Chapter 8

Late in the night they returned. In his car, they cruised around the sleeply little college town slowly, not wanting to end their time together. He drove through the campus, feeling all the more strange because he was out late and with a beautiful chick sitting close to him. If someone had told John Simmons only a weak before that he would be doing this-while he was supposed to be off in a distant city at an honored convention of his historical society friends -he would have scoffed in his former stuffy way.

But now he simply indulged in the late hour and the brilliant moment. The girl Kathy sat molded to him and he felt as giddy as a high school punk. With her fine, thin legs she massaged his legs; she ran them over and over his flanks and thighs as she caressed his crotch with her hands. Every few seconds she bent over and kissed him on the neck, nibbled at his ear, and blew gently. He drove with one arm and encircled her waist with the other. It was giddy, it was heady, and he could not help from indulging more and more in the pleasure this young thing could give.

"Better take you home soon," he muttered.

"If you want to," she cooed, kissing him full on the lips as he drove slowly. She bent and mouthed his semi-hard cock through the pants, giggled, and continued rubbing his body all over with hers.

The moon had disappeared and the town seemed shrouded now in a pall of Friday somberness. He cruised the campus one more time and was careful not to exceed the speed limits. All he needed was to be picked up by the campus cops, he laughed to himself. He would have to explain to the honkie old dean: man, I was just out with this young chick, and we were driving around, and she was playing with my cock, and man, it got fast.

He turned off the campus avenue and went around the outlying buildings. He made his way through side streets to her apartment house. He drove down the front street and slowed to stop in front of the building. The whole place was lit up, every room in the place, and loud raucous music came from the courtyard.

"Big Friday night bust," she said, stroking him softly.

"What's the occasion?" he asked.

"No occasion. Big party every Friday night. They have to celebrate getting through another week of hell."

"That doesn't say much for the college, does it?" he said with a frown.

She shrugged and came against him fully. She bent over his face, smiling, and kissed him long and searchingly; her fine little tongue darted in and out of his mouth deliciously, and he found himself miraculously being stirred up again.

"It seems like we've been gone for ages, John," she murmured. "And it was only this morning that we left."

"Yeah," he laughed. "We moved fast, didn't we?"

"I wish the night would never end. I wish . . ."

"But it must."

A group of young people came staggering out of the apartment house-there was a tall girl in the middle of them and they were all teasing and pulling at her. When the watchers in the car looked close, they discovered that the girl was wearing Only a pair of bikini panties. Several young men were moving along, pinching and squeezing at her huge breasts.

"My God, what are they doing?" John asked incredulously.

"Oh, that's big Becky. She's got the biggest boobs in school. Every time she gets gassed she does that."

"Jesus!"

"They are big, aren't they?"

He looked on in amazement until the little scene passed out of sight down the alleyway. Just as they went around the corner John saw two of the youths pick the statuesque girl up together and hold her high as they walked.

"What are they going to do?" he asked.

"Who knows? You could probably guess."

They sat for a few more minutes; the girl cleaved to him, would not let him go. She was talking lowly and whispering into his ear, stirring up his weltering cock again. Finally he grabbed her roughly and bent her over in the front seat of the car. She was trying to spread her legs to let him get at her vibrating pussy again.

"John, do I have to go in now? Can't I stay with you?"

"You mean go home with me?"

"Why not?"

"Well, I don't know. . . ."

"Isn't your wife gone?"

"Yes."

"Please, John, let me sleep with you, just once at least."

Without pondering it further he made up his mind. Why the hell not? The house was there and empty and here was this most sensual girl. He pulled himself up and put the car in gear. They sped off quickly, the girl meshed to his side once more.