Author: Frederick T.
Title: The Way it Should Have Been
Part: 1 of 1
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Keywords: (MF rom)
Language: English
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!!!!! ATTENTION READER !!!!!
The following story is a work of sexual fiction. So it follows that
youngsters should not be reading it. If you happen to fall into that category
and still reading, there's not much I can do to prevent you from continuing.
That's part of the problem...The just tremendous explosion of information
today compared to say...Just ten years ago. Shit ! How about thirty years
ago ? Today's youngsters and young adults have so many more issues than we
had...Things we never thought about. The war was the defining issue of our
time. Today there is no unifying idea to guide youth and yet maybe, they
don't need that much ? Guidance, that is.
Having said that. I really believe censoring the material a young mind
absorbs is the responsibility of the adult who has custodial responsibility
for the young mind...It's not the government's responsibility or mine because
I happen to contribute to this news group...You can't shut down the
information...A tremendous example would be the demise of the soviet union.
In retrospect, it's easy to see how western information just bombarded their
government into submission. A great time to be a member of the armed forces
but then why are so many getting out ? Another part of the problem ? And who
says it's a problem ?
I'm going to diverge a bit from the usual and say that although the plot
and subplots of the following tale stem from the author's fertile imagination,
the characters...Well, the characters are made up of bits and pieces of the
tumble dried assortment of friends and acquaintances I've made over a rich and
long life. I find it hard to believe that anyone my age, who writes, doesn't
do the same.
So many of you have asked for some stories about Willy when he was
younger. Well, unfortunately Willy was a pretty typical Southern California
surfer of the era circa, 1955...1956...1957...1958...Through about the mid-
60's. But since this is fiction...Nah ! It's fucking fantasy...Not even
fiction, just total fantasy ! So here goes...The following story is the way
Willy...Well, it's the way it should have been ! Now we can quibble over a
lot of the details and some of the stories may appear to be a little larger
today than they actually were but that's story telling !
I'd like to dedicate the following story to those who have meant the most
to me...From the early years to the present. The tales we could tell about
this and that...The secrets we shared and still share. The times we've been
not quite in control of any part of our lives but found you standing right
there and that was cool. The intimacies we shared go beyond the sex. It's
hard to describe but then maybe, it is the sex ? I'm not positive but it sure
was fun ! Remember...Sex should be fun ! As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.
The Way it Should Have Been
(MF rom)
by
Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
Christmas Vacation 1964
There were several brand new surfboards in the window. My boy friend was
looking them over. I was bored and only agreed to tag along with him because
we were also going to shop for his tux. Yea ! I know...It was only December
but this would kind of make it formal; that we were going together...To the
senior prom, that is. We were both graduating in June. I had been accepted
at University of California - Santa Barbara. Wow ! College ! I could hardly
wait for school to end...And while I was spending most of the Summer here, my
boy friend was attending some baseball camp for six weeks...He was going to
try out for baseball in college...At UCLA...But I'm getting a head of
myself...Summer was a long way off.
I'd never been in a surfboard shop before. It smelled funny and was very
noisy. Some motor was running in the back of the shop...Back behind a wall.
There was a doorway but no door...A whole bunch of colored beads were hanging
down in the doorway. I thought that looked kind of cool.
There were a lot more boards inside. Dozens lined the walls, all standing
on their tails...All different colors, some with stripes, some with bands of
color around them. The salesman was busy with some kid and his father. He
glanced over at us and then yelled over toward the beaded doorway.
"Hey ! Buffalo ! Give me a hand up front...Will you ?"
It was the first time I met him yet we really didn't meet. He was about
my boyfriend's height but not as heavy. He was at least two, maybe three
years older than we were. His hair was real long and tied with a colorful
scarf forming what looked like a girl's pony tail down his back. It was a
dark brown but even in the dead of winter had some sun in it.
He was wearing what appeared to be overalls with an apron of some type and
was covered in white dust...All over except for his face. He'd been wearing
some big mask, kind of like a diver...Oh ! No, not one of those bell things
but just a mask. He had a scarf tied around his mouth. Oh ! His hair was
white, too...In front. I got the color from the pony tail.
My boy friend put on the real cool guy act. "Nah...I'll wait." The guy
seemed cool with it, just nodded and then returned to the back of the shop.
The motor started up again.....
Winter 1965
I saw him a couple of times on my way to school. He was always in the
process of putting his board into a beat up Ford station wagon...No ! Nothing
close to a woody. A real piece of crap. He was always parked in the same
place, facing down hill, right across from the trail to Palos Verdes Cove. I
waved once but I don't think he saw me. My mother asked me who it was I waved
to ? I laughed. I couldn't explain who it was or why I waved. I think my
mom thought it was a teenage thing...Totally unfathomable. She didn't ask
again.
I met him for the first time on a dreary Sunday in February. It was
raining on and off, the hill, shrouded with clouds. My boy friend and I were
in church...Early mass. We were both working on some senior project...I can't
remember now...Anyway, we're in the parking lot when some friends of ours
drive by.
They're really friends of my boy friend. They were on their way to
Launada Bay. Big surf ! They were all excited. Now, none of them were
dressed to go surfing so I figured it must be really huge. Plus, my boy
friend and his friends were pretty much Summer surfers.
We followed them out to the Bay. There were a number of cars parked along
the road, lots of them with boards on roof racks or sticking out of the back
of station wagons. I can see knots of people standing along the cliff side.
Shit ! It's only seven-thirty and there must be forty, fifty people here
already.
I some how knew he'd be here and lagged behind my boy friend and his
friends, looking for his station wagon. There it was. The back end still
open with a towel carelessly thrown over the tail gate...Like he was in a
hurry.
There are only two guys out; that I can see. I notice several waxing up
on the rock beach below us and there were a few walking down the cliff. Most
all of them were wearing wet suits. There were some brave souls but not many.
Now let me tell you...There may have been fifty on the cliff side but
there were only about ten, maybe twelve guys who were...Well, going surfing.
And it was huge. The two out in the water were hardly specks in the gray mush
of the Pacific. A buzz began down the way and it kind of moved along the
cliff side towards us. The buzz got louder, guys were pointing out into the
ocean. Some guys, down the way, were jumping up and down. Everyone was
looking out at the sea. A large number of huge swells were approaching the
Dominator. It ran aground...Shit ! I can't remember when ? I was a kid.
The ocean looked like an accordion.
The two specks in the water started paddling out to sea. One of them
didn't make it over the first wave. His board bounced around like a cork in
the white water, rising high into the air and then being consumed by the white
water again. The second speck was turning around and paddling for the second
wave. Total silence on the cliff side. You could almost hear the waves
breaking. When the guy caught the wave, people started hooting and hollering
You could almost feel the excitement...The energy.
The lone surfer was streaking across this huge wall of water, legs spread,
arms out for balance. When he out ran ahead of the wave a bit he carved this
huge arcing turn back to his left and headed for the cascading water. Back
again to his right and then he was over the top of the wave and the crowd was
actually clapping.
I just noticed. The surfer was real close to the loose surfboard and now,
further out, I could make out the bobbing head of the one who lost it. The
guy who caught the wave, paddled over, placed a foot on the nose of the other
board and then started paddling back out. When he reached the other guy he
dropped off the surfboard and continued out into the surf.
We stayed for over two hours but I only remember the beginning and the
end. The rest was just listening to my boy friend and his friends bullshit a
lot. There were about eight of them out now and more walking down the cliff
every once and a while.
I saw the board first. God ! It looked a block long...All gray with a
big sticker advertising that company where I first saw him. He was almost to
the top, climbing the trail slowly, following his friend. His friend appeared
to be closer to my age. I slipped away from the guys I was with. The cliff
side now had at least a hundred people or more looking out at the surf. I'd
heard several estimates.
I was standing at the head of the trail when he appeared. I felt like a
fool, dressed in a skirt and blouse with my best pumps on.
"Hi !" He stopped and looked at me. He was still dripping water and it
pooled around his feet in the mud. He looked so sleek in the wet suit, like a
seal.
"Buffalo...Right ?" He smiled and I returned it. "How big is it ?
People up here figure twelve, maybe fifteen...They close ?"
"Bigger sets, maybe...But most, eight...Ten feet. It was better earlier
and will probably be better tomorrow morning. You look nice...Just back from
church ?"
I remember blushing. He continued on. "I did...last night...five-thirty.
I still kind of think it's cheating but the Jesuits say it's on the up and
up." He laughed and I laughed with him. We were both silent for a moment.
"And your name is ?"
"Cathy." I left it at that.
"Nice to meet you, Cathy. Your boy friend like his new board ?"
"He hasn't tried it yet...He's a Summer surfer." He smiled, said good-bye
and wandered off toward his station wagon.
Spring 1965
I saw him a couple of times parked across from PV Cove that Spring on the
way to school but that was it, until late April. He was pumping gas into his
station wagon at the gas station across from the grocery up near the high
school. I was with a bunch of kids in the store, buying cokes and shit that
would turn our complexions into pizza. I was really angling for a ride home.
My parents were in the process of divorcing and my mom and I were stuck with
just one car. A senior in high school and taking the bus home... I don't
think so. I'd rather walk but usually tried to bum a ride.
"Going toward the Cove ?"
"Sure...Need a ride ?" He was very talkative on the way, asking me about
my school work and college aspirations. Just before dropping me off, he asked
if I wanted to go to a surfing movie with him at a high school up in Santa
Monica on Saturday night. As if Santa Monica was filled with high schools. I
was noncommittal as my boy friend and I usually went out both nights.
He left me with a card from the surfboard shop. "...call before Saturday
at four...I'm usually there until four." Yea ! Right, buddy. I'm going to
call you...Don't hold your breath.....
Early Saturday afternoon, my gremie boy friend informed me that he "...was
going out with the boys..."
"Now...mom don't get crazy on me. This guy is a little older than I am.
I think he goes to college." My dad would have gone through the roof but I
think he screwed around a lot so he suspected everyone else did the same.
Anyway, I'd just called. Buffalo sounded very pleased to hear from me. He
was picking me up at five and we were going to dinner before heading up to
Santa Monica.
He was dressed very nicely and my mother told me later that she was very
pleased to meet him. I had no idea what they talked about while I waited the
requisite time before coming into the front room.
We ate at a small restaurant, a hole in the wall...In Hermosa Beach. Kind
of like a bar. It was obvious the staff knew him, several called him by name.
He talked a lot about college. I was surprised he'd graduated already. He
didn't look that old. He was waiting for orders. He'd enlisted or whatever ?
I thought he was stupid. The vast majority of the guys I knew had no idea
there was a war going on. Most were going to college to avoid service...They
really had no college ambitions...Just avoid the draft. This fool was
enlisting !
He talked a lot about flying airplanes and surfing and life in general.
He told me he was glad I took a piece as the cake passed by. Sometimes people
never took a chance and then the door closed and the opportunity never
presented itself again. It was kind of strange talk for a first date but he
was a perfect gentleman and at the front door, after the movie, told me again
he was glad we both took a chance. I gave him my number but he never called.
I figured he knew I was stepping out on my boy friend as when he kissed me on
the forehead he whispered, "Our secret."
Summer 1965
One of my girl friends was taking her mom's car in to get it fixed down in
the beach cities. I went with her, mostly because I was bored to tears. My
boy friend was at that baseball camp. I was anxious to leave home, be on my
own, go to college. At least my parents got their shit together on that. My
dad was picking up the college tab and I could hardly wait.
We're in the car place...Right on PCH and right across the street from the
surfboard shop. Like a magnet it drew me across the street. He was in the
back, sanding a surfboard. He acted surprised to see me and put his work
down. We talked for a while and then my friend burst in and said the car was
ready. She rushed back to the car place. I told her I'd be out front waiting
and Buffalo waited with me.
"You busy, the next couple of days ?" Of course I wasn't. "Thought maybe
we could go down South...Do a little surfing. Maybe spend a couple of days in
Baja ?"
God ! I couldn't believe it. He was asking me...What was he asking me ?
I wasn't sure. This wasn't exactly the kind of second date you expect. How
could you explain it to your parents...Well, my mother...I'm not sure ?
"Ah ! Isn't this kind of a big step for a second date ?" He laughed but
didn't reply. "Is this more of the cake you were talking about ?"
