Chapter 8
Laura woke with a start. Quickly, her young mind gathered her thoughts. It was Saturday. She knew that she didn't have to go to school. Her tensed body relaxed somewhat upon that realization.
She lifted her tired head from her pillow and peered at the small black hands of her radio alarm clock.
"Eleven o'clock?" she asked herself. She was quite surprised at herself. Normally, she would waken at eight and be about her current interest by that time. But she had slept late. She then thought of her mother. Laura knew that she would let her sleep the whole day if she wanted to. She knew how her mother worried about her running about all the time. She's always telling her to slow down and relax. Laura was so "impatient for things."
The teen rolled over onto her back and pulled her covers up to her chin. The thought of how cold it had been on the previous night sent a shiver through her. Her sleepy eyes concentrated on a small piece of cracked plaster on the ceiling. She had watched it for several months develop from a small buckle, to a tiny opening and finally a full crack. She had never told her father about it. It didn't seem worth it. It was her private secret that maintained itself by the very unimportance of its nature.
Her sleepy stare was broken by the sound of her mother's voice. She called out to her from downstairs.
"Laura? ae you up?" The voice grew nearer. Her bedroom door opened.
Mrs. Drew approached her daughter's bed. "Honey? Are you awake?"
Laura turned her eyes towards her mother. She stretched her arms above her head and stretched.
"Ugh," she yawned. "What's going on?"
"You have a phone call. It's long distance."
Laura pulled herself up by her elbows. "Long distance? Who is it?"
"It's a boy by the name of Bob Nelson," her mother replied as she sat down at the edge of her daughter's bed. "He says he knows you from school." She sounded concerned. "You never mentioned a boy by that name. Tell me about him. Did he go away with his folks for the weekend or something?"
Mrs. Drew began to stroke her daughter's beautiful hair. "I bet he's got a mad crush on you. How could any boy resist my daughter?"
Laura jumped from the bed. Grabbing her robe she spoke excitedly.
"He's still on, isn't he?" She dashed out of the room, down the stairs and into the kitchen.
The receiver was off the hook and resting on the large, round kitchen table. She picked it up, brushed her hair away from the side of her head and brought the apparatus to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey honey! It's me, Bob! Listen. We had some trouble with our equipment and we had to cut short our road trip. Some rock stars we are, eh? Well, like we are leaving this bring down beach town we've been playing in. like the van is all packed and we gotta gas up and then well be on our way back to Fairfield. It's gonna take a full day to drive back. We'll get home sometime tomorrow morning. I'd really like to see you. I mean, I've been thinking about you and me, ya know? Meet me at the garage tomorrow morning. There's a key to the lock right under the old milk box on the ground next to it. Okay?"
Laura was angry. Bob had left without telling her a word. He had full intentions of staying away for more than a few weeks and had the nerve to give her a dildo to fuck herself with when he wasn't around to do it. Now he was calling her to have her meet him at his convenience!
"Dig yourself a 'Shallow Grave' and drop dead in it, you creep!" She slammed down the receiver and stormed back up to her room. Her mother didn't see her. She was too busy making the bed in her, and her husband's room.
Laura was fuming. She jumped back into her bed and sat up against its headboard. With her arms folded in front of her she spat out words of teenage hate.
"That bastard! Who does he think he is? Me go to meet him? That stupid bastard? Him and his fucking band. He thinks he's a rock star and I'm his number one fan. Huh!"
Slowly, her anger began to cool. Her back began to slip downwardly and she was soon resting quietly under her warm covers. She had drawn some strong conclusions about Bob Nelson the previous night. He was not so special. He was just "a guy." She could get all the hot, raw fucking she wanted from who she wanted. It just depended upon her. She had manipulated Jim Williams into a secret bout of lurid love-making. There was no reason why she couldn't do the same with any other guy she might imagine.
But Bob's words clawed at her. His audacity, egotism and brash manner filled her with rage. He rested the side of her head on her pillow. The bright light of midday streamed into her bedroom, she could see the almost naked branches of the trees on the other side of her window. "O Henry's" short story, 'The Last Leaf" came to her mind. It was so tender and romantic. The story's character was quite sick and was sure she would die when the last leaf fell from the tree near her window. An old artist had sneaked up to her window on a dark and stormy night and somehow managed to paint a perfect-likeness of a leaf on the outside of her window. She went on to recover but the artist died from the sickness he had contracted during the storm. Laura remembered how the story had brought a tear to her eye. She could feel nothing now. Her slutty yen for raw sex had made her very cynical about love and tenderness.
