Chapter 8
Leaving the park finally was like coming down off a high mountain. In more ways than one they were all three coming off a high place.
The sun, wind and stars had made them all very peaceful. None of them had felt like talking very much. They said what they needed to with their bodies and their faces.
The roar of the highway was oppressive as they drove back onto the main road and headed south again. Sitting in the back of the van staring as the scenery rolled past in the windshield Sheila looked from one guy to the other.
Carlos was hardly more than a boy and Jack for all his solemn mien was younger than she was in most ways. They were headed nowhere and Sheila remembered the first day she had been in the van.
Uneasily she recalled how they gently ridiculed all the people who got in the truck and had plans and ambitions. They had tolerated her perhaps because she was beautiful or because at the moment she was running away like they were.
But she took her ambition seriously. As she watched them staring blankly from the van she realized they were going nowhere. More and more she felt as if she were being taken against her will to someplace she didn't want to go.
At the next stop she got out the back and put her bag over her shoulder. Carlos looked surprised and very confused.
"Where you going?" he asked.
"I've got to go back," she said. "I don't belong here. There are things I want to do and I have to get them done."
Jack stood back from them nodding his head and listening with his sorrowfully downcast gaze. He nodded his head again.
"I understand," he said. She went up and kissed him on the lips and hugged him. Her hands around his neck felt good. Pulling away she nodded but she didn't think he really did.
She kissed Carlos and he held her tenderly for a moment. Then she hiked her bag higher on her shoulder and skipped across the highway when there was a break in the traffic.
She watched them pull out onto the highway and Jack waved from the driver's seat, the same expression on his face. Then they were gone.
It didn't take that long to get back to school. She got a couple of good lifts from truck drivers. Two of them were nice guys, told her about their kids and hobbies. One tried to lay her but she told him where to go and he put her off right there.
It took her that whole night to make it back to school. When she got her last ride it was a guy who took her right to Bob's apartment.
She looked up and down the early morning street. It was very quiet. It was too early for children to be out playing and only the milk trucks and such were out.
She stood for what seemed like a long time at the door to the building. She could smell the snowball bush blooming by the side of the house and she breathed deep to calm her beating heart.
If he's in bed with someone else I'll die, she thought. I was so stupid to run out like that. I was only hurting myself. Now I might lose him altogether.
Finally she took a deep breath and turned the door knob. Slowly up the narrow wooden staircase she went until she was standing in front of his door.
She put her ear to it but she couldn't hear a sound. She pushed the latch and found that it was open as it always was. Very, very quietly she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
She could hear his heavy breathing. He was snoring like he always did and she tiptoed to the bedroom and peered inside. He was sprawled naked out on the bed, the sheets in a tumble at the foot of it.
Her whole body sagged with relief to see he was alone. She put her bag down and went quietly inside. She sat on the edge of the bed and softly lay down.
Bob stirred in his sleep and turned flat over on his back. She bent and kissed his lips tenderly and stroked his long hair back on the pillow.
He opened his eyes and sat bolt upright when he saw her. Before he could say anything the tears came pouring into her eyes. She hadn't planned to cry but they came welling up like a geyser.
"Oh Bob," she wailed, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to run off like that. It's just that I was so jealous when I found you here in bed with that other girl. I was so angry."
Bob didn't say anything but held her against him as she cried. Her whole body was shaking with sobs and his chest was wet with her tears.
He stroked her long hair and lifted her face to his. But she pulled it away and buried it in his chest again.
"I don't want you to see me like this," she sniffled trying to control her tears. But the more she tried to stifle them the harder they came.
Her voice wavered when she tried to talk. Bob hadn't said anything. He was holding her tight stroking her back and head.
"I'm glad you came back," he said. "I was worried about you. I didn't know if anything had happened to you. Tammy hadn't seen you either."
"I just freaked out when I came in and found you here with that girl," she said. "I had to get away. But I like you too much Bob. I don't want to leave."
He held her closer but didn't say anything. His hands gently chafed the back of her head and stroked her hair there.
