Chapter 1
Laura Drew pushed open the swinging door and entered the kitchen. It was nine o'clock in the morning and the house was quiet. Everyone in the Drew family slept late on Saturday. That is, everyone except Laura. She was always up to something. For the last four months her passion had been books. She read them with a personal intensity that marked practically everything she did.
Resting on the center of the large kitchen table were three she had just finished. Each of the books were devoted exclusively to Romantic Poetry. Her hopeful, idealistic, naive spirit just ate it up. Tales of Grecian urns and skylarks really turned her on. She was sure that she was beginning to see the light on all things.
She opened the shiny white refrigerator door and lifted out a large container of orange juice. She put it on the table next to the books and whirled around, reached up to one of the cabinets over the sink and got herself a glass. Laura then sat down at the table, poured herself a full glass of the thick frothy liquid and casually paged through one of the books.
A few minutes later, she looked up from her book and gazed out the window next to the refrigerator. It was an Autumn morning and the sun's yellow light splashed into the large room. The green leaves of the tree her father had planted when she was only three years old pressed gently against the glass.
Suddenly, a small brown bird appeared on a slender branch. Laurc smiled, held her almost empty glass of juice and sat back in her seat.
"Hail to thee, blithe Spirit," she said gently as she offered a toast to the small winged creature at the window.
The mood passed and she abruptly rose from her chair, swooped up the three books and walked with a brisk step towards the door leading to the back of the tidy, well kept house.
Her young body moved gracefully along the narrow path that led to the front of the house. She was slender and had a natural knack for buying clothing that flattered her lithe frame.
She had dressed wisely for the chilly morning. Her feet and legs felt warm and comfortable in her boots. It was the first time she had worn them since the previous winter and they felt good. Her jeans were long and tight. They weren't completely broken in yet, but they clung to her body with a stretching tightness. Her buttocks were high and full. They swayed from side to side with a fetching seductiveness.
Laura wore two sweaters. One of them was black and tight. It fitted tightly to her upper torso and beautifully outlined her soft, high, large breasts, soft shoulders and tapering waipt. She had tucked it into her jeans giving her body an alluring hour glass shape. On top of this, she wore a loose, heavy red, pullover sweater. The blackness of the turtle neck's top gave a sharp contrast to the redness of the pullover.
The bottom of the large sweater rested on the high arch of her buttocks. She put her creamy, white hand out in front of her face as she reached the front of her house. The sun was so bright it made her face recoil. Her hand offered little protection from its relentless rays but she held it out in front of her nevertheless.
Laura's hair was blonde and curly. It rested fully around her fair face. Large curls cascaded down over her back. She had just washed it and it shined with a dean freshness. The makeup she wore gave added beauty to her elegant featured face. Her eyes were blue and were surrounded with long, fluttering lashes. Her cheekbones were high and fragile. They tapered down to her large, soft lipped mouth. Laura's lips glistened in the morning light. Within her mouth snow white teeth would flash as she spoke and smiled. Laura Drew smiled a lot. She was a happy person.
As she walked towards Fairfield's only library, she consciously tried to enjoy the bright red and orange leaved trees. It seemed that every tree, in the town had began to turn except the one that grew behind her house.
In all of her sixteen years, she had never traveled too far away from the pleasant Vermont town. She liked it there. Many of its structures were old but everyone defended them for their "character." Most of its citizenry worked in the dozens of office buildings and retail stores that lined its main thoroughfare. The rest of the population worked at one of the large wood and paper mills that surrounded the outlying areas of the small town.
With a growing population of thirty-five thousand, Fairfield, Vermont was a pristine microcosm of life. People in Fairfield felt somehow detached and insulated from problems besetting the country. In a way, they were right. Vietnam and Nixon were a fading memory but even during the height of America's traumas, Fairfield remained unchanged. Only a few of its native sons were lost to the war and the pain of their deaths had been coated over with time and the stilling quality of life in the country.
Laura turned a corner and was soon strolling along Webster Avenue. The small shops lining the town's main street were beginning to open. Saturday was a big day for Fairfield's retailers. People from the outlying areas came into town then to buy clothes, hardware and other implements necessitated by the rural life.
