Chapter 3
I hadn't really dug it too much when Kristine called up Johnny and talked with him so long that night. For one thing, it just messed up his head worse than ever. I'd been all for them getting together. But now I could see that Kristine hadn't meant for them to get together at all. I couldn't really figure out why she'd bothered to call him. But I didn't say anything next time I saw her. It would've been dumb to start it all up while she was talking to that guy.
He was big. He had broad shoulders and a lot of muscles inside his cowboy shirt. He made the side of Kristine's MG go down when he leaned over the roof. The boots, the way he wore his leather pants I knew he was a cowboy. But not the kind that worked on the farms around the area, and not the kind that worked in the stockyard up at Brighton, either. When I saw his belt buckle, I had him figured out. Rodeo.
"Howdy, ma'am," he said to me. It was right out of the movies. But cowboys do talk like that. They were in and out of Martinsville all the time. He asked me if I was Kristine's friend and what I did for fun around town and the usual things. But I could see he was really homing in on Kristine. Could I blame him?
She was giving him all that eye stuff she always gave a guy. I wondered how she could get away with it. And then he was getting in the car with her and she rapped up her pipes and I could see that they were going to leave me there like a bump on a log if I didn't make a graceful exit.
Sure enough I wasn't two steps down the walk when Kristine tore out of there and up the street to the stoplight. So Julian was now a thing of the past for her. That I knew. When Kristine was through with a guy, she made it very, very clear. In this case, I was the only one who knew. Besides poor Julian.
I guess I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. I liked Kristine, of course. She was my best friend. But I had a feeling that she could twist a man's mind around pretty bad. That's why I felt awful funny about her calling Johnny and then not agreeing to see him. I sure had second thoughts about ever wanting to get those two together. But I was having third and fourth thoughts about somebody else. It had to do with what Kristine had said that night at her house. About how she didn't mind if I thought sexy thoughts about Julian. Sure enough, that had started me going. Now I couldn't get him off my mind.
But when I pushed the door open to his shop, my heart was somewhere up around my mouth and my hands were sweating so bad that I was embarrassed to death when he took my fingers in his to greet me.
"Valerie! You're looking like the queen of Martinsville High today." He guided me back to some racks in the rear of the store. "We got some new things in from the Coast. You like peasant tops, don't you?"
"I sure do." I had my dad's charge card in the pocket of my denims. It was the best excuse I could think of to expose myself to Julian. And that's just! what I wanted to do. I just wanted to see if he thought of me as a female. A pretty female. Like he'd thought of Kristine. I'd felt so plain lately. No dates in a month. No looks even. And the summer was going to be a long, hot one.
Julian pulled something off a hanger and held it up to my shoulders. "No." He frowned. "You're much too mature for this." He put it back in the rack. 'Teeny-bop stuff. You want something to show off a few of those pretty curves, don't you?"
Dumb me. I blushed. I knew I was already past what I could handle with a man. Obviously, I couldn't handle much. I just wanted Julian to . . . to see me. Hell I didn't know what I wanted.
And now he was just standing there with another top in his hands. But he wasn't holding it up or anything. He was just looking at me.
"It's nice to see a girl blush," he said in almost a whisper.
"Blush is my middle name," I said, wishing I could be cool and suave. Like Kristine. Julian put another top to my shoulders. The touch of his fingers against my shirt made me hold my breath. I'd never really been this. . . intimate with him. What a laugh. He was just a boutique owner trying to make a sale and I was about to wet my jeans.
"This is better! Yes, I like this." He draped it over his arm and hunted through the rack for something else. I guess I was staring at him, because when our eyes met again, he gave me a funny smile.
"You're a good friend of Kristine Jenner, aren't you? My ears, nose and chin went red. "Uh-huh," I nodded.
"Of course you must know..." He stopped. I dropped my eyes.
"Sure . . . I know." I looked at him then. "But I wouldn't ever say anything, Mr. Spencer, I wouldnt' "Julian," he said. "Call me Julian, okay?"
"Okay." Blush, blush, blush.
