Chapter 2
Harold attracted immediate attention at school the next day, when he drove in the parking lot in his brand new Firebird.
"Where did you steal that?" one of his team mates asked with a grin.
"I didn't steal it from anywhere. This is mine, old boy, all mine," Harold said.
The one thing that had bothered Harold so much, even after having become a successful athlete at school, was that he seemed to have a hard time getting acquainted with certain girls.
He might have been extremely coordinated on the basketball court, but he often found that he was all thumbs when it came to dealing with the opposite sex.
He had heard a number of his team mates mention how much they liked Daisy Barnes, a cute redhead who was in most of his classes.
A number of them had dated her, and he heard comments around the locker room about how willing she was to please certain young men.
He had admired Daisy from afar. It was a curious type of admiration, one reserved for somebody who was seemingly unattainable.
He noticed the jealous stares that Daisy would draw from the other girls whenever she would wear a stunning mini to school.
She had trim, luscious legs, and her buttocks were tightly constructed. She knew how to get the most mileage out of her clothes.
As he got out of the car and walked toward his first class, he observed Daisy looking his way. She had a friendly smile on her face as she approached him.
"Morning, Harold," she said.
"Hello, Daisy," he replied.
"Say, I really like that car," she looked over the sporty Firebird with admiration. "Does it belong to your Dad?"
"Oh no, it belongs to me."
"That's super groovy," she exclaimed. "I really like the looks of it. Oh, it looks absolutely great."
"I sure think so."
"I'd sure like to take a ride in it, with you," she said.
At that point young Harold's heart stopped. The girl that he had admired from a distance for so long, was actually propositioning him for a ride in his sporty new automobile. It sounded almost too good to be true.
"Well, gosh, Daisy, you can have a ride any time you want one," he replied, after a lengthy pause.
"Do you really mean that?" "Sure I do."
"I might let you drive me home tonight, then." "I'd like that. Of course I've got basketball practice."
"That's o.k. I can wait around the library for a while."
"Isn't that kind of a drag for you?"
"No, it doesn't have to be. I can do my homework, anyway. Homework's a real drag and I want to get it out of the way."
"Yeah, I guess you can do that."
"Do you want to walk me to class?"
"Yeah, I'd like that."
Harold was trying to hide the nervousness that he felt around this stunning girl. He observed the curious eyes focusing in their direction as he. walked into the classroom.
He knew the extent of the gossip that was always circulating around the school. Whenever a guy and a gal were seen together for the first time, speculation generally ran amuck relating to whether a budding romance was in store.
That day Harold could hardly wait to get through his classes and, following them, basketball practice.
He was happy when his coach dismissed the team at three-thirty, a full forty-five minutes prior to the time that they generally ended practice.
"Since you guys performed so well in the last game," the coach explained, "I'm gonna let you off a little early this afternoon. But don't think that gives you a right to let up. We'll be practicing for the full period tomorrow night. So, see you then."
Harold walked quickly toward the locker room.
He didn't even pass much conversation with his team mates as he showered and dressed.
Harold then immediately entered the library, observing lovely young Daisy sitting at a table studying by herself.
She waved and smiled as he approached.
"Practice over?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Then you're ready to go?" "Yeah, sure." "Where's your car?"
"Parked right outside. Same place where I parked this morning."
"O.K., then let's go."
They walked into the parking lot He opened the door for her then watched her climb inside.
As he got a look at those lovely legs of hers, a lump surfaced in his throat. He was barely able to talk. The excitement was entering a fever pitch, even though he hadn't done any more than talk with her for a few seconds.
"Where would you like to go?" he asked, as he started up the car.
"Let's just go cruising off some side roads," Daisy said. "If that's alright with you."
"Sure, that fine with me."
"You know, I always have liked you, but I kind of had the impression that you didn't care much for me," she revealed as he drove the car down the street.
"You've got to be kidding."
"No, I'm not kidding at all. I just didn't think you liked me."
"What made you think that?"
"Just the way that you acted. I mean, you seemed kind of cold to me. But then I got to thinking. I figured that maybe you were just a little on the shy side. Tell me, Harold, are you shy?"
"I guess I am," he said uncomfortably.
"I could tell by the way you answered the question that you are," she chuckled. "You sounded a little uptight about the whole thing."
"Let's not talk about me," he said. "Let's talk about you. That sounds like a whole lot more interesting topic to me."
"What a charming thing to say," she laughed. "I'll tell you the side street I'd like to drive down with you."
"O.K., just give me the directions."
"I will, Harold."
They drove down a street which contained nothing but a few lemon trees. It was one that was often used by students at the high school for drag races.
"Just pull to a stop underneath that tree there," Daisy routinely suggested. "Incidentally, Harold, I really like the car. It runs like a dream."
"I sure like it."
He stopped the car beneath a tree and she looked at him lengthily, her even white teeth showing as she smiled.
"Do you find me attractive, Harold?" she asked, blinking her eyes a little coquettishly.
"Hell yes I do," he gulped.
"Then why don't you kiss me? The other boys seem to be always so eager to kiss me. Aren't you eager to kiss me?"
"Sure I am."
"Then why don't you do it?" "O.K., if you say so."
His arms and hands were trembling as he leaned forward and delivered a somewhat clumsy kiss to her lips.
She broke the kiss, exclaiming:
"Take it easy, dear. You don't have to be afraid of me."
"It's just that you look so beautiful. The reason why I didn't say much to you was that I was kind of scared to. I just didn't think that you liked me. Honest, that was it. I didn't think that you dug me at all."
"You didn't give me much of a chance to demonstrate my feelings one way or another, did you?"
