Chapter 1
From far away the voice crept into Brent's consciousness and he stirred. He was beginning to slip back into sleep when the voice came again. "Brent, time to get up, honey."
With a tired sigh he rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. Suddenly, the bed began to jump and bounce with a squeal of springs. He sat up with a start and saw his sister bouncing wildly beside him.
"Oh damn, Brenda, cut that out," he said crossly and reached out to jerk her to a stop.
"Come on sleepy head, roll out and shine. It's another beautiful day."
"It could be as cold as a witch's tit and snowing like hell and you'd still think it was a beautiful day." He pushed the black curls back from his eyes and glanced intently at her. "What time is it anyway?"
"Almost six. Mom's got your breakfast ready."
"You don't have to be at school until eight-thirty. Why do you always get up so damn early?"
His eyes swept over her as she sat cross-legged before him almost as if for his inspection. She was wearing her quilted robe and he knew from the way her firm young breasts jutted so far apart that she wasn't wearing her bra yet. He caught her staring down at him and he knew she could see the bulge where he had begun to get an erection. He shook his head, his own sister.
"Beat it, kid," he growled quietly, "before I rape you."
She jumped from the bed as he made a playful grab at her. She went to the door, glanced down the hall toward the kitchen and then came back. "If mom wasn't here, maybe I'd let you."
"That's what you always say, but they have a nasty word for a guy who screws his own sister. I just couldn't do it to you."
She smiled demurely and pointed at the rapidly expanding bulge beneath the covers. "When you get that hard you can." Suddenly, her hand yanked at the sash of her robe and she held it open for him. He swallowed hard as his eyes took in her lush, young body, mature and well-developed for her age. Her breasts were high and delightfully tipped with rose-colored nipples. Her body tapered to a narrow waist and roundly flaring hips. Her stomach was smooth and flat and below was the triangle of curly dark hair that hid from him her most private area.
Seeing his sister like this brought back the vivid and hateful rumors he had heard ever since his father had disappeared when she was a baby. Again he was resolved that one day he would ask his mother again about his father and the ugly rumors he had heard.
Still holding the robe open, Brenda came toward him. Her eyes were riveted on the covers which had taken on the shape of a tent.
"Let me see you, too," she whispered in anticipation.
"You better get out of here before mom-" Brent could feel the excitement consuming them both.
"Be fair, Brent. I let you see me, now let me see you."
He glanced at the door then lifted the covers away. He always slept nude and his penis was distended and standing stiffly up from his stomach, throbbing slightly.
Her eyes widened as she saw the huge shaft.
"Gosh, Brent, it's so big. How could you ever get it all into a girl?" She was almost hypnotized as she came towards him.
"Brenda, is Brent up yet?" At the sound of her mother's voice calling from the kitchen, she quickly closed the robe and retied the sash. Brent dropped the covers and jerked his head toward the door.
"Yes, he's finally awake. He's coming." She called and moved toward the door. She paused and turned to give him a pleading look and then she was gone.
Brent ate his breakfast quickly. When he had finished he carried the dishes to the sink and gave them to his mother. He gave her a peck on the cheek and went to the bathroom to shave and finish dressing. As he scraped the soft down from his face he studied his reflection in the mirror.
He was ruggedly handsome with dark curly hair and fine features. He was neither tall nor short. His shoulders were wide and powerful and his waist small with narrow hips. But his most outstanding feature was his magnetic personality and charming smile which drew the females to him by the score. The charm was so powerful that his own sister was a victim to it.
He dressed quickly and returned to the kitchen where his mother was putting away dishes. "Your lunch is on the table." She turned to receive his kiss. She always insisted he kiss her on the lips. "Be careful, darling."
Brenda came in as he went through the living room. She caught him at the door and held her face up to him. "Me too, Brent," she whispered and kissed him full on the lips. He was disturbed by the taste of her. He had always considered his girl friends more exciting than a sister, but her lips had excited him.
He got into his second-hand car and backed into the street. The image of his sister's nude body haunted him all the way to the service station where he worked. He was resolved to have a talk with Brenda about being such a wanton. Hell, if he didn't some bastard was going to come along and make her pregnant. He wondered if she had already had relations with any of the boys at her school. He was almost positive that she had.
