Chapter 12
Spud's mom sent him out to empty the garbage.
Spud had a very unpleasant feeling inside himself -a sort of low-down, blue, and lonesome feeling.
And it centered around sex.
Spud felt all mixed up. Both Coach and Bryce Griffin had given him a lot of good advice and had taught him about women. Spud had come to depend on Bryce, just as he had on Coach. All summer long, they'd done things together over the week-ends, and theirs had grown to be a pretty good friendship.
But Spud was disturbed now about the incident with Gracie. It had been too intense. .
He didn't see Hazel Rankin until she called, "Hi, there!" She added, "What's with the speed demon this morning?"
"What's it to you?" Spud growled.
"Oh, the kid's not very cordial!" Hazel exclaimed.
She wore only a robe, and now she let it gape open. Spud looked good, then thought: what difference does it make? She didn't turn him on now, like she had.
She stood there before him, her hands on her hips, looking at him invitingly.
"What you want, Hazel?" Spud asked roughly, figuring her pussy was getting hot.
"What's got your temper up?" Hazel asked. "Usually it's your throbbing cock that goes up!"
When Spud didn't answer, she asked for a cigarette.
Reluctantly, Spud fished his pack from his shirt pocket and gave Hazel a cigarette, then lit one himself.
Hazel blew smoke, then asked, "Who was the girl?"
"You mean, on my front porch?" Spud didn't want to tell her, but finally he said, "Frani Cravens. She's a nice chick."
Hazel turned, as if she were angry, and started back to the house. Spud watched her hips wiggle, but it gave him no buzz.
He grinned. Funny - he'd been just a little bit jealous of Jake Sears at first. But now Hazel was jealous, too, and the knowledge soothed his feelings. He picked up the trash basket and went back to the kitchen.
His mom had gone to the store for groceries, and the house was quiet. The quietness was broken when the phone rang. He frowned when he said into the mouthpiece, "Spud Jamison speaking."
"I'd like to see you, Spud," Coach said in his baritone voice.
"What about?" Spud growled.
"Several urgent matters, Spud. For one thing, I want to warn you about Hazel Rankin. Her husband knows she's getting laid. But we can't talk over the phone -" Sweat popped out on Spud's face. He wiped it off with his sleeve, figuring he'd better have a talk with Coach.
"All right," he said. "Three-thirty be okay?"
"Yes. In my office."
After he hung up, Spud went to his room and lay on his bed. He felt restless and wished he had the use of the car his pop had denied him. He hated to walk all the way to school to see Coach, but he supposed he'd better.
He stretched out on the bed. Problems! Man, could a guy pile up a bunch of problems! He was breathing hard, staring up at the ceiling. But that was life, he guessed. All at once, he was remembering that hell of a party with Hazel and Jake. He'd really played the fool - the part of a sex-starved idiot!
That unpleasant, tormenting feeling got inside him.
He got up and went to the window. As he looked out, Frani wormed her way into his thoughts. Spud decided there were two kinds of women - Frani's kind, honest and decent - and there w:n. the Donna Overstreets and Hazel Rankins, bitches at heart.
And when - man married, he wanted the Frani type!
Je-zus. He felt restless. He needed his car! If he didn't get out of the house, he'd go nuts, for sure! Even walking, he decided, would be better than remaining in that creepy house.
It was much too early to see Coach, of course. He left the house, however, and headed down the street toward school.
But, instead of going on to school, he detoured to Donna Overstreet's house.
She was at home, alone.
"We belong to the same Lonely Hearts Club," she told him, inviting him in. "Spud, I'm glad to see you!"
She had on a pair of sleazy lounging pajamas that really didn't hide anything. Right away, Spud felt his cock stir. When he tried to get to Donna, she pushed him away. "I don't feel like fighting, Spud," she said.
"Come on, Donna. A little fuckin' might do you good," Spud said.
He backed her to the wall.
"Please, no, Spud" she begged.
His mouth, hot and wet, found hers. His fingers closed over her tits and dug in.
"You gonna make me rape you?" Spud asked, fighting to catch his breath. "Or are you gonna warm up and get your kicks, too?"
Spud had a hell of a lot of strength and energy. He got Donna on the floor and started working her over.
The floor wasn't like a bed, but it would have "Jesus Christ, Spud," Donna swore, "I'm worried, and I ain't in no mood to get screwed."
"Let me get you in the mood! My nuts are aching for you!"
He was on top of her, trying to get his pants down. She pushed on his fly and felt his hard cock. She giggled. Hell, she was warming up. Donna wasn't the kind to pass up a little fucking.