The Fairfield Public Library was at the end of Webster Avenue and Laura was almost there. As she walked, she waved to some of the storekeepers who had bought their insurance from her father.
The large, gray building that housed the town's books grew closer. Laura could see the librarian stooped over struggling to open the front door. She was a peevish woman about sixty years old. She was disliked by practically all of those who frequented the building. But for some reason Laura liked her. She felt that she understood this lonely woman. Laura was convinced that Miss Davis was a nice person despite her gruff and surly manner.
"Damn!" Laura heard her say as she bounded up the steps leading to the library's entrance doors. "This door!" the voice continued.
"Good morning, Miss Davis," Laura said pleasantly. "Having trouble with that door again?"
Miss Davis looked up from her frustrating work. "Never you mind, child! I'll have this door open in a minute."
Laura knew she wouldn't. "Here. Let me help you."
The elderly librarian gave an exasperated groan and moved away from the reluctant lock. Laura jiggled the key in the lock a few times and then gently opened the door.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" uttered Miss Davis as she brushed past Laura and entered the building.
Without a word of thanks, she took the key from Laura's outstretched hand and began to turn the lights on. There were several sets of switches in the library. In a minute, she was behind the entrance room's large desk busying herself with whatever a librarian does.
Laura hadn't noticed. She was lost amid the aisles and aisles of books. She didn't know what she was looking for but she was sure she'd know as soon as she found it. When she had, she walked up to the large desk Miss Davis stood behind.
Laura hesitated for a moment and then laid the volume in front of Miss Davis as if she sought her approval.
The librarian's eyes lit up when she saw the gilded title. " The Rime of the Ancient Mariner!' A wise choice Laura. I haven't read that one in years."
Miss Davis then launched into a long monologue about the imagery and meter of the poem. Laura had never seen the woman so animated. The grouchy woman seemed to have a pleasant streak in her after all.
I was right about her, Laura thought.
When the woman finally finished she checked out the book and handed it to young Laura. The girl turned on her heels and walked towards the door. As she pushed it open she heard her name. She turned to sec Miss Davis wave to her and say, "You'll love it!"
Laura bounded down the cement steps and walked past the large open gate that surrounded the building. In a minute she was back on Webster Avenue. The day's activities had really begun. The avenue was alive with cars, slamming doors and sharp conversation. More than once, Laura had to dodge through the small clusters of people moving along the narrow sidewalk that skirted the street.
She stopped in front of a small shop. The large written lettering above its front window identified it as "Renee's Dress Shop." It didn't look too crowded so she went in.
"Oh, it's definitely 'you,' " she heard Renee say to the doubtful woman standing in front of the mirror.
"Do you really think so?" the woman replied.
Laura tuned out of the conversation when she saw Kim. The shapely, brown-haired teen was about Laura's age and worked on weekends at the shop. She was busy straightening out the dozens of dresses on the store's main rack and didn't see Laura's approach.
"Working hard?" Laura asked jokingly.
Kim's dark eyes lit up when she saw her. Laura was her best friend.
"What are you doing here?" she asked in kind of a whisper. Renee didn't like her help socializing during working hours and Kim felt guilty already.
"I just thought I'd drop by and see how the other half lives," Laura replied.
"Not too good!" Kim answered with a sly smile. Her eyes glanced around the shop looking for Renee. "I'm really sorry Laura, but I can't talk now. I'm glad you came by though. I wanted to ask you something. The dance tonight, are you going? I didn't want to ask you in school yesterday. Bob Nelson will be there."
Laura immediately became defensive. Whenever Bob came up she lost all her charm and poise. He just kind of torpedoed her with that cute smile of his.
"So? Who's Bob Nelson? I wasn't going to that dumb dance anyway. No matter who was there!"
"Ha, ha!" Kim replied. "I know how you feel about him. I can see it in your eyes. Come on! It will be fun!"
"I don't know," Laura replied. "I'll call you about six tonight. Maybe."