Buster was sitting in the office when he drove into the drive and parked in the back. He went through the office on his way to the stockroom to put on his overalls. St. John sat back and beamed at him. "Well, well, if it isn't my bright-eyed and bushy-bottomed gift to womanhood. And how are you today?"
"Sleepy as hell," Brent grinned at him. "From the way you're so damn cheerful, Gloria must have given you some good times last night."
"And this morning, too. It's those quickies I get in the mornings that puts the bloom into my cheeks." Buster laughed and pounded Brent's shoulder roughly.
"If that's what makes you so agreeable I think I'll call her and tell her to give it to you every morning, Brent punched his boss back playfully.
"Not every morning. I'm too old. A guy could screw himself to death that way. Say, how about you? Did you score last night?"
"Naw, my girl's on the rag."
"Now ain't that a damn shame. Every time Gloria goes on the rag she gets downright mean. You can't hardly talk to her." He grinned lewdly at Brent. "So what do you do when that happens?"
"She gives me a rain check."
"A rain check! Oh hell. Why don't you just ask for a substitute? like a blow-job. A screw between the tits. In the ass or ear. Anything's better than a rain check for some pussy later."
"You're a D.O.M., " Brent laughed and shook his head.
"What the hell's that?"
"A Dirty Old Man." Brent punched him again and went on to change into his work clothes.
Brent was disturbed as he started working on the car. He hated to get an erection without satisfying himself. His sister had put him in the condition and he had not gotten his release. The light banter with his boss concerning sex had not helped his frame of mind. Brent was always careful when he worked on cars but this morning he was reckless.
"Son of a bitch," he swore as the wrench slipped and a layer of skin peeled from his
I I knuckle on the edge of the manifold. He was sucking at the drop of blood when St. John stuck his head into the repair section and winked coyly at him. "Hey Brent, some babe wants you on the phone. Sounds like she's got hot pants for you."
"Screw you." Brent winked back as he went into the office. "Hello?" he said and licked at the trickle of blood again.
"Hello, tiger." A low suggestive voice tinkled in his ear. "Miss me?"
He recognized the voice of Susan Clinton, one of the girls he had dated most frequently. Hearing her now was beginning to bring back his need for a girl. He placed his lips closer to the receiver and lowered his voice.
"Miss you, honey? I always miss that hot pussy of yours. I'm getting a load on just thinking about it."
She laughed softly. "Why don't you come over and unload then?"
Brent was not surprised at anything this girl would say or do. He had arrived at the conclusion that she enjoyed sex as much as he, himself, did.
"What about your old lady?" he asked.
"It's Wednesday."
"Oh yeah, I forgot about the card games. She gonna be gone all afternoon?"
"Like always, and guess what, champ? I found one of dad's rubbers so you won't have to jerk it out before you blow your balls. You can leave it in until you die, if you want."
"Them things ain't foolproof," he warned her. He could feel his loins beginning to stir and he eased the expanding bulge in his trousers to a more comfortable position.
"Dad don't use no cheap stuff, and mom's only had two kids and I happen to know they screw almost every night. Besides, I found some jelly I'm supposed to use, too."
"How do you know they screw every night?"
"I said almost every night. I got ears and when dad shoves it to her he makes all kinds of noises. Hey, can anyone hear us talking like this?" Her voice was suddenly apprehensive.
"You're on party line," he laughed. "Go on, you're talking the good old American way."
"Would you rather just talk about it, or don't you want to come on over and do it?" Her voice was almost pleading.
"Honey, are you getting horny?" He was smiling to himself and trying to let his stiffening penis straighten in his trousers.
"Tiger, I need it now. I haven't had you in there since last Friday night and you didn't finish me because that bastard turned on his lights and scared you off. Remember?"
"Oh sure, but I'm working. I ain't rich like your old man." He enjoyed teasing her this way. It made him feel good to have a girl like her asking him for it.
"You'll be off for lunch in less than an hour. I'll be ready and waiting. Don't be too long, please."
The receiver went dead and she hung up. He replaced it in its cradle and turned to find St. John watching him with a lewd expression on his flat face.
"Man, you got a hard-on fit to split your pants. I never saw a chick who could make a man stand like that just talking on the phone. What did she do, invite you to come over for a quickie?"
"As a matter-of-fact, she did," Brent grinned at him. "Shit."
"No kidding. She wants me to come over and shove it in right now."
"Who?"
