Chapter 2
They sat in a booth in Stetson's diner and listened to the loud music coming from the jukebox. It had been a full five minutes since Terry had informed Joan of the letter from the army. Her smile had dropped from her face and at first she looked hurt, but now her blue eyes were flat and when Terry looked into them, he couldn't see any reflection. He sipped his coffee and pressed his lips together as if it had been a bitter medicine.
"Aren't you going to say something?"
Joan gazed dreamily at him and a deep sigh shook her firm breasts. A million thoughts raced through her head. She didn't know anything about the army, that wasn't it. Curiously, she blamed Terry for the affair, as if it was a voluntary thing that he was about to do.
As she looked at his smooth face, finely curved mouth set firmly, and his nose, a bit too long, but perfect as it jutted out between his dark eyes, she remembered the touch of his hands on her body, the feel of his cock inside of her, in her mouth and her lips felt dry.
Her pointed tongue slid across her lips and they regained the shine that Terry loved to look at. She squirmed as he smiled. The smooth surface of her seat made her flesh tingle as she moved and she lit a cigarette and blew the smoke hard and watched the thin gray stream disappear.
"What am I going to do?" she asked quietly.
"What can you do? Go back to school and I'll write as soon as I can."
Joan shook her head furiously. "I can't go through with it, Terry. I won't go back there, not now."
"Look," he said, taking her hand in his. "What good will hanging around here do? Brooding never helped anyone. Besides, it won't be long before I'll be getting passes. And the camp is only fifty miles from here."
"Sure, fifty miles could be fifty thousand.
You won't be able to get up to the school. It's a two day bus ride from here."
Terry was beginning to get impatient. He didn't want to talk about it anymore. As far as he was concerned, there wasn't anything he could do about it; the lawyer assured him of that. So he had decided to go like a lamb and sit it out, take things as they came and forget about Joan. He wanted to take her out of this place now, go over to his room and have one last go at her.
"How about a drink? This stuff is killing me," he said, pointing to the coffee.
"All right. Maybe it would do my nerves some good."
The air was cool as they drove to Terry's apartment, but Joan didn't close her window. She wanted to feel the breeze on her face and the comforting sound rushing past her ears. It obliterated all of her thoughts and she concentrated on the night, the dark shadows whizzing past, trees and fences, the neat little houses resting quietly along the road.
Music played softly on the radio and Joan was only vaguely aware of the voice cooing about a lost love. Terry frowned and twisted the dial. He knew that Joan would burst into tears sooner or later and he hoped it would be later, much later when he had what he wanted.
He glanced sideways every few seconds and watched her body as it rested in the seat beside him. Her breasts were partially hidden by her thin coat, but the hem was well up over her knees.
He slid his hand across and rested it on her exposed leg and she covered it with her slim fingers. His hand rested gently under hers until she tightened her grip and slid his fingers up under her skirt and he felt the silky fabric of her panties. They were cool to the touch until his hand reached the crotch. There it was warm, then hot and soon after he cupped his hand under, the material became damp.
He slid his hand back and forth slowly, teasingly, sensing the hard lip of her cunt and her legs tightened around him, squeezing his fingers.
Joan gazed out the window for a few moments, but as Terry's hand moved under her, she threw her head back onto the seat and closed her eyes. She let the excitement of his fingers wash over her. Her body was getting hot and the cool breeze was not enough to chill the burning fire in her legs.
Terry parked the car in the usual place and they walked silently, his arms hugging her close to him, and breathed the fresh air. The houses along the street seemed uncommonly dark and it wasn't until they reached Terry's apartment that they were aware of life around them.
A man and a woman walked in the opposite direction and cars moved up and down the wide avenue. Joan saw all the neon lights of the diners and restaurants and a strange feeling came over her. It was as if they were in the center of a carnival.
"Strange, isn't it?" she remarked as Terry unlocked his door. "What's strange?"
"This whole thing. Yesterday we were happy and today-"
"Come on in," he said curtly, and turned the light on.
They sat on the sofa and clinked glasses, and Joan gulped the warm whiskey. It burned her throat and she coughed.
