Chapter 3
There was one thing that she had to say about Johnny. He was willing.
From the way that he was working now on her clitoris, it was obvious that he'd not only heard and understood what she'd told him, but that he was truly interested in doing a good job on her.
"Oh yes, Johnny," she moaned, and she didn't have to fake any of the emotion either, not that she would have anyway. But the fact was, that tongue of his was driving her crazy.
He continued touching the tip to her clit, pulling it away, and touching it again, doing it over and over, getting faster at times, but keeping the action simple and the same, repeating over and over again the same sequence of moves ... touch, release, touch, release....
One thing that Patsy had learned a long time ago, and that was that repetition was never a bad thing in sex. Doing the same thing over and over again, if it was the right thing, could become so delicious that it would blow her brains out, and she'd never get tired of it.
She quickly decided that Johnny had stumbled onto just such a thing.
Soon, he was varying it just a little, letting his tongue move from side to side every time he brought it down on top of her clit.
She began to moan, louder and louder, and began also to roll her hips from side to side, pressing them up into Johnny's face, pressing her buttocks down into the mattress, and then repeating the moves again.
She found that as he continued to lick at her clit, there was no way that she could remain still. It was starting to drive her crazy.
"Oh, yes, Johnny, yes, I love it, you're getting so good, so fast. I'm really impressed."
He didn't say anything, although he did look up at her skeptically.
He must not trust me, Patsy thought, and she had to admit that she couldn't blame him. She'd given him a lot of shit that afternoon, and it must have confused him a little.
But face it, she was also spreading her legs for him, and he was down between them right now, eating a pussy that was quite tasty and experienced, if she did say so herself. Surely that had to provide a little balance somewhere along there.
Johnny began to experiment with her pussy. She felt him sliding his fingers along her slit, felt him probing at her hole, and then she felt him sticking his fingers up inside her.
It felt good, and she rolled her hips even more sharply to try and force his fingers to increase their stretching action on her.
"Oh yes, Johnny, that feels wonderful. Please, harder, harder. Stretch me Johnny, please stretch me. I love it. I really do!"
He seemed to be fueled by her words, because she felt him immediately getting rougher with her, stretching the walls of her pussy more sharply than before.
He must be a little confused, thought Patsy. First she told him that less was more ... and now she was simply begging him to do it harder, harder, harder.
Well, that's just the way women's bodies were, and if he was going to get used to it, it wouldn't do him any good to try and make things logical for him. Explanations were bullshit against the real experience anyway. That's really the only way to do it, she thought, just let him go, and see what happens.
He was learning fast. It wasn't hard, because Patsy was a very vocal person when she made love.
All he had to do was to listen closely to her and he'd easily be able to tell what was working and what wasn't.
He buried his fingers as far as they would go, letting the other fingers on his hand remain outside her pussy, and positioning them so that they rubbed over her clit as the three that were inside her pressed against every membrane that they could encounter.
She was starting to get louder and louder now, and every time that he moved his fingers inside her cunt, she screamed.
From within her pussy, juice was being secreted at a faster and faster rate of flow. There seemed to be no friction whatsoever between his fingers and her pussy walls, and she kept feeling slipperier and slipperier.
Oily juice was getting smeared all over the insides of her thighs, and one time when she looked down at him, she saw that his face, his cheeks in particular, was also coated heavily with her cunt juice.
There was a bright sheen to his cheeks, almost as if he'd had a coat of varnish applied to him.
"You're getting all greasy," she laughed. "Well, that's your fault, I guess," he said, and continued eating her cunt.
She was impressed by his dedication.
In and out went his tongue.
In!
And out! And in again! And up and down.
His fingers were stretching her hole, his tongue was working harder and harder and faster on her clit.
Now, she suddenly found that she wanted him to go a little harder on her, but she didn't need to tell him.
He was still inclined to go too hard anyway, so she found that he was just about right for what she needed.
She was amazed by how much she needed this, and was also surprised to find how well Johnny was able to give it to her.
Yes, she thought, he was going to make a first class lover.
