Chapter 2
Laura spent the next hour or so in the throes of a mild case of anguish. Her fantasy lover had almost become real. But she had ruined it! All was not lost however. He had said that he might see her there. There was still hope.
At exactly six o'clock, Laura called Kim. As soon as her friend identified the voice that spoke to her as Laura's she began her interrogation.
"Did Bob call you? What did he want? I knew that he liked you! He wanted to ask you to go to the dance with him tonight. I could see it in his eyes the second he asked me for your number today. Did he ask you? Did you say yes? You had to say yes! He's so cute! I swear if I didn't know how much you liked him, regardless of what you say, I'd make a play for him myself! so! Tell me everything!"
After Laura had calmed Kim down she began to speak:
"Well. He did call me. And he did ask me to go to the dance with him," She hesitated for a moment.
"So, so," Kim demanded anxiously. You did say yes, didn't you?"
Laura spoke boldly. "I did not! He's the lead singer for the band playing tonight and he had the nerve to ask me to go with him and stand around and watch him all night! I'm no dope! I told him 'no' straight away!"
Kim was aghast. "You what! You didn't! You know what? You know what? You're crazy! That's what you are! Crazy!"
Laura began to vainly defend her position, she didn't even believe what she said herself. "So? That's what you think! Who does he think he is? I am not going to stand around and wait for him all night!"
Kim began to calm down again. She had resigned herself to her friend's fate. "So are you going to the dance, anyway? Eh?"
"Yes, I am," Laura responded. She was beginning to feel better now that her friend had taken the pressure off of her. She decided to change the subject. Kim didn't resist her. "So. What are you going to wear?"
The rest of the conversation dealt with clothes. Half of Laura's wardrobe was at Kim's house and half of Kim's wardrobe was at Laura's.
When they had finally decided what each of them would wear the conversation ended. Laura was to go to Kim's house about seven-thirty. When she got there her friend's father would drive both of the girls to the Fairfield High gym.
Laura refused to eat dinner. She was too excited. She heard her parents talking quietly downstairs as she dashed from her room to the bathroom at the end of the hall. Getting dressed for the saucy sixteen year old was quite an operation.
First, she took a long, cleansing shower. The room filled with steam as she moved the soap lathered wash cloth across her young body.
She carefully washed every opening and portion of her lovely body. Going to the dance was going to be quite an adventure. She was going to be prepared for anything.
She washed her long blonde hair for the second time that day. She wanted it to sparkle in a proud fullness. like a master craftsman, she stood in front of the bathroom mirror and blew dry her golden hair. She had perfected the art of working with a blower only recently and she paid careful attention to her work. Her eyes carefully watched the style brush move through her drying hair. Her tongue curled over her top lip as she flipped her large curls up and around her beautiful face.
After a dash of hair spray to maintain the meticulousness of her work she retreated to her bedroom for the next stage of her act of "getting dressed."
She applied her makeup carefully. Her naturally fragile features, combined with her budding youth, were heightened by her facial handiwork. She always did her eyes first. Long, black lashes were precisely applied with the sharp end of a hairpin. Dark eye liner came next to be followed by an eye shadow subtly tinted with a trace of the color green.
Next, came her cherubic cheeks. Her naturally high boned cheeks were given added elegance by just the right amount of powders and creams.
Her lips were the final part of her face. First, she applied a ruby red lipstick and blotted her work with a light, white tissue. Next, she outlined them with a sharp, black pencil like tool. It fitted neatly into a silver cylinder. Finally, she applied a gloss that gave her lips a wet, alluring appearance, she wanted to look as foxy as possible.
With her hair and face completed, she began to clothe herself. She opened the top drawer of her dresser and lifted out a new pair of pantyhose. They were neatly wrapped in see through paper and were wound around a shiny, white piece of cardboard.
She ripped away the paper and let it fall to the floor. Slowly, she pulled the new hosiery away from the cardboard. She shook the pantyhose out to its full length and lifted her right leg. Her outstretched foot slid into the sheer, silver tinted fabric. It stretched and glistened as the full length of her young, perfectly proportioned leg moved into it.
When she had pulled it up her right thigh she lowered her right leg and lifted her left. Following the same procedure, the hose's elastic top soon stretched tightly around her tiny waist.
She returned to her dresser and lifted out a black, laced bra. From there she walked to her closet and opened its door. A full length mirror hung from the inside portion of the door. Her young breasts stood high in statuesque beauty.