Brent laughed and went over to punch him playfully on the ear. "Maybe some day I'll tell you. Maybe I'll even let you climb on for a ride."
"Shit."
"Don't you want to?" Brent pretended, surprised.
"Some day you're going to be too quick getting that thing out to stick it in some strange pussy and it'll be gone."
"It never goes in the first time, Buster. I'm always careful where I shove it."
"All right. Go get that car fixed and out of here." St. John seemed a little angry as he pushed past Brent into the office, dismissing him with a curt nod.
Brent was trying to get his mind off the girl and onto the job he was doing when his fellow mechanic came in. He waved cheerfully at Brent and went on into the stockroom to change into overalls. When he came back he caught Brent's mood almost immediately.
"What's up, Brent? Why the long face?"
"Ah, Buster got pissed off because my girl called me up. I kidded around with him and he got sore. He's a funny one. Friendly as hell one minute, and the next he tries to chew your butt off."
"Ain't it the damn truth." The boy nodded and grinned at him. "Cheer up. That hot little wife of his will get him in the right mood again. Say, what ever happened to Francis?"
"Hell, I don't know. I turned her over to you and that's the last time I saw her. Why?"
"Damn if I know. I took her out a couple of times and one night she let me get into her pants, but when I wanted to fuck her she backed off. After that I couldn't get her on the phone anymore."
"Why didn't you just go by and see her?"
"I did but she never was at home. You think I got bad breath or something."
"Or something," Brent laughed. "Look, do me a favor and finish putting the cover on here for me, will you?"
"Where are you going?"
"I got a date for lunch," he winked.
"Lucky prick," Chuck growled enviously. "Chew off a piece for me, too, will you?"
"What's the matter, can't you get your own?"
"Hell, I haven't been able to find any fresh tail since that damn Francis cut me off. How about fixing me up with some more gash? I'm getting tired of doing without."
"Okay, okay, I'll see what I can do. Finish that car off for me will you?"
"Oh sure, I'll fix it. But don't forget me."
"Keep your pants on."
"That's exactly what I don't wanna do."
Brent waved and went over to change his clothes. He suddenly was in a very big hurry to get to Susan Clinton's.
Susan Clinton's father was a well-known lawyer and as a result they resided in one of the best neighborhoods. The homes were large and spaced far enough apart to insure a measure of privacy for the people who lived in them. It was this privacy Brent was thankful for as he pulled into the long curving drive and parked at the side of the house.
He did not see the face at the window of the servant's quarters over the huge garage. He went to the side door and found it unlocked. As he slipped through the door the face at the window disappeared.
He went through the big house and up the curving stairway to the door he knew well. His heart began to pound as he turned the knob and slipped into the semi-dark room. It was cooler here than the rest of the house and he knew she had turned the air-conditioning control far down. He liked it cool when he was with her.
He could feel his loins beginning to awaken when he saw the figure lying on the bed. This was what he had expected. It was part of their old game for him to walk in and find her pretending to be asleep. He stood beside the bed and took in the lovely body only partially concealed in the thin blue baby doll gown. Her breasts were clearly visible and the ruddy nipples centered on each was lax and large. He loved the way they puckered into kissable hubs under his caresses.
Quickly he stripped off his clothes and was struggling with his shoes when she rolled toward him. He saw her stretch languidly and favor him with a slow smile as she cupped her breasts and offered them to him.
"Brent, come here."
He threw the last sock aside and with his organ jutting stiffly before him went to the bed. She raised the baby blue material about her throat and he bent to take the dark red spot in the center of her breast into his mouth. He felt the nipple harden and slip between his teeth. His right hand found the other breast and he began to tease that nipple awake also.
His lips were drawing hard at her nipple when her hand found him. He felt the organ leap into her palm and began to throb in her grip. He pulled his mouth from her nipple and placed his lips to hers. Her tongue slipped between his teeth and sought his own.
She pushed him back a little and her voice was a weak whisper, "The rubber, it's under the pillow."
"Not yet," he answered, and captured her lips again.
His hand slid to her thigh and the loose elastic of the baby doll pants were no barrier to his seeking fingers. As his hand slipped beneath the material her legs began to spread for him. His fingers found the coarse curly hair that protected the entrance and slipped into the hot moist trench. As his finger found and entered the opening, her arms tightened about his neck. Her teeth were cruel and painful to his lips and tongue.