"I know you wouldn't say-anything." He was about to say something else but shrugged instead and handed me four or five tops. "Why don't you go in the changing room and try some of these? l'll look for some more."
When I came back out, Julian was waiting for me by the mirrors. He made me turn and turn while he pulled the top here and there. His hands touched me lightly at the waist and the warm just about did me in. I'd worked myself into a real fever, what with Kristine talking about him like she had and then Julian's own conspiratorial glances just a moment before.
"Yes. . . very nice," he said. "You've got nice strong shoulders and lovely arms. You should show them off more." I swallowed and wished I had a piece of gum. "I'm glad you don't bother with a bra. You're still young. You don't really need one. A bra would ruin the lines of this garment altogether."
Our eyes met in the reflections of the three-sided mirror. I bit my lip. I knew something was written all over my face. I was a dope at trying to keep things hidden. I only hoped it hadn't been obvious. After all I was just curious. It was beyond my courage to even consider being anywhere with Julian Spencer but here in his clothing store with another clerk and customers around. But his eyes held me and I couldn't look away. My cunt tingled. I wormed my fingers together and then nodded vigorously.
"I'll take this one. This one's fine!" I didn't care what I had. I just wanted to get out of the store now.
"Valerie, would you have dinner with me tonight?" He squeezed my fingers for an instant and let them go.
"What? I . . . Ohhh, I'd better get this and run. I told my father I'd only buy one."
"Valerie, I want to see you again." Julian ran fingers through his thick, curly hair. He was beautiful. And scary. I fled to the dressing booths.
When I came out, I saw Julian saying something to the other clerk. She went out the front door. I was alone in the store now except for him. He took the top from me, sacked it and rang up the credit charge.
"There's a place over in Woolsley. Quiet. Private. We could have wine while we ate . . ."
"Look, Mr. Spencer," I blurted, "I mean Julian." He smiled at my correction. "I'm just sixteen. If my folks thought I was-"
"There are ways to get around parents," he said.
"Kristine might get away with it, but I couldn't I know. I'm just not that lucky."
"You're luckier than you think." His eyes passed quickly over my breasts. The look wasn't lewd at all. But my nipples burned like crazy! I knew he'd been admiring my tits. So they were bigger than a lot of girls my age. I figured it was about all I had going for me. I picked up my purchase and started to turn.
"I'll meet you at the south end of the park," he said. "Seven o'clock."
At seven o'clock I was dressed and waiting on that bench just where Julian had said. The supper was fantastic. I'd eaten in so many hamburger joints and taco dens that a real restaurant was something special. Julian was a perfect gentleman; He made my little goof-ups seem laughably unimportant. And he even kept me from getting too drunk on the wine. But by the time we were walking across the parking lot towards his car, I was feeling like a million. I wasn't even worrying any more about what I was doing. The wine made all that blurry and unreal. What was real was that a man had taken me out and- treated me like a queen. When Julian held the door open for me, there was an instant when we looked at each other and I kind of shyly let myself bump against him. That old curiosity again. Julian kissed me just like I wanted him to. Then when we were in the car, we kissed again. His lips searched deep against mine, made me open my mouth for him. I'd done my share of kissing, but this was different. When I scooted over against him, my dress hiked up my thigh enough to show the run in my pantyhose. Julian covered the place with his hand and my breathing went all to hell.
"You're more grown up than your friend Kristine," he said finally. "I don't like to talk about her now, and I know you two are close . . . but it's true. Kristine is a spoiled child. You're a woman."
"Wow," I said, getting red for the hundredth time that evening. "Wow!"
This time we really kissed. And then while Julian touched my body with his warm hands and breathed in my ear, he started to tell me things. Things like how nice it would be for us to go to a motel. It was still early, he said. He could still have me home before it was too late. Then I blew it and told him I'd worked things so I could be out all night. My folks thought I was staying with Kristine.
"You will sleep with me tonight then," he said, pulling my chin up.
"I . . . I didn't say that!"