"Yea...Something like that. A nice little adventure before you go away to
college and work your ass off to graduate. Don't do what I did. If the
minimum wasn't good enough, it wouldn't be the minimum. You have to do better
than that...It closes a lot of doors."
"I'll have to think about it."
"You got the number, right ?" I knew exactly where in my purse the card
was but had no intention of telling him that. So he got me another card and
off I went. Three days later I still hadn't broached the subject. I wasn't
going to, either. There was something about it ? You just don't ask a girl
to spend a couple of days with you...I mean, if you hardly know her ! But the
Mystery...Adventure...I just couldn't put my finger on it.
My mother came in all excited that evening. She was working as a sales
clerk at one of the new malls up on the top of the hill. They were calling it
Rolling Hills something or other. Anyway, she won a selling contest and the
prize was a weekend in Las Vegas. She could take a friend and was hoping I
wouldn't mind if she asked her sister. Her sister was also divorced. Jesus !
I wonder if it runs in the family...Is this what I have to look forward to ?
No ! Of course I didn't mind. My mother was passing me the cake and I
was definitely going to take a piece. I called at nine the next morning. I
could hear the salesman calling his name.
"Aaah...It's Cathy. My mom's leaving for Las Vegas on Friday. She won't
be home until Monday or Tuesday." Yea ! I fibbed a little. I figured I
could...Shit ! I really didn't know ?
"What time do you want me to pick you up ?"
"She's leaving in the morning..." I didn't know what else to say.
"Pick you up at ten. There's not much room. A couple of pairs of shorts,
some "T" shirts...A nice blouse, sandals...Some underwear...Yea ! A bathing
suit...We'll spend most of our time in bathing suits."
"How about those girl things ? Room for them ?"
"Oh ! Yea ! Sure...As long as it fits in your purse...You got a big
baggy one ? That'll be cool to put shit in when we shop and stuff. Oh !
Don't forget your birth certificate...You're eighteen, right ?"
Camp Pendleton
On the way down the coast he was telling me he wasn't sure this would
work. He wasn't really in yet and didn't have an I.D. but he had orders that
said he had to report to Officer Training School in October. Next year he'd
be in pilot training. He was excited about it. I got excited listening to
him talk.
The guard wasn't too happy letting this long haired guy and his girl
friend...Oh ! Jesus ! I was referring to myself as his girl friend. I
wonder what the guard thought we were going to do ? I was no virgin but all
my experience was with my present boy friend and I'd never slept with a guy
all night long. We're through the gate and the guard saluted us. Buffalo
even saluted back. The excitement was contagious.
We drove for miles. I was really surprised how large the base or whatever
was. He parked the station wagon on some hard sand and grass about a quarter
mile from the ocean. The noise of the surf was in the background. The back
of the wagon was filled with two coolers full of beer and soft drinks and some
hamburgers and fruit and lots of other shit. There were two sleeping bags and
some air mattresses if we needed to sleep in the wagon. He said; in Mexico,
if it rained, we might have to sleep with the surfboards.
He brought two...One for me and one for him. I laughed but by dinner time
he'd convinced me to try it. We took an old beat up blue one and out we went.
We spent about an hour and I did no better than get to my knee with one foot
on the board. My hair was a mess but so was his.
After dinner we sat by the small barbecue he brought, watching the coals
die out and drinking beer. He told me quite casually he'd have to buy me a
new suit. I was wearing a one piece that was about three years old. I hadn't
grown since I was fifteen, still wore a thirty-four "B" cup. Twenty-two in
the waist with a thirty-five hip measurement. My boy friend said I had a nice
butt and compared to some I've seen in gym class, I'd agree.
My long, dark brown hair almost frames my huge nose. Now, my mom says
it's nothing but it's big. Kind of like a ski jump without the ramp up at the
end. I've got dark brown eyes with real dark eye brows. I topped out at
five-seven and weighed a little over one fifteen...Sometimes one eighteen,
when I'm having my period. I've got real skinny legs.
My boy friend thinks I'm sexy but then I'm letting him screw me...So I
think he'd say or do just about anything to keep that arrangement going in the
right direction. Now, we've only done it four times but we're screwing...I
never thought I'd do that before I was married but I did. Did alcohol play a
part ? Probably ! Peer pressure ? Maybe...But that's not all what's it's
cracked up to be when it comes to sex. Taking a drag off a cigarette or
drinking a beer can never be compared to having intercourse...Fucking...It
sounded so evil...Naughty.
It was dark and the coals were just about all done in. We were sitting on
the open sleeping bags. He was in a pair of jockey shorts without a shirt. I
had just a "T" shirt on with a pair of panties. He told me we'd have to stop
and get a shower tomorrow as the salt water would eventually start to bother
us. Sleeping with salt covered bodies was the pits, he said.
I slept like a baby and was disappointed he wasn't lying beside me when I
woke. The sun was just coming up behind me and shining out on the expanse of
ocean in front of me.
He was on the forward tip of his board, arms above his head, sliding
across the face of about a two foot wave. I laid back down and looked up at
the bright blue sky.
Wow ! Here I am with a guy...I hardly know...We've had one date...And I
just spent the night with him, cuddled with him on an open sleeping bag. Felt
him almost all night long. For a while he had his arm around me. It was a
funny feeling...Different...More than sex...I was a little confused...Where
was this going ? Or was it going anywhere ?
I was sleeping again when he finally got out of the water and then the
smell of bacon woke me. He was crouching by the barbecue and slowly turning
them a strip at a time, being careful they didn't fall into the coals. The
toast was kind of strange but the orange juice was out of this world...Fresh
squeezed, he said.
We left the base and showered at a public beach just North of San Diego.
He let me drive most of the way while he tried to tune in a Mexican radio
station on one of those cheap Japanese transistor radios. He had it hanging
from the ash tray. To get in the grove, he said. We shopped...A lot more
shit this time. He said we'd be gone three, four days...So much for Tuesday.
Who cares ? I'd come up with some excuse for my mother. I was having a great
time and it wasn't like we were behaving like adolescents. Shit ! He was
twenty-three. I was eighteen. We were adults ! I felt so free ! Alive and
so free !
"We're going to have to sneak you across...That's why we have to cross
today or tomorrow. It's always crowded on the weekends." I got scared.
"Sneak you across..." What the hell did that mean ?
We stopped in a busy market area just this side of the boarder. It was
full of shops and stalls, selling everything imaginable.
"I'll be back in a while. Find yourself a two piece." It took him
forever, it seemed and I must have looked in a dozen shops. How he found me
was pure luck. He insisted I buy, what I considered...Jesus ! It was skimpy.
I'd have to shave a little to wear it. My one piece covered all that. Shit !
I didn't bring a razor. I'd be amazon woman after a week...Well, almost a
week. Maybe he had a razor ? He must. He was clean shaven after the shower.
He was passing the cake again, so I took another piece. I didn't have to
wear it when I got home. With him, I felt I could do anything.
We were back in the car and he was outlining the plan. "...your birth
certificate and the note from your parents." What note from my parents ?
"...under twenty-one and need your parent's permission to travel in Mexico.
The note says...Well, you can read it. I'm glad this worked out as the back
up plan was a little risky...We'd have to find a middle aged couple and talk
them into passing you off as their daughter. This is much better."
I was reading how my parents were allowing their daughter, Cathy Naylor,
to travel to Mexico with William Buffalo Tamarack, a good friend of the
family. The youngsters would be traveling down into Baja to surf and shop.
It was even notarized. Except for the waiting in line, going through customs
was a breeze. Buffalo spoke descent spanish and the boarder guards on both
sides were always smiling, although the U.S. guy told Buffalo he needed a hair
cut.
Tijuana, Mexico
We parked in a real run down looking, dirt parking lot back from the main
drag. Jesus ! The traffic this side of the boarder was worse than on the
american side but it was Saturday night. People were running up and down
between the cars, selling anything you'd buy. Buffalo talked to them all in
spanish and was now bickering with a young man in the parking lot.
"We're ok, now. Manuel is going to watch the car while we eat. A dollar
now, a dollar later. We go back a few years. He runs this area and makes
pretty good bread." He laughed and then continued. "He told me that if I
wasn't with such a beautiful senorita, he would introduce me to his sister."
We were both laughing and he had his arm around my waist when we entered the
cantina.
We waited at the bar for a table. This place was packed. He ordered in
spanish and the drinks were huge. He told me he'd been haggling with the bar
tender for his margarita recipe...Had been for several years now and was
getting nowhere. So, I started winking at the bar tender and eventually used
my french on him. I took four years in high school and was pretty good. Went
to France last year for the whole Summer...Foreign exchange.
The bar tender leaned across to me and whispered in english. "Tell the
gringo that it's three-one-three. He should be able to figure it out from
there and if I ever hear he made a slushy one, I'll cut his throat. Only on
the rocks." He paused while staring into my eyes. "You're much too beautiful
for the Buffalo man. I get off at two, if he passes out on you." He laughed
a very loudly and put our second round on the bar. Shit ! I was hardly done
with the first.
We were at the table and the waiter seemed to know Mr. Buffalo, as he
called him. The dinner was grand...A whole bunch of barbecued shrimp with
rice and beans. These four guys came to the table and sang what sounded like
ballads. Buffalo and the musicians were constantly exchanging what must have
been funny jokes as they were all laughing.
When they left, I asked him what was so funny. He burst out laughing and
said I was much too young to understand. I kicked him under the table and he
laughed louder. People were looking at us. We ate some more and then the
musicians were back. I batted my eyes at them and got one of them to tell me,
in very good english, that they were talking about my beauty. Then why were
they laughing ? This jerk thought I was stupid !
I motioned him closer and whispered. "Tell Mr. Buffalo...In spanish,
please. That...That if he thinks he's getting into my pants tonight he's
drunker than he thinks I am." The musician straightened up, laughing his guts
out. After a long string of spanish all the musicians started laughing like
fools. The music even came to a stop. Buffalo was turning all sorts of
colors but eventually burst out laughing, too.
He was quite drunk but then so was I. He bellowed across the room in
spanish. A young girl, no more than seven or eight, showed up at the table.
He whispered in her ear and gave her a dollar. She rushed off and in about
ten minutes was back with a bouquet of flowers. She bowed when she presented
them to me. Now, I've never had a guy just give me flowers...Yea ! Ok ! For
the prom and...That's about it.
I got up and threw myself at him. I ended up in his lap but some of the
stuff on the table fell on the floor. We were down on our knees cleaning up
my mess when the musicians came back. The restaurant staff were rushing over
with brooms and all that shit. All of them were laughing and Buffalo was
picking me up over his shoulder.
After the shock, I started laughing. We were half way down the block
before he set me down. There was no sense in struggling. I'd probably just
hurt us both by causing him to fall. Shit ! He was so drunk, I was amazed he
could walk. I was dizzy when he set me down and just a little embarrassed but
then he was kissing me, all tongue and very passionate.
We danced. We shopped...And ended up sleeping in the back of the station
wagon. Manuel told us in perfectly good english that for another five bucks
he'd make sure I didn't get sold into white slavery for the rest of my life,
never to see america again. All three of us laughed.
Baja California, Mexico
The sun woke me. We were moving. My head felt like a bomb had gone off
in it. I could hardly lift it off the sleeping bag without spasms of pain
shooting through my temples. I peeked over into the front. He was driving
and mexican music was blaring from the radio.
"About time you got up...We're way behind schedule because you got so
drunk last night...Practically threw yourself at me. Had to have five or...I
think it was six of Manuel's friends come over and take care of you after I
was through with you." Hearing no response from me, he continued.
"Well...You did throw yourself at me in the restaurant and one of the guys
at one of the dancing places offered me a thousand pesos for you..." He
moaned when I slapped him. It wasn't real hard but he moaned...Made a big
deal out of it.
The effort to slap him caused more spasms of pain. He had his arm around
my neck and was attempting to pull me over into the front seat. I fumbled
into the front as spasms of pain electrified my body. I'd never felt this
horrible.
"Time for a little hair of the dog that bit us and a little special
Buffalo remedy. You look like shit, my dear. What bowery did you spend the
evening in ? I think I missed you. I was with the most desirable lady in the
cantina last night and look what I woke up with." He was bellowing with
laughter and I didn't have the guts to slap him again. I was afraid the pain
would never go away.
