Chapter 1
The young sailor had caught Janis's eye from the moment she'd come into the bus terminal. He was tall, trimly built, with curly black hair and a bronze tan that seemed even darker against the crisp whiteness of his uniform. Just the kind of man I'd like to know better! she thought. Especially on a miserable trip like this.
She put her suitcase down at the luggage counter, handed the reservations agent her ticket, and turned to look over her shoulder at the bench where the sailor was sitting. Their eyes met quickly and he smiled, nodding his head just enough to indicate that he, too, was feeling the vibrations. Janis lowered her eyelids and gave back a sultry, promising smile.
"You're going to Tobinville?" the agent asked.
Not hearing him, her full attention directed at the sailor and the little game their eyes were playing as each scanned the other's body, Janis ignored the question.
"Miss? Miss!" The agent tapped her shoulder and Janis jumped in surprise. "Your destination is Tobinville?"
"That's what it says on the ticket, isn't it?" she cracked.
"I just wanted to make certain there was no mistake."
"The only mistake," she said with a touch of bitterness to her voice, "is that I am going there, not that I'm not."
The agent gave her a blank look for a moment, then went back to scribbling notations on her ticket. "That's one-way, right?"
"I'm afraid so," Janis sighed. "At least for now."
The man gave her a wan smile and handed back the ticket. "Give this to the driver when you board," he said. "That will be gate number ten, loading in about fifteen minutes."
"Thank you," she murmured. You're not too bad, either, she thought, giving the reservations agent a quick once-over. Testing her intuition, she gave him a smile and a quick wink, then almost laughed as she watched his cheeks turn a bright pink. Eat your heart out! she laughed to herself as she stuffed the ticket into her purse and moved away from the counter. She could feel the agent's eyes following the rhythmic sway of her behind as she moved slowly across the floor to the passenger lounge. It didn't bother her. In fact, Janis would have been upset if a good-looking man didn't look twice at her. Very few failed to.
At eighteen, Janis was the epitome of sexy young femininity. Her breasts were full, gourd-shaped, strong enough to support themselves without the aid of a bra. Naked inside the tight sweaters she usually wore, their gentle slopes burst suddenly into two thick, bright-pink nipples which pressed out against the clinging wool like hard rubber nubs. Her thighs curved gracefully from flaring hips, always generously exposed by the shortest of miniskirts, so that when she sat down it was almost possible for a man to look right up to the flimsy, black lace panties she almost always wore.
Janis was not a tall girl, but her flaming red hair was usually teased high on her head, emphasizing her height. Her face had the fragile quality of a china doll with its tiny, button nose and sculptured cheeks, but her eyes made sure the look she gave a man was taken for anything but innocent. A sparkling, sea-deep green, she emphasized their sultriness with exotic eye-shadow and extra-long false lashes, so that when she batted them at someone it was a sure bet he'd think twice about what might be on her mind.
Usually that something was sex. Since she'd first begun to change from a little girl into a budding woman, Janis had taken a liking to sex that just wouldn't quit. It was almost like an addiction sometimes. No matter how much of it she got, she was always looking for more. Just about every man she met, she mentally undressed and fantasized in her mind what it would be like to go to bed with him. The number who'd interested her enough to do more than fantasize had already surpassed her ability to remember them all. On more than one occasion she'd been startled to find out that a man she thought she was conquering for the first time had already been to bed with her!
It was this obsession with sex—and having it with one man in particular—that had brought her to the bus terminal that morning, in fact. Believing that their baby daughter was getting in deeper water than she could handle with a boy named Rocky—and not knowing that Janis had been floating quite contentedly over her head for years already—they were shipping her off for a "quiet" summer in Tobinville, where her older sister Peggy lived, hoping that a few months away from the temptations of big city life in Chicago would have a beneficial effect on her.
As she sat down on one of the terminal benches, Janis glanced at her watch. Ten minutes before boarding time. She was looking forward to this trip with all the excitement of beginning a three-month jail sentence. She and her parents had visited Peggy once a couple of years ago, before she got married, and even then Tobinville had seemed like the end of the world to Janis. It was what she considered a one-horse town. Small, typically mid-western, with one main shopping street, a few bars, and a dozen churches. During that first visit she'd made a crack to Peggy about wanting to see how they rolled up the sidewalks at night, but it had gone over like a lead balloon.