They were quite large but stood high. Her youth made sure of that. She placed her hands, from which protruded long elegant fingers, beneath them and held them even higher than they stood naturally. She wanted them bigger.
Methodically, she put the bra on. Her breasts bulged from the tightly fitting undergarment as she clasped its small metal clip behind her. Laura then stooped down and picked up her only dressy shoes from the floor of the closet. They were stacked heels. When she slipped them over her small feet her neatly red painted toenails protruded from the front of them. She stood back from the mirror and admired her slender, perfect form.
Her hair was still perfect and surrounded her beautiful face. Its long, full curls fell about her shoulders and back in a gentle cascade. The softness of her shoulders were disturbed by the cinching black strap of her bra. Her arms were long and practically hairless. They tapered softly to thin wrists and small hands. Her carefully polished nails ended the long sloping curves of her arms in a sharp redness.
Her chest heaved slightly as she returned her gaze to her breasts. A dark cleavage had formed between them because of the binding fabric of the tightly fitting bra. The tops of her large breasts swelled from the top of her black brassiere forming crescent shaped curves.
She pulled at the bottom of her bra to work the flesh of her breasts into the already full, bulging cups.
The lowest bones of her rib cage swung downward softly towards her tiny, sharply lined waist. At the center of all this, Laura's small, rounded stomach curved downward into the sweet mysteries of her golden-haired pussy. Her waist seemed have a "hard job in holding her large breasts and swelling hips in perfect balance. But it obviously managed quite well.
Her entire body seemed to converge upon her tapering waist. Below it her hips moved out in a ful! flowing curvaceousness. She rested her hands on her waist and bent one of her legs at the knee. The silver tint in her pantyhose flashed ever so slightly as the lean soft flesh within it moved with a sensual slowness.
Her sweet, young pussy could be seen slightly through the poorly cloaking fabric of her hosiery. Her brown, curly pubic hairs could be vaguely seen forming a small triangle in her alluring crotch. This teenager was all woman!
Her long legs seemed even longer as she stood in the high, stacked, open toed, black heels. Her knees balanced the distance from the topmost portions of her open inner thigh to the sultry, high shoes she wore on her feet.
She was happy with her body. She felt clean and sexy. If only Bob wasn't completely turned off by her rejection of him earlier that day, she might have a chance with him that very night!
She smiled at her own reflection. Then she lifted her hands from her small waist and lifted them towards the hanger from which hung the outfit on the previous night during the hours she had spent in her room. Using both hands she slowly lifted the neatly pressed, black slacks from the hanger. Trying her best not to get any of the hairs from the thick rug that covered the floor of her room, she then walked to a strong, wooden chair resting quietly near her window. She stood up upon it and cleverly slipped the slacks on without ever once permitting its fine black fabric to touch the floor.
The zipper slid up quietly and she clinched the small clips at its waist closed. Her young, lovely body looked beautifully attractive and snugly fitted into the slacks.
Next, she gently lifted the antique, multi-colored, silk blouse she had bought at Kim's shop for half price, from the wooden hanger. She loved the way it felt against her skin. It was so soft, dainty and feminine. She was sure that Bob would really be turned on by it. It seemed to have every color of the rainbow in it. But the dominant one was green.
That was why she had chosen the green eye shadow that flashed about her beautiful face.
She returned to the mirror hanging from the closet door and looked at the finished product of her work. Her hair sparkled in its clean freshness and full bodied blonde curls. Her blouse failed to cover a fair portion of her upper chest and her soft, creamy flesh peeked through alluringly. The blouse was short sleeved and also failed to hide most of her white, slender arms. It had a pull tie at the waist and a small portion of midriff was visible when she moved. It would be really foxy when she was dancing.
A faint hint of silver could be seen at her ankles and feet. It gave an added flash to her already stunning appearance. She was ready.
In a few minutes, she had her small pocketbook packed with all the required implements needed to maintain her beauty throughout the night, and was on her way downstairs.
"Well!" her father said in amazement. "Laura, you look beautiful." Mr. Drew worried abut his only child. There were so many creeps around nowadays.
"Make sure that Mr. Williams picks you up after the dance. He'll drive you straight home. And don't be too late."
Her mother was at her side pulling at her blouse and straightening her hair. "You mind your father now, Laura. We both expect you home at a reasonable hour."