Finally, as the first moments of passion began to subside he stood and she removed the blue material and lay back nude before him. Her hand slipped beneath the pillow and withdrew a small package from which she proceeded to remove a rolled thin rubber sheath. As he stood, grinning down at her, she carefully placed the lubricated cylinder on the tip of his throbbing organ and rolled the sheath over the shaft.
When she had finished, he threw his leg across her and straddled her as she took the greasy shaft and guided it into the place where, only moments before, his fingers had become coated with the slippery fluid that had been drawn from deep within her. As he lowered himself into her she drew her legs high so that her knees rested against his armpits. Quickly, he began to slam into her and she abandoned herself to the sheer pleasure of his sheathed shaft pistoning deep inside her.
For long moments he lunged at her and finally with a cry she bit her Up and became taut. Then, as her climax was spent, she relaxed and permitted him to continue to his own fulfillment. Suddenly, the muscles of his legs tightened and she felt the hot fluid jetting from his jerking organ and collect into a hot, soft ball within the confines of the latex sheath.
"I like this better than having you pull it out and squirt all over a towel," she smiled at him. "It feels much better, doesn't it?"
"You better believe it. But I hate to think what would happen if that damn rubber had a hole in it or a leak." He lowered himself heavily upon her and permitted her to stroke his back as his shaft became limp within her.
"It's getting soft," she said unnecessarily.
"What do you expect after I've blown all the starch out of it?"
She began to laugh and the ripple of her stomach against his infected him and they both laughed long and hard. The feel of each other's bodies shaking against the other kept them going until tears sprang to their eyes.
Finally, she pulled his head down and whispered into his ear, "Can you do it again?"
"Do you want to?"
"Yes, but let me get on top. I'll do all the work."
"What about that stuff in the rubber? It can make a hell of a mess if it gets out."
"I'll clean you up first, then I want to fuck you. You just lay back and enjoy it, okay?"
"Okay."
He closed his eyes and permitted her to work the greasy sheath with its oily load from his shaft. She left the room and he heard water running. Finally she returned and a cold cloth covered his stunted organ. He gasped as she began to work the rough cloth over the head and then the coldness left. He shivered when he felt her lips encircle his penis.
He opened his eyes to protest but she pushed him back. "It's the quickest way to make it hard, besides, I want to."
He relaxed and watched the shaft begin to expand as her tongue and lips reawakened him. As he quickly reached his full length she sat back and spread her legs. He watched her unwrap a small package and carefully place what appeared to be a small blob of wax within herself and push it home with her finger. "Now we'll see which is best, a rubber or the jelly."
She placed her knees on both sides of him and lowered herself over him until the point of his shaft was at the opening into which she had just placed the jelly. She lowered herself until he was fully inside and he could feel the wax ball riding the tip of the stalk deep into her. As she began to slide herself up and down on the fleshy rod, they both became so enraptured they did not notice the door opening slightly.
For a long time she raised and lowered herself and Brent watched her breasts jiggle in time to her movements. Suddenly, he raised his head in a shaky voice and said, "You better get ready to jump. I'm about to blow my nuts."
"Go ahead, tiger." She was grunting and talking was difficult. "Let it go. That jelly will keep me from getting knocked up."
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to hold back, but her motions brought the hot fluid spurting from his for the second time. Now the friction of him inside her disappeared as the fluids lubricated the shaft and the overflow ran down to mat the hair to his loins. Suddenly, she settled full upon him and began to lurch as the pleasure coursed through her. He reached up to cup her breasts and his fingers were cruel to the nipples.
With a low moan she fell forward and her breasts, which still rested in his palms, were flattened painfully between them. As their lips locked and tongues darted at each other, she began to relax as her orgasm spent itself. Finally, the discomfort of her breasts caused her to sit up.
"We better get up before we screw ourselves to death."
He could only nod and grin weakly as she drew herself away and let his rubbery organ slip from her and slump limply and wetly between his legs.
She looked down at him and began to giggle. "You look like you got three balls."
"I feel like I got nothing left," he said thickly. "How about let's take a bath together and I'll get back to work."
She took the cloth and wiped at the stains before they turned and went arm in arm into the bathroom. Behind them the hall door closed quickly, quietly.
