Johnny Pulaski Chapter 6

Posted: February 27, 2006 - 12:03:14 am

One thing about us Pulaski men, we were fanatics about being on time. I

think it all stemmed from my grandfather's years in the military. Being

at the appointed place at the designated time, Papa called it. So on my

big day my grandfather honked his horn for me at seven fifty-nine. I

grabbed my backpack and sprinted out to his truck. As we motored out of

town Papa looked at me wistfully when we passed Mama's Diner.

"You can stop there on the way home, all you have to do is drop me off."

I said.

"Yeah, but it's not as much fun going without you," he replied.

I told him we'd go for breakfast tomorrow morning and maybe even talk

Dad into going with us. He thought that was a most excellent idea.

Papa dropped me off in front of the cabin at a quarter to nine. I

thanked him profusely for all his help. Papa brushed off my thanks with

an 'it was nothing' and wished me good luck. He roared off as I was

unlocking the door. As soon as I set down my backpack, I took out my

cell phone and texted Denise: */'Mermaid Springs cabin seven'/*. I

fluffed up the roses in the vase then pulled a bottle of bubbly out of

the mini-fridge and set it in the silver ice bucket I snuck out of our

china cabinet. I set up my portable CD player and stuck in a CD titled

*/'Romancing the Classics'/*. I was pulling out all the stops for

Denise. I was determined to make up for some of the romance she had been

cheated out of. Lastly, I took my backpack across the room and made a

few alterations to the rustic pine four-poster bed.

An hour later I heard a car crunching the gravel in front of the cabin.

I opened the door just as Denise was exiting a shiny black Jag. She

reached in and grabbed a small overnight bag and walked into my arms. I

kicked the door shut and we kissed as if we hadn't seen each other for

months.

"Nice wheels," I said when we came up for air.

"I borrowed it from my station manager," she explained. "He would have

carried me here piggy back if I'd asked. The overnight Neilson's showed

our veiwership up over fifteen percent, with me as the reason."

Most of what she said was over my head but I figured it must be good.

"Congratulations," I said.

She nodded. "Thanks, but you its your fault you know."

"Nah, all I did was help you remember how talented you really are. Now

sit down and relax," I said.

She obediently sat down on the chair I indicated. I started the CD

player and poured us both a glass of champagne. I handed her a glass

then clinked it with mine.

"Here's to you Dee, you are a truly amazing woman, all beauty, brains

and personality."

She blushed and took a sip.

"I want this so much Johnny, but I'm scared. I'm scared that I won't

live up to your expectations. I'm scared you are going to be

disappointed. I'm forty years old, Honey, and I have all the wear and

tear that goes with that. I sag and I have stretch marks. And past that,

I don't think I'm a very good lover if my husband's any indication."

She touched my heart with her little speech. I was appalled that she

still had such a low opinion of herself. I stood up and pulled her to

her feet. She came into my arms eagerly. I held her and stoked her hair.

"You've already exceeded all my expectations, Dee. I'm the luckiest guy

in Palmdale just to get to hold you."

"You always know just what to say to me, Johnny. I can't believe you're

only fifteen. Wait right here and I'll be back in a minute."

She picked up her small valise, grabbed her champagne and disappeared

into the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes and climbed into the bed

and under the covers. I propped myself up with some pillows against the

headboard and waited for her. It was ten minutes by my Casio before the

door opened and she stepped out. She stood there silhouetted in the

doorway, unmoving, her arms akimbo and her expression hopeful. She was

wearing a floor length white diaphanous gown that hid just enough.

She smiled shyly at my wow of approval.

"I bought this just for you Johnny, just for us, just for today. I know

it's corny but I wanted white for our first time."

"It's beautiful, come here," I said, sweeping back the sheet and comforter.

She crawled into the bed and snuggled against me as I pulled the covers

back over us. She was on her side and I was still lying on my back. She

pulled her knee up and draped her leg over me.

"You're naked under here!" she exclaimed.

I laughed. "Yep and in a few minutes you are going to be too. That's the

way it works."

She giggled and kissed me on the cheek.