"Johnny," she moaned after a while ... "I want your cock. I want your cock in me."
He looked up at her, and once again seemed to be just a little boy who didn't know what he was doing.
"Oh, it'll be all right," Patsy said, thinking that maybe he was worried about coming too fast again. "I can keep you from shooting off."
"How," he asked, still sounding dubious of her claims and her intentions.
"Hey look," she said, suddenly feeling indignant, "what is it about me? It's my hair, right? You don't like multi-colored hair, right?"
"Well," he said, grinning, "it was kind of funny when you first started wearing it, but now everyone's kind of gotten used to it."
"Yeah," she said glumly, "everyone except my mother. She's still giving me shit for it. Fuck it, you ought to see me when I have the feathers in it also."
"I'm sure it looks grand," he said, getting up to his knees, and taking' his cock in his hand.
"Well, talk about taking matters in hand," she said, spreading her legs.
"I take it, this is part of what you had in mind?"
She sat up and stared at him.
"You take it? YOU TAKE IT? Where the fuck did you learn how to talk. My God, I've just finished saying, 'Johnny, Johnny, I want your cock' and you still don't know what I mean. Why the hell don't you get wise, boy?"
He looked sheepish, and once again she was reminded of just how fragile an ego he must have.
"Look, Johnny, I told you, don't pay any attention to me. I shoot off my mouth, all right? It doesn't mean anything. You take me too seriously. I don't mean for you to, but I guess I just take fucking more lightly than you do. Wait till you've been doing it for a while, you'll see what I mean."
He looked hurt.
"I could never take sex lightly. It's a serious matter. It's almost ... well, it's almost religious."
She looked at him. Right, she thought. What a weirdo.
"I don't want you to pray to me, Johnny, I want you to fuck me, but to be perfectly honest about it, I'm starting to have doubts about whether or not you really have heart in it. Now ... are you going to get down to business, or are you going to stand there with your dick in your hand?"
Once more he grinned sheepishly. It was starting to become him.
"Y-you'll have to s-show me where ... I mean ... oh gosh...."
She smiled and then she laughed, but it wasn't a malicious laugh.
"That's what it is, isn't it? You're not sure what the fuck to do and so you're stalling."
He nodded, not looking at her.
She reached out and touched his cock. It had, in spite of all their talk and his obvious discomfort, retained its tumescent state, admirably, under the circumstances, she thought, and she now pulled his stiff shaft toward her cunt.
But first, perhaps a little fellatio....
"You want a little head?" she asked, impishly.
He frowned. "What's wrong with my head?" he asked.
She started to laugh. "That's not what I meant ... oh gosh, you really don't know anything, do you?"
He sat up, anger breaking out all over his face.
"Well dammit, if you'd stop wasting time reminding me of it every ten seconds and instead show me a thing or two, maybe I could change the situation."
Patsy was surprised. It was a healthy sign. He was finally going beyond his self-consciousness about being naive, and getting into the mood of really learning. Patsy, old girl, she told herself, I think we're going to have ourself a fine time with this boy. But he'll need to be brought along smoothly. Can't push him too hard, or else he'll bolt. You need to play him in easy, so that he won't even know he's been caught until it's too late for him to do anything about it.
She stroked his hard prick lovingly. "This is what I meant by head," she said.
Lowering herself to his groin, she opened her mouth and took the glans of his shaft in between her lips.
He started to moan again, right away in fact, and remembering how easily he'd lost his load the last time, she kept her thumb and forefinger positioned directly behind the mushroom shaped head, ready to squeeze the instant he sounded like he was coming. Better yet, in case he was a silent comer like some men, she'd tell him.
"Johnny, all you have to do, if you feel your balls starting to go out of control, is say "I'm coming" or "Now!" or something to give me a signal. Do you understand?"
He nodded. She nodded with him. "You still do that better than anyone I know," she quipped, but he didn't seem to notice.
She started to lick up and down his shaft, making a soft, wet surface with the inner lining of both of her lips, and pressing down onto his cock.
