Johnny Pulaski Chapter 3

Posted: February 16, 2006 - 10:03:00 pm

Sunday afternoon I was back at the Hoffmans', this time it was Richie,

Stan, and I lifting weights and talking in the garage.

"So Stan is hooked up with my sister, and Michelle is after Johnny. I

guess that means I have to ask Katrina out," Richie said.

Stan and I gawked at him trying to figure out if he was serious. Richie

was the Romeo of our little posse, an accomplished ladies man. But

still, this was Katrina Pulaski he was talking about so nonchalantly.

Katrina was about as far out of our league as Paris Hilton. I started to

say something and Richie held up his hand.

"I won't break her heart, I promise," Richie said. "Now all we need is a

plan."

You'll notice that Richie has no shortage of self-esteem. Richie had

been like that from the time we were in third grade. I suppose it's

genetic or hereditary because his entire family is that way. The

Caldwells are part of the beautiful people country club set. Richie's

(Richard Drake Caldwell's) father Jack is the general manager of TnT

Ford, the largest Ford dealership in the nation. His Mother, Denise

Drake, is a former University of Florida cheerleader and Homecoming

Queen. She is now a local television personality who co-hosts the

Palmdale Fox television affiliate's morning show. Richie is a handsome

dude; he has perfect blonde hair, dazzlingly white teeth, dark blue eyes

and a flawless complexion. If he had any faults it was that he wasn't

very tall, he stood about five-eight. To make up for that slight Mother

Nature whipped him up a taut, slimly muscular swimmers body and the

grace of Mikhail Baryshnikov.

At the mention of a plan, both boys eyed me expectantly. I was the

unofficial leader of the great triumvirate and it was to me they looked

when a scheme was needed.

I sighed, "Are you sure about this Richie? The Moose is perfectly

capable of twisting your head off if you piss her off."

Richie smiled and answered, "I know that, that's part of the allure; yes

I'm positive."

What I said about my sister twisting his head off was literally true.

Katrina has studied martial arts since she was nine. When other girls

her age were taking dance or gymnastics, Katrina was working her way

towards black belts in taekwondo and judo. Katrina started competing in

tournaments at the age of eleven and at twelve was the US Amateur

Athletic Union junior champion in judo. She had a relentlessly

aggressive style and knew her stuff. I figured Katrina was as safe from

Richie or any other male as she wanted to be.

"I'll work on it," I said, "but don't expect any miracles."

The semester was coming to an end and Christmas break was looming as we

headed back to school after Thanksgiving. I was stuffing my head full of

facts nightly preparing for mid terms. I did well in school and took all

honors courses but I had to work at it. I called Rachael Monday night

and we talked for an hour. She said she missed me a lot but couldn't

come down the following weekend because of midterms. She was really

applying herself and wanted the best grades she could get. I was

disappointed and told her so, but I also told her that around my house

school came first so I understood.

With a free weekend coming up I turned my attention to a plan to get

Richie together with Katrina. I thought for a while and a glimmer of an

idea came to me. I called Richie.

"Richie, do you guys still have the houseboat out on Lake Jessup?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well suppose you asked your parents about having a party on it this

weekend, would they let you?"

"I guess."

"Further suppose you said you wouldn't need any parents there because my

sister was chaperoning."

"I'm on it," he said excitedly.

I'd leave conning parents into the plan in Richie's capable hands; he

could sling a load of crap bigger than a tugboat could pull. I had full

faith in his ability to con his parents into about anything. I next

called Stan and asked him if he thought his folks would go for Michelle

and him going too. Stan thought that it would be no problem. All he had

to do was to guarantee no drinking or drugs. As further camouflage, he

said he would say the invitation included his older brother Evan and

then make sure Evan begged off. The Evan angle was perfect, I told him

to talk to Evan right now. By nine that evening Richie had the houseboat

with even a catered lunch provided by the marina and Stan had secured

all the permissions at his end. Now it was up to me to get Katrina to go

for it.

I walked to her room and knocked on the door.

"Hey Moose, got a minute?"

She called me in and spun her desk chair around.

"What's up, Runt?"

I began the delicate task of telling Katrina the truth without telling

her Richie's plan.

"Rachael has to study for midterms this weekend and can't come down. I

have a chance for a date with another girl but I need your help."

Katrina jumped on the other girl thing, as I knew she would. She really

was uncomfortable about my relationship with Rachael for some reason.

"Who is the other girl?"

"Michelle Hoffman."

She nodded in approval, "nice girl, cute and more your speed too."