I held her for a few minutes letting her get comfortable with our

closeness. She started caressing my chest with her small, soft hand.

"I like that you are not all hairy," she said, her voice soft and intimate.

"It's a family trait, not a lot of body hair on us Pulaski men. But you

should see the women, they are as hairy as a Yak."

She giggled again and pinched my nipple. "I love the way you can make me

laugh, Johnny. It makes being with you fun."

"Ouch," I said as she gave my nipple another twist. She was laughing

harder as I grabbed her and rolled her on top of me. I swatted her

pretty hard on the butt through the covers, "stop abusing me, woman."

When I pulled her over onto me she ended up between my legs. When I

smacked her ass she /ohhed/ and ground against me, I was rock hard by

then. Her eyes widened when she felt my erection.

"Is that all you I feel?"

Now listen, I'd love to be saying right now that she was rubbing up

against ten inches of Pulaski Kielbasa but the truth is about three

inches shorter. Name not withstanding, Kong was only slightly larger

than what our Sex Ed book said was the norm. Yet, who was I to burst

Dee-Dee's bubble?

"Yes ma'am, that's the Mighty Kong you are rubbing against."

"King Kong?"

I had her going now she was shaking with mirth.

"Nah, just Kong, the King thing sounds kinda pretentious. And he prefers

dick to penis. I'll betcha you have some cute name for your vagina,

don't you?"

She blushed and nodded. "It's Miss Coochie; that's what one of my

teammates at UF called them. We were the Classy Coochie Sisters."

It was my turn to laugh. She gave me a grin and scooted up until we were

eye to eye.

The grin left her face as she stared into my eyes. Damn, her gaze was

hypnotic. Her eyes were china blue and seemed to sparkle with an inner

light. Her expression was serious now as she held herself above me. Then

she lowered her face and our lips met. It was the kiss that moved our

relationship that final step as I could feel her surrendering herself

with it. I reached down and started working the hem of her gown upward.

She felt what I was doing, took a deep breath and then pulled the gown

up and off. Her self-description had been way too harsh. Yes, her

breasts sagged a little but they were still quite firm. She did have

some barely noticeable stretch marks, but they were on a firm, flat

tummy and still shapely hips. I forcefully rolled us over until I was

now above her. I took both of her hands in one of mine and held them

over her head. I wiggled my hips until my dick was rubbing against her

fleecy soft hair.

"Do I need to use protection?"

She gave a wide-eyed little shake of her head.

"Then put me in you," I said firmly.

She reached down quickly and grabbed Kong in a gentle grip. She rubbed

him up and down her slit; he was almost sloshing in the little minx's

copious juice. She set him at her entrance and put her hands on my hips.

I flexed my pelvis and sank about a third of the way into her. I pulled

back and pushed in harder; it took three strokes to finally seat myself

until our pubic hair was enmeshed. As soon as I bottomed out she came

with a wail. I ground against her to prolong her orgasm, happy that we'd

passed the first hurdle so quickly. When she finished cumming she looked

up at me in awe.

"How did you do that? I never climax from intercourse."

I pulled out of her even though she gave a disappointed moan.

"Don't move," I ordered.

She looked confused as I grabbed her left hand and quickly secured it to

the necktie I had tied to the bedpost earlier. I had hidden the ties

behind the mattress. When I reached for her right hand she stretched it

toward the bedpost without me saying a word. I secured her feet to the

foot posts in the same manner then moved up beside her. She had a wild

look in her eyes but it wasn't fear.

"You came so quickly Dee, because I am the master of your hot little

body. And because it is a slave to my touch, understand?"

She nodded her head quickly. "How did you know? I've secretly dreamed of

this since I was a teenager," she gasped.

"I told you we were connected Dee-Dee, somehow I know just what you need."

I spent the next thirty minutes proving what I said. Denise was as wrong

about not enjoying sex as she was about her body. I got down between her

legs and went straight for her clit with my tongue. It only took a

minute before she yelled as she came strongly. Denise was multi-orgasmic

and she was a screamer. I had to give her a pillow to bite and scream

into so she wouldn't get us arrested. Denise's little 'Coochie' would

contract as I ate her, expelling air noisily. Some time it would

contract hard enough to expel some of the fluid she was secreting. After

her third oral orgasm I shifted up the bed and kissed her. My face was

slick with her juice. As I moved my face around her lips she got the

idea and eagerly licked my face as I slipped Kong back into her.

