Chapter 1
It had been one of those frustrating afternoons, and I was wheeling my Porsche into the driveway.
I was coming home from school, and I was at that point where I was considering the pussy I was getting in college to be rather dull.
I thought that so many of those damned girls acted like juveniles. Just because I was a track star who had been a big champion in the pole vault in high school, they would flock around me and give me all kinds of oohs and aahs. But when it came to putting out, a lot of them ran away in fear.
Hell, any chick that isn't willing to follow through shouldn't be oohing and aahing me in the first place. Because if there is one thing I am, it's a man of action.
I had been chasing a cute little blonde around the campus for about a week, and finally that day I had managed to corner her in the library.
I wanted something in the way of a definite commitment about some fucking, and when she gave me one of those put-off answers, I just stalked right out of there angrily.
Now the anger had subsided, but I was still disgusted about how boringly things were going.
I walked into the kitchen and opened up the refrigerator. Fortunately there was one can of beer in there, one that my old man hadn't gotten to before me. I took it out, opened it, and began sipping.
I turned on the stereo to some groovy rock sounds as I sat and sipped. I started thinking about the chicks at school who gave me such a pain in the ass. Even the ones that put out were starting to get to me, since a lot of them expected me to get real serious, like marriage or something, just because they were surrendering their little pussies to me.
The whole thing was getting me damned sick, and by the time I finished my beer, I figured I'd try and forget all this crap by going into my room and doing a little studying.
Just as I was about to get the books, I heard the front doorbell.
"Probably some sonofabitch salesman," I mumbled as I walked toward the door, figuring I'd get rid of the salesman damned fast.
Instead of it being a salesman, it was none other than Lorna Chapman.
Lorna was my mother's best friend, a gal who lived some three blocks away from us.
I've got to admit that she looked damned good that day, so good that she stopped me short.
She was wearing a tan micro-mini, and it didn't leave one helluva lot to the imagination, for which I was very grateful.
"Hello, Lorna, won't ycu come in--? " I held the door open and smiled.
"Thank you, Eddy," she replied, entering the house.
"Where is your mother?"
"Oh, I think she said she had to go to the beauty parlor today. That's usually a day's project. Won't you sit down?"
"Thank you," Lorna smiled.
Up until that day I hadn't really thought of Lorna in terms of sex, but as I observed her sitting down very demurely in the sofa, I couldn't think of anything else. I liked the way that she crossed those luscious white legs of hers, so soft with a beautiful ivory glow.
I could see everything but her mound, and I knew if she just twisted her body a little, I could almost see that. Or at least her panties.
Sure enough, she did twist a little, and I saw those silky white panties of hers. Let me tell you something, when I did, the old cock got good and hard.
I sat down in the chair across from the sofa. I hadn't really conversed that much with Lorna. I'd seen her around the house enough times, but usually my mother was busy talking to her and I'd go my merry way saying hello to her and little else.
Now, after surveying those luscious legs of hers, which were on ample display what with the micro-mini and all, I looked up and started evaluating her tits.
She was wearing an aqua-colored blouse that showed her off to real good advantage. I liked the way her nipples were hanging tight against the outline of her blouse, and I couldn't help but conclude that her tits must have been at least thirty-sevens.
I then looked up and observed her face. That looked damned good as well.
I figured that this chick had to be a good thirty-five anyway, and I knew she was married with three kids, but she sure had preserved herself beautifully.
She had flaming red hair, thick, luscious ruby red lips, and sparkling blue eyes. Those eyes could either tear a hole through you or cheer you up, depending on how they were used.
She sat there looking at me, smiling in a friendly but non-sexy way. As for me, as I said before, all my thoughts were sex concerning this chick.
"Your mother was supposed to meet me here to go to a PTA meeting," Lorna said in a tone of boredom.
"Why the hell would anybody want to go to a PTA meeting?" I burst into laughter.
"Why, Eddy Jones, don't you care about your sister Gwen's welfare?"
"Sure I do, and I don't think it's all that well served by the PTA. As far as I'm concerned, most of your PTA meetings are nothing more than excuses so that you women can get together and gossip. They like to tear up whoever isn't there."
"You know something, Eddy, I have to agree with you." She laughed. "You are a man of startling candor. I frankly wasn't looking forward to going myself. I just figured it was expected of me, what with me having three kids at school and all."
"Is my mother really turned on by that stuff?" I asked.
"Probably not any more than I am," Lorna laughed.
"Shall I get you a drink or something, Lorna?"
"Thanks, Eddy. But no thanks. Your mother should be along any minute."
"What time did she say she was supposed to meet you?"
"Oh, she said she'd be here at three. We were supposed to drive right over in her car."
"She should have been back then from the beauty parlor by now. It's already ten after three."
"I know. The damned meeting will be starting pretty soon."