"If he calls back!" she said to herself. "I...I'll...."
Dear Laura was beside herself. She didn't know what to think. It was like she had two people inside of her. One wanted to ball every attractive guy around and the other wanted to fuck only Bob. She didn't know what to do. If he did call back and give her the same confident rap she'd have to make up her mind. It would be real test in her ability to make a decision. She tried to convince herself that she would turn him off immediately but she knew that deep inside her was a craving for Bob, and only Bob. Friday night's thoughts about Bob were drenched in the dulling bliss of sexual indulgence. Her couplings with Jim seemed to be ancient history now. Her body felt fresh and clean.
"If he calls back!" she repeated to herself with false ferocity. She had no idea of what she was going to say. She began to doze. As she drifted off in a light sleep, she thought of his prick. It had been so hard!
She woke about thirty minutes later to the realization that she was very near an orgasm from an act of sleeping masturbation. Her mind raced as her fingers moved in and out of her pussy in sexual urgency. She grit her teeth and threw her head back on the pillow. The muscles of her neck tensed and her breathing became the pantings of a climaxing bitch. She began to give short heated groans as her fingers worked furiously at her crotch. When she came her body relaxed and she felt the warm waves of pleasure rush through her. She loved to come. After a few long minutes of blissful repose, she rose from her bed, pulled her bathrobe close to her body and walked to the bathroom. She showered and dressed and soon found herself seating alone at the kitchen table. Before her sat a steaming cup of black coffee. The orange juice in the refrigerator was bypassed for the large jar of instant coffee. She sat back in the heavy wooden chair and stared lazily out of the room's window. The tree that her father had planted for her when she was three years old looked different. It was still green alright, but it seemed to be suffering from some kind of blight. Its coloration was fading and its leaves seemed to possess less vibrancy.
"Mother!" she called out. Her mother was doing some sewing in the dining room. She always set up the machine on its large, sturdy table.
"Yes?" she called back to her daughter without looking up from her work.
"There's something wrong with my tree. It looks sick. When will Daddy be home?"
"Oh, he's out with a client," she answered. "He won't be home till late this afternoon. What's the matter with it?"
Laura had gotten up from her seat now and was looking at the tree carefully. She touched the window that separated her from it. It was quite cold outside.
"I don't know. It just looks sick. Maybe Daddy can do something."
She turned from the window and listlessly walked from the room into the hallway. "I'm going to call Kim," she said as she passed her busy mother.
"Uh huh," her mother replied. She was having difficulty getting some heavy material under the drilling needle of the sewing machine.
Laura sat down at the chair next to the phone and dialed her best friend's number.
"Kim?" she asked when she heard a familiar voice pick up the receiver. "It's me. Laura."
After a few minutes of typical teenaged conversation, Laura got down to business.
Bob Nelson called me a little while ago. He's coming home tomorrow. He said that he had some trouble with his equipment. He wants me to meet him at his garage tomorrow morning. You know the place. I told you about it. It's where his band practices."
Laura was looking for guidance. She was careful with the tone of voice she used, she wanted an uninfluenced opinion from her friend. She just presented the facts and waited. It didn't take long. She just presented the facts and waited. It didn't take long.
"That creep! He wants you to go to that place. How does he expect you to get there. Fly? You're not going, are you?"
"I don't know. What do you think?" the slut asked the virgin.
Kim started and went on and on and on. Bob was such a "drip." Sure he thought he was so cool. So did a lot of other people at Fairfield. But not her. Laura wondered why her friend was so passionate in her feelings. She attributed it to their strong friendship.
When Bob Nelson had finally worn out as a topic of conversation, the girls planned an evening together. Laura would walk over to her house and Kim's father would drive them both to "The Webster," Fairfield's only movie, theatre. Laura thought how it would be meeting Mr. Williams again. She decided to dress as plainly as possible that evening. It would give support to the sober air she intended on having when she arrived at her friend's house.
There was no need for her concern or plan, however. When Laura got to Kim's house she discovered that Jim wasn't even there. Kim and her mother explained that he had to take an unexpected, business trip to New York City. He would be gone for a few days. Laura noticed an uneasiness in the forced manner Kim and her mother used in explaining Jim's absence. She wondered if it had anything to do with his drinking. Maybe he had decided that he had had it with his family man life style for awhile. It didn't really matter much to her.