He made me open two mexican beers while he told me that we were about
three hours away, depending on traffic...Away from what I had no idea ? It
was mid-morning about nine, maybe ten, I figured. I had no earthly idea where
we were. All around us was desert. I was almost scared. The throbbing came
back. I tried to look at his watch...One of those water proof things. He
kept twisting his wrist, forcing me to bend, like a pretzel, down on to the
front seat to get a look at the time. It was nine-fifteen and then he kissed
me.
His breath was foul but then I suppose mine was, too. It was a short kiss
but he chewed on my lower lip and for some strange reason that turned me on.
"You need to pay a little more attention to dental hygiene, senorita." He was
laughing.
"You're no romeo either, senior." We both laughed and then brushed our
teeth with beer. He said it was better than the water and speaking of water,
I wondered where the two big bladders of water came from...And what were we
going to use it for other than drinking ?
I fell asleep and only woke when we stopped. It was a run down flea bag
joint - kind of a gas station with a grocery attached...A couple of windows
broken in front, patched up with newspaper. The people were nice and we
bought some more beer along with a full tank of gas.
When we pulled away, he told me we'd have to start watching our pennies.
I told him I had some money and he told me to keep it safe. We might just
need it.
"How you feeling ?" I hardly heard him above the radio, blasting some
mexican cha cha cha or something.
"I could do with a couple of hours of sleep and I've felt a lot better."
He held out a hand rolled cigarette. Shit ! It had to be marijuana ? I may
be young but one of my friends has a sister in college who's tried it.
"It's magic, Cathy...Honest...Magic." I took it out of his hand, visions
of becoming a drug addict flashing through my head. He held out a box of
matches from the cantina. Now, I tried smoking before, didn't like it but
knew how to do it. I took a drag and he started coaching immediately.
"No...No...Suck it right into your lungs and hold it...As long as you
can." I took another drag, the smoke curling up from the end of the
cigarette. I got dizzy, holding my breath but other than that didn't feel a
thing. I had a couple of more drags, the last one made me cough like a fool.
He was holding out his beer to me.
I took a big swallow. When I looked up it seemed like we were going maybe
twenty miles an hour. I asked why we were driving so slow and he laughed.
There was still some cigarette left and he had it leaning up in the ash tray.
He was wearing some shades so I dug through my purse looking for my sun
glasses. I ran across my make-up and started laughing because I saw no way of
using it down here. I'd have to use one of the car mirrors as I couldn't find
the little one I kept in my purse. The flowers ended up in my hand. It
seemed like eons ago but was just last night.
He was talking about something. I had no idea what and my mind was much
too confused to try to listen to him. I started keeping time to the music
with my foot and he put his hand on my thigh, up under my skirt a little. I
started laughing as I watched his hand massage my bare thigh. The dress was a
mess, looked like I slept in it. His hawaiian shirt looked the same. We were
both laughing.
The Secret Spot
I was half asleep when he almost yelled. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is
your captain speaking...We're just about fucking there !" The pitch in his
voice was rising with every word. I felt a shiver...He was screaming at the
top of his lungs. I looked around. Shit ! We were in the middle of nowhere.
I couldn't even see the ocean. He started counting down from a hundred and
when he reached zero, turned off on a real shitty dirt road. God ! If the
station wagon broke down, we were fucked ! I started laughing. He was
"...torching up the joint again, in preparation for landing !" Buffalo was in
outer space and I joined him.
I was afraid the station wagon wasn't going to make it as we wedged
between the brush and tried to keep on the washed out road. Shit ! It was
hardly a path. After a hard right turn we started dropping down. He was on
the brakes and we were actually bouncing around in our seats. It was like we
were in slow motion. The music faded away to static, then just the sound of
the station wagon coming apart filled my ears.
We leveled off and the brush opened up to form kind of a parking area. It
was all dirt and real packed down like a lot of people used the place. The
remains of a fire circle stood out in the center. He turned around and then
backed the tail end almost to the sand.
It was a pure white but changed to rock about half way to the water,
crystal clear and bright blue in the afternoon sun. We were in a crotch of
beach surrounded by a desert that came almost right up to the ocean. A point
reached out into the Pacific off to my right. The most perfect waves I'd ever
seen were wrapping around the point...Just like a machine. Maybe, three, four
feet, just one after another...Almost endless.
He had his hands on my shoulders. I could feel the heat of his body
through my dress. "Aaahh...Could you set up a little...Or just lie in the
sun...If you want. I've got to go surfing." I almost caught him naked as,
still stoned, I walked around aimlessly trying to organize camp. How could he
surf like this ? He was twice as stoned as I was.
As he paddled out, I stripped off my clothes and got into my new bathing
suit. Hair was coming out both sides of the crotch of the suit. I lugged out
one of the water bottles and tipped some water into our only bowl. We didn't
have much but let me tell you this Buffalo was one organized Jose ! Beneath
the seats were small boxes filled with silverware, a couple of plates
(melmac), napkins (paper), glasses (plastic)...Shit ! None of it matched but
we had just about every thing you needed. What didn't he have stashed away
some where in this station wagon ?
I found his razor and he even had a bar of shaving soap. I worked slowly
as I hadn't ever done this before. After a little trial and error I managed
to trim and shave enough away so that I could wear his present. I fell asleep
in the sun and only woke when I heard his screaming.
I thought there was something wrong ! Bolted to a sitting position and
caught him silhouetted against the setting sun. He had five toes curled over
the nose of his board...Was hanging five, his arms above his head, like he was
dancing. He just rode and rode, below his waist like a statue on the nose of
his board...His upper body bending and weaving to adjust the weight on the
nose. He finally got thrown off, still screaming at the top of his lungs.
The board washed up on to the rocks and I ran down to retrieve it. I was
in knee deep water and he was coming toward me like a shadow in the late
afternoon, the setting sun behind him...All orange and red. He was kissing me
and the board just rubbed against our legs with the tide...We were out in
shoulder deep water. The bottom was rocky so I wrapped my legs around his
waist. We were still kissing. We got our hair wet and then sat on the tail
gate, smoking a joint while we combed the snarls out of each other's hair.
The hamburger was thawed so we had hamburgers. It got dark fast and I was
so stoned I could hardly walk. After cleaning up, he slipped up behind me and
put his arms around my belly. His finger tips were barely inside the top of
my bottoms and I just know I sucked in my tummy...Inviting him lower. He was
nibbling on my shoulder and neck and I was getting goose bumps.
"Let's go lay down. The sun's up early and I want to greet it on the
nose." His tongue was in my ear and he was plastered to me...We were lying on
the open sleeping bags. I wanted to strip off my swim suit and sleep with him
naked. We were spooned and his hands were roaming all around my bare belly.
I could feel him growing against my behind. And then when he adjusted
it...God ! He was fully hard, grinding against my butt. If it'd been my boy
friend, he would have had my bottoms off and been screwing me already.
His hands finally pushed my top up around my neck and both of his hands
were caressing my breasts. They barely filled his hands. My nipples were
like rocks but felt tender. His mouth was devouring my neck and shoulders. I
know I was moving against his boner. He ground his hardon against my butt and
then I realized I was panting, like a dog. I turned in his arms and forced my
mouth against his.
His hands were in the bottoms of my bathing suit, massaging my ass. He
had a leg between mine and I was humping his thigh. I could feel his bone
against my belly. The breath from his nostrils was warm and smelled of beer
and hemp...That's what he called it...The most amazing plant in the world, he
said.
He was squeezing my buns like they were ripe fruit. I couldn't get enough
air kissing him and was biting his neck and shoulder when he pulled my bottoms
down. As he pushed them down my legs, I twisted to start working on his
trunks. The coals were totally gone and it was pitch black out. His mouth
was on my breasts and I was frenching with his ear. His hand was in between
my legs, running his fingers through my hair.
His dick was a hard pole of muscle and I was squeezing it and stroking it
slowly. Come on, now, every catholic girl knows how to give a descent hand
job. How do you think we've survived though out the ages ? His finger was in
me and I was slippery wet. I know I was moaning and it made him finger me
faster. He was chewing on my right nipple with his teeth, then sucking about
half my breast into his mouth.
I tried to pull him on top of me but he pushed me down on my back and
started painting his tongue below my breasts. Around and around my belly he
went. He spent a long time in my belly button and it felt wet when he left.
I was about to explode when his tongue started wandering around in my hair.
I pushed his head lower. I wanted his mouth on me down there, had heard
stories about people doing this but never imagined I'd...What ? I don't know.
He was almost there and then it started happening. All the energy, I was
holding inside, rushed out of me.
His tongue was licking my wetness and exploring all around my vagina. His
finger was still inside me, pumping in and out. I was arching my butt off the
sleeping bag, thrusting my groin up into the air. His face still plastered to
my crotch, his tongue like a snake inside me. I was squealing.
My chest felt like it was burning up and my arms were all tingly. It was
like his tongue was a roto-rooter inside me and I was arching my back again.
He was shaking his head between my legs, his tongue flicking back and forth
across my wet flesh. I know I screamed that time. It almost echoed.
He had his tongue in my belly button but I didn't remember him leaving my
vagina. I was drained, felt totally relaxed...At ease with the world, maybe
even part of some secret part of the world...Initiated into something that I
never knew existed. He was kissing my breasts and then licking the side of my
neck. I tasted myself on his lips when we started kissing.
I thought maybe, he wanted to make love to me...Oh ! Fuck ! What am I
saying ? He'd just finished making love to me in a most exquisite way. He
was rubbing my belly, just every once and a while, running his fingers through
my hair. I could feel his soft penis against my hip. I wonder if he came ?
He couldn't have. It would be wet. I gently rolled him away from me and
propped myself up on his chest. It was so dark I could hardly see his face
but I could feel his breath on my face. It smelled like me. I kissed him for
a long time and ran my hand all over his chest, slowly working my way down to
his penis.
"Do you always start that way ?" I was whispering, our mouths about an
inch apart.
"If I get the chance...You bet. After a couple of days you're addicted to
it and then I sell you for a thousand pesos and go home a rich man." He had a
big smile on his face.
I'd never done this...Never even thought I'd ever put a guy's penis in my
mouth but I knew it was going to happen. I whispered. "After I finish with
you...I want to hear you say that again." His eye brows arched up a little
and when I licked my tongue across his left nipple, he sucked in his breath.
I was in his belly button and could feel his hard muscle against my breast
bone. It had been growing like a weed as my tongue traveled down his stomach.
When I licked his penis the first time, he almost yelled and arched his back
up off the ground. His testicles dragged right by my mouth and I tried to
suck one into my mouth.
I must have sucked too hard as he almost broke my neck attempting to turn
over. I pulled away. My nipples were hard. "Sorry." He rolled back toward
me and I dangled my breasts against his dick. It wasn't as hard as it was a
moment ago. I could tell he was trying to lay still when I licked his dick
the second time.
My tongue was like a paint brush, traveling up and down his penis. It was
hard as rock and hot. I was surprised at the heat. His cock would twitch
every time I painted it with my saliva. I looked up and his lips were moving
but no sound came out. I felt a power in what I was doing. He was obviously
exerting a lot of energy to remain still and allow me to explore him. I could
sense he knew...I didn't have any idea what I was doing.
"Still going to sell me ?" I kept licking, up and down and then took the
head of his penis into my mouth.
It was more like a "Uuuughhhhh !" It almost didn't sound human. I slid
my lips further down his shaft and the sound became louder.
I removed my mouth from his penis and asked again. He started shaking his
head back and forth, whispering "Please" over and over again. I had him in my
mouth again...A lot further than the last time. It was natural, I imagine ?
I started doing with my mouth what I do with my hand. My lips were slick with
saliva and it was easy to slide them up and down his pole. Every few seconds
he'd tense up and start breathing like crazy...Real fast short breaths and
then my mouth was being flooded with his semen. I knew it was coming
but...Shit ! I had no idea what it was going to be like ?
A thought flashed through my head as my mouth filled up with his seed.
What the hell do I do with it ? It was leaking down his shaft, I couldn't
hold it in. He was getting soft so I had more room in my mouth. I know I
swallowed some of it but a lot of it ended up in his pubic hair and on his
testicles.
He was looking down at me when I looked up at him. I could feel his semen
dribbling down my cheek and onto my chin. His hands were in my hair and then
his tongue was in my mouth. He licked it off my face and we traded it between
us until it was gone. We ate it all up.