"No, you're right."
"Well, just relax, darling. Kiss me again. But this time do it with a little more relaxation." "Whatever you say."
Once again he leaned forward. He threw his arms around her body, letting his lips plunge against hers devastatingly.
His heart was pounding with thunderous eagerness as his lips remained pressed ever so firmly against hers.
He let his lips lock against hers for several long seconds, after which he finally broke their passionate kiss.
"That was much better," she exclaimed. "Now I'd like for you to slip that tongue of yours inside my mouth, baby. I'd like to have that tongue of mine clashing with yours. So let's work those tongues around, sweetheart, let's really get the job done."
Now he leaned his head forward once more and permitted his tongue to work its way inside her mouth.
Back and forth those tongues slipped against one another. The longer that he kept up the brisk pace, the more eagerly their bodies began to quiver.
Now he was beginning to settle into things, much more easily. He was beginning now to feel at home in the car with this beautiful young girl, and it was like a dream come true to be Frenching with her, to be allowing his hot tongue to slide ever so passionately against hers.
It was Daisy who finally broke their lengthy French kiss, and as she did so, she looked at Harold and said:
"Not bad, honey. Not bad at all."
"You know, Daisy, I can see why all these guys dig you so much. You're such a passionate girl."
"So I've been told," Daisy giggled. "My motto is tell it and do it like it is, honey. If I dig a guy, why in hell shouldn't I tell him?"
"I guess you're right about that."
"Of course I am. I like the idea of making a guy happy. I like having fun with a handsome young guy like you. I even like the challenge of getting you over that uptight stage. You've got no reason to be afraid around somebody like me, honey. I'm not going to rape you."
"I guess you're not," he burst into laughter.
"But I might show you a few things about sex."
"You'd make a gorgeous teacher." "And I'm sure you'd make a most willing pupil."
"I'll be as willing as they come."
"I'll just bet that you will."
Now she slipped over closer to him in the front seat. She leaned forward and downward, reaching out with her right hand and taking him purely by surprise as she unzipped his zipper.
"I want to open that fly and play with that beautiful cock of yours," she exclaimed. "I want to take it in my fingers and play with it. I know that that will be a lot of fun, honey. I know that I can have a real blast playing with that penis."
She began to massage that penis with her fingers, manipulating them up and down its lengthy base.
"How does it feel?" she asked.
"How do you think?" he sighed. "It's enough to drive a guy out of his mind."
"That's a normal response, honey. All the guys tell me that."
"I just imagine that they do."
"They say I'm very talented at these things."
"You do know just how to move those fingers of yours around there."
"I like to think I do."
Back and forth she kept up those systematic movements, running those fingers up and down the length of his entire cock.
"Oh, keep up that beautiful action," he exclaimed. "Just keep those fingers moving over my cock, baby."
"I like the exercise," she said. "I like the idea of running my fingers over a nice stiff rod."
"Oh, I'm really starting to itch all over. Those fingers of yours are really doing the job, honey. I couldn't feel any better. Oh, you're making me feel so good with those fingers of yours."
"I'm only too happy to do it," Daisy laughed. "I figured when I watched you out there on that basketball court that you'd have to have a nice stiff cock. I thought about your cock many times, dear."
"You really have?" he asked startedly.
"Of course. That shouldn't come as any great surprise to you. I'm an erotic girl, baby, and I like the idea of thinking of hard cocks. But I don't like thinking about them too long. It gets me too horny. I want them, I want those cocks. Am I ever feeling good now that I know I have yours."
"Oh, just keep those fingers working," he said.
"Hang on, baby, because the action is going to get even hotter," she said. "Now I'm going to work my fingers around your balls while I'm keeping up the action on your cock."
"I don't know if I could take the two together," he laughed.
"Of course you can," she smiled. "Just wait. You'll really enjoy these movements, baby. Just wait till I provide you with great satisfaction. I'm going to keep those fingers moving down there, I'm going to keep instilling those passions in your cock, and while that's going on, I'm going to play with your balls. Oh, those testicles are really bulging. It's going to be really fun to sink my fingers into them."
"Oh, I'm about ready to orgasm at the thought of it," he said. "Come on, baby, and put those fingers to work. Go ahead and do it."
"O.K., here it goes."
She reached out and began to toy with his balls. And while that was going on, she began to manipulate the fingers even more swiftly with her right hand up and down his elongated rod.
"You like that?" she asked.
"Oh, it's groovy, groovy, it couldn't be any better."
"This is really what you call a massage." "I'm with you, oh, what a massage." "Why don't you French with me while I'm playing with your nuts and balls?" "But I might orgasm."
"I think you can exercise enough willpower to hold back on that," she said. "Sure, baby, you can do that. You can stand a little extra passion while gradually working toward a big orgasm."
"I know I can."
He thrust his head forward and allowed that hot tongue of his to work its way around inside her mouth.
As tongue clashed against tongue, she stepped up the pace of her finger movements all the more eagerly.
Now she was all over him, letting the fingers circulate over his balls and over his cock. The fingers of her left hand were working at a speedy, uninhibited clip as she kept up that fervent activity.
He finally became so immersed in passionate excitement that he had to release his tongue from her mouth.
"Oh, this is too much for me," he exclaimed. "Baby, no wonder these guys dig you. Oh, you're beautiful, but that's just the beginning. What you could do with that body of yours. Oh, those fingers of yours work around like magic."
"Yes, I'm a regular little magician when I get turned on," she laughed. "And don't worry. I'll stop this action before you shoot off that hot rod of yours."
"O.K., honey."
"But you sure like this action, don't you?" "I sure as hell do."