Mrs. Williams drove the girls to the theatre, the movie, touted by mutual friends as "great," turned out to be a crushing bore. The only part that interested Laura at all was an unusually explicit sex scene. Flashes of a young woman's breasts and buttocks aroused horny Laura. Kim reacted quite differently. She began to giggle and squirm about in her seat.
"Is that the way Bob did it to you, Laura? Is it?"
Laura just gave her friend an exasperated stare and returned her eyes to the film.
When Mrs. Williams dropped Laura off at the end of the evening her mind returned to the proposition Bob had made to her. He would be there regardless of what she had said to him. She thought that maybe his offer hadn't been so outrageous after all. He was driving from quite a distance away and would be very tired. He just wanted to see her, that was all.
She tossed and turned in her bed that night. Her sleep was uneasy and disturbed. She would waken from time to time and look to the small black hands on the illuminated dial of her clock radio. The night seemed to go so slow. When she passed off into fretful sleep her dreams were riddled with images of Bob's huge, throbbing prick. She saw herself running across a strange, parched landscape. The flatness of the land was sporadically broken by large tree like structures. They were branchless and quite weird. She panted as she ran. It seemed as if something was closing in on her. She looked over her shoulder to look for some kind of ominous beast. But there was nothing there.
Suddenly, she crashed right into one of the strange structures. Her wagging arms hugged it. She looked up and realized what it was. It was a huge penis throbbing with urgent, sexual life!
"Oh!" she shouted. Her voice was muffled. She woke and looked around the darkened room. A tree branch, fueled by a howling wind hit at her bedroom window. She felt her face. Her cheeks were puffed and her lips were wet.
"Five-thirty," She whispered, noticing the time.
She flopped her body back onto the bed but she knew it was no use.
"I can't sleep," she admitted slowly to herself. She sat up and rested her feet on the side of the bed. The floor was cold. She lifted her knees and rested her feet on the warm mattress. Her arms closed around her legs.
She rested her chin on her knees. "Shit!" she said in private anguish.
She felt herself being sucked into a whirlpool of her own desires. She knew that Bob would be rolling into Fairfield right about that time. She could meet him at the garage. Her parents wouldn't hear her sneak out.
She dressed silently in the darkness of her room. It wasn't hard. Her clothes were exactly where she had left them. As her fingers wandered over her dresser for her hairbrush and pocketbook, she felt the strength of her fatigue. She was very tired but she just had to go and meet Bob.
She carried her boots downstairs along with her leather coat. She had also picked up the cut glass necklace she had worn the previous Friday night.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs safely, she completed her dressing. Before she pulled the leather coat on she fastened her necklace around her neck and over her turtle neck sweater. It felt very hip wearing the necklace in so unorthodox a manner on so unorthodox a journey.
When she opened the front door and stepped out into the steely gray morning, the only sounds she heard were made by the milk truck lumbering down the block. Laura pulled up the collar on her coat and walked into the biting, Fall wind.
As soon as she had reached the highway bypass leading to the lair of "Shallow Grave," She began to hitch. She walked carefully along the edge of the blacktop highway. The twilight of the day's dawning, in addition the her own fatigue, made keeping from falling into the gully that lined the road a difficult job.
A shiny, late model pickup truck suddenly appeared at the crest of the hill. Laura collected her waning strength and stood up straight. As the pickup drew closer, she realized that it was the same one that had picked her up the previous Friday night. She tried to remember the driver's name. He was in many of her classes at Fairfield.
The truck stopped next to her. She opened its high passenger side door and climbed in.
"You're really into hitching, ain't ya?" her driver asked. "Where to this time?"
Laura was immediately bored with this fellow. He was really into himself and felt like he was in control of the situation. She let him play out his game until they reached the dirt road that would lead Laura to the old garage that hid behind a dilapidated, old country mansion.
"Here?" he asked in surprise. "You going to meet someone here?"
"Yes," Laura said sleepily as she got out of the truck. 'Thanks."
The truck roared off as she hurriedly walked down the dirt road. As soon as she got behind the house, she spotted Bob's van.
"He's here!" she said to herself.
The large lock hung loosely from one of the garage side doors. She pulled the large door open just far enough for her to slide her body through.
"Shallow Grave's" guitars and amplifiers were lined up in the same order she had seen them in just one week earlier. The equipment had traveled a lot of miles in a short span of time, yet it just sat there as if it hadn't been touched since she had seen it last.
