Johnny Pulaski Chapter 8

Posted: March 06, 2006 - 12:01:28 am

After Mass, on the Sunday after the Homecoming dance, I had a message

from Amanda on my cell phone to call her. When I returned her call she

told me I was invited to dinner at her house that night. I got

permission to go from my dad then accepted the invitation.

Amanda offered to come pick me up but I declined and rode my bike over

instead; I hoped the trip would be the swan song of having to use a

mountain bike as my primary mode of transportation. I pedaled the two

miles to Amanda's. She and her mom lived in a nice subdivision

surrounding two golf courses. The guard at the gate finally waved me

through after thoroughly examining my ID. It was embarrassing to get

hassled sitting on a bicycle as people driving by gawked at me. I guess

me on a bicycle was a whole different matter than two girls and me in a

Lincoln last night. I was on time even with the delay at the gate; when

I rang the bell Jane answered the door.

Jane was as nicely dressed and impeccably groomed, as she had been last

night. Now I don't know if it was my grandmother's influence, or whether

it was from being with Dee-Dee, but I was becoming a big fan of women

who made an effort in their appearance. I took both of Jane's hands in mine.

"You look more beautiful every time I see you," I said sincerely.

"You are too sweet, ' she replied, again with the sexy flutter in her

eyelids.

I held on to one of her hands as she led me to the living room again.

"I'll go get Amanda," she said.

"What? No hug first?" I asked.

She hesitated only a second before stepping into my arms. She was a

delightful armful. I again kissed her, this time more on the lips. She

held the hug a few seconds and then went to fetch her daughter. Amanda

came into the room by herself.

"Jeez, Pulaski, haven't you ever heard of being fashionably late?"

"If I had know you would be looking this good I'd have been here an hour

ago," I replied.

I meant what I said, no grunge look for Mandy today. She was wearing a

skirt and sweater that sure let me know she was a woman. She blushed and

stepped into my open arms. It was no quick little kiss with Amanda,

though, as she planted one on me that left me breathless. Amanda stayed

in my arms after we broke the kiss.

"I'm very happy that you are here, Johnny, and Mom's been atwitter all

day. I must be crazy but I trust you Johnny, so do what you think is

right with her. One of these days we are going to sit down and discuss

this attraction thing, though."

"Fair enough," I said.

Next to my mother and sister, Amanda Pullman was the smartest person I

had ever met. I think if anyone could help me figure out these

sensations I received from certain women, it would be her.

Dinner was excellent; Jane missed her calling not being a chef. We had a

roast with potatoes and carrots and fresh baked dinner rolls.

Everything, Amanda said proudly, was made from scratch. I think the

amount of food I packed away proved to Jane that my praise of her

cooking wasn't just flattery.

After dinner, Amanda and I helped Jane in the kitchen, ignoring her plea

that she had it covered. After we had put the last plate in the

dishwasher, Amanda excused herself to call Caroline. It was something to

do with schoolwork, she told her mother. I sat at the table drinking

coffee and chatting with Jane while waiting for Amanda. In about five

minutes she came into the dining room wearing her jacket and carrying

her car keys.

"I'm going to run a couple of books over to Caroline's. Johnny, stay

here so you and Mom can get to know one another and I'll be right back."

Her mother looked a little put out by her leaving but Amanda kissed her

on the cheek and told her it was important. The she kissed me on the

lips, winked at me and left with a wave. Jane started to apologize but I

shrugged her off.

"I think Amanda left so we could talk in private," I said.

Jane thought for a minute and smiled as she realized I was probably right.

"I guess we do need to talk, Johnny. I am so happy Amanda has finally

started dating again. I am even happier she is dating you. I know your

father very well; he banks at the branch I manage and also takes care of

our cars. Your father is such a good man and I have a feeling you are a

lot like him."

Small world wasn't it?

"Amanda is an amazing young woman, but then again, you are pretty

amazing yourself."

Jane looked at me quizzically. "You don't have to butter me up or be

overly friendly, Johnny. I told you I was all for you dating my daughter."

