Chapter 2
Boys make me sick, Laurie thought to herself. Especially Danny. Here I've gone and worn the sexiest, shortest skirt a girl ever owned, even shorter than those high school majorettes wear it measured less than three inches from the hem of her thin white skirt to the exciting, hide-nothing crotch of her bikini panties. But when Danny arrived in that stupid jalopy of his and she wiggled toward him, did he whistle like she'd expected him to? or did he throw her a sly grin? or make some smart crack? Hell, no, he didn't. He just said 'hi', like it was really killing him to say it; and then he said he washed the car "looks sharp, huh?"-and he really shook about it; and he didn't even glance at her curvy legs when she climbed into his stupid piece of junk that he calls a car, and it didn't make much difference that he can see practically everything you own-but first he has to look!-because Danny's so damn wrapped up in other things....
"How do I look?"
"Huh?"
""How do I look?"
"Look?"
He was wearing that stupid expression again, she thought. Like I'd asked him to conjugate a French verb and he didn't know how.
"You look okay," he said, but almost dismally. And then ne quickly went on about the car:
"Thought I'd take it to a garage and get it tuned up next weekend ... plugs are shot ... a guy's silly to get new points; y'can file down the old ones and use 'em over and over...."
They were driving down Oakland street, headed in the direction of the campus drugstore. Laurie listened to him with pretended interest; meanwhile, she'd squirmed sideways in the seat, parted her sun-tanned thighs, and if Danny would just look in her direction....
"D'you think my skirt's too short?" she asked him suddenly.
The abrupt change in topic ... automobiles to skirts ... confused him apparently. A dumbfounded expression had returned to his freckled boyish face, and his blue eyes squinted as though he might be in some kind of pain. But he recovered from his confusion, and without looking at her-that was what made her sizzle: the fact that he didn't even look!-he said indifferently:
"I guess it's okay...." He stopped at a traffic light. "Wonder what this'd be worth on a trade-in?"
"How should I know?" she answered testily.
"Well y'don't have to get mad about it."
"So who's mad?"
"You."
"I am not."
"You sure sound it."
She shrugged her shoulders, pointed her bare knees straight ahead, and thought the hell with him. If he's so dumb....
"Wanna stop for a coke?"
"We always do," she said with a yawn.
"Are you sure you're not mad?"
"I told you no."
"You sure are acting funny."
She shrugged again and felt miserable. She was hot, so damn hot she could have jumped just about anybody right now, and all he thought about was his idiotic car. It didn't make any difference to him that she was showing off her curvy legs, that her pretty panties were exposed; or that she'd worn this extra-thin, extra-daring, V-necked blouse; and she'd even hunched over the dashboard while lighting her cigarette, because then her blouse fell open and she felt the flush of warm air on her nearly bare breasts-the bra was practically nothing!-and if that stupid jerk of a Danny would only open his doggone eyes, she thought angrily....
Danny pulled up in front of the campus drug store. Some of the male college crowd was gathered around the doorway, and Laurie, in anger, gave them plenty to look at when she climbed out of Danny's car.
They sat in a booth, cokes were ordered. Danny, as was his custom, "borrowed" a hot rod magazine from the racks, perused it while he sipped on his coke. Laurie burned. Danny didn't even know she was around. But someone did, she saw. The druggist! A reedy, effeminate-faced old guy, who was messing around back of the prescription counter, pretending that he was straightening out the display, but all the time he was doing this he was stealing hungry looks under Laurie's abbreviated skirt!
Any other time, Laurie would have drawn her knees together, tugged her skirt down, and given the guy a dirty look. But Danny had made her mad by not paying her any attention, so in a way she didn't care if the druggist stole sneaky glances at her curvy legs. At least he cared and that was what caused her to give the guy a free show.
She turned sideways in the booth, slumped slightly, her legs apart, and her short skirt nearly to her hips. She made it look accidental, this exciting display of her young loins, bending over her coke, glancing everywhere but at the druggist's eyes.
Danny was still wrapped up with his hot rod magazine. The druggist, meanwhile, was wrapped up with another hot rod ... and Laurie knew it and loved it. It thrilled her to know that her body could exicte a man this way, that he didn't even have to touch her, and as for Danny . .
"Are we gonna sit here all night?" she said testily.
He grunted, his face still buried in the magazine.
"I'm almost finished...."
So is the druggist, she thought. And then she had to look at him, see his expression.
He flushed immediately. His eyes were naked. His lips wet. He stared to avert his glance but she spread her legs a bit wider, making him helpless.
Their eyes locked. Laurie licked her lips. A teasing smile rode her pink-tongued mouth and she let him see the whole valley: her bikini panties, so tight and so skimpy they barely covered her; and then she had half a notion to put her hand down by her thighs and begin rubbing herself; however, Danny looked up suddenly, replaced the magazine in its rack, said:
"Let's go."