The ladder leading to the loft was right in front of her now. Slowly, she started to pull her young, hungry body up it. When she reached the top her eyes strained as they tried to make out the shape huddled up in one of the several, colorful, quilted blankets that lined the hard wooden floor of the loft. She crawled over to it. It was Bob and he was alone.
"Bob," she whispered. "It's me. Laura. You asked me to come this morning."
Laura felt the now familiar warmth of desire begin to rise from her crotch. Bob's eyes fluttered and finally opened.
"Laura! You came. Outa sight!"
She snugged up to him excitedly. Thoughts of how she was going to put him down were far removed from her mind. All she could think of was the hot, thick prick growing in his briefs.
She slid under the covers with him and rubbed her hands across his naked back and chest. His flesh was so hard and warm. Bob suddenly grabbed one of her wrists and moved it down to the large bulge in his briefs. Laura's hand worked its way around the white, stretching cotton fabric and squeezed his hot boner.
"Oh, Bob! Why did you leave me the way you did. I thought I'd go crazy."
He didn't say a word. His mouth was too busy kissing her neck. She began to pump his prick harder and harder.
"Suck me off," Bob whispered into her ear.
That was all she needed to hear. In a flash, her head was covered beneath the red patched quilt and she had his hard boner in her mouth. It felt wonderful. Her tongue flecked at his come slit while her lips massaged the massive thickness of his boner. She would never admit, even to herself, that Jim William's prick had been bigger than Bob's as she sucked. It didn't matter however. This was the moment she had longed for since the moment Kim had told her Bob had left Fairfield. All of her teenage conflicts had been resolved. Bob's prick was like a magic potion. She sucked on in ecstatic happiness.
"Ah, Laura baby!" Bob moaned. "Suck it until it explodes in your mouth! Ahhhhh!"
And suck she did. Her head bobbed up and down beneath the quilt as Bob's prick moved as far into her mouth as it could and then almost completely out. She began to kiss its hard, purple veined sides. She licked it like a lollipop while she cupped his balls in her hands.
"Suck my balls, bitch!" Bob was getting hot as hell.
Laura rested the top of her head on the floor while Bob knelt up and pulled his briefs down over his knees. Her tongue moved from side to side as her eyes bulged upon seeing Bob's balls being slowly lowered into her gaping mouth.
She closed her mouth around his sac and began to give it a gentle massage. She could feel his balls begin to swell in her mouth. She knew that hot, delicious come was being boiled within them. She also knew that she would taste it soon. Her mouth watered as she sucked his balls.
Instinctively, she began to finger herself. It was difficult since she had on tight jeans. Bob suddenly grew impatient and angry with her. She had to get naked.
"Open your mouth, bitch!"
She obeyed without question. When she did, Bob lifted his balls from her mouth and told her to stand up and take off her clothes.
When she was completely naked, Bob grabbed her, pulled her down and bit her ass.
"I love your fucking ass bitch! It's so fucking round and high!"
Sweet Laura loved it all. She squealed like a child as Bob sunk his teeth into her soft buttocks.
"Get on your knees, slut!" Bob ordered. "I'm going to fuck you dog style!"
Laura did what she was told. She was ready for him this time. Without question she pulled open her sweet buttocks.
She heard Bob scrambling around behind her. The next second she felt a cool creamy substance being applied to her anal flower.
"You ass hole is bigger than it was, sweet bitch! You'll love it this time!"
The vaseline covered her ass hole. Laura grit her teeth and prepared for Bob's prick. She felt it nestling at her back door.
"Ahhhhh!" she moaned as he slammed his prick into her ass-hole. The entire ten inch length of his boner slid into her hole.
"You've been ass fucking yourself with that dildo I gave you, bitch! Your hole is too big not to have been!"
Laura couldn't talk. For the first time she felt sweet wells of pleasure rise up from the point of Bob's anal entry. He was right about everything. Bob knew everything.
"Ahhh! Please! Ass fuck me harder and harder!"
Bob rammed his prick into her hole with relentless fury. It moved in and out of her with well timed fury and power. The sides of her hole were able for the first time to handle the size of his prick. The pink inner flesh stretched when he forced his boner into her. She would take a deep breath every time he did. But the act did not overwhelm her as it did before. She was loving every second of it.
"Your cock is so big!" she moaned with lustful abandon. "Give me more!"
"I'll give you more and more, bitch. Plus this!"
Bob gave a furious hump and at that second reached orgasm.