But my heart pounded. I was scared. But the wine and the warmth of his arms around me and the touch of his lips . . . I tried to remember how it had been fucking Ronald Lindstrom. I couldn't. It was just a grey place in my mind.
Julian started the car. I knew where we were going. He pulled into a brightly lit motel on the outskirts of Woolsley. I sat with my hands folded on my lap while he went in. Then he came back with a key and drove to a unit near the back. He opened the door for me. I couldn't look into his eyes. I didn't know how to feel. I did feel wrong. But there were other, more powerful things working inside me tonight. Then the door was locked behind us and Julian flipped the lights off, all except the bathroom.
Then we were tangled and falling. . . falling onto the big bed. One shoe slipped off and I moaned and hugged Julian hard as he worked the buttons on my dress. For the first time in my life, I realized that there was something underneath my shyness. Another person hiding. And I was that person now!
I felt like I was in paradise. The clean bed I was being pressed down against, the smell of Julian's cologne and the slippery way our mouths moved together. I knew he was as excited as I was and he was fumbling just as much, too, when he tried to get my pantyhose pulled down. I helped slide the elastic over my hips.
Julian kissed my belly then, and I made a noise I'd never made in my life. I wanted to tell him how much I wanted him but couldn't bring myself. I didn't want to say anything stupid. How was a high-school girl supposed to act in a motel room with a married man? I found some courage finally.
"Julian . . . I just can't get pregnant." I shook my head hard. "I just can't. You understand what I mean?" My breath was short and panting.
"Yes, pretty girl. I've got something."
He kissed my mouth so gingerly I thought a butterfly might be tickling me. Then he was undressing me again. When he slipped my dress off over my shoulders, I thought he would flip out over my tits. He touched them like they were gold or something and kept kissing little wet spots close to the nipples. Then he took one thick, dark nubbin between his lips, and it was my turn to flip out! I let my head flop back as he suctioned my tit-flesh deeper into his mouth. The tickly rub of his tongue made my cunt contract sharply. I knew I was leaking juice all over my brand-new panties.
"Beautiful . . . beautiful Valerie," he sighed, touching me with his magic fingers again. "I'm going to give you half the clothes in my store."
"Oh, no! Somebody would know. . ."
His laugh told me I was taking everything too literally again and I laughed, too. He made me unbutton his shirt. I peeled it off his shoulders like he'd done with my dress. I was panting like a dog when he pulled my head forward so my lips touched his neck. I kissed him, hoping I was doing it right. Julian moaned and made me kiss him more. His skin tasted good! Then he was taking off his pants and underwear.
I looked away politely. But sometime I had to see. And I did. His cock was slender and long and white. White except for the tip. That was the prettiest dark blue I'd ever seen. Not all blue . . . it had a fleshy color, too. It was bluish. Julian saw me looking at his prick. He had something in his hand.
"Why don't you put this on."
"Oh, I couldn't. . . I don't know how."
Even through the wine, I felt embarrassment.
But Julian made me take the little vial. He showed me how to open it. I pulled out something wrinkled and drenched with some kind of lubrication. It didn't look at all like the rubber Ronald Lindstrom had rolled down over his rock that night at the drive-in.
"It's a skin," Julian said, kissing my shoulder. "It's better than a rubber. Much thinner. We'll be able to feel each other better." He pulled my mouth up against his and sucked my tongue between his teeth. breathed hard through my nostrils. Julian's fingertips tickled the sensitive places around my ears and the nape of my neck. When he looked at me again, I felt drugged with love. I smiled weakly at him.
"You're a very sensuous girl," he whispered. "I hope I make you happy tonight."
"Ohhh, Julian."
I took his hand and kissed it. He wanted to make me happy! I was already in paradise. He'd gotten right through my shyness and blown my worries away. Tomorrow was plenty of time for worrying. Now I was being undressed by Julian Spencer, one of the best-looking guys in Martinsville. Oh, if only Kristine could see me! But it was more than just that surface pride. I was sure I was in love!
My fingers trembled as I tried to hold the end of the skin open to get it on Julian's cock. The hot thing bobbed away when I pushed down.