Denise was such an incredible lover; I marveled that she had been doing

without. She seemed to come no matter what I was doing to her. We were

both ready for a break at the half hour mark so I untied her. When she

was free she wrapped herself around me and rained kisses on my face.

"That was incredible Johnny. In our first time together you made every

fantasy I ever had come true."

I went to the bathroom and got a towel to cover the large wet spot we

made so we could cuddle. Denise was made for snuggling, her little body

fit against me perfectly. As I held her I said aloud what I'd been

thinking earlier about how I was surprised that she was so responsive.

She told me she had been surprised too. She said she had never had an

experience anything near as good as what I'd just done.

"I didn't do anything but help you find what was already there," I

protested.

"Maybe," she allowed, "but you found it, so as far as I'm concerned it's

yours now."

I left her propped up in bed while I pulled the fruit and cheese tray

from Albertson's out of the fridge. I sat the tray on the bed between us

and refilled our glasses with bubbly. I wouldn't let Denise do anything

for herself as I fed her fruit dipped in caramel sauce and bites of

cheese. When she wanted a drink I carefully held her glass as she

sipped. After we ate I ran a bath for her, filling the old claw footed

tub with bubbles. I carried her into the bathroom and when she was

comfortably ensconced in the frothy water, I lovingly washed her sweet

little body. When she was clean and drowsy I stood her up, dried her

off, and carried her back to bed. She was asleep in my arms in minutes.

I was asleep wrapped around her soon after.

I woke up to the incredible feeling of someone sucking on the Kongster.

I looked down and saw my little Dee-Dee happily bobbing her head. I

reached down and stroked her tousled hair. She looked up at me and

disengaged her mouth with an audible pop.

"I can taste us both on you, Honey, we are delicious."

"So turn around so I can get a taste too."

She did just that, spinning her lithe little body around and straddling

my head. I loved Denise's pussy. It was a work of art. Her vulva was

shaved but she had a strip of blonde hair at the top of her mons that

pointed toward the good stuff. Her lips were fat and she had the largest

clit I'd seen so far. Her juices were tangy sweet and she pumped them

out profusely. I had to prop my head up with a couple of pillows so we

could stay connected, the only drawback so far from her being short.

While I had her in this position I took a few swipes at her little pink

rosebud. When she didn't protest I wet a finger and gently pushed the

first digit into her ass before redoubling my assault on her clit. She

came quickly, her scream muffled by the mouthful of dick she refused to

relinquish.

After she came a couple of times, Denise asked if she could be on top. I

was all for it so she climbed on. She sank down on me with a moan,

taking me all in one continuous motion.

"Oh, My Baby, I am so full of you this way," she hissed. "Pinch my

nipples, I like it when you squeeze them hard."

Man was it a great afternoon. Denise was insatiable; she said she was

making up for lost time. I was her willing accomplice, her

responsiveness to me and her complete submission to what I wanted was

exhilarating. Finally about six in the evening we were both knackered.

We were lying in bed covered with a sheet, kissing and cuddling when

Denise said she was hungry. I told her I had more food in the refrigerator.

"Let's go somewhere instead Baby, I bought an outfit just for tonight."

I agreed of course, and told her how proud I'd be as her date. She liked

it when I said date. We jumped in the shower then she shooed me out of

the bathroom while she dried her hair and put on her make up. It took

Denise only fifteen minutes to get prepped; I thought that might be some

sort of world record. She came back into the room as I was putting on my

shoes. She was wrapped in a towel, her overnight bag in her hand. She

dropped the bag on the bed and opened it then dropped the towel on the

floor. I loved watching her dress. She slipped on a little pair of red

panties first, then a matching lacy bra. She made a production out of

putting on her black thigh highs knowing I was watching intently. When

she had smoothed the nylons to her satisfaction she dug out a black

pleated skirt that fell into place about three inches above her knees.

