Chapter 2
The next day she went to the woman's dean and told her simply, "I'm sorry, but I'm withdrawing. I wonder if I can have a refund."
"Withdrawing," the woman's dean asked in shock, "My dear, you only came yesterday. Could you tell me why you're leaving us?"
"No, it's a personal reason," Donna said earnestly, "I wish I could tell you, but I can't."
"Well, we can't refund you the full amount you've paid, my dear. It takes our time and money to matriculate students, and if you'll read our bulletin you'll see how we handle the refund problem."
"I don't have a bulletin with me."
"Here," the woman's dean said coldly, and she handed her a bulletin. It read. If a student withdraws within two months after entrance, one half of the tuition is returned. After three months, one third, and after four months nothing.
"You mean I'll lose half the money I paid in here-"
"Only if you leave," the dean reminded her.
For a moment she balanced the outcome of what she was doing. She knew how much she hated to disappoint her mother in spite of her pushy, bossy ways. But, she also knew her own resolve; to find a college man who was loaded, and would marry her. Going to New York with Charlie was a far-cry from the marriage she had set as a goal, but he was rich, and he did turn-on with her. Quickly calculating the risk in her mind, she repeated, "I must go-so I'll have to suffer the consequences."
"Then, my dear, sign this release, and we'll send your check to your home."
"Can't you give it to me now?" Donna demanded, as she quickly read the standard release form.
"Why, no," she replied brusquely, "We just deposited your check today, and it's our policy to wait at least ten days before granting refunds so we don't have the problem of bouncing checks."
"I see," Donna said quietly, as she signed the release.
"Alright, now, you will hear from us within a couple of weeks, and we're sorry to lose you, dear," the dean said mechanically.
"Oh, I'm sorry to go. Thanks for your kindness."
"You're welcome, my dear. Good luck to you!"
"I'll need it," Donna told her.
And then she walked out of the office, and out of college forever. A one day graduate, she mused.
She went to the Student Center where Charlie said he'd be waiting for her, and hopped in his convertible and took off.
"Isn't it great to be free?" he exclaimed.
"We weren't in the prison very long," she reminded him.
"Too long for me," he insisted.
As they drove through the towering mountains with the leaves changing colors as they donned their fall garb, Donna felt happy. And so did, Charlie.
"This is a real adventure for me," Charlie said, "My old man would kill me if he knew I dropped out after one day."
"I don't know what my Mom would do," Donna said thoughtfully.
The distance to New York City was so great from the college, they had to stop overnight at a motel.
"How are you going to sign in?" Donna smiled.
"Man and wife-but I always use a phony name," he nodded, as he got out of the car and went to sign in.
"Let's not bother to take our luggage out," he suggested, "We'll be starting out early for New York so we don't need to waste time with a lot of luggage."
"Alright," she said, "I'll just take my over night case."
She picked up her overnight case, and he took his small shaving bag, and they went into the room. It had a king size bed, and he instantly bounced on it.
"What are you doing that for?" she asked him.
"Just testing," he chuckled.
After they had both taken a hot shower, they slipped between the sheets.
His arms went around her, and he was kissing her all over again.
"I'd like to have you go down on me and blow me," he suggested.
"Alright," Donna agreed, and then her tongue made a trail down to his penis, and she seized it.
"First, baby, why don't you eat my ass out."
"What?" she asked, wondering if she'd heard him right.
"You know," he laughed, trying to make light of his request, as he reached up and brought a pillow down under his buttocks. "Eat ass-hasn't anybody ever sucked on your asshole?"
"God, no," she told him flatly.
"Well, I'll make a deal with you, honey. You suck my ass out, and I'll eat yours-how's that?"
Donna was reluctant to go along with Charlie. She had no idea what would pop into his mind. But, he was spreading his buttocks with his hands, begging her, so she tried.
"Just stick your tongue out and lick it," he urged her.
She let her tongue lash out, and then she whipped it around his tight, quivering anus. He got so excited that he had gotten her to do this for him down there, his spine tingled, and his body began vibrating.