"You better hold it still while you do that."
My heart almost came out of my chest when I took ahold of his prick. It was so hot! And it was having an effect on Julian, too. His eyes were closed and he kept petting the sides of my face with his fingers. But I still couldn't get the damned skin on his prick. He helped hold his cock from dancing away then while I forced the thin membrane over and down. It was almost like there wasn't anything covering his cock at all. I could still see the color that pulsed through it with every beat of Julian's heart. And the shine of the oily lubrication made me more excited than ever. I knew why they put that stuff on the skin before they packaged it . . . so it would slide into a girl's cunt easier!
"Julian . . . Ohh, I feel dizzy I'm so excited."
He eased me onto my back and we hugged for a while, running our hands up and down each others' bodies and kissing. Then Julian was easing my panties down. I felt the elastic rolling up as it slid over my butt. The sensation set me on fire. I could hardly keep still and my breathing sounded like I was climbing a mountain.
"Your hair, your skin . . . Valerie . . ."
I loved to hear my name on Julian's lips. He pulled my panties down farther. The crotchpiece came away from my cunt-mound with a wet sound and Julian's hand pressed against my gash.
"Nnnhhhuuuu!" I clung to his shoulders as he eased my outer cunt-lips apart. Hot juice flooded out onto his fingers and he began to gently plow them along the inside of my gash. I moved my ass slowly, plunging my cunt against his fingertips. My nails curled harder into the flesh of his back as he found my clit and began to massage it gingerly. I wanted to open my legs wider for him, but my panties had tangled around my knees. Julian felt me struggling and eased them down until at last they only clung around one ankle.
"Ohh . . . ohhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhh!"
His finger kept working gently against the soft nubbin of my clit. I couldn't believe the jolts of pleasure I was experiencing! It was lots better than when I rubbed myself. And I had Julian to kiss and hug, too.
"Julian... Ooohhh!"
His touch had changed. He was pushing a finger around the beginning of my hole now! The sensitive muscles contracted around his knuckle and I felt my cunt writhing as if wanting something more shoved into it!
"Your cunt . . . it's wonderful!"
He pushed my chin up so he could get to my neck. I felt his teeth and tongue and lips sucking against my throat. The shoots of pleasure burst through my chest, while below his fingers made my horny cunt glow.
I reached for his cock and found the oily surface of the skin. Beneath, his hard meat was very hot. I squeezed his cock, not knowing really just how to touch a man there. I didn't want to hurt him. Julian grunted and pushed my thighs wide. Then he lowered himself down on me and I felt the tip of his skin-covered cock pressing against my clit. My back arched and I wiggled against the motel bed.
"Jul-" His tongue smothered my words. I felt him guiding that hard shaft. The cock-head felt spongy but firm, and when it slipped against the circle of muscles that opened up into my cunt, I jerked and the muscles tightened. I knew I was nervous, tense about the impending fuck.
"I did it once with a boy," I said, dropping my lashes. "But it wasn't any good. I guess I'm a little afraid. I know you won't hurt me, Julian . . ."
"No . . . I won't hurt you . . ." His hips moved. I felt my cunt muscles being forced back. I couldn't make them relax, but Julian's cock was pushing them wider anyway.
"Ohhh . . . Nnnhuuu!"
"Relax, just relax. . ."
"Owww. .. Juliam Ohhhh!"
The cock-head had slipped inside my hole. I could feel the beginning of my hole spasm. It hurt a little but when I got my breath again, I let my hands rest against the small of Julian's back.
"You're pretty tight," he whispered and kissed my nose. "I'm not hurting too bad, am I?" I pulled his mouth down. "Noo!"
My tongue lashed hungrily against his. At least I knew how to kiss. I'd practiced that with an old girl friend when I was just in the Sixth grade. Julian fucked deeper into my cunt while we kissed. Again there was a little twinge of pain and I bit down on his tongue a little and stiffened my back. But then Julian pushed a hand down between the cheeks of my ass and something made me relax. I thought I'd automatically stiffen again. But the brush of a finger over my asshole caused the tightening in my pussy to stop, and suddenly I felt Julian's cock sliding deep inside my cunt. The sides of the shaft pushed past my dainty inner pussy folds. His cock went deep, deep, deep as I gasped from the lovely thickness of it spearing my soft cunt!
