Chapter 5
Pretty Lorna Yerkes was grateful this Saturday afternoon that her "Big Sister" Madge Trenton had condescendingly told her she might have the afternoon off. Lorna had no way of knowing that the insolently domineering sorority prexy intended to spend that afternoon with Noreen Grange, as a kind of compensation to the housemother for having denied the latter's request to take part in the "Hell Week" hazing ceremonies.
Lorna had tried to call her guardian this morning, but he hadn't been home. He too was busy elsewhere, having spent the night (and all the spunk he had saved up in his balls) with his henna-haired waitress. His dowdy wife had been called away to Toledo to be at the bedside of her seriously ill sister, and Lorna's guardian looked forward to an uninterrupted weekend of fucking, being sucked (for his girlfriend Jeannette preferred to French a man rather than be fucked) and also to catch up on his drinking. His wife, a prim churchgoer, had consistently forbidden him to keep liquor in the house all through their marriage.
Lorna was still very homesick for Lansing. She knew she was being a silly little cry-baby because here she was in college, with plenty of spending money and a chance to meet new boyfriends.
Her high-school grades had been outstanding, and that was why she had started this fall term in Northeastern before she was actually seventeen. However, this scholastic excellence in no way meant that Lorna Yerkes was a greasy grind; quite the contrary. One of the reasons she was homesick for Lansing was Bud Bradbury, a gangling, pleasant-faced brown-haired boy of sixteen who had been the senior class treasurer. She had had several dates with Bud and she had let him go farther with her than any other boy she'd ever known before. Her parents had died nearly three years ago in an automobile crash on the Pennsylvania turnpike on their way to New York to attend the Broadway opening of her father's smash hit play. Lorna, an only child, had loved her parents dearly, and had spent several summers in Europe with them. She was therefore precociously aware of the facts of life, though at the same time her parents had guarded her so vigilantly and explained to her about the dangers of sex before marriage that she had really had no opportunity to discover what a passionate piece of pussy she really was. True, she had learned the secret joys of frigging herself and had often eased a tension-filled night by toying with her dainty pink quim. But until Bud Brad bury had come along, she hadn't even thought very much about having a boy undress and kiss and feel her up and rub his cock over her inner thighs and just pretend to put it into her furry little nest.
Her "Uncle Benjamin" (the philandering guardian) had hired an elderly, motherly housekeeper to look after her. He had arranged for her entry to Northeastern to get rid of her so that he could systematically loot her trust fund, some of which he was spending on his waitress. If truth be known, he had had some vague aspirations towards seducing Lorna, except that she was far too young. Because she certainly had a delicious body, pale white skin, and a juicy pair of titties and springy young ass which he had noted with great interest at the time he had made the preparations for her parents' funeral and then the rearrangement of her orphaned life.
Bud Bradbury had stayed in Lansing last summer and so he and Lorna had been able to have a few dates. Lorna had been very dutiful about telling old Mrs. Clarke that she was going out with Bud and even taken the precaution of introducing the affable brown-haired youth to the housekeeper who had thoroughly approved of him. Mrs. Clarke had never suspected that inwardly Lorna was seething with curiosity and nascent sensuality for a real loving-up experience. So it had been easy for Lorna to arrange a few movie dates with her dreamboat.
On a sultry August night, after a movie, Bud had taken her to the nearby drugstore for a double chocolate soda and then, his face reddening, muttered, "Honey, my folks aren't home and they won't be for another couple of days. Darn it all, I want to kiss you good and hard. But I won't make a real pass at you, Lorna sweetie. Would you come home with me just this once?"
Lorna's heart had started to pound very fast and she had blushed scarlet and hurriedly sipped her soda to hide from him the agitated state of her emotions. There was nothing she wanted more in the world, but she realized it would be rather brazen to say as much. Finally she looked up at him and nodded, "But only for a few minutes, Bud. I do have to get home, 'cause Mrs. Clarke might get worried about my being out so late.
They had walked hand in hand down the darkened residential streets to his house, and Lorna had felt more and more wicked as she ascended the steps to the big old rambling porch and watched him fumble in his corduroy trousers pocket for the key. And then when they had gone into the lobby way, he had carefully closed the door, he'd turned to her, put his arms round her and kissed her hard on the cheek, missing her mouth in the darkness. She had just about melted, and she could feel her pussy twitching and she just wanted to die, she was so happy.
"Oh, Bud!" she had breathed, "I like you so awfully much, I really do! Kiss me again!"
He had obliged and this time found the right place. The pressure of his male lips on hers, the feel of his hands against her waist, had made her tremble with desire. She knew, of course, how babies were made and how a boy put his prick into a girl's pussy. She was scared of having a baby to be sure, but she had been so lonely living all by herself in the big old house with Mrs. Clarke that she just had to have some affection. And her guardian didn't have too much time for her and he'd told her that he was going to send her away to Northeastern where she wouldn't know a soul.