"Water?" Terry asked.
She nodded and watched him as he walked across the room. His body was tall and lean and she loved to watch him walk with his slight strut, as if everything his feet touched was conquered, belonged to him and she smiled to herself. She belonged, too. Joan knew that she had to have him all the time. He was her narcotic. She had to feel him against her, on top of her, inside of her body, if she was going to live, to be happy.
Terry brought a glass of water and sat close to her again. His arms wound around her waist and he pulled her to him. His lips pressed hard on her mouth, smothered her breath and then his hands were exploring her breasts again. She felt them swell against the prison of her bra and the thrill of his fingers, brushing her taut nipples, sent shivers through her body.
Terry was all hands then as she strained against him. He touched her stomach under her sweater, slid upward, and his fingertips followed the bottom edge of her bra until they located the two hooks at the back. Her breasts stood out against his eager hands, groping over her flesh. She was on fire, her cheeks burned and her mouth was thick with sweet saliva.
Her own hands searched across his chest, feeling his smooth skin and then down to his pants and the cool rough fabric protecting the hard lump. He opened his zipper and her hand slipped into the darkness, found his hard cock in the moist heat between his legs, and pulled it free.
It stood tall and pink in the bright light and she covered its shiny head with her slim fingers, teased the nerve with the smooth flesh of her palm, then ran her fingernails gently along the hard muscle.
Terry moaned and his head fell onto her shoulders, his lips moving over the burning flesh of her neck while his fingers pinched her nipples. He pulled at the lower hem of her sweater, and she released his prick as the wool passed over her head. Then he slowly pulled her arms from the loose white bra.
Terry glared at her smooth white breasts as they stood finely pointed with coral nipples. She was so beautiful, he thought, so perfect, and his head screamed with wanting her.
Joan stood up and dropped her skirt to the floor, slid her panties down over her knees, and her breasts hung forward then stood up again. She knelt beside Terry and took his throbbing cock in both hands, caressed it softly, then kissed its head.
Terry leaned forward and took her head in his hands and kissed her as she moved closer. Her breasts touched the burning head of his cock and he shuddered.
Joan wanted his prick all over her body, inside of her and at the same time caressing her breasts and lips. Her nipples were rigid as she rubbed the thick cock across them, pressed it hard, trying to hurt herself with his velvety flesh. The touch of his cock on her breasts didn't satisfy her. She wanted it to rake her flesh, agonize her nipples and burn into her.
Terry took his clothing off now and the two of them stood together for a moment and then Joan dropped to her knees and lay back on the thick rug. Terry looked at her for a moment and watched her breasts, still erect and heaving. Her smooth, flat belly gleamed above the patch of thick hair. Her thighs, round and tense, spread slowly, revealing the small lips of her cunt.
Joan closed her eyes and felt him come to her. He knelt between her legs and kissed her nipples. She took his head in her hands and caressed his hair as his mouth sucked at her breasts.
His tongue whirled around her erect nipples and she felt the hot sparks exploding in her breasts, vibrating through her stomach, then burning in her groin. His mouth moved down over her body, tickled her navel, and rasped across her smooth belly. His head was out of her hands now as it slid away, over the thick tuft of hair.
He nibbled the tender flesh of her thighs, teased the lips of her cunt with the hard tip of his tongue, then forced the pink flesh apart.
His tongue entered her quickly and Joan sucked her breath in hard as it darted in and twisted. She squirmed as his mouth sucked at her and the silky fluids rushed through her. He worked quickly, exploring the inside of her with sharp thrusts and Joan was biting her lips, crushing her breasts with her slender fingers and hunching softly to meet his mouth.
She threw her legs around his back and tensed her muscles, drawing his mouth harder against her throbbing flesh. Terry moved in and out of her until she felt his tongue lash her clitoris. The thrills shivered through her body and she pushed harder against his face until every fiber of her flesh melted together, overflowed inside of her and coated Terry's mouth with creamy fluid.