"Good," answered Kim. She pushed Laura towards the door affectionately. "Now will you get out of here. Can't you see I'm working!"
Both girls shared a laugh as Laura pulled open the shop's thick window door. "See you," said Laura.
She returned to the street and continued her walk towards home.
"Bob Nelson," she said to herself. "So who cares if he's there or not." She really liked him in spite of herself.
She felt her face flush and a warm glow in her crotch whenever she thought of him. He was so handsome. Some of the other girls used to say he was "dreamy." Laura never admitted her own crush on him to anyone other than Kim. That girl knew practically all of her secrets.
When Laura turned off of Webster Avenue and walked the quiet residential streets towards home she thought of Bob. The thing that excited her most about him was that he was different. He wasn't involved in any sports yet he was lean and muscular. He didn't involve himself in any of the school's plays although with his wavy black hair and black eyes he was by far the best looking boy in the school. He always seemed to stand apart from the other boys at Fairfield High.
Bob Nelson was a loner. Some of the boys used to refer to him as the "high plains drifter," but never to his face. He had a certain kind of unnerving quality that seemed to confuse most of them. Laura used to think that he had some kind of secret that he spent most of his time concealing from everyone around him. Nobody knew too much about him. He never went to any of the school dances and seemed to keep his social life far from his life at the high school.
The fact that Kim told her made her nerve endings tingle. Bob Nelson was going to be at the dance that very night. The pace of her walking quickened as she considered it.
She began to speak to herself. She always did when she was excited.
"Bob Nelson? It must be that new band. 'Shallow Grave' is supposed to be a really hot band. Maybe he knows one of them or something."
When it came to boys, Laura was shy and distant. It wasn't that she was afraid of them or their company. It was just she often didn't know what to say whenever they were around. That was one of the reasons she liked Kim so much. Her friend was as attractive as she was and had some of the social graces she lacked. Laura didn't feel so uncomfortable around boys when Kim was around. She could relate to them through Kim. In a way her friend protected her from the small embarrassments teenage girls often take to heart. Kim was her best friend.
Both of the girls were virgins. That was one secret that they shared only with each other. But Kim knew that Laura would probably lose it to Bob if she was given the opportunity. It was like Kim could read her mind sometimes.
She could see how nervous and excited Laura would get whenever Bob was around. More than once Laura moved closer to her friend when Bob approached. Kim's presence steadied her nerves. Bob just did something to her she couldn't understand.
Laura finally reached her home and opened its white picket fence. She left it open and walked to the front steps. The door was open. She entered and lumbered up the center hallway steps to her bedroom.
Her mother heard her come in. "Laura?" she called up from the kitchen. "Come down here this instant!"
Laura stopped right before reaching the top of the stairs. She turned around listlessly and walked down the steps. She hadn't answered her mother.
"Laura?" her mother called out again. She swung open the kitchen door leading to the hall that ran parallel with the stairway.
Mrs. Drew spotted her daughter on the stairs. "What's the matter, honey? Is everything okay?"
Laura sparked "back to life and bounded down the remaining stairs. "Sure Ma. Everything's fine. What's up?"
Mrs. Drew, at once made sure that her only child was alright, launched into her mild maternal tirade.
"Do you know how you left the kitchen this morning? The orange juice was warm when your father and I got up. You left it on the table. You also left the refrigerator door open again. How many times do I have to tell you to close it. Really, Laura! I don't know how you always get such good marks in school sometimes. You can be so absent minded. It's either that or you just don't care."
She stopped and looked at her daughter pensively. "Do you hear what I'm saying to you, young lady?"
Laura was guilty as charged. "I'm sorry, Ma. Really I am. It won't happen again. I promise."
Her mother had gotten satisfaction and backed off. She looked at the book her daughter carried. "What are you reading this time, dear? More poetry?"
Laura turned the book on its side so her mother could read the title.
"The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, eh? I read that in college." She was proud of her daughter's refined tastes. The teen didn't seem that excited by that Rock and Roll music or any of the other trash the kids wasted their time with. She touched her daughter's shoulder reassuringly. "You'll love it,"" she said.
