Chapter 8
When we got back to the room Dave asked me, "Well, how'd you like it?"
"Yeah, it was a good fuck. I enjoyed it."
"Now, you better start hitting the school work. You've been cattin' around too much for your own good."
"This next week I'll have to," I nodded, agreeing. And I did apply myself all that week. But then one day on the campus I saw Nancy again. And she saw me. I walked on. She looked at me as if she wanted to tell me something. All of a sudden she ran over to me.
"Hi, Bill," she said softly.
"Hi, Nancy," I said coldly.
"You aren't mad at me?" she asked quickly.
"Should I be?"
"Yes," she said, looking down at the ground. "I did an awful thing last week."
"What was that?" I asked her. "I don't remember."
"Oh yes, you do," she said quietly. "You wanted to go steady with me after the orgy we met at."
"That was last week," I told her. "The past is dead!"
"But the future?" she asked quickly. I turned to look at her radiant, blonde face. I couldn't help but get turned on when I looked into her open blue eyes. I did want her but I didn't intend throwing myself at her or any other woman. I didn't have to. They're a lot of fucks around and I don't think she is worth getting upset over.
"What's wrong?" she asked, begging me to cut loose.
"I don't like playing second fiddle to a bull dyke," I told her coldly, flatly, angrily.
"Bev and I are a thing of the past," she said quickly. "We broke up. It's over. But you and I-why can't we go to a drive-in tonight? They're showing that new movie about the naked people in Sweden or is it Denmark."
"Sounds intellectual," I kidded her, "Just the type of movie for a college student to see."
"Oh, very informative," she laughed, "You'll see everything there is to see on the human body."
"I've seen it," I told her.
"Don't you ever want to see it again?" she asked quickly, anxiously.
"Yes, baby," I told her, "I want to see it again-with you-tonight at the drive-in. I'll pick you up at seven. Now, I've got to dash back to my dorm and get my school work done if I'm ever going to pass my exams in this school. Dig?"
"I dig ya'," she giggled. "Until tonight-7-"
I didn't tell Dave a damned thing about this. I thought he might think I was upsetting the apple cart on our business fuck deal we'd made for a three way screw with Monica.
At seven o'clock I picked her up at the dorm. She looked sexy in a blue mini. She was all excited and I could tell she had something she wanted to tell me.
"What's up?" I asked her.
"I'll tell you later," she said quietly. And then we drove off to the drive-in show.
"I wonder what the name of the show is," I asked her.
"It's called 'I AM SEXY'," she smiled.
"You're putting me on," I told her. 'That's a description of yourself Nancy. You've got the boobs, you've got the legs, you've got the...."
"Stop!" she insisted. "Let's keep it clean-at least for a little while. Okay?"
"Okay," I told her. "Okay!" I drove up to the marquee and sure enough "I AM SEXY" was the name of the show. We drove in and parked and waited for the movie to begin.
"Hungry?" I asked her, "Popcorn, coke?"
"I'm hungry for you," she said softly.
"If you want me sweetheart, you'll have to wait till the sun goes down, the moon goes up and the movie comes on."
"I'll wait for that," she said stubbornly.
Finally the last rays of the sun gave way to the moonlight and the drive-in movie flashed on-"I AM SEXY." The picture began in Sweden. Some girl had a problem. She was too sexy for her own damned good, and her folks insisted she go nude with them at this nude beach. All the time she was at the beach the guys were walking by with their peckers hanging down yea long and it was giving her a complex. But her folks were dedicated nudists and thought it was all in the head when she complained. But when she pointed out the stiffened pricks they knew it wasn't all in her head, but in the hard dicks all around her and they thought it might not hurt to cover their sexy little, big-boobed baby doll up when they went to a bathing beach. Big story.
I put my arm around her during the show and she snuggled up close to me. She looked up at me and said, "Honey, I'm a changed girl since I met you."
"How do you mean changed?"
"Well, I've broken off with Bev. After our affair at the orgy I knew I dug you more than anything else in the world. Bev knew something was different too. She asked me what gives."
I held her closely, looking at her sweet face as she told me what had happened. "What did you tell her?"
"I told her the truth. I'm in love with you, Bill."
"You're in love with me?" I asked her, half shocked. "God, we meet at an orgy and everybody's fucking everybody and you think you found your true love at a fuckathon?"