"It isn't that Jane, and I can prove it; here, give me your hand."

I laid my hand on the table palm up and she hesitated only a moment

before taking it. I watched fascinated as the hair on her arms rose with

goose bumps.

"Feel that?' I asked.

She gave a little nod.

"With some people I have a connection of some sort. For some reason,

with you it is stronger than with anyone so far. I know from experience

that you can feel a lot of what I feel when we are touching. Now close

your eyes."

When she obediently closed her big baby blues I leaned forward and

pressed my lips against hers. I made my lips soft and gently moved them

over hers. When I pried her lips apart with my tongue she resisted only

briefly. I gently broke the kiss.

"Keep your eyes closed and listen to me please. I kissed you like that

because you are a beautiful woman and I'm attracted to you. I told

Amanda that. Amanda doesn't mind because she said you needed to get on

with your life and if I can help she's all for it. I don't know what's

going to happen between you and me, or for that matter Amanda and me,

but I like being around you both and hope I can do that. What do you think?"

Jane blinked a couple of times and regarded me with a steady calculating

gaze.

"I felt ever word you said," she said softly, "every single word came

across as a feeling of sincere honesty. I don't know how you do it, and

I don't know why it doesn't scare the hell out of me. But here it is, I

trust you to do what's right, and I'm going to leave everything up to

you. Just don't hurt my daughter inadvertently, okay? It would kill me

to be a party to that."

"It is easy to promise that, Jane, you both already mean a lot to me."

"Good," she said, "now what are your plans for me?"

I told her the truth, "I really don't have any; I just want to be around

you."

She smiled at that. "Hmmm, well do you think another one of those kisses

would fit in your 'non-plan'?"

I said I was hoping it might and pulled her up to her feet. I was really

getting to like making out with these tall girls. Jane was a good kisser

when she put her mind to it. She had me seeing stars in less than a

minute. I slid my hands down and cupped her butt as we kissed heatedly.

Jane definitely had a handful for me to grab.

"You have a fantastic body," I told her when we broke the kiss.

She laughed at that. "I'm a big girl Johnny, no question about it, but I

work hard to keep in shape and I'm not ashamed of how I look. I hope you

are trying to make Amanda feel the same way. I don't want her feeling

bad because her new friend Caroline is such a tiny little waif."

"Not a problem," I said.

Talking with Jane was as much fun as talking with Amanda. It was obvious

to me where Amanda got her slightly skewed sense of humor. We sat and

gabbed for fifteen minutes until Amanda arrived home. Jane and I cracked

up at her daughter's noisy entrance. She followed our laughter into the

kitchen.

"Mom I haven't heard you laugh that hard in ages," Amanda sounded pleased.

"I haven't felt this good in ages," Jane admitted.

I hung out for another half hour then had to get home. At the door it

was Jane who kissed me. It wasn't one of her specials, but it was sweet.

Amanda walked out with me to see me off.

"It was wonderful to hear my mother laughing Johnny, thank you."

"My pleasure," I replied.

"It might be your pleasure real soon. I'm going to talk to Mom about

getting on the pill tonight."

"Good luck with that," I said.

Man did the week drag as I impatiently waited for my birthday. I was

even unfocused at football practice, doing stupid stuff that ended up

causing me to run about a million of Coach Boyette's punishment laps.

When Friday finally straggled around, I was up at the butt crack of

dawn, even though the DMV didn't open until eight.

I caught half an hour of Denise's program while I waited for my

grandfather. Denise was interviewing a county commissioner about the

beach situation. I was impressed at how well prepared and knowledgeable

Denise was as she questioned the guy about federal funds for

replenishing the beaches. Papa interrupted my viewing shortly after

seven-thirty. We cruised to the DMV in Nana's Lincoln arriving five

minutes before they opened. I had the first appointment of the day and

at eight forty-five walked out with my license.

Papa took me to Mama's to celebrate. I watched Tina and my grandfather

closely as they interacted, trying to get a hint of their relationship.

