Chapter 5
In the days that followed her disgrace, Mary didn't even walk past Bill's trailer. She couldn't face his wife or him. She avoided going in his direction.
"How come you haven't been over, lately?" Wilber asked.
"I've been too busy," Mary told Bill's son.
"I've missed you," the twenty-year-old youth said.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I guess I kind of like you," he said.
That's really bitchin' comin' from a clod like you ... with a dumb father!
"Thanks," she said coolly, making herself a glass of iced tea. "Want a glass?"
"No thanks. I came over to ask you if you wanted to go to the show tonight?"
"I don't think so," she said. She did not want anything to do with any member of HIS family.
"It's a good movie ... Death Wish...."
Mary wished she was dead. How appropriate a movie. Since this guy's father had screwed her, she had no future. She couldn't get married, EVER! She was not a virgin any more.
A thought occurred to her. Wouldn't it be funny to seduce Bill's son? Maybe even marry him when she graduated from high school? When Wilber found out she wasn't a virgin, just laugh it off and tell him it was his father's fault ... and please don't tell his mother?
She had to laugh.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing. Yeah, I guess I'll go to the show with you. I dig Charles Bronson," she said and smiled.
"Neat. I'll come over and get you at eight."
"Fine. I'll be ready," she said walking the tall, slim youth to the door.
She wondered what "Daddy" would say when Wilber told him about their date? She hoped it would burn him good!
She closed the door behind Wilber and leaned thoughtfully against the glass. As long as she had lost her cherry, what difference would one more guy make? She was ruined anyway. And the thought of balling Bill's son tickled her. Even if Wilber didn't say a word to his father about the "fallen" girl next door, Mary could cut Bill down. She could ... and would ... tell Bill he wasn't as good a fucker as his young son. That would really piss him off.
Bill had hurt her. Not physically, other than when he first stuck his old, wrinkly prick into her hole and punched her cherry ... but, he had taken her most precious possession, her virginity. She had not wanted to mess around before she got married, or if she did choose to screw around, it would be with Brad or somebody she really loved.
Since she felt hurt, she felt perfectly legal in hurting Bill back. What better way than to put him down in comparison to his young son.
Ivy called from work and said she was going to have a drink or two with the girls after work. She was doing more drinking than usual. Mary wondered why her mother was turning into a lush, since she did not even have any booze in the house. She must only like to drink with her friends. Mary knew her mother was a lonely person ... but booze did not seem to be the answer. Then, too, Ivy always drank with the girls. Mary hoped her mother did not turn into a lizzie, if she hadn't already. Mary wished more than ever her mother would find some nice guy to marry. She worried about her mother. If she would find some nice guy, not like that old fart next door, Mary would not have to cringe every time something went wrong with the plumbing or electricity ... for fear she'd have to pay off in sex.
Maybe, if Bill knew Mary was screwing around with his son, Bill would not be so hot to fuck her. It was worth a try ... and she had nothing to lose. She had already lost it! But the thought of balling even Wilber made her sick! She would do it though.
Mary took extra care in preparing her slim body for her date. She washed her long, blonde hair until it was squeaky clean. She experimented with her new curling iron for just the right effect ... not too many curls, just enough flip under on the ends to hide any split ends she might have. She flipped the surfer bangs into a "Gatsby" look and was quite pleased with the shining, glowing result.
She hoped Wilber didn't sweat as much as his father and ruin all her efforts.
She bathed leisurely in a tub of frothy bubbles. She wondered if Wilber would get more effect from her than his dad did? She touched her own pink nipples to see how she would feel ... and then felt dirty about touching her own body. She did feel something when she touched herself. She was not sure if it was excitement, daring, or repulsion. But, she had felt a tingle of wickedness in her gut when she pinched her nipple.
She toweled herself dry and her skin looked a rosy pink. Her face was flushed, but that came from her nasty little idea of fucking Wilber. She wondered if Wilber would know what to do with his young whang if she did succeed in seducing him? If not, she would show him ... just like his dad had showed her. A little experience certainly went to her head. She hoped her anticipated fuck with Wilber would not hurt. Even the hurt would be justified for the satisfaction she would receive from the whole thing. She would show Bill a thing or two!
She went to her closet and had a difficult time in deciding what to wear for her seduction of the boy next door. She fumbled through her blouses and dresses. Or should she wear pants? No, that would not do at all!