Laurie bridled.
"Maybe you'd like to look at some more magazines."
He glanced at his watch.
"There isn't time."
Laurie shot the druggist a look of regret. It would have been fun to tease him a while longer, see him reach the point of no return, and then have to hurry away furtively to "wash up." But Danny was climbing free of the booth, saying something about the time again, and Laurie reluctantly followed him out to the car.
Laurie was bored by the drive-in movie right from the start. She was restless; she wanted action. And whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was hot. She wanted somebody to do something to her and she wasn't the least bit ashamed of her thoughts.
That druggist would have done something, she remembered with a certain sadness; and those boys outside the drugstore-they'd looked at her like they were ready to eat her up, which, as she considered it in retrospect, wasn't a bad idea. But Danny....
Laurie squirmed next to him, rested her head on his shoulder, and waited for him to put his arm around her. When he failed to do this, Laurie shifted her body until her hard-nippled breast made contact with his bare arm. Danny came to life. He looked at her from the balmy darkness, smiled fondly, then put his arm around her and drew her close.
Laurie thought he was going to kiss her. But it didn't happen. His attention went back to the movie, which, as luck would have it, was about young kids who raced hot rods.
Laurie was determined not to play second fiddle to this stupid, old movie. She wiggled closer. Her lightly perfumed breasts pressured Danny's chest. Her arms wrapped around his neck.
"Don't you like the movie?"
She contained her temper.
"I like this better," she cooed. Her warm parted lips drew against his mouth. Her lovely breasts squeezed and flattened themselves against his shirt front.
Danny responded but in slow motion: reluctantly, at first then as a passive guinea pig-"here I am; do as you please"-but his interest, sparked by her hot leadership, finally responded in full, for he held her tightly and his heart beat faster, and when Laurie boldly snaked her mischievous little tongue into his mouth, he groaned out loud.
Laurie did not linger. She knew Danny had to be led, that if she eased up, even for a minute, Danny's bashfulness would cause him to say something genuinely stupid, such as: "Watch the movie...."
So she squirmed tighter and tighter against him, made her kisses hotter, more passionate. Danny responded with a subdued moan. His breathing grew funny and Laurie guessed that he was becoming pretty excited ... almost as excited as she.
"Laurie...."
She smothered his protest ... if, indeed, it was a protest ... with another hot and lingering kiss. Her breasts tingled as she ground them against his chest, and then aching for the caress of his hand, she pulled on his wrist.
His hot palm smothered her breast. It felt so good she nearly fainted.
Danny said, I never saw you this way before."
Laurie did not know what to say. She'd never been this hot ... at least, not around Danny. But tonight....
Danny squeezed possessively on her breasts. Laurie went nearly insane with thrills. She wondered what it would feel like to have his lips on her breasts. He'd never gone that far but now she wanted him to. Wanted his mouth to assault her nipples and lick the hell out of her.
Danny failed to read her mind. Laurie clutched fervently at his back, arching forward so that her blouse fell open. Her swollen, pink-nippled boobies were thrust half out of her brassiere. The least pressure from his hand would cause them to burst free of their silken captivity.
She urged him with words.
"Touch 'em, Danny. Put your hand inside."
"Laurie...."
"It's all right. I want you to."
"But there's people."
"They're watching the movie ... not us."
He balked. Laurie grew desperate. She let her hands drop to his lap, touching him in a place that was as alien to her as a forbidden island. He gazed at her, plainly startled. But he made no move to stop her; in fact, his ardor swelled and throbbed and it was fairly evident that he enjoyed her caresses. However, it was not to be one-sided. Laurie wanted to share the good feeling, and to this end, she led his hot hands to the dark recesses of her blouse.
When his fingers lit on her itching and swollen nipples, Laurie just about screamed with enjoyment. It felt so good that she unconsciously lowered Danny's zipper-another first-and made a hand-to-flesh contact with his body. Danny sprawled in the seat. His legs spread. He groaned.
"Rub my breasts harder, Danny."
His voice was unsteady, betraying his extreme excitement.
"Like this?" That's the way. Ohhhhh...." She stroked his tumescence to king-sized proportions. He twisted toward her. He said:
"Laurie, I think we oughta go somewhere." He released her boobies.
Laurie could have killed him for taking his hand away. Her forehead knitted in a frown.
"Where can we go?"
"I know a place."
"But what's wrong with this place?"
"Everything! Somebody could see us...."
"How can they see us?"
"Laurie...."
And she decided it was best not to argue with him. She didn't want to risk a night of fun and if Danny said he knew a place....
They left the drive-in movie and drove crosstown. During the ride, Laurie kept his excitement at the highest pitch possible. She allowed her mini-skirt to draw above her panties and she massaged him at every opportunity.