Rosario, Baja California, Mexico
He'd been surfing for who knows how long when I finally rose. I figured
by the position of the sun it was probably a little earlier than when I woke
yesterday in the station wagon. I was on my elbows watching him turn back and
forth across the face of about a shoulder high wave. Every once and a while
he'd run to the nose for a second or two then scamper back to the tail and
start carving turns back and forth.
I counted to fifty-eight before the ride ended and he was very close to
shore. I didn't want to tempt him. I knew I would. So I laid back down when
he finally kicked out of the wave. I just noticed. I had my bathing suit on
but didn't remember putting it back on after we got naked.....
We were lying head to toe facing each other and passing a joint back and
forth. "This could lead to a lot of options." I thought he was talking about
a relationship, maybe not ? We were pretty fucked up at the time. I'd
occasionally catch him staring at my crotch.
He was smiling at me as he ground the joint out in the sand. His hand ran
up my hip and I was electric again. I reached for his dick and he was pulling
my hips toward his face. I was on top of him and his tongue was already
exploring the crack of my ass.
"Oooooh !" It was long and drawn out before I realized it was me. His
tongue was in me and rooting around again. His penis was growing before my
eyes so I rose to my elbows and started to tease it with my tongue. I had him
in my mouth and was making noise as I slid my lips up and down his dick. He
was almost as hard as he was a while ago.
I spit him out of my mouth and struggled to my knees. His mouth stayed
glued to my vagina as I rose and I wasn't sure I could support myself. His
tongue was inside of me, fucking me, pumping in and out of my wet hole. I was
going to have another orgasm. I was making noise...A hoarse breathing...Here
it came...The shaking, the moving and then the glow of heat climbing up my
belly and covering my chest. The tingling wasn't as intense as the first time
but like a thousand ants marching, it spread over me after the heat.
I bent my head and took him into my mouth. He started growing
immediately. This was a new experience. The tingling continued to attack my
crotch, his tongue still active in between my legs. He was hard enough to
pump in and out of my mouth. My head bobbed over his groin like an oil
derrick. He was starting to thrust back at me and I could feel the end of his
dick against the back of my throat. Another inch and I could wrap my lips
around the base of his dick.
His pubic hair was wet with the mess of his earlier orgasm and my nose got
buried in it with every stroke...And let me tell you, he was stroking. His
hand came to the back of my head and I knew he was going to drown me in cum.
I was ready and gulped and gulped as his seed shot out the head of his
dick. I kept sucking and swallowing until he was still, his penis a
shriveled, wrinkled shadow of what it had been just a few moments ago. I
licked my lips. There was hardly any cum on them.....
He was talking but I was still way behind him thinking of last night.
Something about making a purchase...And meeting some people...I'd have to ask
him what the hell he was talking about ? We'd left a little after ten.
I was still lounging on the sleeping bag when he got out of the ocean. I
seriously considered taking my suit off and greeting him naked in the sun
light. I knew he wouldn't be able to resist. But I didn't. I really don't
know why ?
He was a little tense as we ate breakfast and pushed a little as we
cleaned up. We'd hung my dress and his shirt up before dinner last night. I
didn't see much improvement but he insisted I wear it. Tennis shoes, too...No
sandals. He produced two floppy mexican looking sombreros and instructed me
how to pack my hair up into the crown. He did the same with his.
It was about an hour drive into town...Jesus ! Getting up that little
hill scared the shit out of me. Out on the highway, he started talking. He
made me repeat it about a dozen times but then that was after he told me what
we were doing.
"...No shit ! Tell me, now. It's up to you. I'm not saying there's no
risk but I've done it before...I imagine that in a few years they'll get wise
to it...And maybe, they're tracking the number of boards you take down and
maybe the colors but it's worked four times for me. Financed a lot of good
times at college. If you don't think you can pull it off...Don't be shy...Say
so. I don't want to spend any jail time down here either but these people
have never fucked me over before and I don't see why they would start now.
Everybody down here likes Mr. Buffalo...He's a polite, respectful visitor to
their country. Never tries to cheat them...Treat their stuff like it's my
own...Always clean up my trash, even the dumps I take in the brush. I respect
their customs and traditions...I may not be family but I'm probably as close
to it as a gringo can get...But that all could be bullshit, too !"
Oh ! God...The enormity of it. He's laughing. "...not like we're
smuggling in a ton. Shit ! Cathy, I'm only talking about a couple of kilos,
fits in a shopping bag. Just a little heavy. But the bottom line is you
being able to pull it off. I'm telling you everything I know but each time
was different. You never want to give them a pattern. This time I'm bringing
a lady...Last time I was alone."
$500...It was a huge amount. More than I could spend in a year at school.
My mom had already given me the lecture about maybe having to work for
spending money...Maybe, even room and board...Four months room and board. I
could still work and maybe even save a little. His confidence was seeping
into my will. He went over it again and I repeated it back to him another
three times. We'd never be far from each other except when he went to get the
dope.
I was calmer and more confident than I figured I would be when we parked
in the parking lot. The shops were about a block away and there were a lot of
California license plates filling the lot. We were wearing dark glasses.
Nobody could miss us. We looked like a pair ho-daddies from the valley, he
said. I laughed. We had lunch and he pointed out the shop we were to visit.
We were both scanning the crowd out in the street.
I found them first. Perfect. I even knew her. I described them until he
acknowledged me and was stoked I knew them. He left and I followed behind
them about a half a block. They were just wandering through the shops. Dad,
mom and my friend, Micki. We weren't close or anything but did take a couple
of classes together.
Like a vision, he appeared out of a shop between me and Micki and her
family. He was carrying a shopping bag. He came right toward me calling out,
"I got the boots, honey." I almost laughed but instead quickened my pace
toward him. The family was coming out of the next shop.
"Micki !" I called. She whirled. In less than ten seconds we were in
deep conversation about the bargains. On your way South or North ? Buffalo
was at my side waiting patiently to be introduced. The parents turned back
and now there was five of us. We were part of a group. Camouflage !
It was about three o'clock and they were getting ready to head back to the
states...Los Estados Unidos, that is. Willy was asking the father if it was
ok if we followed them for a while as his engine was heating up. The father
was happy to help. "Sure...As far as you want."
We're on our way. They had bags and bundles...All we had was the boots
and two kilos of hemp...The best fucking plant in the world. When he started
counting to a hundred, I knew we were close. We'd slowly fallen behind our
back up, as he called them. I don't think they missed us and I sure hope they
kept on going. Buffalo mentioned that we were spending the night at the
beach. Let me tell you that raised some eye brows.
The Rocket ship
He produced what looked like a green cigar. "A bonus, for being a cool
guy. That's what Juan said. He called it a rocket ship...Said it would take
us to the moon...I was hoping for Jupiter or something way out there. Light
it up, beautiful." He was driving very slowly, no more than five, six miles
an hour. Like he'd memorized the bad spots, we would swing from side to side
as the brush scrapped against the side of the car. Now, I knew why he drove a
piece of shit car.
The joint was a third gone and laying in the ash tray. "No way I can make
this any better." He yelled as we made the sharp right turn and started down.
I slid across the seat and held on to his waist as we bounced down to the
cleared out area.
"Willy..." I whispered. He leaned his head down to hear me over the
scraping sounds coming from both sides of the station wagon. "...be like with
me on your lap and you deep inside me." He jerked up and stared into my eyes.
His eyes were almost opaque...He was some place else and trying to draw me
there. The bouncing stopped abruptly and he drove straight for the sand.
He was coming around the back of the station wagon and on the way, lowered
the tail gate. He was helping me out of the car. His dick was easy to see in
his shorts. I was up against the side of the station wagon and I could feel
him against my belly. His hands were running up and down my sides, brushing
against my tits every trip. His tongue was like it was last night in my
vagina, exploring every crevice of my mouth.
I was hanging on to his neck as he picked me up by the ass and sat me on
the end of the tail gate. I don't think we were going to eat this time. The
sky was turning all sorts of colors as he bunched my skirt up around my waist
and then my panties were coming down. My legs spread as he pulled them off
over my tennis shoes and tossed them into the back of the station wagon. He
was staring at my sex. I felt wet and all he'd done was kiss me and fondle my
tits and ass a little.
He started fooling with his shorts but I stopped him; unsnapped, unzipped
and dropped them to the ground. His cock was standing tall out of the fly in
his boxer shorts. Down they went. My hunger was intense. I pulled him by
the dick between my legs and felt the power again. He was mine but soon I
would become his. Consumed by his penis as I'd been consumed by his mouth. I
just knew this would be different from the past.
He was moving my wrist up and down which rubbed the head of his penis up
and down my slit. His other hand was clearing away some hair and now I felt
him at the portal of my sex. I released him and felt the shaft of his dick
sink into my belly. My legs were splayed and he was leaning over me. He
kissed me and filled me at the same time. I went crazy and started hunching
up against him like a dog in heat. He was fucking me like no one ever had.
Hard, deep stokes...My legs were spasaming around his middle as he drove his
dick in and out of my very willing body.
I could feel the sweat being soaked up by my dress. He was straining over
me. His eyes staring into mine, sweat beading up on his forehead and then he
lit up like fire works. I could feel his penis spew forth it's treasure. My
insides were coated with him. He was still fucking me, hard and fast. My
legs gave out and slid over the back of the tail gate. He stayed in me until
his shrunken warrior slipped out.
We bathed in the ocean and then used one of the jugs of water to shower.
Wow ! What a freak out. Standing in dishwashing tubs and having your lover
pour water over your head while you caresses the salt brine off your body. He
went after me and then we were on the sleeping bags and it was non-stop sex
until I was sore. The last time was the best. I was on my knees and he was
just driving himself in and out of me like a machine. I was cuming about
every minute and about to fall to my stomach. My thighs ached and I could
feel my vagina start to get raw...That had never happened before but then I'd
never been fucked before.
Like he knew I was going to collapse, he yanked me by the hips and then
leaned over me. His cock pulled about half way out. One arm was around my
breasts, a hand cupping one. His other was between my legs, rubbing my mound.
He was a puppet master and I was his puppet. I was going to cum again and he
wasn't even thrusting.
"Sore ?" I just nodded as the flush over came me, the tingling running up
and down my arms and legs. Sweat was dribbling down my neck and there was a
wet film of perspiration between us. He pulled out of me and then started
running his boner up and down the crack of my ass. He was holding my cheeks
together and let me tell you there was enough juice back there to last a life
time.
My back felt cool as the perspiration evaporated and he was starting to
grunt and groan as he ran his cock up and down my ass furrow. I felt the
first spurt land on my back but the rest was mixed with our sweat and juices
from earlier. I slept for a long time with a towel between my legs after he
wiped my behind.
Just as before, he was surfing when I woke. I was naked this morning and
didn't think I'd wear clothes at all today. Then I remembered the soreness.
God ! I almost doubled the number of times I'd done it in one night. Wow !
I was cooking the bacon when he got out of the water. I was in my swim
suit. He crouched down behind me and whispered, "Glad you're clothed. If you
weren't...I might just have to ravish your body again and then we might not
get our shit together and that would be a big fucking mistake. Tonight...I'm
yours...What ever your mind can envision."
After breakfast, he broke the skeg off the blue board and then hollowed
out the foam after removing the tail block. He molded the bricks of dope and
forced them up into the surfboard then fitted some of the foam back in and
started sanding. There were ten of them, over twenty pounds.
"Aah...I thought you said just a couple of pounds ?"
"Well...There's two of us...And this may be the last time...Some how I
don't think the air force would approve of this type of entrepreneurial
spirit."
I was about to ask him how he could rationalize what we were doing with
what he was going to start doing in the Fall ? Like he knew it was coming he
started.
"You ever speed ?" I nodded my head. "Well, that's really bad shit. You
could kill someone because you're speeding...So there's a reason for that law.
How many laws have no reason at all other than one group of people trying to
form or shape another group ? That's kind of how I look at it. They tell you
to get smart, go to school and then try to feed you some shit about one thing
or another...Look at the Kennedy shooting...They still haven't unfucked that.
I don't think they ever will."