"What's wrong?" she asked him, as she moved away for a minute.
"Nothing," he assured her. "You just got me so turned on with your tongue, honey, I'm shaking."
Then, she went back to her licking action, and suddenly let her tongue stiffen and slide up his hot, tight anus. ;
Charlie reached for his penis, and pumped it.
"Hot baby," he panted, "This is loving. Me jerking off, and you eating my ass out."
Now, Donna was deriving some enjoyment from the licking action. At first, the whole idea frightened her off. But when she actually .got down there, and saw how he responded she knew it must be a fantastic sensation a tongue sliding up an asshole could produce, and she couldn't wait till Charlie kept his word, and tongued her there.
"Oh, baby, that's it," Charlie panted, "Now, we're fucking-fuck it."
His hand pumped rhythmically, as her tongue tried to keeppace with his hand.
"We're in sync," he panted, as he felt her tongue driving up his hot, tight anus, and he methodically pulled on his penis. "Keep it up, baby! That's it! Lash it!"
Lash it, she did.
"Suck it out," he begged her, "Eat my sweet ass, baby, eat it-ass is good for you."
Charlie's dirty talk, turned her on still more. She let her eyes look at him there, and his blond, round buttocks, looked so vibrant, and healthy. His anus contained a small amount of golden hair, and was incredibly tight. It took a lot of drive and force to get her tongue sliding the correct way.
"Oh, baby, now you've got it," he enthused when she finally got it going way up there. But by this time he was so near coming, he had to tell her to stop and suck.
"I'm going to shoot it in my hand, honey if you don't stop sucking on my asshole," he warned her, and then she pulled out, and grabbed his throbbing penis and started sucking. He was delighted that she was such a fast learner. He'd taught her about all she knew sexually, and she was a good student.
"Not so fast, honey. The object is to keep it pleasurable, but not to let it go off. When it shoots, that's it, it's all over."
She forced herself to move slowly over his penis. And by not rushing it, she was able to give him more pleasure.
"Go way up and then way down on it," he suggested, "That's it, honey. Ohhh, now, you're doing it. Suck it! Keep it up, suck that cock!"
She continued sucking on his penis until he shot his rocks off.
Reaching down, he held her in place, "That's it, baby doll, hang in there," he told her, "suck it, suck that cock."
She didn't move her mouth off his rod until she'd finished him. And then, throwing the bedcovers back, she suddenly straddled him. She threw her legs around his chest, and had her vagina close to his mouth.
"Honey," she smiled, "Remember, you promised."
"You don't have to beg me to eat a cute chick's ass and suck her well," he smiled, "I'm always ready." Playfully, he opened his mouth, and flitted his tongue different directions in the air. And then, she moved up. His hands gripped her thighs, and he whispered, "Lower, honey. I can't reach you with my tongue."
She lowered herself, and then his tongue whipped out and he began licking all around her tight anus.
"That feels fantastic," she told him, "Keep it up. Shove it up there, honey. Ohhh, yes, I like it, I like it."
He kept the tongue jabbing up her behind, and soon he saw the juices dripping from her blonde triangle. He wasted no time, sliding his tongue out and just as quickly inserting it inside her.
There was a wonderful feeling being held by his strong hands as he let his tongue flip and slide all around inside her hot vagina.
"Keep it up," she begged him, "Don't ever stop loving me."
His eyes closed, as he let his tongue stab her gash. She bore down on it, and he quickly bit lightly into her clitoris. This excited her completely.
"That's it, bite down, baby, bite down," she begged. And then, she gushed. She realized how effective that simple bite on her sensitive clitoris had been. Lapping up her juices, he enthusiastically swept around inside her with his fiery tongue. She cried out in her newfound sexual ecstasy, "Eat my pussy, eat it-suck that pussy."
He loved hearing her use those words. And when he pried off her, licking his lips, he looked up at her with his happy blue eyes, and exclaimed, "We really turn-on with each other, don't we, honey?"
"Oh, yes, we do," Donna smiled, as she lay beside him. "And tomorrow will be one of the biggest days in my life."
