Chapter 5

On Tuesday afternoon, Buck and Davy decided to go see the sights around LaMesa. Davy, who only yesterday had banished the faithless Elaine from any official status with him as his "mama," was all for finding new pussy, as he told Buck while they drove down the highway.

"Now you, Buckie boy, you've got it made with that hot-pussied little bimbo Jennie Phelps to haul your ashes anytime you want. Me, now that Laney s got to be a deb all over again, I've jest gotta find me some real fucking stuff. Hey, didn't you tell me you saw a real hot little number last week, some school bitch, huh?"

"I sure did. She's got brown hair and sort of dark skinned-no, she's not a jig, and it ain't sun-tan, either. Anyhow, it's real sexy, take it from me, and wait till you see that cute wriggly ass and the perky tits she's got!"

"Hey, man, cut it out, you're giving me a hard-on jist talkin' about pussy like that," Davy enviously complained. Then he brightened, "Hey, maybe she's got a friend, huh?"

"Could be." Buck slowed his motorbike, delved into his leather jacket pocket for a crumpled pack of Chesterfields, mouthed one out of the pack, then stuck a kitchen match on the handle of the bike and lit it, turning his face from the wind. "I sure do remember, Davy! Maybe this is your lucky day, maybe it is. That was the second time I saw her, and she had a black-haired piece of ass with her that you'd really go for. Only thing, this broad was wearing big black glasses, like maybe she couldn't see so good in school."

Hell, man, you can always take them off in bed and it don't matter whether she can see or not, so long as my prick can find her twat!"

Davy guffawed salaciously. "Hey, you got me all excited now. Which piece of ass do you want, the brown-haired girl or that black-haired one?"

"I was sort of figuring on the brown-haired gal with the nice dark warm skin, to be honest with you, Davy. 'Course, that would mean that I'd hafta give Jennie the air, or else tell big Ed that I was divorcing her as my mama. But I'll tell you one thing, this little piece of school ass is probably cherry and I'd sure have me one hell of a time breaking her in right. Jennie, well, you know Jennie, she'll lay anybody. Oh sure, she's willing and eager and hot, and she gives a guy a good fuck, but a guy gets a little tired and wants to pick his own cunt-get what I mean?"

"I'm with you all the way, man," Davy grinned crookedly. "Say, I ain't never banged a bitch with glasses on. What's the rest of her like, though?"

"Lemme see if I can remember." The two youths were cruising at about a twenty-mile-an-hour speed down the highway, taking life easy. It was a warm sunny day, with a prospect of a thundershower in the distance, judging from the dark clouds off to the northwest. "I guess maybe she's about sixteen, that'd be my guess. She's got her hair in a braid, like a kid. But there ain't nothing kid-stuff about her shape, take it from me, Davy. Sort of snotty nose, like she was thinking she was better than any other broad in school, that's the way I figured her. And boy, what a white skin! She's sort of a little taller than the broad I've got picked out to fuck with me, Davy. Nice long legs, though, and boy, are her bombers like great big pears ready to fall off the tre

"Yeah?" Davy's eyes glistened, and his face was already flushed with anticipation. "Let's go get those two pieces of cunt and take them back to our little love nest, whaddya say, guy?"

"I'm all for it. Only we gotta be careful. We gotta sort of talk them into coming along for a little ride, see? That way they won't get any wind up when we take them out on the highway and back where we camp out. We don't want any fuzz on our tails burning these bikes, not hardly we don't."

"I'm with you, man, right on!" Davy enthusiastically declared. "Lead the way, man, and let's go get that nice new pussy right now!"

Marva and Jane were in the garden of Jane's house this Tuesday afternoon, doing some weeding and watering the flowers, as Jane's parents had asked her to do. "Look at that snoopy old Mrs. Dougall next door there, Marva," the lovely young brunette whispered. "No, don't turn your head because then she'll see you and know what you're doing. Just sort of look at her out of the corner of your eye-how I hate that old snoop. You know what she's going to do? If I do just one thing wrong, she'll tell my parents when they come back home, and Dad'll take me out to that woodshed out there and spank my butt with one of those awful laths."

"What I can't figure is that you never did get spanked when you lost that hundred dollars that time last year Jane," Marva bent down to pull up a weed near a bed of nasturtiums.