I just stared. He continued. "Now, I'm joining up...A lot of guys my age
are opting out of that by taking the eight year plan at college. I've got the
feeling this draft thing is going to really get out of hand. There are people
up North talking about civil disobedience...Like what the black people are
doing in the South. So, anyway...I'm going in and I'm going to Viet
Nam...Going to volunteer. If the people of this country think it's important
enough to send some of their sons over there to die then...Well, I just think
I ought to go see what it's really like. I'm sure in the end it'll just be a
lot of bullshit but I'm going."
I'm sure he could never use that in any legal argument but it kind of made
sense. But anarchy always sounds cool to young people. He was glassing
before lunch but left the skeg broken, hanging by some fiberglass from the
bottom of the board.
"A little realism. Now let's go surfing !" He took me out on his board
and we rode tandem. Now, I only got up once and he was holding me but it was
a kick in the ass. We got righteously stoned before dinner and while he was
cleaning up, I went to relieve myself. I dabbed on some perfume and came back
to the small camp fire wearing nothing else. The light flickered over my
body. He was sitting on one of the sleeping bags, smoking on that same joint
he got from whoever he did the deal with.
When he looked back he fell to his back and motioned me over to him. I
thought the shock of seeing me naked would ignite the power I had over him but
as soon as he flopped to his back I knew I was his. He drew me over and I
stood, looking down at him. He was sliding his trunks down and I knew I'd do
anything he wanted, soreness or no soreness. His cock was turgid and growing
by the second. I was excited, could feel the clamminess between my legs.
"You're beautiful...Come on...sit right here." He was patting his chest
and I knew he was going to drive me crazy. I put a foot on either side of him
and squatted down over his chest. His hands cupped my fanny and guided my
open crotch toward his face. He held me away and then teased the tip of his
tongue through the hair and into my labia. I tried to suffocate him several
times and twice he had to move me away and clear some pubic hair out of his
mouth. I must have cum a hundred times as his tongue played over my labia and
clitoris.
He kept asking me if I like this or that and all of it was so fucking good
that I was chanting "Yes !" over and over again. I finally rolled off him and
curled up into a ball of quivering flesh, pulsating on the sleeping bag. He
started at my heels, up my calves, my thighs and then his tongue was between
the cheeks of my ass and I was yelling "Yes !" as loud as I could. He ended
up nibbling on the back of my neck.
I don't know how long we slept but he was snoring softly when I moved away
from him. The fire was out and it was very dark. I lit up the last of joint.
He called it a roach. We were using a split match as a roach clip. He rolled
over on to his back and I put the roach down.
I was leaning over and blowing my warm breath on his scrotum and penis. I
saw it twitch and knew I was going to drive him to the same place he drove me.
He was mine and I was going to consume him. When his penis twitched again, I
ran my tongue up his entire length.
I looked up at him and sensed him staring at me. I could hardly see his
face. "Don't you dare stop, Cathy...Don't even think about it. Suck the life
right out of me, honey. Now...No teasing." He was insistent but I teased. I
started at his balls and licked them until they were wet. His cock was hard
and straight up against his belly. I licked to the tip and then asked what
he'd like me to do.
He pointed to the place and I drove my tongue into the grove right under
the head of his penis. He groaned. And then I swallowed as much of him as I
could. His boner quivered in my mouth and throbbed with heat. My mouth was
like a pump...Up and down my lips went as I held his dick straight up. He was
throwing his head back and forth on the sleeping bag and talking a bunch of
gibberish.
My tongue was back at the grove and he was a bug on hot skillet below me.
Back to sucking and I knew he was close. The explosion was quick. Two, maybe
three spurts of semen rushed out of his penis and I was gargling his seed. He
kept saying, "Oh ! God !" over and over again. I didn't stop until he was
soft and wrinkly. He was asleep.
The next morning, our last full day, I greeted him when he got out of the
surf by sitting bare ass naked on the tailgate with my legs spread. "Your
breakfast is ready, master." God ! He was an animal and ate me for over an
hour, finally reaming his tongue into my anus after teasing my rosebud for
five minutes or so. I was a wreck and could hardly struggle to a sitting
position after he finished.
We sunbathed and surfed and ate most of our food. Tomorrow was the trip
home...And the boarder crossing. I'd almost forgotten about the dope. That
night, we ate each other for desert and slept in each others arms until he got
up to surf. He wanted to be out of here by eight...Noon would be busy time at
the boarder.
I was packing some shit in the station wagon. He came up behind me and
then his arms were around me. He smelled of ocean and fresh air and camp fire
and sex. I could smell it on him and imagined that I smelled the same way.
"I think we need to be totally relaxed for the crossing." My bottoms were
on the way down. They ended up around my ankles. His boner was between the
cheeks of my ass. Then his face was plastered to my behind, his tongue
running around between the cheeks of my butt. I put my forearms on the
tailgate and he devoured me, my cunt, my asshole. The cheeks of my butt were
tingly with a whole lot of tiny bites.
"Fuck me...Willy !" It was begging. I wasn't proud anymore. I wanted
him to fuck my brains out. Wanted that tingly feeling, the heat, the
exhaustion. He was up and forcing a not very hard dick into me. Only the
head was in but he was pumping like a fool. I could feel it grow right into
my cunt and I was yelling and screaming.
He was out of his mind, just fucking me like an animal. I could hear his
belly slapping against my behind. His cock now hard as stone and drilling in
and out of me at an ever increasing speed. I was slick, wet and then we
started cuming...The rush of his semen coating my insides and the heat from my
belly consuming our lust. He was thrust full into me and I could feel his
muscle spasm in my belly, my vagina was quivering around the pole of flesh
inside me. I wondered if he could feel me ?
Palos Verdes Estates, California
We were standing on my front porch. I didn't want him to leave...Wanted
it to start all over. He was playing with my hair when my mother opened the
front door. I thought she'd be at work by now ? Maybe she was distraught,
finding her only daughter missing for who knows how long ?
The boarder crossing had been anti-climatic. Willy pulled in behind
another family of people and even went up and talked with the guy while we
were waiting in line. I could hardly contain my laughter. He made a big deal
of saying good-bye as the guy pulled into the customs area.
"Maybe they'll think we're with them and just do a once over...Always a
chance." We were both disappointed when they flagged our back up over for a
more thorough search.
"Good afternoon, sir. We're both american citizens." Buffalo was holding
out our birth certificates and driver's licensees. He also had the note from
where ever.
"How long you two been in mexico ?" Willy was very straight forward with
the officer and I was crossing my fingers that he'd wave us through. "Looks
like one of you wiped out."
"Yea...Dumb surf bunny...I've got to get it fixed before I have to report
to Lackland air force base. Going to try to be a pilot in the air force." I
was flushing with embarrassment.
The guard laughed and told him he'd have to cut his hair. Willy laughed
while nodding his head up and down. Almost as an after thought he asked, "You
folks bring any liquor with you ?" He was staring at me.
"Probably a couple of bottles of beer rolling around under the seats but
that's all."
"Thanks...Drive safely." He waved us through. I realized that I was
breathing in short, quick breaths.
"Don't take it personal...It was part of the mirage that just floated
through the boarder." He was pumping his arms up and down as we accelerated
away from the boarder. "I've decided you show promise and have awarded you,
let's see now...You've got six weekends left before you have to leave for
school ?" I nodded about to say something cute and flippant. "Then six it
is. We'll leave real early, about three or so and meet the sun when it hits
the water at pendleton...Spend the whole day...Even have dinner...Get you home
about ten at night...Your mother buy that ?" I'd kill her if she didn't.
I was doing the same now as my mother glared at me...Blushing and
breathing in short, choppy breaths. Willy bowed at the waist and announced.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Naylor. I must confess it was all my idea. I kidnapped
your daughter off the public streets and liberated her to the country of
mexico. Our time in mexico was full of unspeakable debaucheries and at one
point I was offered a thousand pesos for the flower of your life. I refused
and instead, enlisted her support in smuggling a ton of mar-ji-wana into los
estados unidos. After selling the dope, I'm going to propose marriage and
we'll live happily ever after and I'll deliver you dozens of grand children."
He was still bowed at the waist, his hair falling down toward the ground,
almost reaching it. It was over. My mother was in awe of him, just as I was.
I could see it in her eyes. They wrinkled up and then her lips curled and she
was laughing. Relief showed on her face.
By early September, I was standing and actually riding waves by myself. I
was so fucking excited I could hardly contain myself. I kept it a secret but
could hardly wait to tell my boy friend that I learned from Buffalo while he
was at baseball camp.
Each of our trips were identical but somehow he always managed to make
them a brand new adventure. Oh ! Yea ! We had a lot of sex. I think we
spent as much time fucking as we did surfing.
When my boy friend saw me lugging the board down to the water that first
day at Torrance, he laughed. He wasn't laughing a half hour later after I'd
caught three waves to his one. He sensed we were drifting apart and I think
he was thankful. He envisioned college as one endless race after pussy. I
wanted to graduate and get on with life. I was focused, ready to do it.
After Christmas 1965
Niki Naylor was on her way to the door. It was just a little after one
and she was still in her robe. It was her day off. She looked out the spy
hole and didn't recognize him at all, initially thought he was a police
officer. He stepped back and waved toward the door like he knew she was
there.
"Jesus ! I hardly recognized him...His tan is gone and his hair. Oh !
God ! Cathy, he's like a shorn sheep. But he looks so handsome in the
uniform..." I felt a pang of jealousy as my mother described the night
lieutenant Tamarack treated her to. The emptiness fanned out from my stomach
and when I got off the phone, I was depressed. I set the alarm for
four-thirty...Wanted to get some sliding in before my first class.....
The panel truck had pulled right up in to the drive way, late in the
afternoon of Christmas eve. The driver was no more than seventeen with bottle
bleached hair. My heart was beating a mile a minute as painted on the side of
the panel truck was the decal of the surf shop where he used to work. The guy
had a card in his hand.
"Miss Cathy Naylor ?" I just nodded. He held out the card. I took it.
"Got some shit from Buffalo for you. He made me promise to deliver it
personal." He was on the way to the van and I was tearing the envelope open.
Cath,
If there's no risk, it's probably not worth doing
Hope you use the stick and the wet suit often while
you're away at college...Aaah...You going to have a
few days free Summer of '67 to go surfing with a
pilot ? A fighter pilot, because that's what I'm
going to be.
Peace, Buffalo
Oh ! Fuck ! That was so far away. The kid was carrying a brand new
light blue surfboard with a rather large box under his other arm. "He shaped
and glassed it himself...He wanted me to sneak that into the conversation." I
just sat by the tree and stared at it for a long time. Below the decal was a
kind of a plaque...Buffalo Tamarack signature model. I felt flushed and the
depression spread throughout my body.....
I'd had a lot of that lately, felt empty...He'd written and told me he
just might be able to spend a few days during Christmas but then never showed
up. I was walking down the beach in my wet suit, custom made...The guy said.
It fit me like a glove and now I knew why he took all those measurements - all
naked, of course and then we were at each other. I felt the emptiness in the
pit of my stomach.
I remembered Christmas morning, throwing off my bathrobe and stripping off
my night gown. My mother was staring at me strangely as I pulled the wet suit
on. I was bouncing up and down a little and my tits were jiggling. My mother
knew...Don't ask me how ? But she knew everything.
The way she looked at me was different. I wasn't her little girl anymore.
I was a woman. She was jealous that I'd been loved. She must miss that. I
wondered if daddy made her feel the way Buffalo made me feel ?
And then my mother calls and tells me she had dinner with him, went
drinking with him. They both got drunk and went dancing, even. The heat in
my stomach dissipated after I caught the first wave and by the time I was back
in the dorm...I was focused again.
January 1967
A group of us were watching the war on TV. I was disgusted with it all.
He graduated last week and was off to a whole bunch of schools. Survival was
first and then water survival...Nice place to be...Florida in March. Then A-1
training and then the war. He'd be there this Summer. But he promised me at
least thirty-days of leave before he went to war.
I'd already told my mom that we were going to stay at the house
together...The same room...Or we'd find something for the month. Mother
didn't even argue...Even asked if he had friend. We both laughed over that.
I was considering staying for Summer school as his leave wasn't until late
Summer but the surf up here was so poor in the Summer.
He'd called this afternoon but I missed it...Was surfing. I was pissed.
Wished it didn't get dark so early. There was a good swell in and I was
anxious for the morning.