Tina seemed so familiarly comfortable around him, just like Dee-Dee and

me. True, my grandfather was seventy-five years old but he was still a

vigorous old coot. I wasn't difficult to imagine Papa popping a few of

those little blue hardon pills and Pulaskifying buxom Tina. Papa proudly

told Tina that I was sixteen today.

"You know Tina, a woman like you could make a man out of him," Papa teased.

Tina laughed as I blushed furiously. "If he's related to you Jan, I'm

betting I would have to get in line."

Tina brought our coffee and served it from behind me. I blushed again as

she purposely rested one of her big melons on my shoulder as she served

us. I swear that when she walked off her nipples were pushing her

sweater out a good inch. I watched in awe as her surprisingly trim hips

swished toward the kitchen.

"Down boy," Papa said with a grin.

"That's a lot of woman," I gulped.

Papa sighed. "Almost too much," he said.

Papa dropped me off at school at ten. It was a good day for me, as Alice

Cooper almost said, "I was sixteen and I liked it."

The football game that night was an away game down in Brevard County. We

had a team meeting after school and bussed down at four-thirty for the

game. It was a tough game dominated by two excellent defenses. We were

lucky to eke out a ten to seven victory. I had a good game and actually

set up the game winning field goal by forcing a fumble on the Titusville

30 yard line. I rode home with Darryl Pritchett, a big offensive lineman

I'd made friends with. I was stoked that it would hopefully be the last

ride I had to mooch.

My dad congratulated me on my game; he'd driven down to see it although

I hadn't seen him there.

"Jane Pullman said to tell you good game, too. She and her daughter were

there."

"Really? I didn't know they were coming."

"Jane spoke highly of you, Johnny, she said she was very pleased you and

her daughter are dating. I trust you not to hurt her feelings. I know

you are also seeing Caroline and that could lead to complications."

"It's cool Dad, Caroline and I are just friends and Mandy knows that."

"Hmmm, does she also know you slip off with your friend once a week?"

I looked Dad straight in the eye, "Yes," was all I said.

Dad shook his head in wonder, "You are a lot like Vik with the ladies.

Good night son, and happy birthday."

He started for his bedroom, but then turned back toward me.

"Oh, I almost forgot, your birthday present needed new brake rotors that

I had to order from the dealer, they'll be in Monday. Sorry about that,

but you should have your truck by Tuesday for school."

I thanked him and went to bed myself. I resigned myself to waiting three

more days for wheels, but after waiting sixteen years, I guessed I'd live."

It was funny but I didn't feel any older the next day as I did my

chores. Without Mom and Katrina around, Dad and I split the housework

between us. We were both neat anyway, so it wasn't a big deal. Dad was

an hour late getting home from work and by then I had the house looking

spiffy. Dad and I hung out together all day. It was enjoyable. We

pressure washed the deck and did some minor repairs around the house.

Dad told me that we were going out to dinner at six with my grandparents.

I dressed in a nice shirt and Dockers for dinner because we were going

with Nana. Papa and Nana drove up at five-thirty and took us to Olga's

Steak House. Olga's was owned by Olga Swistak, a good friend of my

grandmothers. Olga's was the best place to get a steak in Central

Florida. In addition, Olga had some traditional Polish fare on her menu.

You could get pierogis, golabki (stuffed cabbage), hunter's stew, and

the best cheese blintzes you ever tasted. I was looking forward to Aunt

Olie spoiling me rotten.

When we arrived at the restaurant Olga herself greeted us at the door.

Olga had proclaimed herself my aunt when I was about three years old and

she was just opening a small restaurant. In the years since then Olga

had to find a bigger place then finally build the large restaurant we

were at now. Aunt Olie was a large motherly woman whom everybody loved.

Olga grabbed me and pulled my face down for a big buss on the cheek.

"Nadia, he is such a handsome young man!" she exclaimed to Nana.

Nana beamed in pride as Olie hugged Dad and Papa.

"I have a nice table for you in the small banquet room," Olie said,

taking my arm.