Danny loved her finger exercises; he gobbled it up like a hungry eat devouring a bowl of milk.
"You aren't saying anything, Danny."
"What d'you want me to say?" he half-groaned.
"Does it feel good?"
"Heck, yeah, it feels good."
"Then tell me once in a while. I like to hear it."
"Ohhhh, Laurie...."
She smiled amid the warmth and darkness of the car. Her excitement rushed toward totality, complete abandon.
"I can hardly wait," she told him. "Me, too," he said.
There was a pause; and then she said "Danny, what makes people get hot this way?"
He answered, "Who knows and who cares?"
The reply was characteristically shallow-she should have known better than to ask-and she frowned.
"D'you s'pose if s 'cause the mid-terms are over?"
He did not know.
"What I mean is, when those tests are done with and you know you've done real well, doesn't it make you want to ... you know ... live it up?"
He shrugged. He was plainly more interested in actualities than motives, beckoning her to continue what she'd been doing.
She recommenced fondling him but she still wondered what caused her to get sb hot. She was tracking on forbidden ground, breaking and violating promises she'd made to her mother....
Laurie moaned loudly.
Danny's hand had strayed suddenly to her bare thighs, sneaked between them and fondled her panty-clad crotch. It felt wonderful. Exquisite.
"Ohhhh, do I ever love that!"
His reflection grinned at her from the rearview mirror. He speeded up his playful ministrations Laurie opened her legs.
"Hurry, Danny."
"I am." He rounded a comer, went down Drake street.
Laurie moaned.
"I wanna do everything, Danny. The whole bit"
"So do I, Laurie. So do I."
And Laurie blotted out promises past and present. Her whole body ached for the boy beside her, for the pleasure he would bring her, for the thrills he would wrought. There was only the moment and this boy, conjugal love, their bodies.
"Hurry," Laurie said unashamedly. "I want it!"
Sweat glistened on Danny's freckle-riddled face. He wheeled the car onto Coventry Lane and Laurie suddenly realized they were in sight of the campus. She grew defensive. She'd thought they were going to a motel.
"Danny, where...."
"There's this place behind the gymnasium. It's dark and no one will see us...."
"You're crazy Danny. Everyone passes through there."
"Not at night, they don't."
Laurie was wary. The drive-in would have been better, she thought, and had she known....
But Danny was adamant. The place was perfect, shielded by trees, and on a Friday night, especially after exams, the campus would be empty. He guided the car between two buildings: the gymnasium and Brett Hall; then he cut the motor and switched off the lights.
"See how dark it is," he said.
She was surprised, for it was dark. A twinkle of street light could be seen from amongst a blanket of trees; traffic sounded remote, unreal.
Danny slid his arm around her shoulders. His hand investigated the warm, satin smoothness of her thighs.
"You were the one that got all worked up," he reminded her.
"So did you," she said tartly. "It takes two to tango, yTcnow."
He grinned from the darkness and she saw the flash of his strong white teeth, simultaneously felt his hand sneaking under her miniskirt to finger the fleshy insides of her thighs.
"Course if you don't want to...." he teased.
She tried to act mad but now his hands were tickling her between her legs and she felt too good to be angry.
But then Danny taunted her further, saying, " ... and if you want to Laurie, we could even go back to the movie."
Involuntarily, her curvy legs widened in their spread. She thought briefly of denying him-serve him right for teasing her-but his hand was rapidly releasing the rage of her passion, and in another minute she'd be powerless to do anything. And there was a guilty second when she thought of her mother, those promises; but there was rationalization also, this was the very first time she'd fooled around since coming to Tri-Central, and she'd worked hard, done well on her grades, so wasn't she entitled to a little fun? And wasn't she nearly an adult herself? And if she wanted to do this...?
Suddenly the questions didn't matter. Danny had finger-walked the curvy length of her thigh and was attempting to wiggle his fingers inside her panties. She lifted. Danny pushed. The contact was completed.
Laurie moaned her ecstasy.
"Ohhhh, does that ever feel good!"
His fist disappeared between her legs. His other hand attempted to lower her blouse. She disengaged herself from his embrace temporarily.
"Wait a minute and I'll take it off."
She slid the blouse over her head. Danny gazed at the exciting silken cups of her 36-inch brassiere. Laurie saw the fire in his eyes. She squirmed her lower body against his hand.
"D'you like what you're looking at?"
Danny remained transfixed in silence. Finally he said, "Y'look terrific, Laurie. Like wow-wow wow!"
She snuggled her 18 year-old body against him. She lifted her parted lips, gave him the most smoldering kiss she'd ever given anybody. She throbbed her tongue back and forth in his mouth, pressed her almost naked breasts against his chest, and kept her hands busy in his lap. Their young desires went on a rampage.