"Ahhhhh . . . Ooooohhhh . . . oh, Julian!"
"You're so hot . . ." He caught my ear between his teeth, and my back arched as his tongue searched the delicate swhorls.
"You're so stiff. I can feel you in there!"
I widened my legs on the mattress and let my fingers slide down over his ass. It seemed like a daring thing to do, to touch a man's ass like that while he was fucking you. But it seemed natural, too. And Julian seemed to like it. I let my nails scratch him a little as he pumped gently. His cock-shaft slid in and out of my cunt in an easy, good-feeling rhythm. I could feel the slight friction of the sides of his cock slipping against the beginning of my hole. If it'd been any lighter a touch, I wouldn't've felt it, any harder, it might have hurt me. But this slick slide of his gentle fucking started all kinds of tickly glows to burning. My pussy flooded juice. I began to breathe even more rapidly. Julian kept kissing and biting my ear.
It felt like my body was floating in some kind of wonderful world of pleasure. My skin tingled with the thrill of his every touch. And when he moved his cock even deeper into my cunt, I hunched my butt up hard to him so he could have it all!
"Ohhhhh, fuck. . ."
The words had just slipped out. I grabbed him around the neck and clung there as he fucked his cock faster. He pulled back farther each time than before and he pulled my slick cunt-juice with him.
It dribbled out onto the bed and I could hear the suck of my drenched pussy-folds around his shaft. My pussy had relaxed where the muscles had been so tight there at the beginning. But when Julian stabbed deep, I could feel the velvet cunt-walls closing in around his cock.
"Valerie . . . God . . . God, you're unbelievable!"
"You like me?"
"Christ, yes! I don't think I've ever enjoyed anything like this so much."
"You've probably had plenty of other girls." I hugged him and felt his cock plowing wonderfully deep again.
"A few. Not like you, though."
He bent his body down until he could touch my tits with his mouth. Then he sucked one hot, stiff nipple between his teeth and worked at it hungrily with the tip of his tongue.
My body came to life again. I didn't think I could stand much more pleasure, but the pleasure poured over me in waves anyhow. I writhed my body like a snake and my teeth clicked together as I tried to bite at Julian's shoulder. He was really going after my tit now. The blood vessels inside the soft orb seemed to be bulging with blood and I could feel the hard nipple stiffening even more, resisting the rub of his hot tongue.
"Hnnn! Uhhhhh! Ohhhh, God, it feels like I'm starting to be eaten up!"
And it was true! My body longed for release. I knew I'd become very tense with the ecstasy that seemed to surge through me with every touch from Julian. The feel of his thighs inside mine, the rub of his hairy chest against my belly as he sucked a titty even harder-it was fantastic! And all the time his cock plunged and dug and fucked into my slick pussy. I couldn't even tell he had anything covering that wonderful prick! The skin was so slippery, so thin that I could feel the shape of his cock-tip when he pulled it almost out of my hole and teased it deep again.
I found that my hips had begun to plunge with a steady rhythm. Sometimes I matched Julian!s fucking motions, but sometimes I worked against them. I wiggled my butt around in circles when his cock was deep inside; when he pulled his prick further out of my hole, I snapped my pussy up and down as if begging for him to spear me hard again. And he would! Both of us would groan then and clutch each other like we were drowning or something.
"Ghhuuuu . . . ohhh, shit. . ."
I'd never cussed so much in my life, but Julian didn't care. He was cussing, too. Our bellies were struck together with sweat and I kept wrapping my heels behind his thighs and sliding them up and down.