"I know. Considering how much I have got spanked already, you'd think they'd just about have taken off my hide for that. But they just told me to be careful. I guess maybe they had insurance or something, and anyway it really wasn't my fault. Did you see Mrs. Dougall there?"

I did. I'd hate to have her spy on me and tell Aunt Edna if I did something wrong. But then, I shouldn't say that, because look at the spanking I got when that fellow on the motorbike stopped and asked me directions and that old nasty Mrs. Kedzie across the street happened to be watching out of her living room window and had to go and call Aunt Edna. Boy, that was just about the worst licking I ever got, with the hairbrush too, right on the bare!"

"I don't know," Jane frowned deliciously, "but seems to me I'd rather take the hairbrush than a smacking from that wooden lath. Maybe it's because Dad is stronger, and boy, does he really lay it on a girl's heinie when he's mad! But let's not talk about stuff like that. You know what-but you have to promise you won't talk to anybody about it ever!"

"What? I promise, of course I do." Well," Jane bent down to pull up another weed but actually to whisper to her friend, "I told Buddy to sneak over here tonight about seven, and go through the alley and then look in the garden and see if those window shades are all pulled down on the houses next to us, so nobody can spy."

"You mean you're going to let him come over here when your parents are gone?"

"I sure am. He sends me, Marva! I might even let him go all the way. I told you, he knows how to keep from getting a girl in trouble. Hell wear something. Mmmmm, I can hardly wait for tonight. Of course, you have to go back home, because I wouldn't dare let you be around Buddy, you might try to take him away from me."

'That's a fine way to talk to your best friend!" Marva complained. "But gee, Jane, you're taking an awful chance, suppose that Mrs. Dougall should see him coming into your house-don't you think shed know what was going on? And if she told your folks, I bet they'd just about skin you alive!"

"I know, that's why I told him to make sure that Mrs. Dougall's shade was pulled down all the way before he started coming in. Fact is, I told him that if it wasn't dark enough and it won't be, he could even wait till eight o'clock or so. I'm not going anywhere," Jane giggled and then blushed becomingly.

By now, Buck and Davy had reached the outskirts of LaMesa, and Buck turned his bike toward the area where he remembered having seen lovely dark-brown-haired Marva. "It's right about here. See, Davy, these two chicks were coming out of the school over there, and they were heading down this way. Let's just cruise along the streets and maybe we'll be lucky. Maybe we'll see them out in front of where they live."

"Yeah man!" Davy breathed as he slackened the speed of the bike and cut the muffler sound. The citizens of this pleasant and affluent suburb had no particular love for leather-jacketed motorbike toughs, and he had no desire to be chased away by some unfriendly cop.

Their gardening done for the time being, Marva and Jane left the garden, while Mrs. Dougall, huddled over in a chair drawn up beside her own window, sniffed with annoyance. They were going out of her view now, and she still didn't have anything to tell Jane's parents that would get that snippy girl sentenced to the woodshed. Old Mrs. Dougall, if the truth be known, would have given her right arm to be present in the woodshed during a domestic chastisement and see the pretty teenager's naked bottom reddening under the loud whacks of a flexible wooden lath. Jane had once said something nasty to her, and although she hadn't reported it to Jane's parents, she had had it in for the little bitch ever since. Grimly she took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, and then turned on the radio to listen to the news. One of these days, she was sure she'd catch that little snip. There was still plenty of time for things to happen. She had a feeling that for all her looking like a teacher's pet with her glasses and all, little Jane Palmer knew the score and was going to sneak a boy into the house while her parents were gone. And when she did, then she would really get a good sound whipping!

The two lovely teenagers strolled out to the front of the house, because Jane's parents instructed her to watch the hedges and, if they got too bushy, to call the old Japanese gardener and have them properly trimmed. He could come around next week and collect his money, Jane's father had told her.

"Gosh, they are getting sort of thick, aren't they Marva?" The bespectacled brunette asked as she stood there looking at the hedges to the left side of the entrance of the house.

"I'd say they could stand trimming, sure, Jane. Want to go in and call the gardener?"