"Yeah, well, if we can't get someone older to go with us it won't

happen. Richie wants to spend Saturday on their houseboat with Stan,

Jenny, Michelle, me, him and his date. His parents are okay with it as

long as someone older is along. We are trying to eliminate having

parents hovering around, Evan can't go because he's got something going

for Saturday already. I was hoping you'd help us out. I know it will be

boring for you but the boat is huge and we wont bother you."

Boy did I sound sincere and just the right touch desperate. (Please

notice that every word I spoke was technically the truth. Aha, you say,

the part about Richie having a date was a lie. Well Mr. Prosecutor, what

do you think I was working on now? And as further evidence I submit that

I named no names.) Katrina sat there for a minute looking at me,

pondering her answer. I had put her on the spot, she had to either give

up a Saturday or leave me more firmly in Rachael's clutches. Have you

ever noticed that really smart young people sometimes over think a

problem? I could see the wheels turning as she decided to sacrifice a

day to 'rescue' me.

"Okay bro, I'll do it for you, but don't make me make you regret you asked."

"Thanks Katrina, I'll owe you big time."

I called Richie and told him my part was done; the rest was up to him. I

had a momentary pang of conscience about tricking Katrina but all in all

it was not a big thing. I figured the worst that could happen was she'd

spend all day with her laptop working on some project she always had

going. And who knows, she might actually have a good time.

Even though we were knee deep in midterms, football practice still

happened. Friday night was our conference playoff game and coach was

driving us hard. We had a good team but we were far from dominating. The

playoffs were going to be an uphill battle. Our chances for advancing

took a serious hit Wednesday when two of our linebackers got busted for

joyriding in a stolen car. That afternoon as we were lining up for

calisthenics, Coach Boyette pulled me aside.

"Practice with the linebackers today Pulaski, and you'd better be balls

to the walls."

Wow, Palmdale was famous for producing linebackers, we were like the

Penn State of Florida prep football. The coach was giving me a serious

opportunity. I practiced exactly as he expected, hurtling myself all

over the field with complete kamikaze abandon.

Friday night's game started on a wretchedly sour note when our middle

linebacker went out on the second play from scrimmage. He dislocated his

shoulder when he and a crossing tight end collided accidentally on a

play going in the opposite direction. In our defensive scheme the middle

line backer was defensive play caller and our best athlete; it was a

devastating loss. Coach called a time out and revised our defensive

line. He brought up one of our cornerbacks as a linebacker and put me in

the other spot. We were now playing with four linebackers and only one

safety. We held together pretty good in the first half with coach

signaling the defensive alignments from the sidelines. We went into the

locker room trailing 14-10. I was playing a solid game, nothing

spectacular but I was holding my own.

In the second half the Daytona team exploited our makeshift defense by

passing the ball on nearly every down. They ran us ragged and scored on

a couple of long bombs. When we trudged off the field it was on the

losing end of a 34-17 score. I was sore, beat up and dejected. Coach

Boyette gave us a hold your head high speech and that was it for our

season. I sure could have used Rachael's company that night.

The Saturday after our game dawned clear and warm, a late Indian Summer

day that makes you glad you live in Florida. Richie told us to be ready

by nine so Katrina and I were in the kitchen with our backpacks when the

doorbell rang. When we hit the door Richie was waiting, with a sweeping

gesture he pointed to a stretch Lincoln limousine waiting at the curb.

Katrina's eyebrows worked up and down as Richie chivalrously took her

backpack and led us away.

When I told Katrina the Caldwell's houseboat was big I wasn't kidding.

It was a fiberglass two-story wonder, fifty feet long and twenty feet

wide. It was moored at a fairly swank marina at the tee shaped end of a

long dock. The boat was actually owned by the dealership that Richie's

dad ran; it was a floating party barge for entertaining clients. Even

Katrina was impressed. Richie was the perfect host, he showed us around

the boat, pointing out the staterooms and telling us to throw our

backpacks into one of them. Richie had explained his lack of a date on

the ride over so when we were all out on the fan deck squeezing into wet

suits to go jet skiing, he naturally paired up with Katrina.

We speed around the lake for an hour on the small two person jet boats

that were tied to the stern of the houseboat. Katrina loved powering

around the lake with a happy Richie snuggled up to her back. When we

were back on the houseboat, Richie sent us to change while he cranked up

the grill. You had to give it to the boy; he took my idea and ran with

it. It was amazing that he was able to throw all this together in a

week. Richie burned some burgers and dogs on the grill and pulled some

salads out of the fridge. Katrina had loosened up and was talking and

joking with us as we ate.