Tears streaked down Nancy's blonde face. The blue eyes were clouded. "I'm sorry," she cried, "I didn't mean to dig you more than anybody. You're not the best looking guy in school-not by a long shot. And I've screwed with better fuckers "
"Sure," I laughed lightly, "I knew you didn't dig me the way you said you did. Other guys probably are advanced fuckers. I'm just a beginner. I'd never be able to keep your pussy fires burning just for me."
"That's it," Nancy cried, "That's my problem. I dig you more than any of them in spite of everything or anything. You've got the something I love."
"Call it infatuation," I advised her quickly. "I can't fall in love."
"Why can't you?" she asked quickly, looking up at me with anger flashing through the tears in her eyes. "Because you're hustling with David for that rich bitch Monica?"
"You know about that?" I gasped.
"Everybody knows about her and Dave. She digs young boys and Dave pimps for her. And he digs some of the guys and gets to fuck them when he gets them with her." The whole picture flashed through my mind. Sure, she was right. Dave had told me where to go. He'd said the "Play Pen" bar was where all the action was. He put me wise to old women who dug young boys. And he told me I could make money hustling. And sure enough, he got my ass when he got me fucking with her.
"Baby doll," I told her, "I think you're right. I guess I was a pigeon for Dave and that old fuck of his."
"You're not the type," Nancy said. "You're too good a guy to fall in with a screwed up crowd like that."
"How do you know?" I asked her, wondering if she had some hidden ax to grind. "Why do you say things like this to me?"
"Dave and Monica are hopheads," she shot back. "Dope-you know-pot. And Monica has been on the stuff for years. Oh, they'll keep that part of it secret at first. But then one day when they figure it's safe they'll let you know the truth-they're addicts. And you're not the kind of guy to fall for all that," she said as if her heart would break.
"But what kind of a girl are you?" I demanded. "What do you mean?"
"You make it with dykes-Sure you do. I saw you with that bull dyke Bev whatever her name is."
"That's all over," Nancy said. "When you made it with me I knew I couldn't do it with a woman again. I knew I dug you the most and I have to have you. When I met you on campus the other day I still wasn't sure. But after I tried making it with Bev again I couldn't."
"Why couldn't you?" I demanded hardly knowing what to make of all she was telling me.
"Because I kept thinking of you. When she'd kiss me, I'd see your face. When she wanted to fuck me with her dildo-something I'll admit I did enjoy before-I didn't want it anymore. I wanted you. I wanted your beautiful penis pushing into me."
"And you expect me to believe this?" I asked her.
"You can do anything you want," she said. "If you don't like me, that's okay. But I'm not the same girl I was before I met you."
"I don't dig orgies," I told her flatly. "I'm really a guy who is simple in his tastes. I like a nice pretty girl and regular sucks and fucks. None of the whip bit and I'd never touch dope."
"Oh, baby," she gasped. "You do feel like I do. I thought you were the same type of person I was. You are sensitive, you are an idealist. I love you."
I threw my arms around her and passionately kissed her mouth. Our tongues found each other in a flame of mutual passionate desire. And then I felt her hands on my pants. My cock hardened. She was unzipping me. As we kept on kissing she fished my prick out. And then she pulled her mouth from mine and looked down at my dick.
"Turn that darned movie off," she begged me. "Put some music on."
I turned the movie sound off and turned some music on. "Music to fuck by?" I asked her.
"Music to suck by," she corrected me and then her mouth went down over the head of my dick. She slid it all the way down my rod and gently massaged my nuts.
"If it'll make you happy, Nancy," I told her softly, as she sucked smoothly on my dick, "I'll skip the orgies for good if we can fuck it for keeps."
She kept on sucking and playing with my balls. Then I stiffened my legs and really shoved it to her. "Come on, baby, suck it," I said pressing her head down over my dick. I moved away from the steering wheel so it wouldn't interfere with our fuck. She was full of passion and her mouth moved swiftly back and forth over my rod.
"Suck it," I whispered, "Suck it. Go after the juice, baby. It's just for you ... just for you. Now, suck, suck, suck!" And then her mouth zipped up to the head of my rod as I shot my load. She sucked it and swallowed it swiftly. I pushed as hard as I could. "Suck it, suck it all out, sweetheart-suck!" I told her.
Then she pulled her mouth over my rod slowly and looked up at me. "I love you," she whispered. I pulled her up to me and kissed her passionately.