Danny tore at her panties. Laurie raised her hips. He pulled them down her slender thighs, slid them to her ankles, jerked them free. He pushed her miniskirt above her hips. Then his hands coveted her curly excitement. Laurie went wild.
She unclasped his pants, clawed at his shorts, exposed him. She gasped, latently proud of the visible thrill she'd brought to his body. Her soft white hands stroked him.
"Did I do that?" she said, trying to affect girlish innocence.
"No one else did."
She smiled. She lowered her long-lashed dark eyes, gazed at his lap. Her bright-red lips quivered, parted. She wanted to love him all the way, give him the kiss of kisses ... a strange desire that reverberated from the hidden and long-ago past. But she suppressed the maddening desire at the last minute, telling herself: He won't like me, he'll think I'm some kind of a kook, and then she kissed him on the mouth.
Danny broke from her. "Laurie, I got an idea."
"What?"
"Let's take off our clothes ... everything ... and we'll get in the back seat."
Laurie felt suddenly unnerved. They were parked out in the open, someone could come along, she warned him, and there were a whole lot of reasons if a person really wanted to look for them. But Danny-so bashful until his young desires took command of him-wasn't looking for reason not to do somtehing. He was more interested in getting Laurie's brassiere off, getting her miniskirt off, getting everything off.
"C'mon," he urged.
Laurie resisted him until he removed her brassiere. But once his hot, greedy hands squeezed down on her jutting breasts, fondled her swollen fruit, made her nipples grow hard, her will power vanished and she was ready to do anything he asked.
They climbed to the back seat and tore off the rest of their clothing. Laurie was never this hot ... not in all her life.
Danny's eyes licked her nakedness. Stray light leaked through the trees and danced across her melons of love. The red of her nipples was like the red of her mouth: thirsting for love, waiting to be consumed.
"You sure are pretty, Laurie."
It was a strange time for blushing but she blushed, nevertheless. And she heard herself mumble "thank you"; and then she was drawn to his arms.
She was nervous, possibly because this was the first time for her and Danny, and also because of the danger of being seen. But Danny fondled her between her legs and his lips played windshield wiper across her wildly pulsating breast and soon her fears abated.
She wanted him to play with her all night, of course. She wanted his mouth to swallow up her nipples, to tug and pull for all his might. And she wanted him to kiss her in all those other wonderful and erotic places and she'd have gladly reciprocated. But passion, as thrilling as it was, was this time their common enemy. Neither of them could wait. Laurie wanted it. Wanted it now. And Danny was no less ardent, pushing Laurie to her naked back, swimming over her.
She felt the pressure of his hands on her creamy thighs. She yielded to his wish, spreading her legs, lifting slightly, then guiding him as was needed.
He was not a gentle tiger; but perversely she was glad. And so she screamed and the pain was good and thrill followed it as thrill must. But Danny faltered briefly, alarmed that he'd hurt her.
"It's all right," she told him. "Keep going...." He started again. His eyes glistened. His breathing was shallow, then heavy. "Laurie...."
"I-it's great, Danny. J-just ... just great!"
She raised her legs into the air, scissored them one across the other, clamped him in her vise. He groaned. His thrust was mighty, his eyes fierce.
Laurie accepted and offered, rose and fell. Thrills racked her soul. Fires kissed her innards. "Ohhhhh, Danny! It feels ... so darn good!" His eyes gleamed. "To me, too," he said, breathless. He went faster. Laurie churned her hips to stay with him. The car rocked to their love.
"Ohhhhh, Danny. Danny, darling!"
The sky blew open. She rose higher and higher. Pandemonium swept their naked, lusting bodies. Laurie screamed. Danny dug his nails deeply into her buttocks. The hot heavens drummed over them.
"Ohhh ... ohhhh! Danny ... Danny ... Danny!"
The last exquisite drop of passion drained from him to her. He kissed her and loved her and fondled her and held her. And then in the happy reverence of the minutes after, he stroked her hair, brushing her face and her eyelids with the most tender kisses she had ever known.
But suddenly she stiffened. The red glow of a cigarette outside the car! Then a figure darting away in the darkness.
"Danny...!"
He had seen it too.
"Danny, someone ... "
"I know, I know."
"Oh, Danny!"
"Get dressed ... quick!"
She fumbled for her underclothes, feeling a mixture of panic and embarrassment.
"Who d'ya think it was?"
"I don't know."
She clasped her bra in front, swung it to the back. Danny climbed into his pants.
"Where's my panties?"
Danny found them on the front seat. He handed them to her.
She said, "Danny, if this gets around the campus...." And of course it would. By Monday the whole school would know. "Danny. What'll we do?"
"Worry about that later," he said grimly. "Right now we gotta get out of here ... and fast!"