Richie and Katrina fueled up the jet skis and went riding again while

the rest of us went into the boat's lounge and found the Florida

football game on the big screen. Stan and Jenny slipped off after about

twenty minutes leaving Michelle and me cuddled on the couch.

"Having a good time Shelly?" I asked.

Her eyes were sparking when she answered, "I'm having a wonderful time

Johnny, this is sooo romantic."

"Jenny and your brother seem to be hitting it off, how's it going with

them?"

"I think they are further along than us. Jenny is like thinking about

going all the way very soon."

I hadn't expected that much information. "Hmmm'" was my lame response.

"Now tell me about Richie and your Sister."

"I have no idea what's going on other than they seem to be getting along

okay."

"I've never seen your sister so relaxed and friendly, she is the most

intense person I've ever met."

"She is a really nice person, Shelly, she's just so focused it seems

like she never relaxes. I'm really glad she's having fun."

We made out a while on the couch but I kept it from getting too hot and

heavy. Michelle was a little disappointed until I told her that we were

just getting warmed up and I wanted to save the really good stuff for

later. Just as the dusk was gathering over the lake Katrina and Richie

roared up. We all went down and helped secure the water craft and square

away the fantail then we went to change for dinner. Amazing Richie had

made reservations for us at the marina. We had a nice meal and strolled

back to the boat about seven. It was beautiful out there on the water as

a big hunter's moon lanced a brilliant shaft of moonlight across the deck.

We were all standing at the railing looking at the moon when I noticed

that Richie had his arm around Katrina and she was leaning against him.

While I was staring in disbelief, Jenny slipped into the lounge and

started some soft romantic music piping out onto the deck. It only

seemed natural to pull Michelle to me and start to sway to the music.

When I looked around the other two couples had the same idea. We were

scattered around the large deck, each couple cocooned in a soft pool of

darkness. Michelle turned her face up and we kissed as we danced. When

she broke the kiss she pulled my head down and whispered in my ear.

"We are going to go inside in a while and find an empty room. Then I'm

going to trust you to keep me from letting you do what I want you to do."

We danced for another ten minutes then slipped inside. I glanced at

Katrina and Richie as we passed through the doors. She had her head on

his shoulder and was molded tightly against him. His hands were resting

on the flare of her sleek hips, his lips softly on her exposed neck.

I forgot all about my sister when Michelle snicked home the lock on the

stateroom door. We fell on the bed in a tangle of arms, legs, and lips.

I know I keep saying this but — the next hour and a half was the

highlight of my life up to that point. Before it was over I had my hands

and lips on every square inch of Shelly's delicious body. And her body

was a work of art. She was well padded everywhere, yet you could feel

firm muscles underneath. Her breasts were perky for their size and

weigh, the firmness of youth defying gravity. Her little mound was

covered with a neatly groomed thatch of silky blonde hair. Her ass was

shapely and blemish free until I put a hickey on it at her insistence.

I lost count of the number of orgasms Shelly had that night. She had a

bunch though and I enjoyed giving her every one of them. I was able to

put my research into cunnilingus to practical application too. Like the

saying goes, one lick and I was hooked. One lick and so was Shelly. The

only thing about Michelle that was odd to me was how quiet she was as

she came. She explained to me later that she always had to restrain

herself at home to keep anyone from hearing her so she had lots of

control that way. "One day when we are alone I'll let myself go and

we'll both see what it's like," she promised.

She didn't neglect me either. She was as interested in seeing and

playing with my equipment as I was hers. Hers was the first hand besides

mine wrapped around my dick. "Oooh it's so big and hard," she said. I

liked that, liked it a lot. Never mind that her experience in dicks was

limited to the one in her hand. She shyly asked if she could take me in

her mouth. "NO," I said firmly... yeah, right. It was both our first

blowjob so I honestly don't know how good her technique was. I do know

that, as far as Kong was concerned, it was the best in history. Shelly

swallowed all of my cum that didn't escape her overflowing lips. She

told me later that swallowing was okay but she was only going to do it

for someone she thought really special in the future. We took a quick

neck down shower and headed to the lounge at nine-thirty. We were both

sated down to our toenails.

We arrived at the lounge at the same time as Stan and Jenny. Richie and

Katrina were in the galley getting sodas. We helped Richie pick up and

straighten up then we grabbed our bags and hoofed it to the waiting

limo. When the limo arrived at our house I kissed Michelle goodnight and

hopped out. Richie got out and walked us to the door carrying Katrina's

backpack. I went in the door first and Katrina followed about three

minutes later.