As she bent over to place the plug into the drain, Brent stepped up behind her and slipped his finger into her slippery wet canal. He probed as far as he could and shook his head. "Boy, that glob of gunk is way up in there. How you gonna get it out?"
She wiggled her buttocks until he withdrew his exploring finger and wiped it on her naked rump. When she was satisfied with the temperature of the water, she straightened and moved around him to seat herself on the commode. "I'll piss it out." She wrinkled her nose and blew him a kiss. She shuddered and smiled, "Here it goes."
When she finished they got into the tub together and began to scrub each other with the rough cloth. She winced and gritted her teeth when he started to sop out her slot. They took a long time to finish their bath.
Finally, she climbed out and began to towel herself off. When he stood up and her eye caught his stiffening penis, she shook her head. "You're getting another hard-on, tiger. How many times can you do it anyway?"
"As long as I got a pussy to put it into." He grinned and reached for her.
She threw the towel into his face and darted from the room. When he came out she was just finishing the task of dropping the melons of her breasts into her bra. She turned to let him snap the catch at her back. As he slipped into his own clothes he watched her draw a pair of brief panties into place about her hips. She pulled out a thin yellow summer dress and slipped it over her head.
She watched him as he put on his socks and shoes. When he finished, she turned to let him close the zipper of her dress. She slipped her feet into a pair of shiny new loafers and stopped before him. "How did you like it that time, tiger? Wasn't that better than trying to sneak a quickie in the back seat of your car in the drive-in?"
"Honey, that was the best piece of tail I ever got. You're the absolute best cunt operator I ever bellied up to." He kissed her hard on the mouth to add emphasis to his words. She melted into his arms for a long moment then pushed him away with mock distress. "Tiger, you're gonna get your ass chewed off if you don't get going."
He gave her breast a gentle squeeze. "Honey, after what I got it'd be worth every bit of it. Say, where are you going?"
"I told Alice I'd pick her up at school and carry her over to Jo's house. You're not jealous, are you, tiger?"
"I would be if some other stud got his pecker into your pants. That little cunt belongs to me, and only me. Right?"
"Right." She gave him a light kiss. "Now get moving. And don't forget to call me."
As he stepped from the house, he glanced at his watch and winced at the time. "Boy, St. John's gonna have something to say to me when I get back," he muttered. He was unaware of the eyes staring at him from the window of the servant's quarters. Behind that window stood Renee De Sallis, the Clintons' French maid.
She was beautiful and she was completely nude. A fresh tampax had just been inserted to absorb the red trickle. She had watched Brent go into the house and afterwards she had followed him. She had waited until she could hear the sounds of their lovemaking before she had opened the door and with pounding heart, watched them give each other release and satisfaction. For her, there was no release. She cursed her monthly illness.
As she watched the car turn and speed away into her mind came the all too real visions of the handsome young lion as he buried his huge weapon within the thighs of the master's young daughter. It was when she had taken that delicious shaft between her lips and began to make it grow again that Renee had her most uncomfortable moment. Her throat had ached to take it herself for that was one thing a woman could do even when the monthly illness rendered her lower orifice useless. When the young girl had crawled over him and began to impale herself upon his spear, the look of such sublime joy on their faces had been almost too much for her.
She had returned to her room and stripped away her clothes. She paced like a sleek beautiful animal about the apartment. She had stopped before the mirror a number of times and carefully inspected the full lovely body with which she had been blessed.
And now she began to remember the time she had been so sure her master Clinton was going to ask her to share his bed. The mistress had gone on a trip with the youngest daughter and the oldest had gone to a prom dance. The master was alone.
That night he had kissed her on the lips and asked for more drinks than he usually consumed. He had kissed her more and ordered her to remove her uniform and bra. As a good maid would, Renee had obeyed and for a while had administered to her master's wishes, clad only in a pair of black panties. Then, as the drinks began to affect him, he had drawn her down onto his lap and she could feel the hardness of him beneath his robe. As he began to fondle her and kiss her about the breasts, she had slipped her hand beneath the robe. She had thought he would like that.
He had become angry. She shivered as she recalled his livid face as he had ordered her to return to her quarters above the garage. She had gathered up her uniform and brassiere and fled before his vile language. She had been willing to accept him and give her love in return and his actions had deeply wounded her.