When we walked through the archway into the room about fifty people

yelled surprise and started blowing noisemakers. I was stunned. All the

Hernandez family was there, sitting at three tables pushed together,

Amanda and Jane Pullman were sitting with them. At another table sat

Jen, Richie, Stan and Michelle with their dates. Denise Drake was

sitting with them, looking gorgeous as usual. A bunch of guys from my

football team were scattered around with their dates. Even Coach Boyette

was there with his wife and children.

The biggest surprises were at a long table set up against one wall with

all the chairs on one side. My Mother was standing behind a chair and

Rachael Scofield was sitting beside her. My heart jumped around in my

chest at the sight of Rachael. She was blonde now, her hair a little

lighter than her natural color and she looked just as heartbreakingly

beautiful as I remembered her. I walked around the table and hugged my

Mom. She squeezed me tight and kissed my cheek, her eyes wet with unshed

tears.

"I've missed you so, Johnny," she said.

I didn't know how much I believed that but I remembered the rule and

mumbled something polite to her. When she released me, I turned to

Rachael. She stood up and gave me a shy smile.

"I missed you too, Johnny," she said softly.

I swear I wanted to say something biting and sarcastic, something like

"you have a funny way of showing it". Instead I opened my arms. Her

smile got bigger and she rushed into them. As soon as I touched her I

knew she was telling the truth, the raw emotion of her feelings made me

dizzy. I let her go when my grandfather started seating us. When we were

all in our chairs Papa stood up and made a toast.

"Thank you all for coming tonight to help us celebrate Johnny's

birthday. By Polish tradition my grandson is a man now. And I am proud

to say that he is about the finest young man I've ever known. So lets

eat and party and make his coming of age official."

I could have crawled under the table from his effusive praise. I was

spared further embarrassment as the wait staff started bringing out the

food. Olie had done it up right; fixing a feast she served family style.

Platters of stuffed chicken breast and stuffed cabbage were placed on

every table along with mounds of pierogis and loaves of fresh baked

bread. I was hungry and dug in as conversations swirled around me. I

took a break from stuffing my face and asked Dad about the party. He

told me it was my grandparents' doing. He just got invited like everyone

else. I looked over at Papa and caught his eye; he winked and reached

for another pierogi.

As we were finishing dessert a kid I vaguely knew from school came out

and walked behind a DJ setup I hadn't even noticed tucked into a corner

of the room. He turned on his mike and gave a happy birthday speech then

started playing music as the staff cleared the tables. I saw Nana's

fingerprints all over the party when the lights dimmed and he started

played a waltz. Nana grabbed my hand and tugged me out onto the empty

side of the room in front of the DJ. I waltzed her around and thanked

her for the party.

"You are the light of our lives Johnny. Your grandfather and I are so

proud of you. Your are so tall and handsome, and you dance very well."

I blushed and spun her around the floor. Nana danced like one of those

old time movie stars; at sixty she was still lithe and vivacious. She

laughed gaily as my grandfather cut in on our dance.

"Get your own girl," he growled, "This pretty little thing is mine."

I moved back and watched them for a second, Jesus, was I ever some kind

of lucky.

When I started off the dance floor Caroline grabbed me. As soon as we

started dancing other couples joined us. The DJ was very good; he mixed

up the music and kept everyone dancing. Being the birthday boy I got to

dance with all the girls, it was a tough job but someone had to do it. I

had interesting conversations with some of my partners. It started with

Caroline.

"Amanda and I have a present for you. Do you still have your backpack

full of goodies?"

When I told her I did she informed me that Jane was going out of town

Wednesday and not to make any plans for that evening. I told her I wouldn't.

Michelle snagged me after the obligatory dance with my mother.

She snuggled right up to me even though her boyfriend was watching.

"My birthday is in a couple of months and I know exactly what you can

give me," she whispered in my ear.

When I dragged Amanda on the floor she said, "Geez, Romeo, who is that

blonde over there mooning over you. She looks like a lingerie model."

"Her name is Rachael Scofield, she goes to UCF. We dated a few times

last year."

When I danced with Rachael I commented on her hair and that she was

wearing regular contacts and not tinted ones.