I never found out what happened between Richie and Katrina. Katrina

thanked me for inviting her along though and said she had had a good

time. Richie was closed mouth about it as well and I didn't try to pry

any information out of him. They did go on a few dates after Richie got

his driver's license in early December but by tacit agreement we never

double dated. I know that at any function that required dancing, Richie

was Katrina's date of choice. She was never bothered that he was four

inches shorter than her. After he got his license we all saw less and

less of Richie. He had a lot going on, including landing a few acting

jobs down at Disney studios.

I plowed through midterms the following week. I was very comfortable

with the tests and thought I had done pretty well. I talked to Rachael

on the phone a couple of times but she was still distracted with her own

midterms. Winter break started for us on the fifteenth of December and

Rachael came down on the seventeenth for a week. She was flying out on

the twenty-third to spend the holidays with her family in Rhode Island.

Rachael told me that reconnecting with her family made her very happy.

We spent most of the time she was home together. We Christmas shopped,

hung out at my house and went out at night. Rachael was my date to three

Christmas parties. One of the parties was a fancy to-do that my mom's

work threw.

The NASA party was at the Officer's Club at Cape Canaveral. Rachael and

I rode down to the party with Mom and Dad. Katrina didn't go to the

party; instead she was at one being thrown by Josh Turner's aunt and

uncle at their ranch. Josh had some seriously famous relatives; his

uncle was Jake Turner, the former president, his mother Angela was the

President and CEO of the Turner furniture and appliance empire.

I was wearing a new suit for the NASA shindig. I was five-ten by then

and a solid one-seventy-five. I had outgrown my other two suits. Rachael

was wearing a shimmery jade green cocktail dress that fit her like a

second skin. She looked beyond fantastic. The party had a live band that

was damned good. Rachael loved to dance so we spent most of the evening

on the dance floor. The music and dancing really brought her to life;

she literally glowed with happiness.

Rachael and my physical relationship moved forward during that week as I

built on the experiences I had with Michelle. I went very slowly with

Rachael, always aware of her fragility. I had noticed with Michelle, and

now with Rachael, that I was very attuned to what they were feeling. I

have always been sensitive to people and since I hit puberty that

awareness seemed to be magnified. As I spent more intimate time with

Rachael I was able to hone my sensitivity to the point where I

instinctively knew how to keep her receptive to what I was doing.

On the day before she departed, Rachael said she just wanted to hang out

with me at her house. I rode my bicycle over there with the presents I'd

bought her for Christmas. Rachael greeted me at the door in a green

plaid miniskirt topped by a red sweater. She liked it when I told her

she looked cute and Christmassy. Rachael was really into the whole

Christmas thing, so we were soon on the couch snuggled under a comforter

watching Christmas DVDs she'd bought. I was lying behind her on the

couch; her head was resting in the crook of one of my arms the other

around her holding her to me. As the movie progressed I slipped my hand

under her sweater palming her breast. Her breast fit my hand perfectly.

Not surprising, I guess, when you consider that Rachael opted for the

implants she had based on my description of the size I liked.

When the movie ended Rachael turned off the television. She stayed

nestled in my arms, her hand lightly stroking the arm I had under her

sweater.

"I love being in your arms Johnny. It's the place in the world I feel

safest."

I murmured my agreement.

"Lets go to the bedroom so we can be more comfortable," she whispered shyly.

We were breaking new ground here because I'd never been in her bedroom.

I untangled myself from her and helped her to her feet. Then,

impulsively, I swept her into my arms and set off for her bedroom. She

gave a startled gasp when I picked her up, then sighed and wrapped her

arms around my neck. When we got to the bedroom I swept back the covers

and deposited her in the center of her bed. Her arms remained firmly

locked around my neck so I was leaning awkwardly over her.

"Johnny you keep doing things and doing things that make me feel so

good. And every time I think I can't feel any better you do something

else," she whispered fiercely.

I pried her arms loose and lay down next to her. She turned to face me

and our lips came together in a kiss so achingly sweet it took our

breath away. Rachael didn't make a peep when I pulled her sweater over

her head and unfastened her bra. When I attached my lips to her nipple,

her hand came up and she held the back of my head. Her nipples were as

perfect as her breasts, small pink nubbins centered on quarter sized

areola. Her nipples were sensitive and she gave a little moan as I moved

from one to the other, my tongue trailing down into the valley between

her breasts. I spent a long time gently worshiping her upper body. When

I felt she was ready for more I moved my hand down and slowly ran it up

her thigh.

