Chapter 11
When Melinda got home her mother was waiting for her.
"About time," she snapped when Melinda walked in the door. "Where in hell have you been?"
"Why do you care?" Melinda asked her bluntly. "Does it really make any difference to you at all?"
"Yes, it does," her mother insisted.
"When I start having some fun-you get all hot and bothered. That bugs me."
"What kind of fun, Melinda?"
"The same kind of fun you've been having all these years ... do you read me?"
"I'm not quite sure I do," her mother replied testily.
"As long as we are trying to level with each other," Melinda smirked, "Do you think you've been a very good Mother?"
"Nobody's perfect!"
"Good cop-out," Melinda laughed, "Well, Mom, don't blame me if I follow in your footsteps ... now, why don't you take me along with you. Think of the double we could make, a mother and daughter hustling team!"
Melinda's mother came over and hit her face with such force it stunned her.
"I hate you-I hate you," Melinda shrieked, "and if you try to do anymore checking on me, I'll tell about all the times you brought men home."
Melinda went into the kitchen and began fixing herself something to eat. Her mother didn't move. She sat in a chair in the living room and went on watching teevee. But her daughter's sharp words hit her with terrible impact. It tortured her to hear her carry on the way she did, and she determined somehow to bring Melinda under control.
Melinda hummed a tune as she took a steak out of the refrigerator and contemplated the get together of the Friday orgy club. When the steak was finished, she put it on her plate, grabbed a soft drink and put it all on a teevee tray in the living room and watched teevee. .
Her mother didn't say another word. She was too confused at this point to know what path to pursue to bring Melinda around to her way of looking at things. When Melinda finished her dinner, she told her Mother, "I've got homework to do now, so goodnight."
"Good night, baby," her Mom said quietly, "I'm only trying to help you-remember that!"
"Yes."
Melinda went into her bedroom and began doing her homework. She had assignments in Math, assignments in English, and then she hadn't even touched the assignment her teacher-lover had given her-but that could always wait, she reasoned.
By the time she finished her English and Math assignments it was very late. Then, she went to bed and slept soundly. The next day her Mother had a hot breakfast waiting for her, and Melinda, somewhat surprised thanked her.
As she hurried off to school, her mind was a blur. She didn't want to bother with the teacher anymore. She'd found Bill who'd provided her with some exciting new sex thrills, and then the rich guy who'd promised her he'd put her up when she turned eighteen. Such happy prospects made her life seem much better.
The day rushed by, until she was back in her class with Mr. Kent. She tried to turn-off the sex taunting game with him, and had deliberately worn her panties so she'd not get his motor going. With offers from men who'd pay, why should she waste time with a teacher?
Mr. Kent instantly noticed, she was crossing her legs. He glanced the other direction, so his look of surprise and disappointment wouldn't register. When the class was over, Melinda told him simply, "I'll phone you-around six."
"But-" the teacher gulped, and Melinda was out the door. He looked after her, and realized something had happened. How could a nympho with her hot compulsions turn-off and turn-on just like that? This bothered him, but he decided there was no way to check out the reasons why-for following her could only make the suspicion mount some more. His job was on the line, and he didn't dare make a wrong move.
As Melinda hurried down the hall, she was joined by virile, young Bill. Bill smiled and informed her, "I've set it all up for next Friday."
"You work fast!"
"You give me a lot of motivation," he nodded. "How many will there be?"
"Just eight!"
"Just-" Melinda laughed, "Oh, Wow!"
"Good looking studs, you'll dig them, and I know they'll dig you."
"When do we make the scene?"
"Cut your last class on Friday-then meet me where I met you-near where your teacher parks. Nobody'll see us way over there, and I'll drive you to the place."
"Okay, I'll see you later," she said, walking away quickly.
"What's the rush?"
"I-I just have my mind so full of worry about my finals I don't want to talk to anybody. I've got to go right home and study-because its just one more week until we have semester tests."
"Okay-I'll see you Friday-remember, cut your last class."
"Right-on," Melinda smiled, and walked briskly away from Bill. As she left the school, she was alone. This was precisely the way she'd planned it. She had no doubt in her mind that her mother's spies were watching-when she came to school and when she left school. This knowledge gave her a queasy feeling.
If she told Bill this much checking was done, he might abandon the Friday orgy club meet. This she didn't want to happen. She'd made up her mind that she was going to earn a little money and enjoy some financial independence.
She took the bus and went directly home. Her Mom greeted her at the door with a radiant smile.
"Oh, honey-I'm so glad you came right home."
"So-" Melinda smirked, "How many times did I used to come home and find you gone!"
"But that's all in the past, isn't it?"
"I hope so," Melinda said evenly, still unmoved by her Mother's attempt to regain her daughter's goodwill. Then, at six o'clock, Melinda remembered she'd promised her teacher she'd phone him.
She made up an excuse to leave the house and did phone him. He acted delighted to hear from her but begged her emphatically to make it again.
"I'm going crazy, baby, not making it with you," he admitted. "I've thought of you every night-wished you could be with me-it's driving me out of my mind."
"Maybe we can make it at a motel like you mentioned," Melinda suggested, "but now now-"
"When?"
"Next week sometime."
"I don't think I can wait that long," he complained.
"Youl'll have to," she insisted, "I'm sorry-I've got to go now-Mom will become suspicious."