My roommate usually had a lot to say after he called. I'd missed him
before. Today, he either had little to say or my roommate was keeping
something from me. I felt a rumble in my stomach. I was hungry for a
man...Hadn't been totally faithful but then we'd never talked about it and I
was sure he probably did the same thing. I'd slept with a couple of guys in
the last year and a half...Sometimes it was good, sometimes it wasn't. I
wondered if I'd have the balls to tell him ? I wondered if he'd tell me ? I
slept with the pillow between my legs.
It was crystal clear but cold, Saturday morning. There were just a couple
out but it was hardly light. I'd get some quality time in before the crowd.
I was waxing up, on my knees in the sand...Looking out at the waist high
swells wrapping around the point.
"Been any good lately ?" I froze and started shaking, I had so much
energy released inside of me. He was squatting about a yard away, his board
tucked between his thighs and stomach. His wet suit was the same from years
ago. It hung on him.
I hadn't seen him or heard him approach and hardly recognized him. The
hair was a little longer than what my mother described but he was skinny as a
rail and white as a ghost.
"You're going to freeze your ass off wearing that thing." I was smiling,
ear to ear. So was he.
"Yea ! You're probably right but I'm pretty sure I can convince a certain
young lady I know to do all kinds of despicable things with me later and that
ought to warm me up, so let's go surfing !" He was up and heading toward the
water and I followed.
He surfed like a kook, all uncoordinated and must have fallen a dozen
times during the session. I gave him inordinate amounts of shit ! I was
surfing better than he was and I was by no means very good. But then he
reached down and captured something. One minute he's kook McGerk and the next
he's Dora at the 'bu on the perfect day.
I was paddling back out and watched as he was scratching for a pretty good
size wave. He was up and I thought he would fall. He was too far back and
the curl was rushing after him. It was going to eat him and then he was
stepping forward on the board and like a sling shot his board accelerates away
from the white water...He's on the nose, hanging ten...Arms in the air and
yelling just like that time in mexico. I've got goose bumps.
He was heading right toward me, still on the nose. Like a cat he was back
peddling and throwing this huge rooster tail of spray all over me. I ducked
through the lip and he was beside me, pulling me off the board and we were in
each others arms and kissing. That was all the surfing for the day.
We were like children, running up the beach toward the road. He led the
way and stopped right beside a brand new volkswagen van...What the hippies
were calling a bus...Gray and shinny in the mid-morning sun. He was talking
about the straps he wanted to hang from the inside roof...To cradle the
surfboards and the mattress that was going to go in the back.
I dropped my board and hugged him from behind. "Shut up, fighter pilot,
get the fucking boards in the van and let's go back to the dorm and get
naked." When he drove right by the dorm, I badgered him again. "You stupid
fighter pilot, the dorm is over there." He reached across me and opened the
glove compartment. Lying with all the manuals and shit they give you with a
new car was a baggie of dope and a package of zigzags.
"Roll'em if you got'em...And I hope you've been exercising your love
muscle because if you haven't it might sting a little tomorrow morning when we
go surfing." The van was filled with bellowing laughter as we exited the
university.
He had a room...More like a suite at a Holiday Inn or something like that.
We finished the joint in the bathroom while stripping off our wet suits and
his dick was hard as steel when I wrapped my hand around it. It was cool to
the touch and his pubic hair was all wrapped around his penis. His mouth was
on my breasts, my nipples were like diamonds and he was chewing on them.
That little heater they put in the ceilings of motel bathrooms was heating
up the room. The shower was going full blast, filling the room with steam and
I was sitting on his face. No shit ! Squatting, holding on to the sink. His
tongue was painting me from asshole to clitoris. I was grunting and groaning.
He pushed me away and folded me in half on the floor. My legs were up around
his shoulders. He had his hands stretched out above my head, holding his
weight off me.
"Put it in, Cathy. Then hold on for blast off." I squeezed my hand down
there and rubbed his dick in my very wet pussy. He was counting down, "Ten,
nine, eight, seven..." I could feel my cunt nibbling on the head of his cock.
My cunt was alive...Wanted to feel more alive. The electricity was just
beginning, the heat of my body and the bathroom already consuming me.
"...two, one..." I didn't hear the zero. My ear drums exploded in sound. He
was yelling at the top of his lungs. "Blast off !"
Only my ankles and cunt were touching him. I don't think his belly ever
came in contact with the back of my thighs or my butt...But his cock was like
light speed, pumping in and out of my cunt...It was like he was there but he
wasn't and then the bomb went off. I was an animal below him. My nails
digging into his shoulders.
My cunt was hemorrhaging semen. My bush felt like a swamp. He was still
fucking me. Jesus ! We'd never done it in bed and here we were, on the tile
floor of the bathroom. But I couldn't feel a thing against my back, just his
cock caressing the walls of my vagina as it pumped in and out of me. I was
cuming again, digging my finger nails into him and humping up at him like I
was bewitched.
The shower was anti-climatic. We actually washed each other without any
fooling around. We were anticipating the bed. It was huge. The red light on
the phone was blinking when we entered the bedroom. Buffalo went right to it.
"Lieutenant Buffalo Tamarack, cong killer extrordinaire, speaking." He
listened for a bit. "Well...My friend...I apologize profusely and promise to
be a little more...How shall we say it ? Less exuberant in the future. Could
you please give me the number to the bar ?" He waited and motioned for me to
disrobe. I had the towel wrapped around me. Off it came and I was moving
toward him. He thanked the guy and was dialing. His towel came off and his
cock was getting hard.
He was ordering a "...bottle of your best champagne...Make that two and
deliver one to room 247...Oh ! God ! What are you doing ? What ? What ?"
I was licking up the inside of his left thigh, wasn't even to testicle level
yet and he was like a tower pointing out of his groin. I felt guilty. He'd
obviously been saving himself for me.
He was mumbling incoherently into the phone. I licked up his side until I
was standing against him. I took the phone out of his hand and told the guy
the room number, "...and don't deliver it for a half an hour." I hung up and
he was lying back on the bed, holding his cock straight up.
We were coupled in less than a second. He had his hands back behind his
head. "My turn...Or is it your turn...Maybe, it's our turn...But you're doing
the work. Get us off, Cathy." I started laboring above him and watched his
brow furrow as I pumped my cunt up and down his hardon. It felt like a big
knob in my stomach and I was greasy between my legs.
I could feel my meat cling to him on the way up and then that full feeling
as I impaled myself on him. He told me to turn around because he wanted to
watch the most beautiful fanny in the world. I couldn't move fast enough. As
my butt rose and fell over his body, his cock was sliding in and out of my
very wet cunt...I felt his knuckle or maybe his finger poking against my anus
on every down stroke.
I pumped my butt harder and felt the tip of his finger enter my asshole.
It was exquisite ! And then I was cuming...Out of control. I was on my side
and he was still in me, both my vagina and my asshole. He was driving them
both in and out of me like a stallion. I was going off about every stroke and
then he was flooding my cunt with cum.
We were sweaty under the blankets but the room air was cold against our
wet skin. My head was on his chest. I was a swamp between my legs. His hand
was in my hair, running his fingers through it.
"Well...Any of these college boys give you an "E" ticket ride like that ?"
I was silent. In a flash he was out of bed and I thought he was pissed. He
was dressing. I was panicked. What the fuck was I going to do ? He was
pulling on his coat, his wings shinny against the blue. I was out of bed and
then the door bell rang.
He was standing at the door and turned back to me. I was still naked.
Not quite sure where my wet suit was ? "Back in bed, beautiful. I want you
on an elbow showing the bulge of your tits against the sheet...Maybe...Yea !
One leg out of the covers, showing a lot of skin...I want this guy to have a
reltne when he leaves the door...It'd be cool if he got one while I was
tipping him."
I flushed, my legs were weak. "Well...Do you want him to get the whole
picture ? Shit ! He'll pass out...All the blood will rush to the head of his
dick and he'll keel over. Get into bed, beautiful...The leg and bust will be
enough."
He turned to open the door and the guy's eyes immediately went to me lying
in bed. He had two ice buckets with bottles of champagne in both of them.
Willy stepped aside after taking the bill from him. The guy's eyes never left
me.
"Over by the bed, if you would, please...Just one of them. The other goes
next door...247. Tell them we're sorry...Better yet." He rushed over to the
desk and wrote out a little note for the people next door. I was having a
staring contest with the room service guy. I kept moving my bare leg up and
down my covered one. My hip was bare and no shit ! I could see the guy
starting to get a hardon.
He had a difficult time concentrating on Buffalo as he gave him
instructions and kept trying to sneak peeks at me. I was on fire...Felt like
the sexiest thing in the world.
The guy finally left. Buffalo turned and leaned against the door. "What
time you get up this morning ?" I was still rubbing my leg up and down. He
was staring through me...Like he could see all I'd done. I knew, he knew. I
couldn't hide it from him. I was flushing, felt hot, had a fever.
"Well...What time ?"
I told him.
His eyes never left mine as he picked up the phone and spoke into it.
"Wake up call for room 245...Zero four-thirty. Yea ! That's right...Zero
four-thirty...You want to go surfing with us ?" He laughed into the telephone
and then was taking off his uniform. He got on top of the covers and started
rubbing my bare thigh.
"Well...Where were we...I seem to remember asking...No, begging for a
little encouragement. Maybe, a pat on the back. Something like...'Oh !
Willy ! You're the best !' Because you are the best partner I've ever shared
intimacies with...Hands down...No close seconds...No crossed fingers." His
face was coming close to mine and his voice was becoming softer. His tongue
was in my mouth and I melted.
I gave him a blow job that lasted over a half an hour, bringing him to the
point of no return several times before swallowing everything he could pump
into my mouth. I looked at his watch and freaked out. It wasn't even noon
yet and we were drinking champagne and already made love three times. God !
I'm not sure I can last another sixteen hours in this room with him. He may
fuck me to death...Taking my last breath with his meat drilling in and out of
me. Oh ! God ! Never let this end. Oh ! Please...I'll even start going
back to mass...I promise !
He insisted I go to class but stayed until Tuesday. He left the van with
me and even had it registered in my name...Insured, too ! I was to pick him
up at L.A.X. when he got finished with all this training...A couple of days on
the hill and then two full weeks at the Secret Spot. I got wet every time I
thought about it. I went seven full months without getting laid...And it was
hard at times. It's funny !? We never talked about it...Not once, after he
gave me his little talk. I felt it just didn't matter any more. He'd always
come back...That's what he was telling me. So I cut out the extracurricular
activities and went to mass a lot...Don't ask me why ?
Before the War
He'd called the last five nights...Always the same...That old Beach Boy's
song about; "...go surfing now, everybody's leaning how..." That's it, just
the song...No talking, nothing but the song. It was the night before. I was
supposed to pick him up tomorrow. I remember laughing. My mom was standing
right behind me while I talked. He was teasing me. "...wear any panties...A
skirt would be best. Then I can just lift it up and we could go at it. I
might be able to wait until we get to the van..."
My mother in the background: "Is he coming ? Is he coming ?" I kept
nodding my head in her direction but it was like she was blind. She was as
excited as I was.
He was rambling on. "...tell your mother that I'm not coming yet...I'll
at least wait until I get near you...Now, whatever you do, don't bring your
mother." He paused. "...second thought...She got a boy friend yet ?" He was
waiting for an answer and I was laughing so hard, I couldn't. I finally
struggled out "no." "...bring her along...Picture this...Your mother...Well,
you get first choice. What do you want ?"
I know I was turning red. My mother grabbed the phone from me. "What
time, Buffalo. My daughter is about to die of embarrassment...What are you
teasing her with ? Maybe I should tag along tomorrow to keep you two out of
trouble ?"
I could hear him laughing through the phone. I yanked the phone out of
her hand and almost screamed into the phone, "You better bring a lot of
friends then...'cause...'cause you'll be wiped out before I get warmed up !"
My mother was laughing like crazy. I was sure she had no idea what we were
talking about. She'd told me that her love life with daddy was at best like
one of my high school dates. I admitted we were sleeping together but got no
where near sharing intimacies with her. I think that's what she wanted. She
wanted to be more friend than parent to me. She was lonely.