She sighed and told him how good it felt. His arms around her felt warm and friendly. His familiar touch, so sensual and luscious made her moan softly with pleasure.
Her whole body sagged with fatigue which had been building up the past week. Her chest heaved with a labored breathing which seemed to be the letting go of all the tension at coming back.
"Things haven't been very good between us for a while," she said sadly. "Why is that Bob?"
He looked away and tilted his head to one side in a peculiar expression. It was not exactly confusion but it was totally equivocal. Then he shook his head.
"I don't know," he said. "Maybe it's just you and I have been working too hard. Let's not worry about it now Queen of Sheba."
He pulled her over on top of him and she felt his cock hard between her legs. She closed her denim-covered thighs around it and he laughed deep in his chest with pleasure.
"You've got the magic touch," he said softly as she ran her fingers down his nude chest. She traced a path around his nipples and down to the tense hard row of muscles on his belly.
"You're not so bad yourself," she said as he rubbed her ass under her jeans. His fingers moved down into her ass crack. It was wet andd she laughed a little when he found it so and smeared her juice up on her ass cheeks.
"I guess I'll always be horny for you," she said.
"You weren't for the past month," he said. "What's the change?"
"I guess maybe I realized how much I missed you," she said. "Or maybe I realize I was to blame. It was really a stupid idea getting that job and getting my parents pissed at me. If I want to be a doctor I have to study. As it is I'm flunking out."
He took her head in his hands and kissed her on the nose. They nuzzled their noses together and touched the tip of their tongues together smiling intently at the luscious feeling of union.
She rolled off him and stood in the middle of the familiar room. She stripped her clothes off slowly and stood in front of him naked.
He saw her lovely big form, more beautiful than he had remembered. Her thighs were srni oth and powerful as she stood looking down at him smiling. Her rosy nipples were so stiff he thought he could see them pulsing.
Her bush, always thick and darker than her long sandy-blonde curls looked positively tropical in its lushness.
She leaped onto the bed laughing and he tumbled her over on her back fucking her like crazy. In and out he plunged his penis, her hand rubbing desperately at his back.
She begged him to hurry. There was a hunger inside which made her moan and shake. She had to have him. Harder and harder it beat up inside until she was coming.
It happened so fast it caught her by surprise. Faster and faster her breath wheezed out of her and she felt his cock plunging at the back of her vagina.
She moaned and thrashed wildly on the bed, her heels beating at his behind. She pulled her head back and thrust her neck up at him as he nibbled there. His tongue made little patterns of delight on her neck until she was laughing and moaning at the same time with pleasure.
Her breath was like wine and he kissed her hard and deep. His tongue pushed at her teeth and she sucked him until he was moving as frenziedly as she was.
There was no time or need for preliminaries or tantalizing. The two of them were hungry for each other and all there was to do was to satisfy that hunger.
Faster and faster he rammed himself into her wet aching hole and shot full and hot there. His whole body seemed to explode and he screamed with the agonizing pleasure as he came into her.
She came again and this time it was his hot stream of come which made her shiver with the blasting pleasure and claw his back until it was marked red.
He rolled off her and nestled under her arm to wait until he was hard. But she couldn't wait. She slithered down his body and licked all over his back, ending up with her mouth at his crack.
Around and around his tight brown hole she pushed with her tongue. He sighed softly face down on the bed as she poked the tip of her tongue inside and then rammed it hot all the way up.
Higher and higher into the hot tight hole she pushed her tongue. His fingers clutched the sheet in gentle grasps of joy.
Harder and deeper she reamed out his hole until her tongue was all the way up his rear chute and she was moving her lips on his puckered anus.
Wiggling the tip of her tongue high up in his ass-hole she touched his sensitive glands and made him quiver like a wounded fawn. Harder and harder she wiggled her tongue and her teeth dug into the taut sphincter muscles around his hole.
He ground his ass up off the bed at her mouth and she grabbed his balls and cock in her two hands and fondled them.
She stroked at them until she could feel his penis stiffening. The foreskin tightened over the glans of his penis as she rolled it like clay between her hands.