Laura really liked her parents. They never really interfered in her life. As long as she did well in school and didn't get into any trouble they permitted her autonomy in her life style. What she didn't know was the fact that her father was beginning to get very nervous about his daughter. She just looked too good. He wanted to protect her.
Laura got her stylish cloth coat from the closet near the front door, put it on and stood at the door. "Okay, Mom and Dad. Don't worry about me. I'll be okay. I gotta go now."
Seconds later, she was on her way to Kim's house. She felt terrific. Her friend was waiting at the door for Laura when she arrived. Kim's father emerged presently and the three of them got into the man's late model, family type car.
Traffic started to build as they approached the school gym. The car was filled with the strong smell of the identical perfume the two teens wore. Mr. Williams couldn't smell it however. He was too busy puffing on his cigarette.
The band had already started to play by the time Kim and Laura got out of the car. They rushed into the gymnasium. It always looked so different when there was a dance. The floor was covered with sawdust and a large, turning, glistening light hung from the middle of the oiling.
The flashing light splashed about the moving couples dancing to the loud, harsh music of "Shallow Grave."
Over the din of noise, Laura screamed into Kim's ear, "That's Bob's band! They sound so good!"
Kim smiled at her friend wickedly. "I thought you could care less about Bob!"
After the girls checked their coats in the classroom, designated check room for the night's festivities, they returned to the gym ready to boogie.
A cluster of about fifty young people had formed around the makeshift stage at the center of one of the large structure's walls. Kim and Laura managed to wiggle through most of the standing, gyrating teens and were soon standing only ten feet from the stage.
There stood Bob Nelson. He held the microphone stand with one hand and let his other dangle at his side. A shiny, oddly shaped electric guitar hung from his neck. He wasn't playing it. He seemed to be lost in the lyrics on the song he was singing. His harsh, young baritone voice possessed real expression as he belted out the song's pubescent lyrics.
"Vicious! Why don't you swallow razor blades! You must think I'm some kind of gay blade! Ah, honey, you're-so vicious!"
The boy sang like he was possessed. Laura recoiled. The boy who had spoken so softly on the phone to her only hours before looked positively satanic standing in the middle of that stage. And the song he sang! It was so.. . weird!
"Wow!" yelled Kim. "They are out of sight!" She began to move from side to side snapping her fingers.
Laura was equally impressed. But in a different way. Bob really had a secret way about him. The boy was an artist! And could he sing. She could have sworn that he stared right at her during part of the song. And when he started to play the guitar hanging at his waist, dear Laura almost came in her pants. The notes he played were so sharp, loud and pained. They seemed to tell her all about this boy she had such a secret crush on.
He wore very tight jeans and a tailored, black tee shirt. His hair wasn't long but it seemed to cover his head with a casual, hip stylishness.
Laura stood there mesmerized for the entire length of the band's set. Each song seemed better than the one before it. And Bob's singing seemed to grow in power and communicative skill with each word. When they had finished, Laura felt like she had known Bob intimately for a long time. In reality however, she had never even spoken to the boy. She had only seen him for the first time a month or so earlier, too. It was a strange feeling she felt for that boy. It seemed to emanate from deep within her crotch. She felt her legs open involuntarily as the Disco music filled the gym and he jumped from the stage.
Laura backed away from him. He was surrounded by about ten people. It was like he was a star. Bob turned from them all wiped his face one more time with the wet towel he held and then threw it back up on the stage. The rest of his band had disappeared, either downstairs to relax or among their many friends who had come to hear them play.
Bob stood on his tip toes and looked around the gym. He was sure that he had spotted Laura while he was singing. He began to move around the large, open structure looking for her.
Laura had started dancing with some boy.
She knew him from one of her classes and he seemed nice even though she had concluded him to be a "drip" sometime before that evening.
At the end of the repetitive song, Laura walked towards the place she had left Kim before she had started to dance. But Kim had started dancing too and hadn't stopped. Laura craned her neck to see where her friend was. She didn't see who was standing next to her.
"Hi!" said Bob positively. "Enjoying yourself?" He seemed so sure of what he wanted. It excited Laura.
"Oh!" she said in surprise. "Hello." She was trying desperately to be cool and distant. Yet at the same time she hungered for the boy's companionship.
"Whew," said Bob as he wiped his head. He was exhausted. Rock and Roll took a heavy toll, despite his youth and energy. "It's hot as hell in here! Do you wanna take a walk outside for some air?"