She gasped as he withdrew his tongue and replaced it with his rigid cock. It slid in as easily as his tongue had and she felt a quick sharp pain, then relaxed as he filled her again with thick, hot flesh.
"Terry," she cried, "please stay inside of me, make me yours."
Terry lunged against her and slid his cock all the way in. She was still very tight and he felt her cunt clinging to him, sucking his cock in each time he pulled. He wanted to drive deep inside of her, deeper than he knew was possible as their bones crushed together and he hammered in and out of her.
He grabbed her breasts and tormented her nipples. They were erect and reddened as he squeezed. Joan was in a frenzy, twisting her head from side to side and moaning each time his long, thick cock pushed up into her, ramming against her clitoris. She opened her mouth and cried out as the flesh of his cock rasped inside of her, pumping furiously.
Terry felt himself coming and he didn't care. He let himself go just as Joan shuddered with the thrill of her own orgasms. They washed together inside of her burning cunt and Terry fell on top of her breasts and mouthed her delicate nipples. She felt herself coming alive again and thrust her legs up, but Terry's cock was shrinking inside of her.
She pulled away abruptly and pushed him up. He sat on his haunches, a startled look on his face that smoothed away as Joan lowered her head onto his gleaming cock. She tasted the sperm on his soft red prick, licked his wet thighs, and then the head of his cock rolled across his crotch and began to rise. It stood curved, rigid, and shiny, and she lowered her mouth again, engulfing the pink head with her plump lips.
She twisted her tongue around the tiny slit and Terry moaned, clutched her waist, kissed her hair and shoulders. His fingers traveled downward, slithering between her buttocks.
The tight, white flesh quivered at his touch and Joan opened her legs, allowing his fingertip to tickle the puckered brown muscle. It was wet with sperm and Terry pushed hard, forcing the muscle to spread and he curled his finger.
Joan sucked harder on his prick. She wanted him to come quickly in her mouth so that she could drink him in, feel her, soothe her throat and mouth with his fiery salve.
Terry pulled his finger out of her ass, clutched her head in his hands and jerked it up and down, sliding her tight lips over the puffed head of his swollen cock. He watched her lips clinging to his flesh and knew what he had to. The thrills as her tongue rasped his nerve drew his body up. He poured into her mouth and she drank the hot liquid greedily, sucking as it came in short spurts, feeling it wash down her throat, tasting the musky fluid.
They sat huddled together for a long while. He toyed with her breasts while she played with his sleeping cock, tickled his balls, and he laughed.
"Easy there, or I'll get hard again."
She smiled and kissed his chest, then squeezed his cock.
"Ouch! What are you trying to do, kill me?"
"Oh Terry," she whispered, "if only we could stay like this forever. I wouldn't need anything, no money, food, just you like this and your prick hard and strong inside of me, driving me crazy with its beautiful head." She leaned over him and kissed his prick. "Couldn't we run away?"
"No," he said, caressing her hair. "The government would be after me and anyway, there's your school."
"Damn the school and everyone else! I want to be with you. I'm happy now and I don't see why I should give you up."
"There are things in life we can't escape," he said.
"I don't mean it that way. Why should we have to give up something as precious as happiness? It isn't fair."
"Joan, darling, I don't run the world. If things were different, I'm sure there would always be unpleasantness somewhere along the line. It's the way life is."
"But things don't have to be this way. If you just didn't go-"
"I'd be caught and put into jail," he said. "Where would that get us?"
"I'm just disgusted," she said, and stood up.
"You're not leaving, are you?" he asked, hopefully.
"No, silly. I wouldn't leave you now. I just want to stretch."
He watched her prance around the room on delicate feet and thought that maybe she was right, maybe they should run away some place and hide. Her breasts bobbed in the light and he could taste her salty flesh on his tongue. She was beautiful and he was a fool to think that she would be here when he got back. Some guy would probably grab her right away.
"Will you visit me at the camp?"
She smiled at him and walked closer until he could smell her body, its musky odor filling his nostrils and he wanted her again.
"As soon as you write me. I'll tell the dean that my mother is sick, or something like that and catch a bus. We could spend a weekend...."
