Chapter 4
It was about a week after my fantastic sex joust with Lorna. I was just getting out of my last class.
As I walked toward the parking lot, where I had my Porsche waiting for me, I observed Mary Jane Phillips, a cute little brunette sophomore, walking down the street.
She had her books in her hand and apparently, like me, was through with her classes for the day.
I had been romancing Mary Jane for quite a little while, and lately she had been showing some interest in reciprocating.
"Mary Jane," I called out to her.
She stopped in her tracks, turning around and waving to me.
She waited for me to catch up with her.
I took one good look at her and became immediately aroused. Since I hadn't had any sex since the Lorna episode, I was naturally more than willing to get down to brass tacks again.
Mary Jane was wearing a provocative light gray pantsuit which brought out the curves in her figure beautifully. She wasn't as voluptuous as somebody like Lorna, but the curves were still there.
"How's it going, Mary Jane?" I asked.
"Oh, just fine."
"Where were you heading?"
"Oh, I was heading for the bus stop."
"You're through for the day?"
"That's right."
"Listen, why don't you let me give you a lift home?"
"Oh, fine. You've got a sports car, haven't you?"
"That's right. A truly groovy Porsche."
"I'd like to ride in it."
"Right this way, then."
As we walked toward the parking lot, my radar-like brain began to calculate and plan. I just had to snare cute little Mary Jane that day.
She gave every impression of being ready to give me a little action, and that being the case, I felt it was time to make a fervent move. She got into the car.
"Oh, I really like this," she smiled. "I like the sleek lines and red is my favorite color."
"How about that."
"I'm going to really enjoy the ride back home."
I started up the car and drove out the parking lot, then off the campus.
As we chatted amiably, I figured that it was time to make my first calculated move.
"Say, Mary Jane, how about us going for a little ride up in the hills?" I asked. "I think that that would be a groovy way of getting you better adjusted to the car."
"I'd like that. I do need to get home and do some studying, but a little ride might be just the thing."
"Sure, it's a good way to relax. Hell, you don't want to go straight from class to some dreary studying anyway, do you?"
"No, I guess a nice ride might be just the thing."
I was happy that she had responded in the manner that she had, I wanted to take her way up into the hills, far away from civilization.
She kept on commenting about my sports car, and about how nice it was of me to offer her a lift.
I kept thinking that I wanted to give her a lift all right, but in a vastly different way than
I had been doing. You know, a lot more intimately.
Finally, we were making our way up into the hills, and as we moved close to a wooded section, my old prick really caught fire. Being next to this gorgeous chick got my cock extra nervous, and I knew that I just had to have some immediate action.
I brought the car to a stop underneath a sprawling tree.
"Just take a look at the view out there," I smiled.
"Yes, I'd like to get out and look." Mary Jane beamed.
We got out of the car and took a look at the view of the city far below. Then we got back inside the car.
"Well, I guess we'd better be getting back now," Mary Jane said cautiously.
"Don't be in such a hurry. Relax, baby."
My arm was instinctively wrapping itself around her shoulders. I loved the body contact.
"What are you trying to do, Eddy?" she asked.
"Just get a little friendly with you."
I decided that it was time to make my move. My heart was fluttering passionately as I slipped my tongue inside her mouth.
Back and forth those tongues of ours collided, and as they did so, I could hear the bells ringing inside me. My cock was also heating up more noticeably than ever. That battle-tested dick was good and hard, and I knew damned well that I just had to get it off. I figured that Mary Jane was just the girl to accommodate me.
Now I released my tongue from her mouth, and as I did so, I exclaimed:
"You're sure a sexy chick."
"Don't try and overpower me like that again, Eddy," she said in a worried tone.
"Aw, knock it off," I laughed. "Come on, baby. You want it, just like any girl does."
Now I decided to make my boldest move yet, allowing the fingers of my right hand to work their way inside her bra.
I grabbed a quick feel of her tits, after which she turned away quickly.
"Cut it out, Eddy. I mean it," she shrieked.
"What's wrong with you? I dig you, that's all."
"The nerve of you, reaching in there and touching my breasts. Stop treating me like I was the school slut or something. You have your crust."
"What the hell did you think I wanted to do? I mean, why else would I bring you out here in the hills?"
"I was under the impression we were just taking a ride."
"Come on, now. Did you really think it was anything as simple as that."
"This might amaze you, but I apparently don't have the same kind of a dirty mind as you do. Yes, I did think it was as innocent as that. Now I want to get home, and fast."
"Let me kiss you a little, honey."
"As you can easily determine by now, I'm not the kind of gal who goes in for that."
"But I'm not the kind of guy who will get discouraged as easily as that."
I leaned forward and let my lips plunge against hers, and this time she really put up a fierce effort.
She struggled so hard that I gave up the idea of trying to kiss her. I let go, tacitly admitting defeat.
"Just what's wrong with you, Mary Jane?" I asked dumbfoundedly.
"Take me back home. If you give me any more guff, I'm going to jump out of this car and report you to the nearest policeman I find."
"I don't think you'd find too many up here."
"I'll find one somehow. You'd just better believe that."
"My gosh, you really are in a bad way."
"You're the one who is in a bad way," she said. "Now just get me back to a place where I can take a bus. I don't even care to ride back all the way home with you."
