Chapter 1
Bert Small was nervous. He was sixteen years old and he had yet to get laid, something that was about to be rectified by his pal, Bob Wade. At least that was what Bob had promised. One thing was certain, and that was, Bob was going to get laid.
"Hey, she's a real bunny," Bob was telling him. "I mean, why d'you think the guys in high school call her 'Mrs. T?' The T stands for twat. She has one hot twat. We take her back home, to my house, we put some movies on the projector, you know the kind, and we fuck the lovely ass off Mary."
Bert fidgeted, avoiding the leer that was Bob's constant expression these days. Ever since the two of them had gone in for weight-lifting and had built their bodies up to really look extraordinary, the girls in school were falling all over themselves trying to get laid. But the truth was, Bert was scared, never having done it before.
Mary Corso was a good choice. She was a natural blonde, the same age as they, with hair past her shoulders, bright blue eyes, a cute, upturned nose, a full mouth, and a reputation for fucking like the proverbial bunny rabbit. It was a known fact that she had a standing appointment at the clinical testing laboratory every morning to have her blood checked, to make sure she had caught no social diseases. So far, she had been lucky. She had really big tits, a slightly fleshy waist which was visible in the summer when she wore a halter and shorts, and nice wide hips along with a really big ass. Bert loved big asses, though he had no idea why.
Both Bob and Bert were muscular, with Bob perhaps an inch taller than Bert's five-feet-ten. Bert had black hair, Bob had dark-blonde hair. Bert had a prominent nose, just right for nookie-pushing according to his buddies, while Bob had a small, upturned nose that never teased a hole correctly when his tongue was working on her clitoris. Both boys had firm, rugged jaw lines.
The only thing bothering Bert about fucking Mary was the fact that Bob would be present. He didn't like the idea of exposing himself in front of another male when it wasn't in the shower room, though he had nothing of which to be ashamed. Hell! He and Bob had been in baseball competition in school for years, and afterward, they always showered with the rest of the team, and Bert knew he had the biggest cock on the team-or it seemed that way when in its flaccid state. He had never displayed an erection to the other guys, nor had they done anything like that in front of him.
But hell! It was time for him to get laid. Mary was just right. Shit! Anything with a cunt would be just right. He smiled.
"Something funny?" Bob asked.
"Just thinking what Mary'll say when she sees those movies," Bert replied.
Bob laughed, but it was a vacuous laugh. He drummed his fingers on the door of Bert's old Hornet. He was obviously becoming impatient with Mary, who was in the ladies' room at McDonalds, where the car was presently parked.
It occurred to Bert that for all of Bob's bullshit, he might well be as virginal as himself, because like himself, Bob had spent all his time working out and building muscles when not getting A marks in class. Bob talked a lot about cunt, and Bert had no doubt that tonight Bob had every intention of fucking the blonde, but why would he need the bolster of those movies he had borrowed from another friend, along with the projector?
Not that Mary would give either of them a hard time. She loved the idea of making it with athletic-looking guys. But making it with Bert Small was something extra-special to Mary Corso. Not that she was in love with Bert or any such nonsense. But Mary wanted to break into TV, and it was well-known that Bert's mother, the glamorous Sarita, had once been a TV queen. In fact, she had reigned over the box from the middle sixties to the middle seventies, giving it up only when her husband insisted she stay home with the kids who were in their formative years. So Sarita-that was the only name by which the TV audience knew her-stayed home and brought up her son, Bert, and her daughter, Nana, who was a year younger than Bert. She proved a far better mother than the father would have supposed.
Bert had never thought in terms of his mother being a glamorous star. To him, she was his mother, nothing more, nothing less. But Mary had seen every bit of TV film Sarita had ever starred in, and so had become an admireer of the now-thirty-six-year-old woman. She wanted to break into TV, and figured even out here, in Razorback, Arkansas, she might have a chance if she ever met Sarita and the woman gave her some tips.
"Here she comes," Bob whispered to Bert, and the two of them watched Mary approach.
She was wearing blue-jean cut-offs, even now in early October, but then here in Arkansas the really cool weather didn't set in until early December. She had on a shirt that had once been white, but was now colored with multiple splotches, because she studied art and the paint got all over her shirt. The shirt had been washed more times than most, but the paint splotches remained. She had sandals on her feet, but no socks. Large hoop earrings adorned her lobes.
"Shit! Now that is really prime cunt!" Bob was saying. Bert didn't doubt it for a minute.
She had an intriguing look about her, and in spite of the fact that she put out for all the macho guys at school, or perhaps because of it, Bert expected she would one day succeed in her ambitions. Hell! She oozed sexuality. His father had once told him all the big movie and TV stars, the females, that is, got where they did because they were bed bunnies. Naturally his mother wasn't like that. As far as Bert was concerned, his mother had been a virgin when she had gotten married, and he knew for a fact that she had been faithful to his father all during their married lives, or at least for as long as Bert was able to remember..
"We were afraid you fell in," Bob said to Mary as she got into the car.
"Very funny," Mary snorted, looping her arm through Bert's as he started the car.