I guess it was an accident the way I touched him. But one of my heels slipped between the halves of his ass and in an instant, I knew Julian was very close to coming. His gasps, his clutching excitement pushed me quickly to the edge of release, too. I felt the itchy pulsing against the walls of my cunt and my clit seemed to be a tiny, hard cock. Every brush of Julian's body brought a squeal of delight from my throat. I see-sawed my ass on the bed until sweat poured off me. Julian's body was corded with muscle and I could feel his heart pounding like a hammer in his chest.
"Baby . . . God . . . Ohhhh!"
"Nnnn! Julian, I'm coming! I'M COMMMMINNGG!!"
I shoved my heel into the crack of his ass again, and he went wild on top of my body. I could feel something powerful throbbing up inside him as I moved my foot around between the cheeks of his ass. And my own itchy thrill had burst inside my pussy and spread like a brush fire over my skin.
I thrashed on the bed, trying to get more of that wonderful, stabbing prick inside my hot cunt! It was as deep as it would go now, and I could feel the wonder of being filled as the jolts of pleasure made me shudder and gasp for air. My nipples raked across Julian's chest as he kissed my neck and chin and mouth and then we were biting each other's lips and making whimpering sounds of love as the taut skin that separated cunt and cock bagged out with jism. Though I couldn't really feel it happening, somehow I sensed the moment it happened.
"I'd better pull it out . . .'
Julian kissed my closed eyelids. I felt his wilting cock come free from my cunt with a soft slurp. He didn't know I was watching, but I could see him slipping the skin off his prick-shaft. The dim light from the bathroom reflected off the slickly coated thing. And the end of it hung heavy with the pearly white cum from his balls. I watched him twist a knot in it and lay it on the bed. Then he climbed beside me again and we hugged and kissed.
Julian started talking about his wife. I didn't want to ask him any personal questions, but he wanted to tell me things. I was in love, love, love. I felt weak with it. I'd been fucked by the most wonderful guy in the world. I knew I wasn't seeing an inch past my own nose, but I couldn't help that either. I clung to my man and listened teary-eyed while he told me how hard that bitch of a wife of his was. He seemed like a little boy who needed holding. I'd never felt that way about anybody in my life. I wished . ohhh, what I wished!
We slept for a while. In the night I woke up and felt hornier than hell. I rubbed Julian's shoulder until he woke up, too. Then I kissed his lips and put my mouth close to his ear.
"Julian... could we... I mean could you.. . Ohhh, I'm getting it all messed up."
"I love the way you mess things up . . ."
And then he was kissing me and putting his hands on my body again. And I was opening my legs for him and panting and crying. The next morning when we woke up, there were three knotted skins lying on the bed, all of them heavy with Julian's cock-cream.
When we'd showered and dressed and were starting out the door, I circled my arms around his waist. It was strange but my cunt felt hungrier than it had when we'd first started fucking.
"Isn't there time for just one more?"
"No, you nymphomaniac," he scolded. He gave me a long, hot kiss. "Next week I'll find a way to see you. Promise."
"I don't think I can wait," I panted. And I wasn't telling a lie either.
On the drive home, I clung against Julian's side, telling him how much I loved him and how much I needed him now. My cunt was going crazy for another fuck. Even moving my butt to a different position on the seat set me tingling. Finally I got Julian to slip his hand down to my cunt-mound. I pulled down my pantyhose and panties enough so he could slip a finger into my slit. And then he drove and finger-fucked me until I gasped sobbing against his shoulder and came again.
An hour after he'd dropped me off in the park and I'd walked home, I was standing in my bathroom with a cold washrag clapped against my cunt-mound. My cheeks were stained with tears of frustration.
"I won't touch myself," I repeated, "I'll wait for Julian. I won't touch myself"
I had no idea what had happened to me. But something wonderful and scary and overpowering had happened. I dressed and went downstairs to run the sweeper for my mom. Anything to get my mind off my cunt. It was funny, but I hadn't had time to worry about the moral wrongness of what I'd done. Well, I hadn't been a virgin to start with. And wasn't it better to fuck someone old enough to respect my feelings? Someone who was on top of things enough to see that I didn't get pregnant? Someone named Julian? I loved him. It was as simple as that. And it had happened so fast that all I could think of was when I could see him next. When?