"And it will break your heart if you miss the beginning of it." I laughed.
"It won't bother me if I miss the whole thing."
"I know. It's just my little sense of humor at work."
"I gathered that."
We both lapsed into silence for the next few seconds. Actually, I was getting so hot for this chick I could hardly stand it.
She was a very close friend of my mother's, and that being the case, she wasn't the kind of gal you'd want to put as number one on your list to have an affair with. On top of that, she was married and had three kids. And, in addition, she , must have been just about twice my age. I was eighteen, and she had to be a good thirty-five or six.
Finally the silence was interrupted by the shrill ring of the telephone.
"Excuse me, Lorna." I smiled, getting up from the chair.
"Quite all right."
I got up and walked swiftly toward the other side of the room where the phone was located. I picked it up about the fourth ring. "Hello," I said.
"Oh, Eddy, is Lorna there?" I immediately recognized my mother's voice.
"Just a second, Mom," I said. "Lorna, Mother would like to speak to you."
"Thank you," Lorna said, taking the phone from me.
She chatted for a few brief minutes with my mother.
"Oh, I see. Then you won't be able to make it? Oh, that's too bad," I heard Lorna say. "That's all right. There's certainly no need to apologize. It's just one of those things, that's all. Fine. Yes. They'll be having one next month. We can go to that one. Sure. Goodbye now."
Lorna hung up the phone, then walked back toward the sofa, sitting down. I watched the way that her cute buttocks waved from side to side as she walked. My prick got all the harder.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Oh, your mother can't make it," Lorna said, crossing her legs and giving me another good look at her white panties.
"What's the problem?"
"There was a mix-up in the scheduling at the beauty parlor. She couldn't get taken care of when she was supposed to. She didn't realize that so much time had elapsed. So now that they're ready to take her, she decided to stay at the beauty parlor rather than to go to the PTA meeting. She told me to go on ahead by myself."
"Gee, I get the feeling that you're really thrilled over that prospect."
"I'm not a damned bit thrilled by any of it."
"When is my mother going to come home?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. She told me to tell you that she wouldn't be home until after five."
"I see. Well, no big problem."
"I guess I'd better go to that ridiculously boring thing," Lorna said.
"Why are you going to go to something you know is going to be just plain drudgery?" I asked. "Look, how about me whipping up a scotch and soda for both of us?"
"You astound me," she said, then laughed.. "How old are you, anyway, Eddy?"
"I'm eighteen."
"Isn't that a little early to be drinking?"
"You astound me by asking a question like that," I laughed. "I've been drinking since I was fourteen."
"Then how did you ever become a champion pole vaulter?"
"It's easy, since I don't drink the days of track meets."
Now I had Lorna laughing.
"You're really a very colorful young guy," she smiled. "Okay, you talked me into it. Anything would be better than going to that boring meeting. So, I'll have a drink with you instead."
I did my best to contain the delight that I felt as I got up and walked into the kitchen where I would prepare the drinks.
I had to prevent this gorgeous gal from leaving the house. I had to get intimate with her, to screw her. I knew that Gwen wouldn't be home until six, since she had a Brownie meeting that day. And Dad wouldn't be home until about six-thirty. Which meant one thing. That I had about two hours to spend with Lorna, provided I could convince her that it would be worthwhile spending that time with me.
I made certain that I fixed a particularly stiff shot for her, even though I certainly didn't spare much in the way of alcohol in my own drink.
"There you are," I walked into the room and served her one of the glasses.
"Thank you. I'll see what kind of a bartender you are."
"I hope a good one."
She pressed the glass to her lips and took a long sip from it.
"Say, you mix pretty good drinks," she grinned. "You certainly aren't bashful when it comes to putting plenty of liquor in there."
"Well, it's the liquor that gives the thing the kick, certainly not the soda."
"No, you've got a point there." She chuckled.
"I sat down on the opposite end of the sofa from where she was sitting. I figured that would be a starting point. From there I would work my way toward her end, cutting off a little bit of distance at a time.
After that, well, I figured we could have one helluva wrestling match.
We bolted down our drinks, after which I immediately suggested we have a second.
"I do think you're trying to get me drunk." Lorna chuckled. "You know, you cute boy, it just might work."
"I sure as hell hope so."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because people are more-likely to let themselves go when they've had a few."
"Now don't get fresh, Eddy. Just because I like you doesn't mean I like you that much."
"Okay, okay. I meant that people just feel better after they've had a few," I grinned nervously, getting up and walking back to the kitchen.
"That's better," Lorna said. "But she wasn't kidding me one bit. She didn't want to be construed as an easy mark, but she sure as hell wasn't doing any protesting either.
If I knew chicks as well as I thought I did, I figured that gorgeous Lorna might be coming around after a couple of drinks.