"I changed them as soon as I came back from Christmas break last year.

The other ones reminded me of you too much. We need to talk Johnny but I

have something at school I can't miss tomorrow. Can I see you next weekend?"

Without an ounce of pride I eagerly agreed and we made a date for the

following Saturday night.

And so it went right on down the line. Denise told me she missed me and

loved being back in my arms even though we were dancing circumspectly.

Jane asked me over for Sunday dinner again. The big surprise was

Caroline's little sister Carla. She was fourteen now and quickly growing

up. Her body was already showing signs of being as killer as her

sister's. Carla was in the eighth grade and doing well in school. Her

hair wasn't as thick or long as Caroline's. She was more fashion

conscious than her sister.

"Johnny, do you think we could go on a date next year when I'm in high

school?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, "as long as your sister and parents agree to it."

I figured it wouldn't be a big deal taking Carla out once because there

was no connection between us.

At nine I opened presents. I got some really cool stuff, clothes, CDs,

DVDs, and stuff like that. When I finished reading the last card my

father nonchalantly handed me a set of keys.

"We finished your truck sooner than I thought, so I had it brought over

here, ' he said.

I thanked him with a hug. I wanted to rush out and see it but good

manners kept me inside with my guests. The DJ played one more set and

called it a night at ten. The restaurant was closing so we all started

leaving. I found Aunt Olie and thanked her for the wonderful dinner. She

gave me a smothering hug and handed me a gift card for her restaurant.

"I saw all the girls looking at you Johnny. I think you will need this

for some romantic dates."

When we got outside my father pointed out a bright red Ford pickup. My

heart raced as I walked toward it. The truck was a teenaged boy's wet

dream. It was a Lightning, Ford's tricked out, souped up, sports version

of their venerable F-150 pickup. All my friends thought the truck was

way cool and all the girls wanted rides. I said goodbye to everyone and

collected some more hugs from all the women. I even got a little kiss

from Carla Hernandez and Dee-Dee slipped a piece of folded paper into my

hand. Pretty soon it was just my parents and me standing there. Mom was

staying the night but had to be back in Houston for Monday.

Dad showed me how things worked on the truck and told me something about

it. It was five years old but only had 48 thousand miles on it. Juan

Hernandez had gone through it with a fine-toothed comb and pronounced it

in excellent mechanical condition. Dad had the brakes replaced and had

swapped out the short wide tires for some he said would ride and wear

better. Dad popped open the hood and showed me the detailed engine

compartment with its big Eaton super charger.

"Johnny this truck is faster than most sports cars, so drive it like you

have good sense. Get used to how it handles before you try seeing what

it can do."

I told him "yes sir" and gave him a hug. He patted my back and said my

curfew was one AM now before leaving with Mom.

I climbed up into my new ride and unfolded the note from Dee.

I'm going to Wal-Mart to pick up a couple of things. If you happened to

be there when I'm finished I'd love to go for a ride.

I fired up the engine and cautiously pulled out of Olga's parking lot.

One thing I did religiously was take my father's advice. He didn't give

me a lot, but when he did, I knew from experience it was golden. Damn

that truck was fine! I motored to the twenty-four hour Wally World and

pulled in next to Dee's Hummer. It wasn't hard to find the big yellow

beast in the half full lot. I was fiddling with the radio when I saw her

approaching; she was pushing a cart full of groceries. I hopped out and

helped her stash them in the back of her SUV then opened the passenger

door of my truck for her.

I drove us down to the beach and parked in the public lot so we could

watch the ocean. The water was rough tonight; cavitating against the sea

wall in big swirling swooshes. Dee turned sideways in her seat so we

could talk. I flipped up the armrest so nothing was between us.

"I saw you talking to that county guy this morning. When are they going

to fix the beach?" I asked.

"FEMA supposedly is coming up with the money and the county is accepting

proposals now, but it will probably be this time next year before the

public beaches are restored. A plan is already under way to truck in

sand for some of the bigger hotels. It sure was a bad idea to build over

the top of the dunes. Down where we went that night the dunes actually

grew."