The damage to her pride had been greater than either of them realized at the time. His profound apologies the following day had done very little to soothe her injured vanity. Ever since that day she had sought to assure herself that she was attractive and desirable to the young men who called on the master's daughters. If she were ignored, she became the more determined to seduce them.
She caught herself fondling her left breast and drew her hand quickly away. With a low moan of dejection, she turned to seek something to relieve the pent-up emotions within her. She stood before the mirror and studied her beautiful nude reflection. She withdrew the tampax and saw that the tip was already stained red. She carefully replaced it and picked up her gown from the bed.
She slipped into the gown and threw herself across the bed. She picked up a French language book and tried to let it capture her interest. She put it aside and switched on the television until she found an old love movie. She watched it through and finally, in the waning hours of the afternoon, she slept fitfully.
When he arrived at the station, Brent found Buster sitting at his desk making notations in the books. St. John's jaw was set in a hard line and Brent knew he was angry. He went in and stood quietly until his boss chose to notice him. He put his pen down and glanced up at him. He stroked his jaw and studied Brent's handsome features before he started berating him.
"Look Brent, I don't mind if you go out and knock off a quickie for lunch, but it don't take no two hours to do it. You owe me an hour, or I dock you an hour. Which will it be?"
"That's up to you, Buster. I'll accept whichever you decide."
"All right, I'll let you make it up." His eyes softened. "Look Brent, you're my right hand man. When I'm not here, you're in charge and I want to be able to depend on you. If we turn our backs that damn Chuck Reeves will walk all over us." He paused and began to drum on the desk with his fingers. It was a sign he was thinking.
Finally he shook his head and smiled at Brent. "You're a damn fine mechanic and if you can keep your pants zipped up you'll go a long ways. I wish I could be like you and go out for some fresh pussy when I want it. Get your ass back to work and don't let it happen again." He was still smiling but Brent knew he had better be careful. "Okay, Buster, and thanks a ton. You won't be sorry."
As he turned away he glanced back over his shoulder. "By the way, did Chuck get the
Buick finished?"
"Yeah, he's gone to take it back to the doc now. Hey, there's a car pulling in now."
Brent turned and went out the door as a car pulled up at the pumps. It was a green convertible with the top down. As he went around the car he glanced at the license plate. It was from Texas.
As he leaned on the door to smile at the young girl behind the wheel he noticed her dress had slipped higher than its already short length, presenting him with a view of very lovely shapely legs. "Fill it up, Miss?" He asked automatically.
"Yes, high test please." The voice was nice too.
He went around and flipped the dials to zero. He twisted the cap from the filler pipe and inserted the hose nozzle. He set it on automatic fill and retrieved the bottle of windshield cleaner and a paper towel. He was studying the young girl behind the sun glasses as he wiped the windshield.
He saw that she was very lovely and the sweater was in good taste, not tight and clinging but outlining the breasts delightfully. Her legs drew his attention again.
"Like what you see, Brent?"
He was stunned. He forgot to wipe the windshield and stared hard at her. Behind the sunglasses he could see a very pretty smiling face that was vaguely familiar. She reached up and removed the glasses. Her eyes were a deep blue and mocking him. Her face was flawless with just the right amount of makeup.
"Don't tell me you don't remember me, Brent," she chided him.
"I'm sorry." He swallowed. "I don't usually forget pretty girls, especially those who know my name. Give me a hint."
"You took me out in the back yard one night and made love to me behind the barbecue grill while we watched my mother wash dishes and dad feeling her up."
"Mary, Mary Ann Davidson. Damn, that must have been eight or nine years ago. We were just kids. Where have you been?"
His surprise began to give way to pleasure as he thought of that night he had taken a flat-chested wisp of a girl under a hedge and relieved himself of a desperate need for sex brought on by a date who had brought him to the brink of expectation by permitting him liberties with her body. She had gone home afterward without permitting him to get his release. On his way home he had cut through back yards and found her on the back steps of her home.
She had just been one of the neighborhood girls he and the rest of the older boys had seen but never bothered. She had been dejected when she was left out of a game of doctor because she wouldn't make a good patient. "Just because I haven't got breasts," she had complained.
"They take your pants off and feel you down there," he had warned her. "They strip you naked when they give you the examination."
She had turned to him and suggested, "Let's play doctor, just the two of us. I'll be your patient."
"Right here?" He had been shocked and excited.