The fall weather was cold and brisk, but she decided on a short minidress that would show her long legs ... clear up to her ass. She slipped on pantie hose ... they always made anybody's legs more luscious. She decided against wearing panties. Why make things difficult for Wilber? For that matter, she would not wear a bra, either. She slipped on a half slip and looked at her bare tits in the mirror.
She felt nasty and little wicked, but that would not stop her.
She pulled the short, tight, skimpy dress on over her long blonde hair. She liked the effect of the clinging blue material. Her stiff, little nipples poked against the material and her long, slim, well shaped legs showed.
She gave her gleaming hair a pat and put every loose curl in its proper place. She never wore makeup, so to complete the picture she put a dab of her mother's perfume behind each petal-pink ear. She slipped into her platform shoes and was ready for the big seduction scene.
When the doorbell sounded, her heart did a flip. She felt naked without a bra as she went to the door and let Wilber in.
"You look really neat," the long-haired youth said.
His auburn hair shone almost as much as hers did. She wondered if he intended to seduce her? Had he gone to the pains to be appealing like she had? He smelled good, too.
She felt his eyes on her body and squirmed uncomfortably. Maybe, she would not seduce him. She did appreciate his smile as his eyes went from her tits to her long legs. Her belly contracted and she had second thoughts on her venture of fucking the boy next door. She had always thought of him as somebody to fix her ten-speed or help her chase the dog, but now, the way he was looking at her ... and the way he looked ... she swallowed hard. After all, she had no experience in seducing a boy ... or young man. She was no Cleopatra.
"I'll get my coat," she said, anxious to leave his presence. She plodded down the hall in her platforms and disappeared into her bedroom.
She gave herself a good talking to as she went. Wilber was only the guy next door ... a means to satisfying her vengeful feelings. She would force herself to fuck him. The thought of all that creamy crud dripping out of her hole and down her legs repulsed her. The idea of prancing around naked in front of him disturbed her. And she didn't think the male sex organ too neat-looking, either.
Where would she seduce him? How long would it take? She did have to be home at a decent time, or her mother would raise hell. If they went to a double feature movie, she wouldn't have much time to fuck him ... and it was cold to mess around in his car. His car was too small, anyway. She wondered if he would take her to a motel?
Her head rambled with all sorts of complicating thoughts. Maybe she should have planned out her seduction with more care.
She dragged her soft, furry coat back into the living room and started to put it on.
"Let me hold it for you," Wilber said taking her coat.
She remembered her mother had told her a gentlemen always helped a lady with her coat. She felt really gross and ignorant. She had not been on many dates and she felt her inability to cope. Why? A small thing like Wilber offering to help her with her coat, when she should have just handed it to him and expected him to help her, should not upset her. She began to wonder about her ability to be a vamp. She would probably botch the whole thing up.
But, her hard head insisted she give it a try.
Wilber opened the door for her. "Do you have your key? I'll lock the door for you," he said holding out his young, hard hand.
"Ahh, yeah," she said flustered. She was used to locking the door herself.
She stood and watched the good-looking youth lock her door and took the key when he handed it back.
She was surprised when he put his around her waist to help her down the steps.
He opened the door of his low slung car and assisted her inside.
She thought how nice he was and how she had no class at all and would probably bungle her whole seduction scene.
He got into the car beside her and started the low-sounding, powerful engine.
Her nostrils flared at the sexy smell of his aftershave lotion. She felt warm and cozy as he helped her fasten her seat belt. She was aware that his warm hand brushed her knee when he reached for the belt.
"Sorry, " he said, smiling.
She shrugged it off as an accident.
She felt completely off guard with Wilber. Before he had seemed a dumb klutz from next door who wouldn't know his ass from a hole in the ground. Suddenly, he appeared quite debonair ... a real man of the world.
Where and when should she start her seduction? She was sure he would see right through her actions. He would not know why she was acting, or trying to act like she planned to. She was totally confused. Did she really want to fuck Wilber? She had not had much experience after all. She thought of chickening out on the whole thing.
Wilber drove straight to the theater. The parking lot was nearly filled so he had to park a distance from the theater.
Mary's young heart pounded! Should she lean over and kiss him hotly on the mouth and grab his crotch? Maybe they would not even go into the movie and she would have him seduced ... someplace ... right off the bat. Her hands trembled and shook in excitement.