She topped the outfit with a red silk blouse and red heels.

She didn't look like a teenager; she looked at least ten years younger

though. I looked her over and gave my approval with one caveat.

"No bra tonight, Dee-Dee."

"But Honey, my nipples are big and you keep me so excited they are

always hard, everyone will know I'm braless," she protested.

"You'll have a jacket on, and besides, I love looking at them."

She started to say something then nodded and did that trick women have

of removing their bra without taking off their shirt. She dropped the

bra in the suitcase and turned around. Her nipples were pushing the silk

out a good half-inch.

"Perfect," I said.

She shook her head and wagged her finger at me. "I haven't been out

braless in almost twenty years, you are /sooo/ bad, Johnny Pulaski."

"Yes, I am, don't you just love me?"

"God help me, yes, I love you to death."

She reached into the overnight bag one more time, grabbed a couple of

items and disappeared back into the bathroom. When she stepped out two

minutes later she had long black hair and was wearing black, narrow

framed glasses. She looked as if she were a totally different person.

"This is my 'don't bother me in public disguise'. What do you think?"

She looked totally different! If she were carrying a briefcase she'd be

a dead ringer for a twenty-something lawyer.

"You look hot, I am so going to nail you in that get up."

"Promises, promises," she giggled.

We went to a nice little Italian restaurant in the town bordering the

park. We sat in a booth; both of us on the same side and replenished our

depleted calories. I talked her into taking off her jacket even though

her nipples pushed against the silk of her blouse like a pair of

forty-five caliber bullets. She blushed when I told her to sit up with

her shoulders back, but she did it. Denise had a healthy appetite for a

small woman. When I teased her about it she said she worked off more

calories today than a week at the health club. I amen'd her with a

laugh. She tried to give me money for the meal but I refused and with a

flourish, whipped out one of Papa's fifties. We received a lot of

admiring looks as we left the restaurant, her jacket draped on her arm,

her draped on mine.

She gave me the keys to the Jag and I drove us back to the cabin. On the

way she told me her panties were soaked from showing off her nips. We

packed up and straightened up then loaded the car. I started back

towards Palmdale.

"I wish our day didn't have to end Johnny," she said wistfully.

"It doesn't if you don't have to be home. I have a midnight curfew and

it's only nine."

"Jack is in Atlanta and I told the kids I'd be home when I got there, so

goody."

"All righty then, I have a plan, but you have to give me your panties

first."

This time I got no arguments; she just raised her ass and shimmied out

of them. I held out my hand and she deposited the wispy red satin in my

palm. She was right; the cotton panel in the crotch was saturated. I

stuck the panties in my pocket and headed for the beach. I parked the

Jag in the public parking lot on the last beach approach and jumped out

of the car. When I opened Denise's door for her I told her to take off

her shoes and stockings as I kicked off my deck shoes. I grabbed a

blanket out of my pack, took her hand and walked us down to the beach.

As a fitting end to a glorious day, it was a perfect beach night. The

temp was still in the seventies and only a light southerly breeze blew

in off the ocean. The tide was out and the moon was a sliver high in the

sky. Best of all, very few people were on the beach with us. Dee-Dee and

I walked along the edge of the water, my arm around her shoulder, hers

around my waist. We walked about a mile, all the way up to the national

park. The park was the last section of unspoiled dunes between Palmdale

and Vero Beach. I steered Denise up into the sea oaks and spread our

blanket behind the crest of a tall dune. Sitting on the blanket we could

see the ocean but were invisible to passers by.

"I didn't know this place was here. It is as if we are on our own

deserted island," Denise said.

"I found this place two years ago when I was having problems. I use to

pretend I was a castaway like Tom Hanks in that movie."

"I remember you back then. You were such a sad and quiet boy."

We flopped down on our backs on the blanket, picking out constellations

in the cloudless heavens. Denise rolled toward me and propped her head

on her hand.

"This has been the most romantic day and night of my life Johnny," she said.

I honestly told here it was the same for me.

"So where do we go from here, Johnny? I don't want this to have been

just a one time thing."