"Another year, huh, that's gonna hurt the economy."

She nodded in agreement then changed the subject.

"That blonde sitting with you was Rachael, wasn't she?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Is she back in your life now?"

"I don't know; she wants to talk to me next weekend."

"She's a beautiful woman, Baby."

"Yes she is," I agreed. Then I added, "If she worked at it she could be

almost as beautiful as you."

In the dim moon light Dee's smile lit up the cab of my truck. She

scooted across the seat and kissed me. It was a way better kiss than the

little cheek smack she gave me at the party.

"All evening I wanted to be in your arms, Johnny. The dancing was such a

tease. I really dislike not seeing you. Maybe now that you are driving

we can meet somewhere away from Palmdale."

"I'd love that Dee-Dee."

We talked some more. She asked about my parents and grandparents, I

asked about her fledgling political career. She said that she was

considering an offer to be a media consultant for the Governor. She was

also laying the groundwork for a run for the State House of

Representatives when redistricting gave our county another seat. She was

excited about her chances of getting elected if they held an off year

election in 2005 to fill the seat.

"Wow, I volunteer to be your page. I won't rat you out if you try to

take advantage of me," I joked.

She laughed and told me the job was mine.

I felt really good when I drove her back to her Hummer. As I walked her

to her door, she stopped and looked at my license plates.

"Those must be a gift from your Mom," she said.

I looked at them for the first time. They were commemorative vanity

plates showing a space shuttle in flight. My tag number was *JPP-III*.

Very cool.

Sunday afternoon I cruised up to the gate at the Pullmans' community as

if I owned the place. This time the gate guard was much friendlier. I

gave him the address and he waved me through. As soon as I was in the

house and properly hugged, Amanda wanted a ride in my truck. I took her

out to I-95 and gave the truck a little more gas than I'd been using

around town. I almost peed my pants when the supercharger spooled up and

we shot onto the highway already doing eighty-five. I eased back down to

seventy once we merged and glanced at Amanda to apologize in case I

scared her. Mandy's chest was heaving but she looked anything but

scared. She turned her big eyes toward me.

"Jesus, Pulaski, I think I just came."

When I brought her back twenty minutes later Jane insisted on a ride

too. I was a little more sedate driving Jane around. I liked the way she

looked sitting there in my passenger seat, her long legs crossed and her

breasts proudly prominent as she leaned back. I told her what I though

and she smiled cutely.

"Then I guess you are going to have to find a way to get me in here more

often," she said.

Yes indeedy, that sounded like a plan.

It was liberating to drive into the student parking lot Monday morning.

The only down side was having to stop on the way at the Seven-Eleven to

buy gas. Twenty of my birthday dollars went into the tank. I was going

to have to drive sensibly or hit the lotto. My truck drew a crowd of

motor heads as soon as I parked. I had to pop the hood so they could oh

and ah over the engine. I took my registration and license to the office

and got my student-parking sticker then hustled to homeroom.

Tuesday evening I had to go to Walgreen's to replenish my prophylactic

supplies for the next night. I had some condoms left and some of the

female stuff I bought for Caroline, but I didn't want to chance

something passing its expiration date. It was way to soon to start

planting little Pulaskis. I was in the birth control aisle when I saw

Caroline behind the pharmacist's counter smirking smugly at me. Her

laughing at my expense would never do so I marched up to the counter.

"Excuse me Miss but could you help me? I'm having trouble finding what I

need."

She was blushing but maintained her professional demeanor. She gave a

signal to the Pharmacist and stepped through the pharmacy door.

"Now how can I help you sir?"

I led a little way down the aisle to the female contraceptives section.

"Well you see Miss (I made a production of glancing down at her nametag)

Hernandez, I have a date tomorrow with two beautiful girls.

Unfortunately one of them is not on the pill so I need something to back

up these condoms." I said in a low conversational voice.

I was having fun as Caroline was redder than I'd ever seen her before.

She glanced around to make sure we were alone then reached for a package

of the spermicidal sponges. The girl had game; she cleared her throat

and fired back.