"You're shaking," Wilber said.
She nodded.
"Come on and I'll get you into the show where it's warm. I should have known enough to turn the heater on higher. I'm sorry."
He got out of the car and ran around to open her door.
Shitl she thought.
He hugged her close to his warm, lean body and hurried her toward the theater.
"You go on inside and wait. I'll get the tickets. It's too cold out here for you," he said escorting her to the door and pushing her gently into the warmth of the theater.
Mary thought her seduction was going to be difficult. He was so thoughtful and nice. He would never allow her to disrobe in his car, even if there was enough room. He would be concerned that she might catch cold. With all his kindness, he would bundle her up in a blanket to keep her warm.
She would have to try something else.
Wilber came into the theater and put his hand on her back to aid her in walking.
"Do you want something to eat? Or drink?" he asked in a soft tone.
She shook her head and felt his strong hand usher her into the softly lighted theater.
"Good. We made it between features. I thought we would. I hate to come in in the dark and fall over people and I thought you would, too. And, I didn't think you'd want to come in and miss half the movie."
He helped her to a seat and helped her off with her coat.
"If you get cold, let me know," he said patting her knee.
His hand felt good and warm and Mary tingled with excitement.
The lights dimmed and she was aware of the good-looking guy's delicious smell. She wondered if his dick was long and fat. She could not imagine what a young buck would look like without his pants on. He would have to be younger and firmer and more rigid than his father. He smelled better than his dad. He looked far-out in his tight pants and nifty jacket. His shirt was pretty, with some fancy embroidery on it. He was clean and neat and had pretty long hair. His dad always wore work clothes which were no comparison for the clothes Wilber had on. His dad did not smell good and warm like Wilber.
Back to her plan. She nonchalantly crossed her long legs and brushed against Wilber's tight, hard thigh. She left her warm thigh resting against his.
She felt Wilber's arm go around her shoulder and rest on the top part of her arm. Her nipple stood rigid and waiting. She tingled. His warm hand burned into her arm.
Now, who was going to seduce whom?
She felt fevered and hot at his tender touch. She noticed his breathing was heavier than before. She looked up at his young face with the long sideburns.
He looked down at her and hugged her closer to his warm body.
She rested her pretty head on his shoulder and felt really weird at the sensations in her crotch. She squirmed.
Wilber relaxed his hold and brushed her forehead with his soft, warm, firm cheek.
She didn't want to be dirty and nasty with Wilber. He felt so good and warm pressed against her. He smelled so nice and clean. He was so nice to her. She had always thought he was nice-looking, but now she thought he was a real fox!
Could she go through with being wicked and vile with him just to spite his father? Why not? She did not stand a chance with him. What if he found out she was not a virgin ... and that she had fucked with his father? Isn't that what she had wanted? She was not too sure right now.
Then she thought how his father had disgraced her and her hatred mounted in her heart. She would get back at Bill.
Now, if she could just get his hot hand on her small breast, she was sure he would take it from there.
She squirmed and twisted slightly as if looking down the row of people. She felt his hand barely tough the side of her hot, jutting dome ... and quickly move, as she did.
Shit!
She turned back around and stared blankly at the movie of which she had seen no part. She was too busy thinking of ways to demoralize Wilber.
His breathing was still heavy and she knew he was trying to control it by the way he'd hold his breath from time to time and then slowly let it out.
She crossed her long legs in the other direction and continued to press her warm thigh against his.
"Don't you like the movie?" he whispered in her ear.
She nearly died at how warm his breath was ... and his hot lips had touched her ear. WOW!
She looked up at his square face and nodded.
His hand pressed gently against her arm.
She had her elbow on the arm rest and as he squeezed her other arm, the one closest to him fell off the arm and her hand rested on his hot, firm thigh ... inches from his crotch. She felt his crotch heat up her arm. She sucked in her breath. She felt fevered and her clit fluttered, which was a new experience for her.
She felt his hand on her chin. He lifted her face to his and kissed her warmly on the lips. It was a short, sweet kiss.
She went back to resting her blonde head on his shoulder and now she breathed as hard as he did. Her elbow was on his hip and her arm was on the length of his thigh. She felt his crotch heat. She felt movement against her arm and knew he was flexing his hard cock. She was thrilled and heat sparked through her whole body.