For the next few hours, Laura and her mother did some of the household chores.
Laura's jobs included hanging up the wet wash on the line in the back of the house, taking the dry wash off the line and then folding all of it up and putting it away. It didn't take too long but Laura often acted like a perfectionist about it and extended the chore's required time by fifteen minute or so. She really didn't mind. She had nothing else to do anyway. Her homework had been completed the night before and she really didn't feel like starting her new book yet.
But around four o'clock she began to tire and went up to her room. She saw her bed. It was freshly made and was so clean. She lay down to rest for a couple minutes.
Her relaxed thoughts were suddenly intruded upon by images of Bob Nelson. She felt her crotch begin to warm up again. He really turned her on. She wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Would she be able to feel his 'thing' in his jeans if he held her tight. Her young bush began to churn at the thought of Bob's hard penis. It was only natural.
Laura opened the top of her jeans. Her fingers moved into the tight, laced fabric of her panties. She began to play with the folds of her warm pink pussy. She felt her whole body getting hot.
Abruptly, she jumped from the bed and raced to the top of the stairs. Her father was out with a client and her mother was busy at the sewing machine placed hastily on he dining room table. She then dashed into the bathroom and took a towel from its hamper. She returned to her bedroom and locked the door behind her. In a minute she was naked. She quickly slid her young body under the bed's covers and pulled the towel towards her crotch.
As she rubbed the soft fabric back and forth against her young, quivering bush she thought of Bob. Her imagination was vivid as hell.
She could see him kiss her neck and begin to undress her. She saw herself just wilt in his arms. He undressed her so tenderly. In her mind she could see herself standing in front of him naked with her head lowered. She saw how he lifted her chin from her chest with his long, bony fingers. She felt his naked flesh press against her. The rock hard penis protruding from his crotch brushed against the flesh of her inner thigh.
He gently lowered her onto a large, strange bed covered with satin sheets. She felt his body press against hers. The hair from his chest rubbed against her full, heaving bosoms. She felt how her nipples had hardened. She was sure that they were as red as her wet lips.
Laura felt his strong, masculine fingers begin to probe at the entrance to her virgin bush.
The wet, golden hairs moved away gently as he slowly pushed his fingers into her opening.
She saw how her mouth opened and her eyes closed when his strong fingers began their sexual massage. Her whole body seemed affected by the movements of his fingers.
She could see how the soft, creamy flesh of her neck began to tighten in growing passion. Her face tensed and showed the pleasured frustration of a woman with a growing need for a man's penis.
He knelt beside her now and began to squeeze her flushed heaving breasts. His other hand continued its ecstatic massage of her young pussy.
She could feel her pussy moisten from perspiration and her own flowing, pre-cum juice. Her legs opened further and further to the hand giving her crotch and whole body such pleasure. She could see herself grasp the hand and help it move in and out of her opening. She wanted him to busy his entire fist into her. She wanted his prick. She needed it now.
She could see him move from her side back to his original position. He was readying himself for his entrance. He lowered his high flying, proud prick towards her wet, open, anxious hole. Her legs were bent at her knees in preparation for her loving visitor. She waited with a growing impatience for her guest.
He nestled the tip of his prick into the soft, wet folds of her pussy flesh. All was in readiness!
With a full swaying motion, she could see her imagined lover lower his entire weight upon her and ram his hot, huge prick far into her soft cunt.
She heard herself cry out when the hot, flesh seared her willing, wet hole. She could see how she wreathed from side to side when the full length of his loving dagger moved silently into the most sensitive opening of her body Bob's hot, full breath whistled through her ears. His strong hands held her young, full buttocks firm and apart as he continued his sexual pumpings of her young flesh. She felt his chest moving across her own. Her breasts were pressed against her own chest.
Her whole body seemed engulfed by the thick, rock hard flesh that moved in and out of her. The sensitized skin that lined her inner canal thrilled at the power and size of the purple veined flesh rod's movements. In and out it traveled. She felt her body fill when he humped her and empty and when withdrew his prick for another plunge. It was wonderful.