Harder and faster she massaged his organ until it was long and hard. He felt her pull him one last time and he rolled over on his back She spread her legs and pushed herself down on him.
Deeper she sank and his cock slid soft and wet up into her excited vaginal hole. She quivered and sighed as the tip of his cock passed the delicate inner lips and pushed back all the way until she sat with his cock jammed high and hard up in her.
Then she slid her legs around so her feet were up by his head and her thighs lay alongside his chest. With his hands on her breasts she lay back slowly making sure his lovely hard penis stayed inside her all the way.
His fingers slid down her belly as she lay back. With her back against his shins his hands rested on her stomach and played with the curls around her clitoris.
Each time he touched her there she jumped like a stallion. He stroked her belly and massaged her clit until she was choking on her cries for more.
Around and around he moved his fingers and made her come hard. He bucked under her and the tip of his prick pressed against the upper surface of her vagina driving her wild.
Harder and faster he twisted and she felt her belly tingle where she touched him. Harder and harder she moaned and her head flung back and forth like a leaf in a wind. Her eyes were closed and she whinnied shaking her ass in time to his thrusts and caresses.
Each thrust brought her higher and higher until she was bucking against him savagely. In and out he creamed his cock and came hard. Spurt after spurt of hot cream shot up into her until she was moving in time to his beating savage plunges.
Faster and hotter she felt herself screaming and her breasts shook on her chest as she came. Shaking all over he loosed his come into her and spread it hot, satisfying and deep up inside.
The next few weeks were like some kind of academic nightmare for Sheila. But she loved it. She did nothing but study for her finals in order to save herself from failing.
Bob kept his job in the bookstore and they cut back on their expenses in order to have enough money to live on. She called her parents and had a long conversation with them, even apologizing for being abrupt with them.
They were still upset that she was living, not with Tammy. It hadn't been so long ago that they thought she was living in the dorm. It was hard for them to adjust to it in so short a length of time.
In their minds she was a slut and they didn't believe anything she said any more. But they loved her and they were very worried about her in their own way.
So when she called and they could tell everything was all right they were relieved almost in spite of themselves. When she got off the phone they sat down and sent her some money. There was nothing but a note saying how much they loved her, along with it.
Downing what seemed like gallons of coffee every night she managed to stay up and get in enough studying to keep her head above water.
She was so far behind in some courses that it seemed hopeless. But she kept plugging. By the time finals rolled around she looked like a ghost. All pale and hollow-eyed she just kept working away.
Bob was amazed and not a little impressed. He watched her study harder than anyone he had ever seen. She was absolutely indefatigable.
The week of the finals was more lovely than any week they could remember. The cloudless sky spread over the campus like a gentle haze, making everyone glassy-eyed with spring fever.
The flowers along the paths were so fragrant that it was hard to resist the temptation to lie down in them on the way to exams.
Everything seemed to fade in importance before the fact of just being alive with so much beauty. It was so easy to just sit on the grass and run your fingers through the green carpet, smelling the freshness.
But Sheila almost didn't notice the lovely weather. She was so dedicated to not failing that she worked night and day trying to make up in a week what she had missed over the course of a semester.
She had five courses on her schedule and slowly but surely she made up the deficit in four of them. But organic chemistry, undoubtedly the hardest of the five, was the sticking point.
No matter how hard she worked it seemed impossible to make up the incredible mass of a facts and concepts she had neglected to learn.
She sat, night after night, trying to drum the facts into her. It seemed hopeless. She was wallowing in the books and papers she had gotten from the library and people in her class. She began to feel like the textbook was her constant companion.
In a dream of coffee and ups she passed the week of exams. As luck would have it the organic final was the very last one and by the time it came around she was blind with fatigue. But then she knew after each final that she had passed it. In fact she thought she had "aced" one or two.
But the organic had her terrified. The night before she was up solid and by the time the morning light came through the window she was shaking. Coming down off the speed and sure she would never pass the exam she sat miserably in Bob's kitchen and felt as if the whole world were crumbling down around her.