She looked up at the stud next to her. He bent his head and opened his mouth. His hot, moist lips came down on hers and his thick, hot tongue penetrated her moist cavity.
She sucked hungrily on his slowly jabbing tongue and her crotch leaked joyfully. Her hand tightened on his leg and her elbow pressed against his hot, steaming prick.
He straightened up and let out a long breath.
She snuggled close to him and was upset by her newfound emotions. Her young heart beat and she was terribly hot. Her head swam in dizziness. Her clit fluttered wildly and her cuntal muscles spasmed. Her nipples were rigid. She was soooo warm.
She had never been kissed by anybody that had a mustache and she liked it. She liked the feel of Wilber's muscle filled arm at the back of her neck. She thrilled at the touch of his hot hand on her arm. She knew he was hot and bothered by his breathing and she relished the thought. His chest was firm against her shoulder and his thigh quivered under her resting arm. His crotch moved every now and then.
He quivered and then shifted upward in the seat to try and release the pressure his tight pants had on his stiff, hard, blood-filled whang.
She loved it! His every reaction sent chills and pricks of heat simultaneously up and down her spine. She wallowed in the luxury of exciting him. He'd fuck her before the night was over!
But, then, she loved his reactions so much, did she want to spoil it all by having nasty, dirty, smelly sex with him? He was so lovable it thrilled her just to have him hold her and touch her and kiss her.
The thought hit her that nothing Wilber did would ever be nasty or dirty. She truly craved his body. How wonderful! She could get back at Bill and have a good time doing it!
She squirmed on her own wet slit thinking how wonderful it would be to have this good-looking guy hovering over her naked body. How really good it would feel to have his tough, young, rugged dong press into her already seething, dripping crack. How delicious it would be to feel him push his thick, beating cock up into her warm loving cup. She would hang onto him and hug him and kiss him and press her boobs to his hot chest. She tingled with delight and her crotch cried in happiness.
And all the time she was having a ball, she would be getting even with that ugly, nasty old man next door. How delightful!
She was shaken from her dreams when Wilber took her hand and whispered hotly into her ear, "Let's go!"
She let herself be pulled up and out of her seat and up the aisle.
The bright lights of the theater foyer hit her smack in the eyes. He led her through and out into the cold night air. He never said a word as he opened the car door for her and helped her inside. He slammed the door and went around to his side of the car. He slouched in his bucket seat and breathed heavily.
She was still startled and sat in a cooling off daze.
"I'm sorry," he managed to say between gasps of air.
"For what?" she said facing him. She was suddenly very cold.
He nodded toward the theater. "I just can't sit that close to you and touch you and not want you ... I do, you know ... want to screw you."
She didn't say a word. This was her whole idea for the night. She was successful in her seduction. Now he would take her some place and fuck her and she would have her revenge. Then why wasn't she delighted?
"That shocks you. I know it does, but it's true. I'm gonna take you home." He started up the engine.
Mary leaned over to Wilber and kissed his soft cheek. "Maybe, I want you, too," she said softly.
Wilber shut off the car and took her in his young, strong arms. He kissed her hotly and wetly. His thick tongue darted around in her sucking mouth and his hands went to her boobs.
He stopped as suddenly as he started.
"Thank God for gear shifts between bucket seats," he said, gasping.
"Why?" she asked a little shaken by his passion ... and hers.
"Because I'd have had you fucked by now. Do you know in the show, I'd have gladly screwed you right there ... in front of everybody ... I'd love to get in your pants now ... BUT I'M NOT GOING TO!" he shuddered.
She sat staring at him in the dim light. She saw his tented pants. His breathing was labored.
He turned to look at her.
"You're somethin' special," he said. "And I have no intention of messin' you up. You're pretty and sweet and innocent. I love you for yourself. I'm not gonna fuck you. I'm not gonna touch you ever again, unles sometime we decide to get married."
"I'd do it with you," she said.
"Not in a car. You want somethin' better than that. For a super special person like you, nothin' is too good. You should have satin sheets and a soft bed and warm, thick rugs, and pretty lighting. Don't ever settle for the back seat of a car. You're too good for that! Don't settle for anything but the best. You can get it!"
She shrugged her shoulders.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is I love you," he said, taking her soft, delicate hand.