Finally Bud Bradbury broke off kissing her and took her hand and led her up the stairs to his bedroom. Her legs were like jelly as she crossed the threshold, because she hadn't ever been in a boy's bedroom before. He flicked on the light and she gasped, "Oh no, please, Bud honey, I-I feel so ashamed-"
"I've gotta look at you, baby, 'cause you're really terrific!" he had breathed.
His judgment was unerring, indeed. Lorna Yerkes, five feet two and a half inches in height, her dark brown hair coiffed in a thick long pageboy with the ends turned under, her face round and sweet and with huge, very expressive dark-blue eyes, already boasted a pair of upstanding, widely spaced, firm round titties which her tight pullover sweater molded out prick-hardeningly. Her calves were saucily rounded, her thighs were delightfully curved if a trifle short. But her bottom would have tempted a whip master, with the full, ripe, resilient hillocks thrusting out almost insolently against the tight cling of her pleated white cotton skirt. There was a broadening crease which separated those luscious nether cheeks, giving access to her temple of Sodom. And these charms, together with her pale white soft skin, made her one of the most fuckable morsels of virgin cunt on campus.
Bud took her in his arms again and his hands unerringly went to her plump bottom cheeks, which he squeezed as his mouth crushed against hers. Lorna's breath was taken away, but she instinctively wrapped her arms around him and returned his kiss, standing on tiptoe to do so.
As he held her tightly up against him, she couldn't help feeling the bulge in his corduroy trousers, prodding against her tender pussy. The tingling intimations of those secret joys she had learned with her own finger began to besiege her fiercely.
They didn't go the limit that night, because Lorna's own fearful doubts about the dangers she could hazard by going all the way kept her from it. Also, Bud, who shyly confessed to her that he had only had one girl ever before, didn't have any condoms in the house at the time. But what had happened had been enough to make Lorna Yerkes dream at night here at Northeastern of the day when a strong virile boy like Bud would come along, strip her naked, fondle and kiss her, and finally open the soft pink lips of her itching pussy with his fingers and thrust his big hard ramrod as far as it would go inside of her.
He had managed to remove her sweater and unbutton her blouse despite her blushing protests. He had stuck one hand inside her bra and fondled her tittie and tweaked her hard nipple until she had almost fainted with pleasure. His other hand had gone under her skirt and petticoat and begun to tickle her plump pussy through her thin panties. It wasn't long before Lorna Yerkes was lying on the edge of the bed Bud turned on his side to her, his left hand still buried under her skirt and his right hand fondling her naked breast for he had by then unbuttoned her blouse and removed the bra completely.
When he started sucking her nipples, she had almost fainted again and piteously begged him, "Oh Bud-please-oh don't, I'm scared-I want you so, but I'm scared, I don't want any baby-oh darling, it feels so good, just t-tickle me thereoh I'll do anything for you, but I won't f-f-fuck, I'm scared!"
And so finally taking compassion of his own agony-because she could see how his prick was straining at the leash to be liberated and dig into her furry nest-Lorna Yerkes had blushingly, closing her eyes, groped for his fly tugged down the zipper taken out his cock and fondled it until suddenly he uttered a cry of agony and delight and filled her hand with his juice.
She had never tasted such paradise. His pussy tickling had made her come, and when she finally got home, her first act was to hurry to her bathroom, lock herself in, and wash out her panties completely so that old Mrs. Clarke wouldn't see them the next day and wonder why the crotch was all moist.
It was a brisk, sunny Saturday October afternoon, and Lorna Yerkes decided that she would treat herself to one of those whopper hamburgers and a double chocolate soda over at Denby's. Lots of the kids at school lived nearby and went home over the-weekend, so Denby's wasn't usually crowded on a Saturday afternoon. She pushed open the swinging doors, looked around for a booth, and espied one at the very back. She was moving towards it when suddenly a familiar male voice hailed her: "For gosh sakes-Lorna-Lorna Yerkes!
Her eyes widened, and then she turned scarlet with delight and blissful confusion. It was none other than Bud Bradbury, sitting in a booth by himself and getting up to hold out his hands to her.
"B-Bud d-darling, I-my gosh, I didn't think you were-you mean you're going to school at Northeastern?"
"Uh huh. Dad decided he and Mom were going to take a second honeymoon cruise to South America this fall, and he asked me where I'd like to go to college, so I picked here. You know why?"
"N-no," Lorna faltered, knowing it was a white lie.
"Because you're here, baby. Come one, sit down, I'll stand treat. Hey, Miss!" he snapped his fingers at a pretty young waitress passing by.
After they had had their snack, Bud informed her that he had been pledged to a fraternity but wasn't sure he was going to join. He was at a rooming house right now, about three blocks away from campus. And he wanted to know if she found anyone steady yet. Lorna shook her head, too happy to talk. She was starry-eyed. And all of a sudden she knew that if Madge Trenton made her life hell by using that damned old paddle on her behind, there was at last someone near and dear to her from whom she could get ample consolation ... because she had just made up her mind that she was going to lose her cherry as quickly as possible to Bud Bradbury.