The phone went dead as she hung up, tore out of the phone booth and headed home. On the other end of the line the troubled teacher kept repeating, "Melinda-Melinda-Melinda-"
But, Melinda didn't come back on the line. She left instead and went home. She couldn't wait for Friday. That excited her imagination so much she couldn't sleep. The next day being Friday, she didn't have to wait for long. She was glad to miss the class that her teacher-lover taught, as it did bother her to see him looking at her with his soulful eyes, and knowing all the time he wanted to ram his joint in her.
After the next to the last class of the day, she went to her locker and picked up her briefcase with the books for all her classes so she could get a lot of studying in over the weekend.
Then, she dashed down the hall among the milling crowd of students, anxiously trying to make her exit before the crowds thinned and it became obvious she was a lone student darting across the campus.
By the time she got to where the teacher had parked his car, Bill was there, waiting for her.
"Hi," he smiled, "Let's get going."
He opened the small door to the MG and let her in. She got in, and he got in on his side, and then he gunned the engine and took off. Melinda looked behind her and was content nobody was watching. Bill drove speedily to the Starlite Motel on the outskirts of town. It was such a huge place it made Melinda laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" he demanded.
"Can't you guess?" she asked.
"No," he said nervously, wondering if she was laughing at him.
"See that big sign up there-Rooms $6 and $8-King-size Bed-well, how obvious can they make it. All those doors, three levels-this is a gaudy cat house."
"I hope it's good enough for you, your highness," he said evenly.
"Oh, I wasn't meaning to downplay you," she said quietly. "It's just that I have a sense of humor."
"Obviously," he said, swinging the car around to the back of the huge, garish motel. He found a parking slot, and Melinda marveled at how many people were there during the afternoon.
"We take a big double-suite for our Friday club," Bill enthused, his penis bulging in his pants as he contemplated the wild sex he'd have with her, and watching the other studs make it too.
But a sudden fear tugged at Melinda. She didn't know if she cared to go through with it or not. When Bill hopped out of the car on his side, she sat there motionless. He figured she wanted the courtesy of having him open her side of the car, and he went around and opened her door.
"Baby," he smiled, "What's wrong?"
"How many guys did you say I'd have to make it with?" she asked sullenly.
"Eight, baby-isn't that enough?"
"Maybe it's too much," she complained, "I-I don't know as I'm up to it."
"Honey," he smiled, "I've promised them you'd show. Now, don't try to pull a no-show, 'cause it won't work."
"But-they might hurt me," she complained, "I'm afraid-don't you understand?"
"No," Bill declared adamantly, "I don't understand at all-now, let's go."
Slowly, she eased herself out of the car and went up the steps to the room. It was a long walk, and she kept looking back, wondering if she should try splitting.
"Getting cold feet?"
"No," she said defensively, "It's just that I don't dig being treated roughly."
"You won't be treated roughly at all," he assured her, and then he opened the door. When Melinda stepped in she got the shock of her young life. All the young men were bare ass naked, standing there with drinks in their hands and watching a dirty movie.
"Isn't this a groovy flick?" Bill asked, walking over to the dresser to fix himself a drink.
"I never say anything like it before in my life," Melinda marveled as she saw two men having sex with one woman. It was a stunning black girl, and two white men were feeding her their penises. One was shoving it in from behind, the other from the front.
"Look at that chick screw," one lusty boy commented.
"She's got a fucking machine," the other kid retorted. As the camera zoomed in, Melinda saw the three bodies merging in one convulsive, vibrating sexual thrust.
"Doesn't that look groovy-oh, I'd like to have me a good piece of tight black pussy," Bill commented.
Melinda gulped nervously, glancing back toward the door. The desire to split was surfacing again, and she thought maybe now would be her time. With so much attention focused on the fucking flicks, and Bill mixing drinks, maybe she could move.
She made a mad lunge for freedom. But before she could get to the door, a young stud stopped her.
"Hey, beautiful! Where were you goin'?" he grinned knowingly down at her.
Using her fists to pound on his chest, she demanded, "Let me out! Let meouta' here!"
But, her pleas were of no avail. Instantly, Bill was at her side. He whipped his arms around her and pulled her tightly to his own body. Bending over, he placed his mouth on hers, crushing his lips against her lips.
"Doesn't that feel good?" he smiled.
"No," she declared-" now, beat it."
But, Bill refused to beat it. Instead he pressed his hard penis harder against her. She suddenly couldn't resist any longer and she opened her mouth. Eagerly, Bill's tongue found hers. As his tongue threshed against her tongue, he realized how much he liked her.
Bill kept on pressing his penis against her. The wild excitement he felt in his loins had to be satisfied soon he knew. And, she was just the girl to satisfy his lusts.
He began undressing her slowly, as he went on kissing her. Button by button, he undid her blouse. Reaching inside he felt of her bare bosoms. Her nipples hardened to his hand-touch, and she pressed her pelvis against his penis, as the thrills grew greater. The boys were so used to Bill's seducing their chicks into orgy action, they didn't pay any attention. Instead, they continued watching the fuck-flicks.
"Undress me," Bill begged. Melinda unbuttoned his shirt. It didn't take him long to unzip her mini-skirt, and as she shimmied out of it, he saw she was naked. He helped her off with her white boots, and then she unfastened his pants at the waist and unzipped him. He made her stop to untie his shoes, and take them off, then the socks, and finally the pants. She got what she wanted to see then.
"You don't wear any shorts," she said in surprise.
"And you don't wear any panties," he chuckled, "so that makes us even, doesn't it?"
She reached out to grip his huge tool. Squeezing it, she smiled up at him, "Mmmmmm-good!"
"Yes, baby-that's what my cock is-mmmmm-good!"