I regarded that as the supreme insult of all. One minute she was going on about how she liked my car, and the next moment she was saying she didn't even want to ride with me, except to get out of the wilderness where we were now located.
"I thought you dug my sports car," I said sarcastically. "'Just what is coming over you, anyway? Are you paranoid or something?"
"How dare you call me paranoid? You really think you're big, don't you? You've got your sports car, you're a big pole vaulting star. Oh yes, you're the big college hot shot. I'm fed up to here with guys like you."
"Then why did you decide to go for a ride with me anyway?"
"I didn't realize just how bad you were until I saw this little stunt you put on. I was warned by some other girls that you were this way."
"Oh, is that right?"
"Of course. If I had listened to them, I wouldn't be in this embarrassing situation now."
"I'll tell you what, honey. You padlock that little pussy of yours, because it's real safe. There are plenty of chicks that dig me, and I don't need to take any insults. You dig?"
"I'm tired of listening to your kind of vile conversation."
"Okay, so you won't have to listen to one bit more of it. I'm going to keep my damned mouth shut, as long as you promise to do the same."
"Gladly."
"I'll drive you to the closest bus stop, then I'll let you get home from there."
"That will be great."
We rode in uncomfortable silence back to the city, and, true to my word, I dropped her off at the bus stop.
"There you go," I said, still spitting sarcasm.
"Thanks for nothing," she said, climbing out of the car quickly and slamming the door.
"You don't have to slam the goddamn door," I barked.
"Go to hell," she shot back as she walked away.
I looked at her angrily, contemplating whether I should say anything more to her or not. I decided not to, mainly because we were in the midst of a pretty good sized intersection and people were already looking at us as we were talking so loud.
I drove off in a flustered state of mind, proceeding home immediately.
It was early afternoon, and ordinarily I would have had lunch at that time. But I didn't feel like lunch. I was too disgusted to eat, too disgusted and angry.
Every time I thought of Mary Jane, and the way that she had acted, the more burned up I became. Just who the hell did this chick think she was?
The one thing that was frustrating me about the chicks at school was that they were impossible to figure out. Often the very ones that I figured were like Mary Jane, the ones who wanted a lot of attention but did not want to put out, were the real swingers, the ones who wanted to ball.
Then there were the broads like Mary Jane, who on the surface appeared to be ready to put out once the time was right. But when it came to a showdown, they weren't ready to put out at all. They were talkers and cock-teasers, and that was just about the extent of it.
I was so ticked off about Mary Jane that I didn't know what to do, so I spent a few minutes just trying to calm myself down. I was trying to psych myself into forgetting her, based on the fact that she really wasn't worth the effort.
I finally succeeded to the point where I was able to sit down and have some lunch. Once the old appetite began returning, I figured that maybe the worst of my troubles would be over.
I finished lunch, then decided maybe I would hit the books for a little while.
I got into my studies, and was doing an assignment when all of a sudden the telephone rang.
I picked up the phone. "Hello," I began.
"Hello. Is that you, Eddy?" a sexy mature woman's voice came on the phone quickly. "Yes, that's right. Who is this."
"Oh, this is Lorna. Lorna Chapman."
"Yes, I recognize your voice," I chuckled. "My mother is out. I guess she's immersed in her club activities again."
"I didn't call to speak with your mother, Eddy. I wanted to talk with you."
"That's much better," I laughed. "Whatever would you like to discuss?"
"How about us, as a starter?"
"Okay, that sounds good. What would you like to know about me?"
"I'm not joking. I want to talk seriously about us. You know, I've been thinking about the beautiful time we had. As a matter-of-fact, I haven't stopped thinking about it. I wonder if it made as profound an impact on you as it did on me."
"Baby, you couldn't help but make an impact on me."
"You don't know how good that makes me feel. I was thinking that maybe I was just one of your casual affairs, and that prospect really bugged me."
"You could never be a casual affair of mine or anybody else. You've got too much on the ball for that, baby."
"Gosh, that makes me feel so good to hear you say that."
"Listen, you're the type of gal I'd like to make it with all the time," I found myself saying, my heart beating rapidly.
"You'd really like to do it with me again?"
"My God, yes."
"You're so much better than my husband," she exclaimed. "There's no comparison."
"I'll tell you something. You're way ahead of the gals I've been doing it with at school. You know where it's at. You're a mature woman. They're a bunch of goddamn kids."
"You sound bitter about it."
"I am, in a sense. After seeing what a real woman is like, I don't want to go back to these young little upstarts."
"What you're saying is certainly flattering to me." Lorna chuckled.
"It's meant to be. You deserve to be flattered."'
"I don't know what to say."
"Your actions speak louder than your words."
"I called to find out if you feel the same way about me as I do about you. I can see that you do. Oh, I haven't had a peaceful moment since that episode. I keep thinking about it, and every time that I look at my husband, I become more and more bored."
"Is that a fact?"
"Oh yes. I need to see you again, Eddy," she said with obvious urgency. "I hope soon."
"How soon do you want to make it?" I immediately asked her.
"How about today?"
"Is that for real?"
"Yes. I'm much too hot to be kidding about anything like this. I'd like to meet you today."
"But where?"
"Well, I don't think it would be a good idea to do it at your house again. Ifs too risky."
"I've got to agree with you." '
"I thought about that at the time, but once the two of us got carried away, that was it."
"We can't very well do it at my place either," she said.