"Mine too," he told her, "I can't wait to see New York. I've never been there before."
"I hear it's awfully expensive," she confided.
"It is, I suppose," he said nonchalantly, "But I have a little money."
"So have I," she smiled, "precious little."
"I never worry about the next day," Charlie grinned good naturedly. "Everything always works out for me when I don't worry about things."
They both went to sleep and the next morning, Donna got out of bed before him, and took her shower and got dressed and ready to go.
Charlie straightened up, "What time is it, honey?"
"Just seven thirty," she told him, glancing down at her watch.
"What in hell are you doing up at this hour?" he smiled.
"I'm anxious to get to New York."
"You must be," he replied, and then he slowly slid out of bed, walked naked into the bathroom, urinated and then took a shower. When he had come out and dressed, he said, "You know it almost feels like we're married, doesn't it?"
"In a way, it does," Donna admitted.
"What do we need a scrap of paper for, anyway?" he smiled. "As long as two people dig each other-that's really all that counts, isn't that right?"
"Of course," she nodded.
"Let's have some breakfast here," he suggested, "We can save time because we won't have to hunt for another spot and take more time."
"Alright," she agreed, and then they went to the motel coffee shop and ordered a light breakfast. After that they headed on for New York City.
"If anybody had ever told me I'd be doing this," she smiled, "I would have said they were out of their mind."
"Me too," Charlie laughed. "But, what the hell, you have to have a little fun."
"Do you have any idea what kind of job you're going to get when you get to New York City?" she asked him, frankly wondering how they would survive.
"I haven't given that much thought," he told her.
"What kind of work can you do?"
"I've never worked very much," he admitted, "I guess my folks spoiled me."
"But, you're a strong young man. You can find a lot of jobs, if you want to."
Suddenly, Donna was seeing Charlie in an entirely different light. At first, she thought of him as someone who could bring her all the pleasures she'd missed in her own life. The mention of his father's oil wells triggered a syndrome in her mind; oil equated with mansions, expensive cars, yachts. But, now as she spoke with Charlie about his future, she knew she had indeed gotten herself into a blurred future, and with no security of a marriage license, Charlie could drift in and out of her life at will. Yet, there was one problem! She'd become so turned-on with him, she couldn't leave him.
"I'll find something," he said, looking straight ahead, "But don't bug me, do you mind?"
"I'm not trying to bug you," she said quietly.
"I guess you're not," he said edgily, "but my Dad is always on my tail telling me I'll never amount to a tinker's damn unless I buckle down, and go to college. Now, I'm cutting out, and frankly, I have no idea what in hell we'll do."
Many thoughts raced through Donna's mind. She wanted to go back to college in the worst way. College could offer her a chance to carve out her own career, and also she might meet some young man who'd be on his way to a professional career. She had looked at Charlie, and he was handsome, confident and when he mentioned his parents being in oil-he had to say no more. But now that he'd told her the truth; that he was practically disowned by his father. And when he let her in on the fact he was perpetually defiant, she knew she might well face no future. And then he turned and looked at her with his soft blue eyes, and said, "I'll bet your sorry, aren't you?"
"Sorry?"
"Sorry you left college to come with me," he said evenly. And somehow, the imploring look in his eyes seemed to tell her she meant an awful lot to him. And knowing she meant something this much to someone else was a beautiful new feeling she hadn't had before.
"I'm glad," she said, reaching over and patting his thigh.
"Are you on the level?"
"You bet I am," she told him frankly, "And when we get to little old New York, we'll find our way-you and me-as long as we stick together."
"Oh, Donna," he glowed, "I've wanted a woman to talk to me like this all my life. You have faith in me."
"Of course I do. What's happened in the past is gone, tomorrow is another day, and today is the greatest day in our lives."
"One way or another," he said, "we're going to make it big."
His hand went out to hers, and as she felt his strong hand grip hers, she felt a surge of strength rush through her. In spite of all the odds against them both, Donna determined they would find themselves in the big, lusty city of New York.