"Or maybe even longer," he said, then wished that he hadn't.
"What do you mean? How could we?"
"Just a silly idea. I thought that maybe you could stay longer than a weekend and-" he stopped and looked thoughtful for a moment. "How crazy. I'm not even gone yet and we are already dreaming up excuses to see each other."
"But you forget. I have to leave in the morning."
She sat close to him again and put her head on his chest. She could hear the steady beat of his heart and it made her aware of how fast her own heart pounded in her chest. She wound her arms around him and squeezed.
"It's all so crazy. You spend a lifetime hoping for love and it's taken away when you find it."
"Ho! Listen to the philosopher. You talk like an old lady instead of a nineteen-year-old girl."
"You know what I mean. You read about it all the time. The trouble that people run into everywhere and how everything seems to work against them and...." She stopped. Her voice cracked and now she sobbed against his strong chest and the tears streamed down her cheeks.
Terry felt her wet cheeks against him and tried to calm her down, smoothed her hair gently and hugged her to him, but it was no use. Her tears gleamed on her face and her body shook with sobs. He would just have to wait until she was finished, cried the bitterness out.
"I'm sorry," he muttered and his words sounded stupid. "It will be okay after we get used to being apart for a while. It won't be forever."
"One minute away from you is forever," she said through her tears.
Terry looked at her "shuddering body and thought, how fragile women are at the wrong times. This whole thing turned out wrong. I wanted a good time and now here she is feeling sorry for herself. Maybe it was a mistake to bring her here. I should have taken her home and picked up Sally or one of the other girls.
"Terry," Joan said quietly, and brushed her hair from her eyes. "Don't you feel the same way as I do? You sound like you're willing to bend with the wind and take whatever people dish out to you."
"Don't talk like that!" he said angrily. "I feel just like you do but I don't think crying will help. Besides, I would look foolish."
"Maybe you're right," she said solemnly.
"C'mon now, let's not waste our time arguing or trying to figure the impossible. Can't we be happy?"
She kissed him hard and he tasted the sweetness of her mouth and felt her hot breath on his lips.
"Yes, oh yes, Terry. That's all I really want," she said, and kissed him again.
Her hands traveled over his body, pinched his nipples, and he felt her firm breasts against him pressing hard, teasing his flesh and she pushed him back. They rolled together on the floor and she stayed on top. His cock thickened and she squeezed it between her hard thighs, until he felt the smooth lips of her cunt slide up and he was suddenly inside of her hot body.
She loomed over him, her breasts swinging freely, two huge, pink-tipped globes of smooth white flesh. He reached up and lowered her onto his mouth, sucked greedily as she squirmed on him.
Her cunt slid over his prick and soothed her ache. It teased her and she sat heavily until it rammed all the way up inside of her and she felt her skin stretch as it forced her lips further apart.
It was burning her now and it felt good to have his cock squirming in her, teasing her clitoris, tantalizing her nerves until her whole body shuddered with urgent vibrations.
Terry met her downward lunges, arched his body and felt his cock ram inside of her with each thrust. She was in a frenzy now, shaking her head, eyes closed, her mouth hung open and her hair whipped her cheeks. Her voice groaned deep in her throat and now she reached up to her breasts and tormented the erect nipples until her flesh was red.
She squirmed on his thick cock, hunched up and down and the thrills shot into her cunt and she tensed as her cream cascaded over the swollen head of Terry's cock. The hot fluid touched him off and now he shot into her like an erupting volcano, filling her quickly.
It wasn't long after that Joan seemed troubled again and Terry decided that it would be best to take her home. She agreed silently and got dressed. He waited in the car as she took a last look around the bright street and then sat beside him.
Joan didn't speak as he drove across town and stopped in front of her house. The ride had darkened her mood and now that they had stopped, the realization that this was their final meeting, struck with full force. Joan fought back the tears as Terry mouthed his good-byes.
She didn't understand what he was saying, a voice was booming in her ears that it was good-bye forever, and now the tears burned her cheeks and she felt his lips brush hers and she stumbled from the car.