"Ahem, well Mr. Pulaski, I think the ladies in question would prefer

this brand as it is odorless and when applied correctly, tasteless."

Touché.

Wednesday I worked furiously in study hall to get my homework done. I

had to do that to insure I had the time tonight to go to Amanda's.

Football practice on Wednesdays before a game was always tough. Coach

Boyette worked our dicks into the dirt so Thursday could be for

fine-tuning. I knew when I got home my father wouldn't let me go out if

all of my assignments weren't done. I was a Pulaski and school came

first. My father was proud that I did well in school but to him a 'C'

average would have been acceptable if I was trying my hardest.

I zoomed into the house at five-fifteen and ripped through the work I

didn't complete in study hall. I finished by six and ate dinner with

Dad. He cooked tonight, meaning we had Chinese takeout from Mr. Poon's.

My grandfather cracked me up once by idly asking if Mr. Poon's wife was

Mrs. Tang. You know, PoonTang, yuck-yuck.

So anyway, I'm outta there at six-thirty like my ass was on fire and my

hair was catching, the Mighty Kong slobbering in my skivvies in

anticipation. My longhaired buddy, the rent-a-cop, waved me through the

gate with one of those thumb and pinky finger wagging surfer salutes. I

decided that I was gonna dedicate my first cum of the evening to him.

Sorta like that Budweiser ad from last years Super Bowl, "So this ones

for you Mr. Gate Guard Security Guy."

I pulled into the Pullman's driveway at a quarter till seven. I had to

be home by ten so I had three hours to try to fuck myself into ill

health. Amanda yanked the door open before I could ring the bell and

dragged me into the house by my shirt.

"Get in here Pulaski we are about to explode waiting for you."

I put my backpack down and took a good look at Amanda. She was wearing a

black teddy with little black panties. Her hair was casually tousled and

her skin glowed. When I looked past her Caroline had on the same outfit

in white, I guess this black and white thing was becoming their

trademark. Caroline looked wound up already and Amanda was flushed, I

figured they found a way to pass the time until I arrived.

The girls each grabbed an arm and led me through the dining room. I had

never been this far in the Pullmans' house as we passed through a double

set of doors and into a huge bedroom. The room was nicely decorated with

a king sized bed centered on one wall. The view from the bed was out a

wall of sliding glass doors overlooking a large pool.

"Nice," I commented.

"It's my Mom's room, her bed is bigger and I thought we might need the

room," Amanda replied.

I watched Amanda carefully, trying to see if she was willing

participating or being swept along by my aggressive little Latin love

machine. Amanda appeared to be as gung-ho as Caroline was. I thought she

might feel awkward hopping right into bed like this but if she was she

kept it well hidden. Caroline started hastily undressing me and Amanda

joined in enthusiastically. They had me buck ass naked in seconds.

Caroline grabbed Kong and tugged me toward the bed. I followed her lead

and dove into the bed. One of the girls sidled up on either side of me

as Caroline finally said something.

"Johnny, this is going to be new to all of us so we are counting on you

to make it special."

No pressure here folks.

I turned my head and kissed Caroline and did the same for Amanda. When I

finished the two girls kissed each other over the top of me. Caroline

might have said she was counting on me but she already had a plan in

mind as she crawled across both Amanda and me while we kissed again.

Amanda whined in my mouth as Caroline started nibbling on the back of

her neck. Caroline and I double-teamed Amanda as if we'd done it a

hundred times before. Caroline was as sexually assertive with Amanda as

she was with me. It was hard to believe this was her first time with

another girl. When we reached Amanda's hips Caroline assisted me in

removing Amanda's wispy panties.

With her panties out of the way Amanda's enjoyment of our attention was

evident. She was soaking wet down there and pungently aromatic. I licked

up and down her slit a time or two as Caroline watched excitedly. When I

raised my head questioningly, Caroline only hesitated a second before

taking my place. Caroline flipped her long single braid over her

shoulder and took a tentative lick at Amanda's fragrant quim. She

stopped and processed the flavor, then with a moan dove back in.