I'd spent a lot of imagination and creativity on the pick up. I knew he
was going to adore me for it. I was positive the sexual activity that
followed would be highlighted by the overall plan. I was standing about a
hundred feet away from the gate. The porter was waiting patiently right in
front of the gate. He held a greeting from me...Just the row and spot number.
Nothing else but a little sand.
Here he came. I was tingling. The porter saw him immediately and went
forward. I got ready to book. I had on a simple dress with a belt at the
waist. Underneath, I was practically naked. A garter belt with black nylons.
I was wet. I could feel it on my thighs.
He was reading the note and digging in his pocket for some change. I
could see the sand dribbling out of the note. He had two large bags. One
looked like a suitcase, the other was more like a big duffel bag. He looked
up alertly and started to scan the crowd. I know he would have found me if
he'd looked in this direction first but he didn't and I was off, skirt bunched
up around my upper thighs, running through the airport like a fool. I stopped
and took off my flats...Now, I really looked like an idiot.
I was trying to fit the key into the sliding door of the van when I heard
the bags drop. He was coming toward me, the bulge in his uniform slacks
plainly visible. He pushed the door back and we tumbled on to the mattress
with me below him.
I was trying to hike up my skirt. He was shoving his slacks down. His
cock was out and against me. He yanked up one of my legs and thrust himself
into me. I was clutching him when he started spasaming, he'd been so excited
he came on the first thrust. Now, he started fucking me with his shrinking
penis. When his finger wet itself below my vagina and then wormed up into my
rectum I went off. Humping up against his softening cock. The flush was
exploding out of my belly and then I was on fire, grunting and groaning like a
common whore.
"...Robert...What are you looking at ?"
"Nothing, mommy." He rolled off me and pulled me inside. The door
slammed shut and he was kissing me. I knew my leakage was staining the dress
but wasn't about to move.
He was looking down at me. "Let's get this show on the road...That was
just the opening act...and what an act it was. I think we ruined our
clothes." He started laughing and then was climbing into the front. He was
driving before I made it over into the front.
We were on P.C.H., heading South. "Aaah...Maybe, I could clean that off a
bit." I was licking my lips.
He leaned away from me. "If you touch my dick with your mouth. I'll stop
right there and force you to finish the job." He was holding out a
handkerchief to me. I think he was serious...No shit !
As soon as we got in the room. He ordered me to strip while he quickly
stripped off his uniform. He had a hardon. When he saw the garter belt, he
rushed me and I had to struggle to get the dress off over my head because his
cock was pumping in and out of me like a runaway train. I started cuming
while the dress was still not all the way off and that's where it stayed.
We were sixty-nine, both of us naked...Well, I still had the garter belt
on. The nylons were long gone. He had my ass spread and was reaming his
tongue into my behind. I was sucking his cock like a starving child sucks her
mother's tit. I could hardly hold still and started pulling my sensitive
behind away from his face. His head followed and now he was almost sitting
while he ate out my asshole.
I finally rolled away from him but he came after me. He had me pinned to
the mattress and was slathering my ass and anus with saliva. I finally
relented and forced myself to my knees. Desperate times require desperate
measures. "Come on, honey...Fuck me...Come on, stud. Fuck me into the
mattress, cocksman. Give me some cock, baby."
His tongue didn't waver and was reaming itself right up into my bowels.
He had a thumb in my cunt and I was humping his digit. When the flush
arrived, he abruptly stopped and moved his cock to my behind. One last swipe
at my cunt and ass and then. "Oh ! Jesus ! Fuck ! I'm coming...Go, Willy !
Go ! Honey !"
He had his hands in the garter belt like it was some kind of halter, like
a horse would wear and he was just driving his cock in and out of me like a
pile driver. He was chanting. "Fuck ! Fuck ! Fuck !" I joined him.
It seemed he lasted an awfully long time...I was sure he lasted a long
time as I was sore when he collapsed on top of me. His cock had long ago
slipped out of me but he kept pounding his pubic bone against my cunt and
asshole until he finally drove me down on to the mattress. We were very
sticky.
About an hour went by before either of us spoke. "If that wasn't an "E"
ticket ride...I don't think they invented it yet." He was licking the back of
my neck. "Ready to go again ?" I know I tensed up. He started laughing.
"Just joking." His tongue was in my ear. I would have...Honest.
Staying with my mom was cool. We were both too sore to do shit and were
usually in bed by nine...Asleep. We surfed just about every spot from Malibu
on down to Newport. He especially liked Newport and Balboa. Unspoiled, he
said. Once we spent the night at Doheny...In the camp ground...Well, that was
the only time we had sex until we showered the morning we left...Zero
two-thirty...Oh dark thirty ! God ! What a time to blow him in the shower !
We were kissing, his seed filling our mouths. Now, he was nibbling on my
ear lob. "Remember the hill ?" I just nodded. "How wet is your pussy going
to be as I fuck you on the way down ? All the way inside you." He was
gripping my butt cheeks, real hard and rubbing them together. A caldron was
starting to simmer between my legs.
We had breakfast in the cantina...Nobody recognized Senior Buffalo. I
think he wanted it that way. Sometimes he kind of drifted away on the way
down. He spent most of his time rolling joints from the huge baggie of weed
he got from somewhere. You never knew with Willy ? He was very confidential
about that...With the dope, I mean. He asked me straight up after leaving the
border. "...want to bring a little back...We can...Get you through you a
couple of years at school ?"
"Nah ! Willy, that'd be like bringing sand to the beach." He looked up
at me as he dragged his tongue across the adhesive on the zigzag. He had it
in his mouth and was sucking on it. Getting it wet. When it dried we were
taking off for Uranus, he said.
I laughed. "Your anus, too !" He laughed and laughed.
The Secret Spot, Baja California, Mexico
We traded seats at the old run down store, even had a beer with the owner.
Willy asked about his nephew, Manuel...The car watching kid. The two of them
went on and on about the decline of the marijuana trade. Oh ! They seemed to
sell more and more each year but with so much home grown stuff around, some
times it was tough...And the government down here was starting to make noise.
The owner could see a day when it would not profitable to run just grass.
You'd be running the powder and that was going to bring more
weapons...Everything escalates.
I was thinking about the war...It seemed to get better every week...The
light at the end of the tunnel. He was going to be there at a good time if
there was ever a good time for war ?
Willy shared some of the stories he'd heard from some friends of his up
North. Now, where he was talking about I had no idea until later ?
He said that Northern California was a wash in private plots. People
growing seedless weed...And it makes the stuff we smoke look like heavy
breathing. Willy passed a couple of joints across the counter. The owner
stuck them into his shirt pocket. He kept telling Willy that he thought he
was on drugs and he was...Just stoned as fuck but talking totally lucidly. It
was amazing. Now, we were speaking english but still...Totally lucid. Just
fucking amazing...Like he'd learned some secret while he was away.
I flashed back to the van...It already had plates. The dealer was out of
San Francisco. I'd heard rumors at school, a new breed of weed...Grown for
potency...Bud...Not even leaf...Maybe, just a couple of seeds in a lid. And
the price of this shit was astronomical ! It was starting to fit together.
He knew someone up there...An old high school friend, maybe even earlier ?
I remembered back to the first day I met him. Just before he noticed me.
He was talking to his young friend. They were comparing this surf to the
frigid North, they called it. That was right up there where it was. I smiled
and then we were off.
I torched up a joint when he started counting backwards from a hundred.
He stopped counting at about twenty or so. I was so stoned that by then I had
my head out the window trying to look for the opening. We were arguing and he
had to back up a bit. I started laughing. He was embarrassed. I kissed him.
"Do you want to feel my pussy before we fuck ?"
"Yea..." It was a rasp. Just before the right turn he stopped and
started to wiggle out of his clothes. His cock was hard. I waited until he
was naked and then started to lift the dress up over my head. His hand was
between my legs, feeling my swollen cunt lips. My hair was damp. I was
leaking. He was running a finger up and down my slit. I threw the dress in
the back and sat in the corner of the seat and spread my legs, one over the
seat back.
He was fingering me and it was making a squishy noise. We were debating
which way I should sit on him. I favored looking forward. He favored me
straddling him and using my legs as shock absorbers. We smoked some more
reefer and I straddled him. He was like steel and then the van started
moving. No ! We didn't cum...Coming down the hill but at the water's edge we
fucked and sucked for a little over an hour.
We surfed, we fucked, we sunned ourselves...We only wore clothes when we
surfed. We went to the store about every three days, usually had lunch with
the owner and talked about a myriad of subjects. I was taken back by the
political sophistication of Manuel's uncle's arguments. But in the end, it
was all bullshit as Willy usually brought him a couple of joints...The two of
them were usually so stoned they had to take a nap before we headed back.
It was our last full day. I'd left the water about an hour ago. Willy
was trying to milk something from about a two foot swell and those were the
better waves. The sun disappearing, freaked me out but then I was pretty
fucked up. I looked up and the sky over head was a dark gray almost black.
It started raining. Big drops...Faster and faster. Willy was scratching
for about a foot high wave. Hardly worth the effort. He was up and swinging
his board around. To the nose he went, with arms raised. I could see the
rain drops hitting the ocean. It made it look like the water was boiling. I
was out of my suit and running for the shore line. He did a standing island
pull out about three feet from me. He left the board and was coming toward
me, his trunks sliding down his legs.
He was on his back in seconds and I was fitting his spongy cock into my
cunt. His hands were on my breasts, pinching my nipples. I was rocking back
and forth and could feel his cock start to get harder. I fit the head between
my labia and sat. Willy's cock grew right up into my belly. Neither of us
moved. The rain intensified. It was a down pour and just crazy.
It was cold against my skin. I was still on top and he was just drilling
me like crazy. He had a finger wormed up my ass and I had finally worked a
finger into his ass. He complained the next day that he had sand in his
morning shit ! I told him personal hygiene was important when you were
camping out. He chased me for almost fifteen minutes. Up and down the beach.
We ended up on the sleeping bag and made love for the last time at the Secret
Spot.
R & R
The ticket came in the mail. It was a cold December. His R & R was
scheduled for February. I could hardly wait. He said the out bound
assignments were dog shit. I didn't care, I just wanted him out of 'Nam.
When Tet kicked off I just knew he wasn't going to make it. I went crazy,
couldn't sleep...Study...Do anything. I just couldn't live this way. It was
tearing me up inside. I started smoking a real lot of weed and got drawn into
the whole thing...The beads, the hair, the attitude, the whole fucking thing.
I didn't hear from him for over a month. Shit ! They wouldn't even
contact me if he bought the farm. They'd contact his parents. Shit ! They'd
left California last year and I never went to see them...Only met them a
couple of times and didn't feel comfortable with them. I mailed him back the
ticket. He finally wrote that he never got the ticket but sent another one.
I was meeting him in Hawaii. April fifteenth. I was weary...Didn't want
to get my hopes up and then be destroyed again. My mother thought I should
dress a little...More conventionally, as she put it. His plane was late and I
had to stand with his parents. They were living in Hawaii....Were very nice,
both remembered my name...Ok ! At least one did. We were welcome to spend
some time with them if we wanted ? I was nervous and I'm sure I didn't make a
good impression.
He looked like a ghost, hardly as tan as the uniform he was wearing. I
was hesitant to rush toward him with his parents there. His eyes never left
mine and he drew me to him as he moved toward me. No mistake he was coming to
me...Making his parents come to us. I was in his arms and his tongue was in
my mouth. I was naked under the long granny dress, I was wearing, and could
feel the moisture drenching my thighs.
His dad embraced my back reaching for him. I was embarrassed. I was
crying. So was his dad. Willy was kissing his mom. I was confused. His
parents were leaving. He turned me to him.
"You look like a hippie...Has the love of my life become a hippie ?" I
just nodded. "You know us military guys like to rape, pillage and plunder."
It was a statement not a question. "Especially very beautiful hippie girls."
His tongue was in my mouth and I was wrapping my arms around his neck. We
must have been a sight...The guy in uniform and the hippie girl...A good
picture for the press but by then it was too late. Tet did that to a lot of
things.
It was a slummy apartment complex outside of Honolulu. All we had done is
neck in the limo. There was a screen between us and the driver but Willy
insisted we wait until we were on the way back to the hotel. I kept pestering
him but every time I asked where we were going he stuck his tongue in my mouth
and my cunt started drooling juice. I was ruining my granny dress.