"It won't be, Dee-Dee, I swear it. I'm going to continue to see other

girls but what we have is too special to give up. If you can live with

us not being exclusive I want to see you as much as I can."

"How can I ask you to not see anyone else given my situation? Of course

I can live with it. But I'll tell you truly, Baby, I was already half in

love with you and after today you have my heart in your hands."

I started to answer her but she put her fingers over my lips.

"You don't have to say anything. I can feel how you feel. I'm not going

to ask you for any commitments, I'm just going to enjoy any time we get

together for as long as it lasts. You've freed my soul, Johnny Pulaski,

now I want you to make love to me here under the stars and send me home

full of you."

What a woman, eh? We did make love right there in the dunes, it was

sweet, gentle and perfect. We stayed cocooned in our own little world

until the last minute. I tried to hand her panties back before we walked

to the car but she told me to keep them. I still have those panties in

my box of treasured memorabilia, they are as sacred to me as my Mickey

Mantle autographed baseball.

Now after what I just described, you are probably going to think I am an

asshole for keeping my weekly date with Caroline the next day. All I can

tell you is: apples and oranges. Caroline didn't stop being my friend

and lover just because Denise and I had such a romantic encounter. And

besides, Caroline had made it clear often enough that she wanted nothing

like what Dee and I had. So yes, after my dad, grandfather and I had

breakfast I eagerly went with Caroline and tried to fuck her brains out.

For three hours we went at it like deranged weasels.

The next day was Easter Sunday. We went to the early Mass and spent the

afternoon at the church's Easter Bazaar. My grandfather used his pull

and got me sprung from the CYO dunking booth and onto the Easter egg

hunt crew with Caroline. We each helped one of her youngest siblings

gather eggs. I'm proud to say that young George Hernandez and I found

one of the golden eggs.

I didn't get to see Denise before school started Tuesday, although we

talked on the phone some. Monday morning, the last day of freedom before

school, I delivered flowers for Denise at the Channel Sixteen studio

while she was on the air. I had my ever-willing Papa take me to the

twenty-four hour Winn Dixie where I picked up two-dozen roses in

assorted colors for only thirty dollars. I talked the lady in the floral

department into making me a nice bouquet that I dropped at the station's

reception desk along with a mushy card. My grandfather was dying of

curiosity about Dee's identity but respected my decision to keep it to

myself.

He and I were sitting at his table at Mama's enjoying a late breakfast

when my cell phone vibrated. It was a text message from Denise. I read

it and grinned. Papa gave me an inquisitive look so I passed him the

phone. */All the girls at the station are jealous. You are the sweetest

man and best lover ever, Love DEE.'/*

It was a chore going back to school on Tuesday but the upside was that

it was only seven weeks until summer vacation. In addition, next week

baseball practice started. Now I'm okay at football, but baseball was

really my sport. I freaking loved to play baseball and I was no slouch

at it either. Baseball season had already started at the high school but

the season was only six weeks long. I opted to play the last year I was

eligible for my grandfather's American Legion Post. American Legion

baseball in Valeria County was wildly popular and graduates from the

fifteen and under league made up the core of Palmdale High's varsity

team. Stan was one of those who made the move to the high school team.

It was going to be a new experience not being on the same team with him.

We had been teammates since we played little league.

Tuesday night was my first tutoring session with Jen Caldwell. I wasn't

nearly as excited about the tutoring as I was about seeing Denise. I

rang the Caldwells' doorbell at seven sharp and Denise answered it.

Denise looked her usual stylish self but she had this happy sparkle in

her eyes and she was bubbly and vivacious. She called Jen downstairs,

set us up in the dining room and told us to call her if we needed

anything. Jen looked pretty hot in a pair of tight shorts and an even

tighter t-shirt. I idly wondered if she had inherited Denise's nipples.

I quickly dropped that train of thought and remarked to Jen that her mom

seemed in a good mood.

"Yeah, weird isn't it? Since Saturday she's been Mary freaking Poppins.

But at least she and Dad aren't arguing all the time now. Dad will say

something and Mom will be all 'yes dear' and float off to cook some

gourmet meal. I think she must have bumped her head or started menopause

or something."