"I happen to like this town," her sister had emphatically declared.
You would, Janis remembered thinking at the time, for Peggy had always seemed the exact opposite of herself. Whereas Janis was wild and reckless in everything she did, Peggy had the conservative habits of a woman twice her age. The perfect wife and mother, Janis thought disdainfully. Well she can keep her apron and warm cookies. I'll take a see-through nightie any time!
Safe from her parents' condemning eyes, she fished into her purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. It seemed so impossibly square to her that in a day when most kids were smoking pot, hers would still object to just plain tobacco. She put one of the filters between her lips and was about to pull out her lighter, when suddenly her hand released it and she got up from the bench. Slowly, her hips swinging seductively, she crossed the lounge and stopped in front of the sailor.
"Pardon me," she murmured. "Could you give me a light?"
The boy's eyes rose slowly up the bare expanse of her legs, paused with a lingering glance at her protruding breasts, then met her eyes. He swallowed hard and fished out a pack of matches. As he struck one, Janis bent to catch its flame on the end of her cigarette, realizing full well that as she did so the front of her sweater gave him a penetrating view of the naked tits inside. She let him take a good, long look, then blew out the match and gave him a broad smile.
"Thanks."
"N—not at all," the sailor gulped.
"Where you going?" she asked, her voice a throaty purr.
"N—new Orleans," he stammered. He wiped quickly at the drops of perspiration beginning to form on his forehead.
"On the nine o'clock bus?"
"Yes."
"What a coincidence! I'm on that bus, too, but I'm getting off along the way." She gave him a long, meaningful look before adding, "I sure wish I was going to New Orleans, though. I'd love to go all the way with you."
The sailor's throat bobbed so hard Janis thought he'd swallowed his Adam's apple. She puffed quickly on her cigarette to keep from giggling. Teasing men was the only thing she liked as much as having sex with them, particularly when they were as obviously hot for her as this sailor was.
She was about to make another double-meaning comment when a sudden shrill, female voice called out behind them and caught the boy's attention.
"Billy! Oh, Billy! Here I am!"
Janis turned and saw a rather plain, ordinary-looking girl rushing toward them. She was waving her arm, her face lit with a bright smile that faded instantly when she saw Janis. The sailor rose and put his arm around the girl, kissed her on the cheek and hugged her. "Hi, honey!" he said. "What took you so long? You almost missed me."
"I couldn't get a taxi," the girl explained, then shot a second inquisitive look at Janis.
Taking a long puff on her cigarette, Janis fixed the sailor with a meaningful glance that she made sure his girlfriend caught as well, then murmured, "See you on the bus," and walked back to the other side of the lounge. As she left, she heard the girl's voice raise and smiled to herself at the thought of the explaining the sailor would have to do about her.
She'd barely sat down again when her bus was called. She waited until she saw the sailor and his girl moving toward the boarding gate, then hurriedly crossed the lounge to slip into line just ahead of them. Ignoring him, she moved steadily forward with the crowd until it was her turn to step into the bus. She put one leg up, then purposefully dropped the ticket from her hand.
"Damn!" she muttered. She bent over to retrieve it and her miniskirt rode all the way up her thighs, exposing a good two inches of the seductively flimsy panties covering her dimpled behind. She fussed for several seconds, giving the sailor and all the men behind him an unexpected show, then straightened up and, smiling to the driver, handed in her ticket and got on board.
The bus was only half-full, but she selected a seat far in the rear. As she slid in next to the window, she caught the sailor's eye as he moved down the aisle. "Hi," she called. "There's a lot of seats back here."
Returning her smile, the sailor put his duffel bag up on the rack and sat beside her. His leg slid instantly against Janis's.
Well, well, well! she thought. This trip might not be as dull as I thought it would be! She glanced at the sailor's hands. The fingers were thick and long. A good sign, she had learned through years of studying men's anatomies. With no one else sitting around them, it wouldn't be long before she'd find out if that old saying was true in the sailor's case, Janis felt a surge of anticipation. Her eyes glanced down to his lap, but the white trousers were too loose-fitting for her to tell anything yet. There's plenty of time, she thought. It's a long way to Tobinville.
