Chapter 9
Gordon felt himself starting to cream up between the strange girl's widely held thighs, directly into her flaring hot pussy. "GOD, SHE WAS GOOD CUNT!!"
"OH HONEY OH HONEY OH HONEY!!" he cried, feeling her start to cum down heavily against him as he thrust in upward between her obscenely parted legs. They were standing against the wall at the back of the Dug Out bar, outside, and the summer night was dark around them. In the back of his mind, Gordon thought he might just like to get to know this girl better, but first, he thought as he felt the strength of his orgasm passing, first I'll have to get her to wear different clothes ... not so flashy. And then, her hair ... she couldn't keep on wearing it like that.
The girl sensed that he was distracted and started to pull away from him slowly.
"It was good," she said candidly, but already she wanted to get back to the bar. The guy she was with was acting kind of strange, and she didn't really feel like getting involved with more weirdoes.
Gordon entered his apartment just as Carolyn was leaving hers with her new found boyfriend.
"Hey, Carolyn, when you get back stop over to my house," Gordon called.
"Sorry, lover," Carolyn cried, "Hot date tonight, but maybe tomorrow!"
"Sure ... that's what you said yesterday!" he complained.
"Yeah," Carolyn replied, taking her new friend by the arm, "But you never know ... sometime I might really come over. Why don't you find yourself a nice steady girl? I'm not really your type!"
The 17 year old boy and the 24 year old woman stood happily in the frizzling rain at the entrance to the thruway. No one would have noticed the difference in their ages, because they were dressed almost exactly alike, in tight jeans and sweat shirts. But Sharon's full blown hips and nakedly thrusting breasts beneath her thin shirt were immediately apparent to the first car that stopped for them. The sign that they held read "Buffalo" in big printed letters, for that was their first stop as they headed west. They smiled at each other as tenderly as ever as the big Chrysler stopped, and the window whirred softly down on their side. It was air-conditioned inside, and a pretty redheaded woman smiled out at them in a charming manner. The man beside her at the wheel leaned over to invite them in.
"Hop in, kids... we'll take you all the way ..."
Sharon and Guy jumped in the back seat, lugging their backpacks in with them. The car started up again so quietly that they weren't really sure they were moving at all.
"Do you kids drink or smoke?" the redhead asked. As she said this she passed back over her head a flask and two marijuana joints. "Harold and I like to journey slowly and comfortably. And we do hope that you are not in a hurry!" she purred.
Guy and Sharon accepted both offers and could hardly contain their excitement at their good fortune. And from the way Sharon felt a certain well known tingle between her legs, she could tell that this was going to be a most leisurely journey indeed.
"I think they want to fuck us," Guy said confidentially to the pretty companion with him, who was still his very own brother's wife.
The car slipped easily through the rain headed toward Buffalo and points West.
"Who wouldn't?" Sharon replied, "But then, look at them, don't we want to fuck them, too?"