"Oh no, he's out all day long working in the neighborhood and he doesn't get home until about seven or eight. I know, because I talked to his wife, Mrs. Hisibatchi, last month. Gosh, the sun's nice and warm. I sure wish I could get a real nice vacation this year, but I won't. Dad and Mom will probably stay home this year just like they've always don , to save money. They say that this is a nice enough area, so why waste time and money driving all around the country just to see the sights?" The black-haired teenager dolefully shook her head, then added, "Just think, if I were married, Buddy could take me to Los Angeles or Frisco or maybe to even to Honolulu. Wouldn't that be something!"

"My gosh, you're not even sixteen, you better not think of getting married! And you oughtn't to have Buddy over here when your folks are gone that way," Marva protested. "I'd hate to see you get into trouble, and you know that would just about be the worst thing you could do. Please be careful, for my sake, Janie!"

"Oh, pooh!" the pretty bespectacled teenager giggled. "You're just an old worry-wart, Marva Dayton. Nothing's going to happen. I told you, Buddy knows what to do with a girl. Anyway, all we have to worry about is that Mrs. Dougall doesn't see us. Then we're home free, you might say."

"I don't know, I don't like it any," Marva gloomily remarked. Just then the two motorbikes came down the street, and Buck gestured excitedly to his crony: "Hey, man, there they are, both those two cute chicks I was telling you about! Boy, this is our lucky day!"

"Yeah, it sure is, if we can get them to come take a ride with us," Davy dubiously agreed.

They stopped their bikes along the curve opposite Jane's house, got off and sauntered slowly towards the two lovely teenagers.

"Oh look," Marva whispered excitedly to her friend, "there's that fellow who came up and talked to us that time when we were coming out of school, remember?"

"Oh my gosh," Jane turned around to look. "And there's another fellow with him. Aren't those beautiful bikes, though! My golly, I'll bet they can get up a hundred miles an hour on the highway!"

"They're coming right this way-I'll bet they're going to talk to us," Marva whispered back, blushing a little. You better not encourage them, Jane, not with that Mrs. Dougall around to watch. It'll be just like it was with Mrs. Kedzie and me, darn her anyway!"

"Hi, sweet stuff," Buck drawled as he walked up towards Marva. "How's the world treating you, anyway?"

"Fine, I guess," Marva stammered, flushing self-consciously.

"Great! Hey, I'm Buck and this here is my pal Davy," the leather jacketed youth grinned.

"Glad to know you," Marva said. Tm Marva and this is Jane."

"Woo woo! Hey, that's cute, that is, me Tar-zan, you Jane!" Davy chuckled.

"That's so old it's got whiskers on it," the pretty black-haired teenager sniffed.

"Maybe it has, honey, but I'll bet you one thing, my bike doesn't. How'd you girls like to go for a quick ride around the block?"

"Hey," Jane giggled, "that would be fun! What about you, Marva?"

"I don't know," the lovely dark-brown-haired teenager hesitated. "Its sort of risky-I mean, we could fall off. Anyhow, I don't think Aunt Edna would want me to-and if Mrs. Kedzie or Mrs. Dougall should ever see us, boy, would we catch it!"

"Oh yeah," Buck sniggered, "that's right, you were telling me last time how you got a tanning because somebody saw you talking to me that time I asked you how to get to San Diego, remember?"

"Please don't remind me of such unpleasant things !" Marva blushed furiously and bit her lip with annoyance.

"Sorry, chickie! You're a real grownup gal, and if I had my way, nobody would lay a finger on you," Buck lied. What he was really thinking was that he was going to lay Marva and use more than a finger."

"Anyhow, how about just a quick one, we'll be back in a couple of minutes and nobody'll see us? I can even let you off at the corner like nothing happened."

"Well," Marva hesitated again. The prospect of riding one of those beautiful new motorbikes did intrigue her. "I guess it would be all right, but only for a couple of minutes, you hear?"

"Sure, baby, you'll be back before you know it," Davy lied.

"Come on,then let's get started," Buck eagerly exclaimed.

The two pretty teenagers walked towards the curve, while the leather jacketed members of the "Leather Lashers" revved up their bikes. They instructed their pretty companions to sit behind them and hold onto them tightly, locking their arms around their chests. "We're off," Buck crowed exuberantly. "Hold on tight, Marva baby, you're going to get a real hot ride!"

"So are you, sweetie pie," Davy muttered to the blushing Jane Palmer.

Yes, both girls would get a hot ride, but it was hardly the kind they expected!