Laura looked around the gym for Kim. "I'm here with Kim. I don't want...."
Bob didn't let her finished with her flimsy excuse. He took her arm with his and turned towards the side door. "Don't worry about Kim. She's a big girl."
Laura went along quietly. Bob seemed able to help make her mind up for her. She needed it. Whenever he was around she wasn't sure about anything.
It was a chilly night. The Fall was definitely in full swing. Yet, it wasn't too cold for a walk. Bob seemed to know where he was going. He led Laura to the far end of the parking lot behind the gym. Beneath a large tree planted just behind the chicken wire fence that surrounded the lot his van rested. It was empty of the equipment it normally carried. The amps and speakers that powered his band sat quietly on the makeshift back in gym.
With a firm tug, he opened the back of the van. Inside rested a few old thin mattresses. Laura became uneasy when she saw them. Bob sensed her reluctance to get into the van.
"We use them to rest our equipment on. The stuff is pretty delicate. The streets got some pretty big holes in them. We don't want to ruin our stuff. You understand?
Laura said nothing. She looked over her shoulder towards the gym. She was safe there. Kim was probably still dancing. She wanted to go back.
"Come on," said Bob firmly. We'll sit awhile. I got to be back on stage in half an hour." He jumped into the van and started to pull Laura in after him. "Don't worry!"
As soon as she was in, he pulled the door shut and pushed the latch up to the lock position. Then he crawled up to the front of the vehicle and scrambled into the driver's seat. Laura didn't know what to expect next.
But turned on the engine and the heater. Immediately Laura could feel the fan beyond the dashboard begin to blow warm air towards where she rested in the back of the van. She spied a glowing blue light under the dash. It was a tape deck. Bob reached over, opened the glove compartment and pulled out a tape.
As soon as he inserted it into the deck the van filled with the relaxing sound of acoustic guitars. She knew the melody they played but couldn't quite remember its name.
Seconds later, Bob was seating beside her. He spoke to her softly.
"That's our band. Do you believe it? we can get pretty mellow sometimes, can't we?"
He moved closer towards her. She felt like jumping up and out of the van. The scene had suddenly become too intimate for her sixteen years.
"Eh, yeah. You sure can get pretty.. .mellow."
Bot laughed softly. He knew how nervous Laura was. He tried to calm her down some.
"Hey! Relax. I'm not some mad brained bear. Take it easy."
She felt his arm slide around her shoulder. The leather from his jacket made a creasing sound as he moved. She could smell the perspiration from his chest and armpits. He had worked very hard on that stage.
She felt herself begin to relax. The core of her being was still very uptight though. She was thawing from the outside in. She would be completely at ease in just a few moments. She couldn't wait to be able to relax completely with Bob.
He began to kiss her neck. A rush of fear and excitement flooded her young, shaking body. Would tonight be that night?
He crossed his other arm over her chest and gently forced her down to the comfort of the thin mattresses. It was warm and dark inside Bob's van. The music of his band played softly from the speaker he had hooked up to the back of the van.
She' felt her resistance wilting. He was everything she wanted in a boy. She was his.
He kissed her on the mouth. His mouth opened immediately and forced its way into hers. Soon the red tips of both of their tongues flecked and caressed each other in a tender passion.
Laura felt a wealth of desire rise up within herself. She wanted their boy badly. She wanted his love and his body. She would give hers to him.
He rolled his lean, muscular body atop of hers. She closed her arms around his back and under his jacket when she began to feel his hard prick rub against the soft fabric of her black slacks. It felt strong and hard.
Bob suddenly pulled away from her and took off his jacket. She could see the firm, tight muscles of his forearm as he leaned over her. He looked her squarely in the eye and began to ease his hand under the delicate, silk fabric of her blouse. She offered him little resistance. His exploring hand soon found her tight, laced bra. She thrilled when he squeezed at the flesh of her large tits. A small bolt of pain shot through her body when he closed his fingers on her nipple. It was red and hard but it still hurt when he squeezed it. He was so strong.
Her hands closed around the elbow of his arm in a symbolic act of approval. He didn't need it though. He knew that Laura was ready.
He opened the knotted front of her blouse and rubbed her stomach softly. Her body heaved under his touch. His hand then opened the small clasp of her slacks. She felt a soft wave of air swirl down into her crotch. She was opening up to him.