I laughed at her assessment and we got down to business. We knocked out

English quickly and moved on to Geometry. Jen admitted that she was lost

in the course and couldn't seem to catch up. I taught her some tricks

I'd learned last year and she eventually absorbed enough to figure out

her homework. We were just finishing the last problem when Denise came

in with a tray of milk and cookies. Jen rolled her eyes in

embarrassment. Denise set the tray down and stood close to my chair on

the side away from her daughter. She asked what we were doing and I

explained where we were. As I talked I slipped my hand up the back of

Denise's skirt. She glanced at Jen then shifted her feet apart a little

more. I dropped my hand when Jen gave her mom an exasperated look and

took a potty break.

As soon as Jen was out of the room I put my hand back where it was. I

slid my hand up to her butt expecting to feel her panties; instead all I

found was lush little naked cheeks. She giggled at my surprised

expression, leaned down and whispered in my ear.

"Later," she said then she skipped out the door.

When Jen returned I was munching on a cookie willing Kong to get soft.

"Can you believe this shit?" Jen asked indignantly, pointing at the tray.

I just shrugged and stuffed another tollhouse into my mouth. We reviewed

her history assignment and I gave her some hints on taking notes. She

told me she had a paper due next week that she had started on her

computer. I asked to see what she'd written so far. She said sure and

went to tell her mom what we were doing.

Jen's room was nicely furnished and very tidy. Her furniture was all

white and featured a full sized canopy bed. It was feminine without

being frilly. I hardly noticed her shut the door as I was looking

around. Her computer was a very nice large screen laptop set up on a

desk in one corner. I sat beside Jen on the stool from her vanity while

she occupied the desk chair. I read through what she had completed of

her report. It wasn't bad so far so all I did was recommended some

online research sources. When we were finished I started to stand up

when Jen stopped me with a hand on my thigh.

"Johnny, are you dating anyone now?" she asked.

"Not really, why?"

"Just wondering. I figured you'd have a girlfriend by now is all."

"It's hard to date without wheels."

She nodded; lack of wheels was a major showstopper in her circle of

snobby friends.

"If you had a license who do you think you would ask out?"

"I don't know, Shelly maybe, if she's available. Why, do you have some

recommendations?"

"Not really, just asking. This tutoring is a lot better than I thought

it would be. I can already see that it's gonna help. I thought I might

do you a favor and find you a girl."

Her tone of voice made me laugh. She actually though that she would be

doing me a favor by hooking my lame ass up. I ignored the date idea and

addressed the tutoring.

"Thanks Jen, I appreciate you not being bent out of shape by your mom

hiring me. By next year I'm sure you'll be able to manage much better."

"Don't change the subject, Johnny. You're a nice guy and you aren't

ugly. I think if you hung out with a better crowd, once you got your

license girls wouldn't think you were such a geek."

I just shook my head and told her we needed to go downstairs before her

mom thought we were up to something. Jen snorted and said her mom knew I

was safe and clueless about girls. Can you believe that crap? Even when

she was trying to be nice, Jennifer Caldwell was a bitch. Her comment

about who I chose as friends rankled. It was clearly a jab at Caroline

Hernandez and some of my other buds. My friends were an eclectic group,

some were jocks, some were geeks and some of them were even in the

socially elite group Jen idolized. What's in a person's heart was more

important to me than what was in their wallet. And let's face it, how

many members of the in crowd do you know that are poor and ugly? For

strength of character and basic goodness, no one in Jen's crowd was good

enough to carry Caroline's tampons. Whoops, I'd better get down off this

soapbox before I fall and bust my ass.

So where was I? Oh yeah, so anyway I went downstairs and helped Jen get

organized for the next day then told her bye. She gave me a desultory

wave and tramped her stuck up ass back upstairs. Geez, here I go again;

I'm sorry, but I wouldn't fuck that snobbish wench with your dick. I

wandered into the kitchen and told Denise I was leaving.

"I'll drive you home, let me grab my keys and purse," she said.

