Chapter 18
"So," Robbie Marshall said as they sat in the drive-in lot waiting for it to get dark enough for the first movie to begin, "can you tell me now what happened at your place?"
She had told him something big had transpired the first week she had been home from the city, but refused to go into it until they were at the drive-in, out of traffic, and she could have his undivided attention. "Well," she said now that she had just that, "I'm going to be entering school in the second term at Columbia."
"In New York?" he asked, mouth loose.
"That one. The University."
"But your parents have always fought advancing you to where you should be in school!" he said, "What made them come around now?"
She told him about New York, about her affair with her cousin, about her phony aunt and uncle, about meeting Brutus and the group sessions. And about the scene with Lenny and the nastiness of that.
"But that still doesn't explain your parents' turnabout."
"Near the first part of July, round in there somewhere," Lori said, "Brutus knew my whole background and he persuaded me to go to Columbia and see if I couldn't be accepted. I went, took a high school equivalent test, and IQ test. They had my records shipped up from school. Every day for a week, I went in for interviews. They like, now and then, to pick up a child genius, good for publicity and all that. Besides, I fascinated the psychology people. So I can get in second semester. Too late for first semester admittance by then."
"But your parents could refuse."
"They didn't. I had all the old arguments beaten down. They said my college fund was too small and they couldn't afford college for me yet."
"And you said?"
"That Columbia was going to give me a full scholarship for tuition and books."
"Great! But there's still dorm and food and all that."
"That's what they said."
"And?"
"I dropped the bombshell," Lori said, giggling.
"Bombshell?"
"I told them I had had an affair with a young Village shop owner for most of the summer, had slept with him most every day, and that I could live with him. He had gone to Columbia himself, was working at being a successful writer-with eight short stories sold so far-while the leather shop supported him. He would give me a place to live and food, and I'd take care of the shop a while. Besides, we were in love when I left, at least some, and I suppose we will be when I go back."
"And they didn't tan your butt and take away all your privileges?" Robbie asked.
The first picture started as the lot light went down, and color danced across the screen.
Neither of them paid any attention to it.
"At first, they threatened to," she said.
"I can imagine!"
"But I talked them down. I grew up even further this summer, and I used every intellectual weapon against their backwards outlook that I could find. And I was able to find a pretty damn many of them. They waged war for two days, and finally began to see that nothing could be salvaged now. For two days more, there was a feeling that I was a lost, spoiled, sex-crazed little bitch, whom they should alternately pity and be disgusted with. Then, slowly, they began to see that I was not some nymphomaniac, and not some moralless little slut. My morals were just different than theirs, that's all."
"And they saw that?"
"Only because I worked at making them see it."
"They're rare parents."
"Rarer than most, I guess. They're not completely blocked off from rationality, not completely locked up in their hang ups. I won't say they approve of it, but they can live with it. And when I get that silly college degree when I'm seventeen or eighteen, they're going to be pleased and proud, and they know it."
They talked for a long while then, about books, and Lori was pleased to see that he had not used the summer unwisely. Then, slowly, teasingly, they began kissing, necking, working against each other's mouths, with tongues and teeth and rubbing against the lumps of sexual delights that protruded from each other: his cock and balls, her big, unfettered tits.
"They've grown a little," he said.
"So have you," she laughed, grasping his swelling dick.
He pulled the panties out from under the miniskirt she wore, pushed her sweater above her tits. He played with her lovely knockers and with the hairy little cunt between her legs.
In response, she freed the massive length of his hungry penis, and went down between his legs, sucking the hot tool with a great deal of interest in him. She made the perfect lover, for sex was not a duty and not a sin to her-sex was a joyous, resounding physical paradise that should be enjoyed to its fullest. He enjoyed as she did ...
On the screen, the large, radioactively contaminated dinosaur, larger than the largest buildings in the city, chased through the streets after King Kong, demolishing the Japanese city with gay abandon. People ran screaming, as showers of bricks and mortar and twisted lengths of steel rained down on them.
Lori dragged his pants to his ankles and licked between his legs at his balls. She liked the smell, the taste of him. He pushed his baggage at her, urging her to greater heights of sensation.
On the screen, Kong and the dinosaur were engaged in a vicious battle, a battle of Titans to end all battles of Titans. They thrashed, bit, kicked and clawed at each other as the girl-who was the prize over which they fought, cowered in a torn dress on the ledge of the building where Kong had deposited her in order to fight the rotten lizard better. You could have sympathy with Kong. Never with that goddamned lizard.
Lori lay on the seat while he brought the head of his hard cock against her slimed cunt labes, rubbed the heavy, blood-gorged wang along her minor labia, then separated her channel and teased it with an inch of the glorious pussy fucker.
On the screen, the hero was steadfastly trying to make his way to the heroine where she cowered in abject fear on the exceedingly narrow ledge beside the battling monsters. She was too terrified to move, and it was up to him to save her. But the boom roar of the battle shook the very foundations of the structure, and made clinging to the ledge more than a little harrowing, worse than sitting through a political speech by the Vice President. The huge beasts snarled, growled, made each other plead as all of Tokyo shook to its rock base.
Robbie slammed his wang deep into Lori's seething cunt, balls bounding off her round, smooth ass.
"Unnnmmmmmmmmm ..." she moaned as the first fuck in over a week began.
"Just as sweet and warm and tight as ever," Robbie said, moving his long prick in and out at a steady, wonderful rhythm, her sex pudding drawing on it almost as thoroughly as her mouth had. She rippled the walls of her twat as she had learned to do, and continued that when she found how much he liked it. He had apparently never had a girl do that to him before.
He grabbed her tits.
He thumbed the nipples.
She knew he was straining to hold out until she had come, burst, reached her own Heaven.
And then she was teetering on the brink. Her pussy was dripping, convulsing, and her nipples felt as if they had exploded.
"Creamy ... creamy ... cunt ... pie ... cuntpie ..." he gasped as he fucked the hell out of her.
This was good sex. Not of the sort her uncle and aunt had between them. Not of the sort Lenny had wanted. Not of the sort Middle America would approve of. She reveled in being liberated, unchained, her own woman, without the rules of celibates applying to her.
She came ...
Come juice ran out her cunt on each outward stroke of Robbie's big penis.
She never wanted this to stop. Never, ever, go on forever.
But she also wanted him to come. So she milked him more furiously than before, faster and faster, calling things to him as he reamed her lovebox with his expert tool.
"I'm coming, Lori," he moaned, his balls jerking in their hairy sac.
On the screen, the hero saved the heroine from disaster, from the clutches of the monsters-while in the car, Robbie's thick come had burned out of his balls, spattered across her tummy where his hot dick lay, shooting gooey wads of essence up to the base of her tits. She grabbed him and hugged him, making the come run down her sides as he fell against her. Life was so goddamned beautiful if you could grow and enjoy it fully. She wished more people would ...