His arm then slid behind her back and unsnapped the small hook that bound her two large tits closely together. As the fabric fell away from her chest Laura exhaled deeply. Her breasts stood nakedly in the soft moonlight that entered the van from the small uncurtained portion of the van's back window. He knelt at her side and squeezed her tits with one hand and slid his other down towards her churning pussy.
She felt her body growing hot. Her buttocks began to move on the soft mattress. She was reading herself for the real thing this time.
"Ahhh!" She moaned softly the instant Bob's fingers touched upon the outer skin of her now quivering cunt. He dipped them into her.
"Ohhh!" she groaned pulling her lover down to her.
But his work was far from done. He began to move swiftly. He spoke softly as he worked.
"Laura, your body is beautiful. I've had such a strong feeling for you from the first moment I looked at you. I want you to be mine."
As he spoke the tender words, he unzipped her black slacks and pull them from her long, panty-hosed legs. He then slipped her open toe stacked heels from her small feet.
Her hips, pussy and legs shined from the silver tinting in the hose. It made the hot rod burning in Bob's pants scream in silent agony. It wanted out of its binds and into Laura's soft, wet, warm pussy. It lusted for her body. Bob began to work faster. His burning prick drove him on.
Instinctively, Laura's hands reached for the top of Bob's pants. He wasn't ready for that yet, despite the silent secret pleas of his joint and the clutching hands of his hot little virgin.
He moved around to her legs quietly and with a full flowing motion pulled her pantyhose away from her young pussy, long creamy legs and lean, trim ankles. The light, sheer fabric flashed in the moonlight as Bob crumbled it in a ball and dropped it beside him.
He knelt down to Laura and lifted her from the thin, red lined mattress. With a series of movements her blouse and bra found their own place next to her pantyhose. She was completely naked now and breathed deeply. Her crotch invited him for a reward for his labor.
He stood up suddenly and with his back stooped over he pulled down his pants. His white briefs were lowered next and his ten inch prick popped out into the van's darkness. Quickly, he pulled his shirt over his head and lay down next to Laura.
The young, naked couple kissed and fondled each other's bodies with a growing passion. For Laura it was a dream come true. Never had she thought what was happening would happen. Never had she thought she would be so willing. It all happened so quickly, it was like a dream.
But the hot, rock hard prick she clutched in her hand was very real. It throbbed with life. She could feel its power and thickness. She wanted it in her hole. She wanted it in her mouth. She wanted that prick desperately. It was so hot and strong!
For Bob the night was going great. He had been hot for Laura ever since he had spied her round, high, full butt swaying down the hall of Fairfield High. The little cunt really got his prick red hot.
They kissed wildly as Laura began to whack off the thick, huge prick in her hand. Bob's own hand was busy ramming into her open, soaked cunt. It was wet and sticky. He wanted to eat out her little bush. He wanted to stick his tongue and prick far up her hole at the same instant. It was more than he could stand.
Suddenly, his breaths became fevered and short. Laura pulled at his prick fiercely. He began to come. His body wilted as her fist and wrist was covered with his white creamy liquid. She continued to pump his prick as he came. She kissed him wildly as the hot clots of sticky semen gushed forth silently from his throbbing prick.
He pulled his mouth away from her and humped as he came. A spurt of saliva issued forth from his mouth and covered her neck. She grit her teeth and continued to squeeze his coming boner. The hot creamy liquid covering her hands thrilled her. She was still a virgin and was able to get the man of her dreams off better than anyone else ever!
He turned and fell to her side. With his back propped up against the inside of the van he began to talk.
"You know what you have done, don't you? Ha, ha!"
Laura had already pulled her hanky from the front pocket of her crumbled up black slacks. His hot scum was sticky and smelled very salty, she peered at him through the darkness.
"Did you like that, Bob? You don't like me any less for it, do you?"
Bob looked at her naked body. In the darkness he could make out the full sized beauty of her breasts. He wanted to suck them. He wanted to stick his prick between them and whack himself off with their tender flesh. His eyes moved down her frame. He could see how her body and chest tapered down to her tiny waist. He believed that if he clasped his hands around it, his fingers would touch.
The golden brown hair of the pussy he had just fingered glistened in the moonlight from her own pre-come juice. He wanted to ram his prick into her. It was hard again and its full ten inches throbbed in the darkness. He pulled Laura to him.