A sudden tap from outside the window startled her and she looked out to see the sailor's girl hopping up and down waving frantically. Her eyes glowered with open hatred as she motioned for Janis to get the sailor's attention.
"I think somebody out there is trying to tell you something," she murmured. And two guesses what it is, she added to herself.
The sailor leaned toward the window, then nodded and got up from the seat "Be right back," he muttered.
Like hell you will, Janis thought. That broad must be a mind reader! She pressed her nose against the window and watched as the sailor got off the bus and began talking to the girl. Both of them motioned excitedly with their arms for a minute as they exchanged words, then the girl turned abruptly and began to run back toward the lounge. A moment of hesitation, then the sailor ran after her and caught her in his arms. He nodded his head up and down and she flung her arms around him. When he got back on the bus, he gave Janis a sheepish look and selected a new seat far toward the front.
The bus pulled out a few minutes later. As it passed the loading platform, Janis stuck out her tongue and put her fingers in her ears, making a horrible face at the sailor's girlfriend. She laughed at the shocked reaction, then settled back in the seat and closed her eyes. Well, she thought with a sigh of resignation, it's not the first man I've lost and probably not the last, either. But it would have been fun doing it on a bus for a change!
Most of Janis's experience had been learned in the backseats of a few dozen cars parked along the lake-front in Chicago. Stretching out comfortably in the narrow confines of a small sports car was one of the few times Janis was glad she wasn't any taller. She seemed to fit just right in almost any make of car, with more than enough room to thrash her legs around and squirm all she wanted. In a big convertible like Rocky's, the backseat seemed almost as large as a double bed to her. In fact, she'd often teased him about having that seat custom made extra-large just for that purpose.
As the bus left the suburbs of Chicago and headed its way south, the steady rhythmic bouncing began to lull Janis to sleep. She was tired anyway, exhausted from the session she and Rocky had had the night before. Her mind drifted easily back, remembering in vivid detail those last few hours she'd spent with him.
"You going to miss me?" she'd purred as soon as the car was parked and the engine and lights shut off.
"What do you think?" Rocky beamed, his face broken in that broad grin that Janis found so masculine and sexy. He was a big, strongly built boy, a former lineman on her high school football team and one of the most promising rookies at State in his freshman year. His chest and biceps were so strongly developed, in fact, that he had trouble keeping a shirt buttoned and even the widest-legged pants seemed skin-tight when his powerful thighs packed them.
"How much?" Janis teased.
His grin widening, Rocky reached in the semi-darkness and took her hand, brought it to his lap and pressed her fingers firmly into his crotch. "This much!" he laughed.
"Ohhhh!" Janis giggled with appreciation and surprise. Her fingers tickled up and down along the metal zipper, then slowly began to work Rocky's fly open. "But it's so dark I can't tell how much for sure. Maybe I'd better take a closer look, huh?"
Rocky chuckled with delight and leaned back in the seat, stretching his brawny legs far out in front of him. "Yeah, I think maybe you'd better."
Janis's hand darted inside his pants and fumbled with the folds of white cotton underpants separating his flesh from hers. "I don't know why you wear these damn things!" she growled.
"Why do you wear them?" he retorted.
Her eyes flashed devilishly in the darkness. "Who says I do?"
"You mean you don't?" Rocky gasped.
"Not tonight."
"Yeah?"
"See for yourself," she challenged. Her stomach fluttered with excitement as she felt Rocky's thick fingers touch her bare leg and move quickly up in under her skirt.
"For crissake!" he laughed. "You don't have any on!"
"I wanted to make it easier for you," she purred.
Rocky's hand clamped tightly between her legs squeezing the fur-covered flesh expertly. "Oh, baby!" he moaned. "What that feeling does to me!"
"What it does to you?" she laughed. "It's not so bad for me, either!"
"You like it when I pet you like this?" Rocky murmured huskily into her ear.
"It makes me feel like a little kitten!"