Willy looked at his watch and told the driver to be at the bar across the
street at exactly two o'clock. We wandered about for a bit and then we were
in the complex. It was noisy, lots of the doors were open. I was a little
scared. He knocked.
The people inside were obviously looking out the peep hole. I saw
movement there a second ago. The door flew open and there was this woman,
about my age and big as a house. She must be seven, eight months pregnant.
She reached for my hand first and very softly said, "You must be Cathy.
You're all we've heard about for just about...Well, a long time." Willy was
closing the door. When he turned, she whispered "Buffalo" and then kissed him
on both cheeks.
We smoked some very good reefer, almost too fresh to get going. I was out
of my mind...Could hardly follow the conversation. Jake was up at the farm.
"...know Jake, Willy. He's always trying to fine tune his high. He's crossed
some of his humbolt with the shit they grow out here and before..." She rubbed
her belly. "...Well, let me tell you it's out of this world."
They talked money for a while. I couldn't follow it and Willy kept
smoking joint after joint. I was afraid he was going to pass out. I was
wrecked and when Jake got home it started again. It was the same guy from the
cliff. He had three of Buffalo's boards leaning up against the wall over by
the TV. A little before two we left with two of the surfboards and a lot of
dope. Willy had more dope than we could smoke in a year and we only had two
weeks. One of R&R and one of leave. Willy had planned it that way. I didn't
know at the time; it was because he'd volunteered to go back. If I did, it
would have ruined the whole thing. Instead it only ruined the last three
days. I never forgave him for that. I should have.
We were so stoned when we got back to the hotel we could hardly register.
The hotel staff were laughing like fools as Willy carried me through the
lobby. His parents had left a note for us...They upgraded our room. We were
now in a penthouse on the top floor over looking the Pacific.
Willy laid down on the bed and that was that. The bell man came and went
but Willy slept like a baby. I was frustrated and smoked a little reefer.
The sunset was beautiful. I finally fell asleep next to him.
I felt the warmth on my back, it pooled in the curve from my waist to my
butt. Hands were in it, spreading it around. It felt like warm baby oil. He
was leaning over me, "Don't move." It was a whisper. I slowly turned my head
and he was there, kneeling beside me, rubbing the oil into my back and
shoulders.
There were some scented candles on the night stand. Willy had set them in
ashtrays and they flickered. It was still night outside. He was whispering
in my ear, his tongue coming into contact with my ear lobe every other word or
so.
"You know by the time I roll you over and get to your snatch...Or I could
just go in the back door." One hand was between the cheeks of my ass. It was
slippery with the oil. I thrust my butt up in the air, trying to drive a
finger or two into me. He pulled his hand away. I fell back to the bed in
frustration.
"You know this isn't fair." I was talking like a little girl. He spanked
my fanny. I jumped a little and tried to turn. He pulled my arms out above
my head, his body half lying on me. He was chewing on my ear lobe.
"Hold on to the top of the mattress and don't let go. You, my dear, have
a one way ticket to Nirvana and I'm going to drive you there." His tongue was
trailing down my back and then down my right leg. He pulled my feet off the
edge of the bed and I held on for dear life.
He pulled my legs apart and ran his hands up the insides of my thighs. My
crotch pumped up and down on the mattress. He had a finger in me...His little
finger and it was driving me crazy. His mouth was on my butt and I was
whimpering, his little finger still pumping in and out of my cunt.
He spanked me again and I was crying. It wasn't that hard but I was
crying and he was on top of me. He was hot to the touch and soft. I could
feel him against the cheeks of my ass. He was biting my neck and I was
wiggling around below him.
"Remember the rain ?" I started cuming, bucking up into him. I felt his
cock twitch just before he whispered. I cried a little. When I came to rest,
he continued. "How about the first night...When I licked you down there. Can
you feel it ? My tongue in your cunt ?" His cock twitched and I bucked up
into him again. I was breathing heavily.
"How about the first time we fucked...God ! I remember it. You were like
ripe fruit. Once you were open, you were juicy...Very juicy. Are you juicy
now ?" His cock was just about there. He was sliding it up and down the
crack of my ass and I was moving against him.
"Are you ready, Cathy ?" He was moving quite powerfully, really dry
fucking my ass crack. I was more than ready and pushed him up as I struggled
to my knees. I wasn't quite sure how he did it but it seemed like he was
poised above me with his feet in the air and his stomach against my back.
Like a pendulum swings, he was in me, deep, very deep and then the attack
came.
His cock was a blur...Like a humming bird in my cunt. I was yelling for
him to fuck me faster...Fuck me harder ! I know I passed out because I was on
my belly and he was kneeling between my legs. I looked back and his cock was
like steel up against his belly and all shinny with my juices. He was
crooking his finger at me.
I bounced up on to my knees and he was in me. He was stationary, his cock
deep in my belly. It was a whisper, "Cathy...Cathy..." I looked back again.
"Have you ever done it in your rear ?" I shook my head "no." "I want your
ass, lover. I want your butt...You game, beautiful ?" I just nodded my head.
My last cherry and while Buffalo didn't get my first cherry...Well, I'd
obviously never done this either. My anus itched. I knew he'd stop the
itching.
His cock head was against me and my hands reached back and spread my ass
cheeks. The pressure grew and he told me to relax. Oh ! God ! He was in my
ass. The growl started with him but in just a few minutes I was growling,
too. He had three, maybe four inches in my butt. Wow ! What a different
feeling. He was rocking back and forth. I remained still for maybe a minute
or two and then I was backing into him. He was bottoming out against my butt
and I was wild, screaming like a banshee. He was chanting "Fuck !" over and
over again.
My anus got slick and he pulled my ass further apart. Oh ! It was
flooding out me...Like a river. He was making animal sounds...Oh ! Fuck !
So was I !
It was mid-day before I rose. He was still asleep. I woke him by sucking
on his cock. I got a mouthful for my effort. We didn't make it out of bed
until almost sunset and surfed some pretty good reef shit...Right out in front
of the hotel. Steep little fuckers and a lot faster than the shore break, I'd
been riding.
We camped and hiked with Jake and his girl friend, Maryanne. She was
amazing at seven months. The last time we made love was in a field, in the
mid-day. The four of us...We were about ten feet apart. Both of the boys on
their backs with the girls riding them like jockeys. We wandered through
Jake's farm. He'd have a plant here and a plant there. I mean you could
hardly find them. Willy was very impressed.
We were at his parents when it all went to shit. Willy and his dad were
arguing about the war. It was a silly thing but I threw in some college
philosophy about the war. Pretty soon it was the three of us. I think Mrs.
Tamarack knew when to stay out of a fight and kept her opinions to herself.
In the middle of all this Willy announced he was going back and the two of
us attacked. His dad and I were in the same camp and almost screaming at him
that he was a stupid shit. He laughed but by then we were all drunk. Anyway,
all through the argument Willy never lost his temper or his head...He was
obviously very drunk, pouring a shot of Jack Daniel's all over the dinning
room table.
When we finally got to bed I told him, "You go back...I may not be around
when you come home from playing hero." He told me we'd talk about it tomorrow
and for the next three days we did. We always ended up at the same place.
There was no compromise. I left very pissed off at William Buffalo Tamarack.
He was a stupid shit head for choosing the war over me.
Late Summer '68
"Well...What do I tell him ?" My mother was calling for the fifth time.
I'd transferred to UCLA and was living down in Santa Monica with a group of
people. I didn't answer his letters but they kept coming.
"Tell him anything you want...Just don't tell him where I live or give him
my number." I knew if I talked to him or saw him, I'd succumb to his...I
wasn't sure what it was but it made me crazy. I didn't want to be crazy
anymore. There was too much to do. The war had to be stopped. I laughed
when my mother got off the phone. The fool thought he was going to change the
system from the inside. Convince people that we shouldn't be bombing people
back to the stone age...From the inside out. He was full of shit !
My mother told me later that she had the most wonderful time. I thought,
for just an instant, really...That maybe, they slept together ? I mean my
mother really went wild when she talked about him. I wondered if my mother
was passing the cake and he was taking a piece ? Oh ! It didn't bother me in
that way. My mother could probably hold her own with him but eventually their
age difference would cause them to part. I don't think they'll ever reach the
heights we did...But I wasn't really sure ?
A couple of years later he was back. This must have been the Fall of '71.
I was married and had just delivered...A girl and she was beautiful. My
husband had been with me during the protest years...That fizzled out as the
draft wound down. All the bad shit came after that. My husband and I were
active with it all. But that tapered off...Later. It was chick to bring your
kid to the demonstrations.
A gray VW bus was parked in the drive way. I was late and drove right by
the house. No way ! As much as I loved my husband. He was kind,
considerate, good in bed. His dick made Willy's look like a pencil...Yea ! I
know but it still gives me a little thrill when I see it starting to get hard.
Anyway, I drove on by and took my daughter to day care instead of grandma's.
I still wasn't strong enough. Mom never mentioned he had visited...Not even
on her death bed. That was the last time. A new decade was beginning. A new
beginning !
***** Epilogue *****
It was late Spring...Shit ! Must have been '86, maybe '87...I was on the
cliff at PV Cove, watching the surf. A descent swell was in...Kind of late
for it. My husband and I would never leave the hill...A just terrific place
to raise the girls. Right now, I can't recall why I took the afternoon
off...I don't know...Really...I don't think it was him...Hadn't thought about
him in fifteen years...Since the war ended. There were several cars parked by
the path down to the beach. The afternoon was so clear you could see
Catalina. Not an often occurrence anymore.
I heard them before I saw them. The laugh. There was no doubt in my mind
it was Buffalo. The little one must be his kid. He had a towel folded up on
his head and was balancing his board on the towel. Dad was carrying his own.
Still a long board and I was willing to bet Buffalo showed the kid a little
something today. He was no more than seven or eight...Figured he was his
oldest.
They were right below me and the boy was complaining about the wet suit.
I could hear him very clearly. "Some people don't have the luxury of warm
water all year long, buddy." Oh ! Shit ! Willy didn't name him "buddy" did
he ?
He stopped abruptly and looked up, right into my face...It was freaky,
like he could sense me. I mouthed "Hi !" His son was continuing up the
trail. I walked toward the end of the path and he kept pace with me. The boy
was at the car when Willy called to him.
"Come here, Jeff. There's someone I want you to meet." The boy had the
van door open and was slinging the board into some straps hanging from the
inside. I shook. I was holding Willy's outstretched hand. He was still
holding his board. His son was standing politely off to the side.
"Jeff...I'd like you to meet a very good, very dear old friend of
mine...Cathy..." I shook the young man's hand. God ! He looked like him,
walked like him but his complexion was no where near as dark and his hair was
almost blonde. Both of them were very tan and it wasn't a wet suit tan either
as the kid had his down around his waist.
"How about taking my board and putting it in the van, son ?" The boy was
off to the van, lugging that big log Willy was riding. He held both of my
hands but hadn't really spoken to me. Seconds later the visions were rushing
by me and I could hardly keep up. It was like years of experiences were
bombarding me.
He was sorry about my mother, so young. He really liked her and had some
great times with her. I laughed and told him about the time I thought he was
sleeping with her. He looked over at the van. I did, too. The boy had the
key in the ignition and was playing what had to be a tape. The Chantels or
whoever did Pipeline were blasting out of the van.
He was staring in my eyes when he said it. "Your mother was a wonderful,
vibrant woman, Cathy. Let's not go there. We had some good times together
after you and I parted. She reminded me of you...And I was still in love with
you. I was selfish. I hope I caused no harm."
The tingling began in my hands and was soon past my elbows. I dropped his
hands like they were hot. He leaned over and kissed my forehead. My temples
throbbed. "I'll never forget the times we had...I hope you have the same
feelings about them." I just nodded and he was moving toward the van, yelling
for Jeff to turn down the music. It was Jan & Dean singing Surf City. The
kid was singing along. I was drawn toward the van.
"...good friend, dad ?"
"Yea, Jeff, a real good friend. She surfs, too !"
"Aaah, dad, lots of girls surf."
"Not when she did, son." He was staring right at me as he pulled away
from the curb. I was flushed and embarrassed but proud. No matter how many
men I know in this life time...And I've probably known my share and maybe a
little more. I'll never ever meet a man who makes me feel as sexy as William
Buffalo Tamarack.
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