Lying there with nothing to do, I noticed Caroline's little ass moving

around as she munched muff. Well, I'm not the sharpest pencil in the

box, but even I figured out what I could be doing instead of just

watching. I got up and knee walked behind Caroline, Kong leading the way

like the dragon on the prow of a Viking ship. I hooked my thumb into the

string of her thong and pulled it aside. It took me a few seconds to get

lined up as Caroline's ass was bobbing and weaving like a flyweight

boxer during a title fight. When I was in position I sunk into her in

one steady push.

When I hit bottom Caroline raised her head and moaned. Amanda reached

up, grabbed her braid and pulled her back down. Caroline's usual loud

appreciation of my efforts were muffled by Amanda's thighs clamped

around her head. With Caroline immobilized I figured a little

hanky-spanky was in order so I brought my hand down crisply on her

golden little ass. Caroline squealed into Amanda's muff; her ass went

into overdrive as she came.

Caroline was a trooper and never stopped working on Amanda as she

shimmied in pleasure. Caroline's cum helped trigger Amanda. She came

with a series of squeaky oh, oh, ohs, her hips beating a staccato tattoo

against Caroline's voracious mouth. Seeing and hearing my lovers in

ecstasy took me over the top. I came so hard I had to check to make sure

my nuts were still attached.

When I was drained I fell to the side too knackered to move. Amanda was

bushed as well but Caroline was just getting wound up. She disengaged

from Amanda and slurped softening Kong into her mouth. Caroline spit

shined my knob until Kong was rampant again. She released Kong with a

last loving lick.

"Get a rubber Johnny, I'm dying to see you put that monster into Mandy,"

she whined.

It took us a few seconds to get me sheathed in the Trojan and fit Amanda

with the sponge. When were all set I rolled between Amanda's thighs.

Caroline snatched a small plastic bottle off the nightstand and squeezed

a dollop if thick liquid gel onto my rubber encased dick. When I looked

at her inquisitively she grinned and said, "It's called Love Lotion, we

found it in the nightstand with some other interesting stuff."

I had a fleeting thought about respecting Jane's privacy but with my

dick sitting at the portals of paradise I lost my train of thought. When

everything was ready I looked up into Amanda's smoky gray eyes. She was

staring back at me pensively.

"Are you sure about this Mandy? We can skip this and just play if you want."

"I'm ready Johnny, but go slow okay? I don't have a hymen but nothing

bigger than a tampon has ever been in there."

I nodded and rocked forward slightly. Kong's head popped in for a look

around. It was slow going but in about a dozen strokes I was all the way

in. Amanda was the tightest thing old Kong had ever been in and he liked

it a lot. When I hit bottom, Amanda sighed and squirmed around a little

getting comfortable. I held still to let her adjust. Caroline was a very

interested observer but she didn't do anything but watch. I appreciated

her letting this be just between Amanda and me.

When Amanda gave me a little nod, I pulled back and powered forward at

half speed. I was rewarded with one of her cooing 'ohs'. Encouraged I

did it again faster. Amanda tentatively rose up to meet me that stroke

and soon we had established a nice rhythm. I wanted to feel those long

legs wrapped around me so I lifted them over my shoulders one at a time.

The change of angle was just the ticket for Amanda as my strokes were

hitting new and interesting places. She was soon breathing hard and

urging me to go faster. I was very happy when she climaxed. The girl

left nothing on the table when she came; she bucked so hard she almost

threw me off then went rigid and moaned loudly. While she was arched up

I pounded out my own release. I held my weight off her as long as I

could then slumped to the side.

When her breathing retuned to normal Amanda said, "Well Pulaski, I guess

you proved that I'm not a total lesbo. That was wonderful."

"The pleasure was all mine," I said.

When I departed at quarter till ten I could barely get to my truck.

Amanda said she would be walking like a cowgirl all week. Caroline was

covered in Amanda's juices and my cum, but was still raring' to go. I

had a feeling the Amanda wasn't going to get much sleep that night.
Joe J
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