"Well, we could go out and hide behind the barbecue. I'll let you take my pants off and feel me there too. Come on."
She had dragged him out under the hedges and after a brief examination he had prescribed an act of sexual intercourse to be administered by himself and obtained his relief, jetting the adolescent sperm into the grass between her knees.
The sound of the gas pump shutting itself off brought him back to reality and he realized he had a bulge pressed against the side of the car. A flat-chested kid in his memory giving him a hard on, damn. He looked down at her and he wanted to repeat what he had done to her so long ago.
"Lost in thought, Brent?" She was taunting him. "Did the memory of little old me give you a hard on?" Her eyes had caught the bulge.
He took a deep breath and finished wiping the windshield. He went around and carefully hosed more gas into the tank until it was topped off. He turned the pump off and replaced the hose. When he came back to her she was holding a credit card out for him. As he started to turn away he saw her purse from which she had taken the credit card open on the seat beside her.
Her hand was inside but in her open palm lay a small card with pills sealed in numbered pockets. She was pretending to read the numbers. As he paused she smiled coyly at him. "Birth control pills and I haven't missed a one, Brent. People enjoy it better when they don't have to worry about getting pregnant." Her eyes locked with his. "Aren't you going to ask me for a date?"
Brent took the card and went into the station to press the name and numbers onto a charge slip. He paused at the pump to fill in the totals then handed her the clipboard to sign the receipt. As he tore off the copy and handed it to her he said, "Sorry I'm acting shitty but the boss don't like for the help to get chummy with pretty young customers and he's watching. I'll check your hood."
He handed her the trading stamps he had removed from his shirt pocket and went around to raise the hood. He made the necessary checks then closed the hood. Going back to her side he smiled at her. "Can you pick me up at the drugstore across the street about five thirty? Then we can talk about things." He deliberatively added a hint to the last word and this brought a smile of pleasure from her.
"Be ready, lover, I don't like to wait. By the way," she added as she started the motor, "can you get a good bottle of bourbon before I pick you up? You do know someone who can get it for you, don't you?"
"I can get it myself. I know the guy who runs the store." He winked as she pulled away.
When he went into the office St. John was leering. "If I didn't know better I could almost swear you managed to make a date with a chick from Texas just like that." He snapped his fingers. "As damn good looking as you are I wouldn't be surprised if you managed it and got into her pants the same night."
Brent leered back at him. "I do believe you're jealous of the old Lenzini charm. If I made a date with her you can bet your ass I'd be in her pants before the day is over alright."
He went into the shop and proceeded to put new tires on some rims that had been left. After finding it difficult to balance the wheels correctly he willed the girl completely from his mind and gave all his attention to the work.
On his way through the shop, St. John stopped to watch him. "I wonder what's keeping that damn Chuck. It shouldn't take him so long to deliver the doc's car. Maybe I oughtta fire his ass."
"Chuck's a good worker and good mechanics are hard to find. Give him a few more minutes, he'll be along and I bet he has a good reason for being late."
"Maybe he stopped off for a quickie like you done." Buster growled. "If he's shoving that thing into some kid on my time I'm not giving him the same break I gave you."
St. John was in the toilet when Chuck finally came in. He went straight to Brent. "Boy, you should have seen the tail on that chick I saw awhile ago. Say Brent, when you gonna fix me up again?"
"You had better have something to tell St. John about why you been gone so long. He's kinda pissed off," Brent warned as Buster came into the shop.
"Where you been, Chuck? The doc only lives about four blocks over."
"You'll be glad I'm late. One of his neighbors has a car he wanted me to take a look at. I told 'im he'd need a rebuild job on his transmission. He's bringing it in tomorrow."
"Good boy." St. John said simply and went into the office.
"Screw you." Chuck muttered softly. He punched Brent on the shoulder, "When you gonna fix me up? Man I need some pussy bad."
"Why don't you try to find your own pussy for awhile. Every time I fix you up you're in such a hurry to climb on you scare them off. You gotta play it cool."
"Man, I try. But when I got that hairy hole there with me I just gotta get into it. I'm horny as hell all the time."
"That's just your tough shit. The next time I fix you up you better keep that thing in your pants until she's ready to spread it for you or I ain't gonna fix you up again. You got that?"
"Sure Brent, sure, I'll behave."
"All right, help me finish balancing these damn wheels."