"Ummm! Then I'll do it some more!" His fingers stroked back and forth between her legs, the thick end of the middle one insinuating its way slowly into the moistened slit each time he petted her. "Nice pussy," he murmured. "Nice pussy, pussy, pussy!"
"Purrrrrr!" Janis laughed. "Pussy likes that kind of petting!"
"So does Big John," Rocky countered, using the name Janis had playfully given to a particular part of him the first night they'd experimented with the secret places of each other's body.
"Does he?" While Rocky's skilled fingers continued to play with her, Janis's hand resumed its search inside the restricting cotton underpants. "Oh! He does!" she suddenly giggled, her hand at last finding and seizing the solid warmth of him. "I'll say he does!" She togged at Rocky's belt and spread his pants open enough to pull out her hand and the prize it held free. Her fingers explored him, surprised anew at the astonishing size and width. She'd been with a lot of men in her young life and seen a lot of prize penises, but if there ever were a contest for such things she was positive Rocky would win it pants down.
While his one hand continued to excite her, Rocky's other slipped behind Janis's head and urged her slowly down. "Big John's going to miss you this summer," he murmured. "Why don't you give him a nice kiss goodbye?"
"Would you like that?" she teased, but quickly wetting her lips in anticipation of one of her favorite things.
"I'm sure he would!" Rocky laughed, but there was a note of impatient tension to his voice and his hand pressed on Janis's head more urgently.
"Let's see!" Slowly, her head dropped to the big football player's lap, until her face was completely hidden from him in the darkness.
He gasped with delight as he felt the first warm, wet touch of her mouth. His hand tightened in her hair, pushing her further down, and his breath began to come ragged in his throat as he felt her tongue fluttering lower and lower.
"Oh, God!" he moaned. "You could send me right through the roof when you do it like that, baby!"
Excited by the pleasure she was giving him, Janis's head began to bob up and down with a steadily mounting rhythm. She knew Rocky loved it this way and she liked doing it for him. There was a certain thrill in it that she couldn't get any other way. A definite knowledge that she was in complete control of his pleasure—able to stimulate him to the point of no return just by the skillful way she used her lips and tongue, or give him the sharpest pain a man can get by simply clamping her jaws together when he least expected it.
The first time she'd ever taken a man had been this way, because he'd become frightened of doing it the other way when she told him she was only thirteen and still a virgin. Ever since that time, she'd had an unquenchable thirst for it.
Rocky's hips began to arch up from the seat and his powerful thighs tightened with each downward thrust of Janis's head. His breathing was growing louder by the second and the frantic stroking between her legs was becoming almost painful as he mindlessly rushed toward fulfillment Usually Janis didn't stop, knowing that after a while Rocky's potency would rebuild and he'd be ready to do it the other way, but tonight she knew there wasn't enough time for both. It was already late and her parents would have the cops out looking for her if she wasn't soon home to pack for the morning's trip.
Gently, her teeth nipped together, cutting the build of pleasure. She slipped her lips away from him and sat up.
"What's the matter?" Rocky groaned. "I didn't ... "
"I know you didn't, silly!" she laughed. "Do you think I can't tell when you do?"
"They why'd you quit?"
"Because I have to get home early tonight, and I've got something better in mind for right now."
"Yeah? Like what?"
Prying his hand gently from between her legs, Janis eased herself backwards on the seat until she was flat on her back. She flung her legs on either side of him, squeezing him tightly as she pulled him toward her. "Come here and find out," she murmured huskily.
Rocky hesitated just a moment, then turned sideways on the seat and rose up onto his knees. With a quick shove, he pushed his pants and underpants down to his knees, then lifted Janis' skirt up and bunched it around her waist. His head dropped and planted a lingering, tongue-wet kiss in homage to her womanhood, then he straddled her and eased himself slowly down.
Janis bit her lip as his weight sank onto her. Each time he entered her she was positive she'd never be able to take him without screaming in pain, but once he was inside, the pleasure all but overwhelmed her. They fit together so comfortably it was like a finger being thrust into a made-to-order glove.
"Ohhhh, baby!" Rocky grunted. "You got it!"