"Take it out!" he ordered.
She unzipped the fly, groped in for his big, hard pecker, and took it out. Her fingers played with its bulbous head. She stroked the whole thing lightly.
"You really want to stick it in me, don't you?" she asked.
"My baby's crying for your pussy! See?"
His dong was oozing juice.
She tickled the end of it. "Keep it that way, Spud," she said. She handled his cock, keeping it Her gorgeous, naked body was under him. He pushed her head down and widened her legs.
She grabbed his shoulders, hissing at him, "Lemme sack it off!"
He didn't want it that way. He pushed his prong into her, lifting her thighs and thrusting deep.
Her warm breath was on his cheek, her gorgeous titties cuddled against his chest. He fucked her hotly, violently, pumping it in to the hilt. He jabbed her fast and rubbed her clit, making her squirm. Hell, she was liking it. Her sinuous body craved him, every inch of him. She was panting and moaning with sheer delight. He knew he'd made her come, and her spasms excited him. His driving cock spouted, fountained, and he gasped, ramming her desperately.
They clung together, sweaty and naked, still slow-fucking, losing tempo and shuddering in sweet anguish as they kissed deeply. God, Donna was good stuff!
They lay together for a while. Donna began sucking his ear. She bit it gently.
"Hey!" he yelled.
She sighed, "You want to do it again?" "I've got a lot of fuck left in me, baby!" Spud said softly.
He felt her nuzzle him, squeeze with her cunt. She fucked him hotly for a minute. Then she said, "Better take it out."
He obeyed, moving back slowly, letting his long cock drag out of her lovely pussy slowly. She sighed and began biting her lips, and Spud knew she wanted it stuck to her again.
He rammed it back in. Oh, Christ, she fucked better than anyone he had ever known! It wasn't a minute until he was filling her full of come again.
He scooped her up and carried her to her bed. Then he staggered off to the bathroom. Donna didn't say a word about money.
Spud left her and went on to the gym. He found Coach in his office, typing.
"Hi, Coach," Spud said.
"Hi, Spud. How've you been?"
"Fucked out, Coach," Spud admitted.
Coach grinned. "Yeah, I hear you've been making it pretty often."
"Someone talking?"
"Yeah, and some things I hear don't sound normal!" Coach needled.
Spud blushed and became self-conscious. But, shit, who was Coach to talk? He knew it had been Jake Sears who had done the talking. Back there on the floor in Hazel's living room, anything could happen, and did. It had seemed all right then. But here, in the light of day, it was another matter.
"Coach, is -is it so bad?" Spud ventured. "Coach, I've got to know!"
Coach continued jesting. "I'm a married man, Spud. How would I know?"
Spud wanted to remind him of the incident in the shower, but he didn't. He watched Coach cover the typewriter and shove some papers into his desk. "How about a Coke, Spud?" he asked.
"Sounds good to me."
Spud was damned glad Coach had changed the subject.
"Make yourself comfortable while I go to the Coke machine."
Spud tried to, though he felt nervous. Coach came back with the cold Coke bottles, gave one to Spud, and took a slow drink out of his. "Hey, I hear what you stick to Hazel Rankin makes her scream with delight!" he teased.
"She likes it!" Spud said.
"I hear Jake's pretty fond of it, too," Coach said.
Spud blushed and ducked his head. But he had noticed that Coach was getting a hard-on. Hard and swollen, his cock was no bigger than Jake's.
Before Spud realized fully what was going on, Coach groped him.
Spud pulled away, but grinned up at Coach. "Seems you like it, too," Spud said.
"Spud, anything will do when a guy needs it like I do! It's hell when you can't get your rocks off at home!"
"Coach?"
"Yeah, Spud?"
"You like women, don't you? You've fucked Donna - Hazel -" "Yes, Spud, but I'm scared of Hazel. She's dangerous now, since her old man knows she's getting pumped. And Donna - Donna's a whore!"
Donna's bright yellow sweater came quickly to Spud's mind. He thought he'd be sick.
Coach continued, "Spud, you're young, and you have a lot to learn. You'll learn there are all kinds of people in this world - and kicks to satisfy every one of them. But Spud -" "Yeah?"
"You sort of love Frani Cravens, don't you?" "Yeah, I think I do." "Then save yourself for her, Spud." Spud thought that over. One thing sure, there'd be no more Jakes sucking on his lollipop - no more Coaches groping his basket.
Let them get together and form their own club!