She waved off my protest and called up to Jen that she's driving me home

then going to the Seven-Eleven for something. Jen yelled down "Whatever

Mother" and shut her bedroom door. We cut through the kitchen and went

into the garage. As soon as the door to the house closed behind us Dee

leaned back against it.

"If you don't kiss me right now Baby, I think I will explode," she said.

I leaned down and we kissed hungrily. I broke the kiss and looked down

at her.

"I missed you Dee-Dee," I said.

"And I missed you too Baby, I think about you a thousand times a day."

She hit the garage door opener and pushed me away. "Go get your bike and

we'll put it in my truck. I want to spend some alone time with you."

I ran out of the garage and rolled my bicycle back in. She had already

opened the hatch of her humongous, politically incorrect, silver Lincoln

Navigator. I hoisted the bike in and she lowered the hatch with a button

on her key fob. Can anyone tell me why petite women love big SUVs? Hers

was as big as a school bus. I opened the driver's door and held it for

her; she stepped on the running board and slid gracefully into the seat,

flashing me a peek of her bare butt in the process. I ran around and

jumped in myself as she cranked the big V-8 to life. She giggled when I

told her how much I liked her truck.

"Don't get to used to it," she said. "I'm trading it in on a bright

yellow Hummer as soon as the dealership can get one delivered. Jack is

going to have a cow when I pull up in a General Motors vehicle."

Denise drove us down to Walmart of all places. She pulled her truck into

a parking space under a broken light at the end of the lot. The

limousine tinted windows of the Navigator made us as invisible as we had

been at the beach. Denise flipped up the center armrest and climbed into

my lap facing me.

"Take Kong out baby so I can sit on him," she said breathlessly.

I hurried to do as she had asked, Kong manfully rising to the occasion.

I held him by his base as Dee enveloped him in her steamy little

channel; once impaled she sighed and hugged me tight.

"I think this might be where I really belong Baby. Right here joined to

you. I thought I must have dreamed Friday it was so good."

She started rocking on me slowly mostly grinding us together. My reward

for letting her set the tempo was our crashing simultaneous orgasm. I

had to take off my shirt and sacrifice my t-shirt to clean us up. Dee

said she'd wash the shirt for me and tossed it into the back seat. I

fell asleep that night wondering at the contrast between Denise and her

daughter Jennifer; in Jen's case the acorn fell a long way from the

tree. I could not comprehend how Jen could idolize the people she hung

out with when she had such a perfect role model at home.

I guess to make up for dragging during February and March; time

accelerated for the rest of April and the first half of May. I was

constantly busy with school, tutoring, and baseball. In addition I had

to squeeze in time for Caroline and Denise. I took my finals during the

last week in May and suddenly I was free of school and Jennifer

Caldwell, I was most happy to say adios to both.

June, by contrast, was an excellent month. I was scorching the American

Legion League as the right fielder for Palmdale Post 661, hitting a

lofty three-seventy. I also had fifteen dingers and a healthy slugging

percentage. My post puberty body and the weight training I had been

doing gave me some serious power. I have played either right field or

first base my entire baseball career because I'm left handed. I'm fast

enough to cover a lot of ground out there in right, which allows our

center fielder to cheat a few steps towards left field. It is surprising

how many balls those three or four steps keep out of the gap in

left-center. Our team was on top of the league standing by four games by

mid June and we were pulling away from the second place team by at least

a half a game a week.

What really put the icing on the baseball cake was the involvement of my

father and grandfather. My father signed on as the major sponsor of our

team, and he and Papa were serious supporters. Even Jethro got in on the

act becoming our team mascot. The Doofus was always good for a few

laughs during pre-game warm ups as he frenetically tore around the field

chasing any ball that someone missed. By now Jethro had gotten the idea

of fetch and would trot over to the dug out and spit any ball he managed

to snag at Papa's feet. Caroline and Michelle Hoffman even managed to

get to some of our games. I felt like King Shit when the two cuties

yelled my name when I came to bat.

I am sure glad I had an enjoyable June because the rest of the summer

went down hill like a runaway locomotive. Let me tell you why.
Joe J
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