She could hear herself moan with pleasure as he fucked her righteously. She had never felt such joy. His prick made her feel like such a woman. She hoped he would never stop.
Suddenly, she felt his tenderness change into a hungry fury. He had something in his joint that he had to get out. He had to give her the hot, semen swelling his balls up and out. His breaths began to speed up and shorten. He was about to come.
She could see how she held him with a growing intensity as his orgasm approached. She too felt a hot glow in her crotch begin to reach kindling temperature. They would explode together, locked in a torrid love grip!
Her purple veined master rammed at her hole with a relentless fury. She could feel a droplet of saliva fall from her open mouth. She felt her whole body wet from the sweat of her love feast. She knew that the time was near.
The hot glowing ball deep in her crotch was about to burst. The manner and speed of Bob's humps grew more and more ferocious. His balls slapped at her buttocks close to her anal opening. She pressed her nails into his back and began to bite at his shoulder. She was an animal fucking with a primitive pleasure. She began to groan strange animal sounds as her pelvis instinctively met her lover's strong humps with a series of quick ones of her own.
She felt the ball within her burst. Bob's prick had touched it. A glowing shower of hot pussy juice showered her lover's prick as it began to erupt.
It exploded within her! She yelped sharply as his first blast raced into unchartered regions of her innermost flesh. Her body shuddered as his hot, creamy cum lined her insides with a thick coat of masculinity. Every cell in her body seemed dazed by the power of his streaming love juice. It flowed into her with a limitless power and a gushing speed.
Her body surrendered willingly to the invader. She felt her flesh release the tension as her own orgasm wracked her with resounding pleasure. She accepted his conquering cum with a gentle, feminine limpness.
Her lover had completed his act of tender domination and rested his full weight upon young Laura. He kissed her neck with a sensual strength. Her arms rubbed his back gently and marveled at the firm muscular flesh of her man. She was happier than she had ever been in her life. She was being loved by a man.
Suddenly, her self-induced reverie was shattered by a voice from the here and now. It was her mother's! She had to get up.
Her mother reached the top of the stairs and began to knock on Laura's locked door.
"Laura! What are you doing in there? You have a telephone call! Come on out of there! I'll never know why you spend so much time locked up in that room of yours. My goodness.
Come on now!"
The teen scrambled out of bed and reached for her clothes. She relaxed a bit when she heard her mother begin to walk down the stairs.
A minute later she was fully dressed. She fluffed up her disheveled hair and opened the door. As she walked down the stairs she winced in discomfort. Her own orgastic juices were dripping down her inner thigh. She hadn't had time to clean herself.
She picked up the receiver lying on the small table at the bottom of the stairs.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Hello," the voice on the other end of the connection said.
It was a boy's voice. She didn't recognize it.
'This is Bob Nelson. I don't know if you know me or not. I'm in your English Lit class at Fairfield."
Laura was stunned. The boy who had made passionate love to her in her fantasies just a few minutes ago was now speaking to her on the phone!
"Oh, yes! I know you. How did" you get my number?"
Bob responded, "Well, I know that Kim Williams is a good friend of yours and I also know that she works down at "Renee's Dress Shop" down on Webster. I went down there a little while ago and asked her for your number. Are you busy?"
"No, no.. .Bob. I'm not busy. Why are you calling?"
"I'm calling to ask you to go to the dance with me tonight. But before you say 'yes' or 'no' I've got to tell you that I won't be able to spend the whole evening with you. I'm the lead singer for "Shallow Grave." We're playing the dance tonight. There's going to be a lot of Disco music piped into the gym when we're not playing so maybe we could dance together then. Will you go with me?"
Laura suddenly became indignant. "Why should I go to a dance with someone who isn't going to be with me? That's just dumb!"
The other end of the connection was quiet. Finally, the voice began to speak. "Well. I guess that means no then. Maybe I'll see you there tonight anyway."
As he hung up Laura began to change her tune. "I didn't say I wouldn't go...." Her voice broke off when she heard him break the connection.