"Ohhhh!" Laura moaned as his come seared her tender insides. "Come in my hole," was all she could say.
Bob came and came. His come was hot and thick. She could tell the difference between his and Jim's. Bob's was so much better. Its thickness and high temperature made her writhe in ecstasy. Never in her young life had she been as happy as she was at that moment. Her eyes were shut and saliva dribbled from her mouth. She was an ass fucked bitch and she loved it.
Her necklace was the only thing she wore. It glistened in the darkness as she humped hungrily at Bob's prick. It was a strangely elegant element in a scene dedicated to hot, animalistic sex.
When Bob had finished shooting his hot come into her ass hole, he pulled his flaccid dick from her. He rested on his back while Laura cuddled next to him.
"Oh, Bob! I love you! I'll do anything ye want me to! Anything!"
"Okay, honey," he replied. "Finish off that blow job you started a couple of minutes ago."
Laura was only too happy to please the man of her dreams. Her head disappeared beneath the quilt once again and she gobbled on his prick until it shot off in her sucking, blowing, slurping, adoring mouth. Her fingers were cupped right beneath her full mouth so as not to lose any of his delicious come. When she had swallowed all of it, her come soaked tongue licked off the residue that had gathered on her fingers.
She cuddled up to Bob again.
Suddenly, he pushed her away from him.
"You disgusting, come sucking bitch! All you want is a cock to suck and fuck! Love? All you love is getting off, you slutty cunt!".
"But Bob?" she replied with tears in her eyes. "When you called me yesterday and told me that you wanted to meet me I thought that you...."
Bob cut off her words. "That I wanted you? Well, you're right there. But not just for me, honey."
"What do you mean, 'not just for me?' "
" 'Shallow Grave' is still up in that beach town I told you about. We didn't have any trouble with our equipment like I told you we did. What we did have trouble with though was chicks. like I came back here to get you for me and the rest of the band. I knew you'd be here no matter what you said on the phone yesterday. I knew what a horny bitch you were the moment I laid eyes on you."
Bob paused for a minute. Laura had her head down and was weeping quietly.
"We're leaving here now. You and me. You'll gang bang every guy in the group and love it. You'll eat out their ass holes and lap their balls. You'll do it all because that's what you really want. You can't get enough bitch, and you know it. C'mon. Let's get dressed."
Laura didn't move. She wept there in her nakedness. Everything Bob said was true. She had to accept it. It was what she really wanted, after all. Her cunt yearned for cock. Her mouth yearned for cock. Her ass yearned for cock. She knew that now and had to be honest with herself.
Slowly, she rose to her feet and dressed. It was easier to move around in the loft now. The day had broken at last.
In the next few weeks, Laura changed her old bookworm inclinations and became the personal groupie of "Shallow Grave". If she thought the demands of Bob Nelson's cock were incredible, the band did everything in its power to release their fervid desires. There were some days when she could hardly walk!
What it usually boiled down to was a frantic fucking session between acts. Bob would come into the locker room, or the badly lit dressing area of some two-bit night club, and immediately Laura would strip. Bob fucked the daylights out of her. Despite the road weariness of the unknown rock and roll star, he was still a devilish and totally energetic stud in bed.
Sometimes Laura would just take his stiff cock in her mouth and lavish it with her tongue. At other times, Bob and Laura would get in the sixty-nine position and eat each other until they were practically out of their minds. Then, one of the other band members would come in, Bob would go out for a smoke, and Laura would do everything in her power to make whatever musician feel rejuvenated.
One night in Pennsylvania, she sucked off the entire road crew, was ass-fucked by Turk, the bass player, and still had time to fuck Bob before the next set. She must have done a good job, because he fell out of tune several times. The crowd didn't know the reason. The band had been so tight before intermission. Laura had something and everything to do with it!
Laura never made it to the library any more. Gone were the days of Coleridge, Keats and Lamb. She was an eminently fuckable groupie now. Her cunt existed only for the "Shallow Grave" members. Kim was weirded out completely. She heard her father moaning on the couch one night when she came home. He was drunk and desperately trying to whack himself off to the tune of one Laura Drew. When Kim heard that name escape from his lips, she tried to slap her father silly. She got a fist in the mouth from the drunk dad for all her trouble.
Kim and Laura didn't speak any more after that. And Laura moved in with the band. The whole town talked about the nice, bookish girl who got a taste of the rock and roll road life. Laura was no tease, she delivered!