"But you don't want me," she said.
"OH, YES, I DO! But, not this way. I want to have you for my own. I want to love you, and cherish you, and take care of you, and all that straight stuff that all the kids're down on. I love you and I don't wanna lay you until it's all legal and right. You're the kind of girl I wanna be proud of. You're not an easy mark. I'm not gonna touch that beautiful body of yours until you think it's right. I want the minister and the church and the whole thing."
Mary wept tears of sorrow.
"Don't cry, honey. I know what I've just said is a shock to you. You're so young and innocent and sweet. We'll wait until you're out of school. I could get you a ring and we can be engaged. I'll wait ... or we can get married and you can still finish school. I'll do what ever you want."
He put her sweet head on his young manly shoulders.
She sobbed her woe.
"You think about it, huh? I don't expect you to say anything right now. I'm sorry I've upset you." He kissed her forehead. He kissed her closed eyes and the tears that dripped down her cheeks. "I love you."
She cried and her shoulders shook. How could she ever tell him that his father had looked up her cunt? That his father had taken her cherry? That his father had sucked her tits? That his father meant to have a fuck with her again and again?
What had seemed so dirty and disgusting with his father, she now wanted with him. She never realized it before, but, she did love this young man. He was everything good and clean and decent that she loved. Wilber had never treated her like a woman before. He had always teased her and tormented her ... just the typical boy next door. Now, they had both grown up and discovered they loved each other. And, it was all spoiled by his father! His horny old father! She cried.
"I wouldn't touch you before we were married for anything. I want to. My balls ache and my prick is driving me insane. But I love and respect you too much to touch you and make you feel bad."
He stroked her long, blonde hair. His arms were warm around her shaking body. His mouth kissed away the tears.
"Let's do it ... maybe you don't love me. You just wanna make me. Then we'd know...."
"No. If I found out that I didn't love you, which isn't possible, I wouldn't wanna take your cherry from whoever the lucky guy would be who would get you later." His hand rested on her knee.
Her cherry! She burst into tears again. She did not have a cherry! His father had seen to that. How could she ever marry Wilber? She would have his father to contend with. No, it was hopeless for her to have this good-looking young man ... ever!
She might as well go ahead with her original plans and get him to fuck her. Now, she really hated his father. What did she have to lose? She had lost it all, and more than all. Now, she had lost Wilber and he was good. She would never be able to face him if he found out she wasn't the sweet, little virgin he thought she was. She loved him dearly, but knew she could never have him ... BECAUSE OF HIS FATHER!
"Do it to me ... ball me, please...." she said between sobs of tears.
He hugged her close and moaned.
"Please? Come on Wilber ... if we're gonna get married anyway ... what difference does a piece of paper make; You love me and I love you. Let's go someplace and get it on...." she said begging the young man.
If she could not have Wilber for a husband ... or anybody else, the least she would have is her revenge!
Wilber started up the engine and hugged her close as he drove out of the parking lot.
She smiled. She would have her revenge. Her heart cried at the thought of never having Wilber ... whom she loved. She would have him for screwing purposes ... tonight, anyway. When he found out she wasn't a virgin, he'd be really pissed. Then she would cut his father to shreds.
Wilber drove through town and turned up their street.
"Where're we going?" she asked surprised.
"Home! Tomorrow I'm gonna buy you a ring. Then you decide when we should get married. I'm gonna marry you, baby." He squeezed her arm.
"That's a long way off," she said.
"So, I'll probably be maimed for life from having a hard-on for a couple of years ... and my balls'll probably fall off ... unless you say the word before you graduate."
She had mixed emotions. She was flattered and loved the idea of having a ring ... That meant she was loved. But what about his father? As far as not being a virgin, she wondered if he'd believe the story that she'd been raped? Or busted her membrane when she fell off a horse? Or on her bike? She was happy and thrilled at her new found love ... if she could only pull it off about not being a virgin ... She knew she could never wait for years to love Wilber, and she was sure from his tented crotch that he would not wait, either.
She smiled at the thought of being married. Then, old fart face, Bill wouldn't push himself on her. She'd be safe ... and all the girls at school would be really jealous. Maybe she could just manage the whole thing.
"You wanna go with me to get your ring or do you wanna be surprised?"
"Surprised," she said. She smiled.
Funny how all her nasty plans had been changed this night.