"So do you, honey!" Janis gasped. Her legs clamped him tightly, holding him steady while she adjusted to the awesome size within her. Then, her muscles relaxed and her libido raring to go, she began to gently sway from side to side in under him. Rocky took up the rhythm instantly. With a grunt, he lifted his immense weight and a moment later drove it back down on her.
"Like a knife in warm butter!" he murmured hotly into her ear.
"Let's see if we can't get it hot enough to melt the knife!"
Rocky needed no more of a challenge. His big body began to hammer at her, thrusting with such force and so deeply that each time he drove down on her she slid backwards on the seat, until her head was touching the padding on the side door.
"Oh, baby!" she sobbed. "Do it! Do it! Do it!"
Rocky grunted, his face broken out in sweat, his big muscles quivering as his buttocks rose end fell above her, seeming to come down deeper with each stroke. The muscles in his neck extended like thick cords. His arms were trembling as he tried to support himself above her while maintaining the deep thrusts that came faster and faster with each second.
Janis clung tightly to him, riding with him, her body rising up with his and falling back onto the seat each time his powerful thighs drove her down. Her head was exploding with pleasure, every nerve ending inside her raw with animal sensations. Her teeth snapped at his neck and cheeks. Her fingernails clawed over his back and down to the thundering buttocks. Her eyes rolled from side to side in their sockets and her breath came with shrill, frantic gasps.
"Are you ready, baby?" Rocky panted. "I—I can't hold back much longer!"
"Yes!" Janis sobbed, feeling a sudden fireworks of thrills burst inside her. "Now, Rocky! Let me have it now! I'm ready!"
He thrust down on her like a steamroller, his big buttocks clenching and tightening as he gasped again and again and again and finally slumped motionless on top of her. "Baby!" he laughed. "I don't know anyone who can get to me like you do!"
"The same goes for me," Janis assured him.
"Do you mean that?"
"Of course I do."
"Then why don't we do something about it?"
"We just did!" she laughed. "Your memory isn't that short, is it? Or am I losing my touch?"
Rocky lifted up and sat on the edge of the seat beside her, a sudden earnestness in his eyes. "I don't mean that. I mean why don't we make it permanent?"
"Permanent?" Janis pushed down her skirt and struggled to sit up. "What are you talking about?"
"You don't have to go away tomorrow. You could stay here with me if you wanted to."
"Sure. How?"
"By us getting married."
"Mar—!" Janis covered her mouth and began to laugh. "Married! Me?"
"Sure, why not? I don't see what's so funny about it. I thought you and I had a good thing going."
"We do," Janis said. "That's why it's so ridiculous to ruin it by doing something as stupid as getting married! Who needs it?"
"You do. I do. Everybody needs somebody to have for just their own."
"Yeah?" Janis cracked. "Well I don't. I need something like that like I need a hole in the head." She fished into her purse and got out a cigarette, took a deep puff and blew smoke at the windshield. "You'd better pull your pants up and take me home," she said. "This party's beginning to get stale."
Rocky seized her by the shoulders and forced her to look at him. "I'm asking you for the last time, Janis. Will you marry me?"
"In a word? No." She blew another cloud of smoke, this time directly into Rocky's face. "I'll go to bed with you any time you want it, honey. But not if a sink full of dishes will be waiting for me the next morning or if there's a bunch of screaming brats howling their heads off in the next room. That kind of crap doesn't appeal to me at all."
"What do you want?" Rocky demanded.
"I want to live!" she snapped right back at him. "That's what I want! To live!"
Those words, almost the last she'd spoken to Rocky, rang through Janis's mind as she stared out the big window of the bus as it drove slowly down the main street of Tobinville and pulled to a stop at the curb outside the one-room bus station.
"Huh!" she grunted. "Some living I'm going to do in a dump like this."
A familiar face stepped out of the small crowd waiting for the bus and with a wave of her arm, Janis recognized her sister Peggy. She smiled and returned the wave, then started to get out of her seat. Just as she did, a man came out of the station and put his arm around Peggy's shoulder. Peggy pointed and suddenly the man began to smile and wave too.
Janis stared in open-mouthed awe, too dumbstruck even to return the wave. "So that's Peggy's husband!" she murmured. "Maybe I'll be doing some living after all!"