She smiled, "Good."

I think that Michelle's unrestrained sexuality took away all my

embarrassment. Oh damn, did she love this stuff. I was amazed that she

was still so unspoiled because she was so hot natured. We got up off the

couch, my swim shorts starting to stick to my groin uncomfortably.

Michelle understood my plight and suggested we get in the hot tub. We

sat cuddled up in the tub for almost an hour talking and laughing.

Michelle showed me how she used the pulsating jets of the Jacuzzi to get

herself off. She was more open about her sexuality than anyone I'd ever

met. When I commented on it, she told me that the only other people who

knew about her were her mom and Jenny.

"From the first time we kissed, Johnny, I trusted you. I knew you'd

accept me and not make fun or take advantage of me. I'm starting on the

pill as soon as I have my next period. In six weeks or so I'll be able

to have sex if I want. I swear when I'm around you my body is on fire

and all I can think about is us making love."
Joe J
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