Rachael clamped her thighs together but she didn't stop me from touching

her. I moved up to kiss her again as I softly stroked her thighs. In

time, I progressed up to where I was lightly stroking her mound through

her panties. After a few minutes of gentle rubbing she groaned in

surrender and her thighs fell apart. As I slipped my fingers under the

leg band of her satin high cut panties I couldn't help but compare how

much wetter she was than Michelle. Rachael was soaked and she gave off

this intoxicating musky aroma.

I easily slid one finger into her wetness; she rolled her hips up

eagerly taking more of my finger. I sawed my finger gently in and out of

her and her moaning grew in volume. I upped the ante again and started

tugging her panties down. She raised her hips to help. Off one leg then

the other the silky panties came. Golly, were they cute little things,

those panties. They were green satin and lace and matched her bra down

to the little satin bows on the side. My girl liked green and the color

was perfect for her. Her make over didn't extend to her pubic hair. It

was nicely trimmed but was a dark blonde color.

With the barrier of her dainties dispensed with, I wasted no time in

burying my face where that wonderful odor originated. Suddenly Rachael

started frantically pushing my head away.

"Stop it Johnny, I'm all wet and nasty down there."

I looked up at her incredulously.

"You've got to be kidding, I love it that I make you wet, and you smell

so good I want to taste you too."

She looked at me dubiously but her death grip on my hair relaxed a

little. I went back to doing what I wanted, happily exploring what felt

good to her. Again, unlike Michelle, she was vocal in her appreciation.

Hot damn, I loved to hear her moan and babble my name! When she came she

gave a squeal and went rigid, then started pumping her hips furiously

against my face. Her gyrations caught me by surprise and she split my

lip against my teeth. Rachael wasn't multi-orgasmic, she pushed my head

away and curled up on her side. Not knowing what else to do, I pulled

the sheet up over her, moved up on the bed, and held her. Can you

imagine how surprised I was to feel her sobbing against me?

"What's the matter, Rachael?"

"That was so good and so sweet Johnny, it was the strongest climax I've

ever had. I guess I'm just overwhelmed is all."

What guy doesn't like to hear that? She sniffled then giggled.

"You still have all your clothes on, get naked and get under these

covers with me."

I jumped out of bed and stripped, conscious of her eyes on me. When I

was buck assed I stood up and faced her. I wasn't real shy about my body

like she was but I was a little apprehensive about what she'd think.

After all, unlike Michelle, I wasn't the first guy she'd seen naked.

"You have a nice body and penis," she said. God, did she sound formal.

"Kong," I corrected.

"Kong?"

I pointed down to where my dick was waving in front of me.

"Him, his name is Kong."

Her eyebrows went up and down and she giggled.

"You named your penis?"

"Sure, he's a dick sometimes but he's my best friend. He's got a couple

of other friends but they are both nuts."

She was laughing now as I hoped she would. She swept the covers back and

patted the bed.

"You and Kong better get in here with me, we wouldn't want him to get a

head cold."

We cuddled and kissed and fooled around until my balls ached from all

the stimulation. Finally Rachael grabbed Kong and pulled me towards her.

"I want you in me Johnny, I want to make love."

"Let me get some protection," I said.

"No need for that unless you feel safer with a rubber. I'm still on the

pill, it helps regulate my periods."

Then I had to swallow my nerve and fess up.

"Umm, this is my first time Rachael and I'm really, really horny. I'm

not gonna last long."

She nodded solemnly. "I am honored to be your first. Now come on, lets

get the first one out of the way so we can have fun."

As advertised, I came within a few strokes of entering her. But Kong,

bless his heart, stayed hard and we could continue. Rachael was hot and

wet and very slick, especially after I came in her. Intercourse was just

as good as I ever dreamed it would be. Rachael didn't climax the first

two times we did it but after a shower and a marathon round three she

huffed and moaned and even screamed to a crashing orgasm. We stayed in

bed all day playing around, I loved going down on her so I did that a lot.

We talked too. She told me why she was so amazed by our lovemaking.

Jesse, her ex, had a big dick and some sick ideas about how to treat a

woman. He made fun of how wet she got, calling her a slut and worse.

He'd make her douche then he would cram himself into her when she was

mostly dry. He liked the friction and got off on hurting her. I

sincerely hoped that some big guy named Bubba was giving Jesse a taste

of his own medicine up there at the penitentiary in Stark.

I went home in time for my midnight curfew. Rachael saw me out the door

with a kiss. She was wearing a loosely belted black silk kimono that

made me not want to leave. She told me how great the day had been and

how much she loved the necklace I gave her for Christmas. She said she

was going to miss me and she couldn't wait until we could be together again.

This is how much she missed me. Three days after Christmas she called me.

"Johnny, I don't think we should see each other any more," she said.
Joe J
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