She slid her head up and down, and the soft surface of her lips, pressed back by the pressure of her head, slid over his cock smoothly and easily.
"Now!" he said all at once, and just in time, she squeezed right behind his glans. He looked on in wonderment. "Wow, that was great," he said. "It went right back down."
She smiled. "I know. I can keep you stiff for hours, if you want."
He still looked a little dazed, and so without waiting for an answer, she started to lick his shaft again.
Dropping down to his balls, she cradled first one, then the other, and then both of them in her mouth, being extremely careful not to press down hard on them or bite them, or otherwise get carried away with herself. She was past the point of wanting to taunt him. Now, all she was concerned about was making the afternoon a pleasurable one for both of them.
He seemed to be gaining confidence too, because as she was deep-throating him, he began to pull at her body, coaxing her to shift positions, bringing her buttocks around to his face. As she continued to suck his cock, she felt his tongue once more probe the sensitive flesh between her cunt lips, digging deeply into her pussy hole, and fluttering with expert precision over her clit.
She was starting to get a little carried away again, but that's the effect that he was having as he moved his tongue in and out and up and down and all through her wet, dripping pink slit.
"Oh Johnny, you're getting so good, so fast. Oh, GOD, YES, oh, don't stop!"
He sucked on the flesh around her clit. It was loose and wrapped about her clit in gentle folds, and as he sucked harder and hard, it all went inside his mouth, clit and all.
She felt his teeth come in contact with her clit, and then, he began to actually chew on it, nibbling constantly, with an occasional hard burst to go with the continual movements.
"Oh, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OHHHHHH!! ! "
She was rolling wildly on the bed now, letting his cock stick loosely in her mouth, sometimes clamping down hard on it, sometimes just letting it hang between her lips.
She suddenly went rigid, as Johnny hit a particularly sensitive nerve with his teeth.
In reflex, she bit hard on his cock.
She heard him cry out, but didn't pay any attention, simply started sucking on it again and jamming her hips up against his face.
She heard him moaning more and more loudly, and then he cried out, "NOW!"
She wasn't sure at first what he was talking about. Then she remembered. He was coming again!
She quickly squeezed his cock, hoping that she'd been in time, and studied the tiny slit in the center of his glans, waiting to see if anything would come out.
She finally saw a large droplet of clear liquid emerge and run down the surface of his glans, but she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that no more seemed to be following it.
She held his glans once more in her mouth, let a large batch of her saliva flow out of her mouth and run down the sides of his shaft, and forming a ring out of her forefinger and thumb, she began to stroke his cock very rapidly, working her tongue over the head all the while.
The effect on Johnny was profound.
He closed his eyes, and seemed to drift off to another world.
She rolled her head around, pivoting it on his cock, sucking hard, making sure that she covered as much of the surface area as she possibly could.
He started to buck his hips hard against her face, and the head of his cock shot straight into her mouth and all the way to the back of her throat.
She found it difficult to breath, but the sensation of his thick cock filling her mouth and throat was stimulating enough that she managed to work around it, and managed to keep it where it was, without suffocating.
He was still playing his tongue over her clit, doing so with more and more ease and grace.
It was like electric shocks were shooting all through her body, growing more and more intense all the while.
She would have been moaning and babbling incoherently by now, but the cock in her mouth prevented her from doing so.
She'd even forgotten that he might need special attention from time to time to keep him from shooting too soon.
She'd actually forgotten most everything ... her name, her address, the year, the day, why she was doing what she was doing....
All she could focus on was the fact that a bomb seemed to be going off between her legs, and the damn thing just kept going off, relentlessly, unceasingly, and every single time, it seemed to be stronger and stronger.
Finally, she could stand it no longer.
She pulled her head off of Johnny's cock and squirmed out from under his body.
Turning around, she looked him in the eyes and said "You don't need to learn a damn thing. All you need to do is fuck me, but you need to do it right now, or else I'm going to go crazy."
He was in no mood to argue.
He pushed her back on the bed, and even though he probably still wasn't too sure just where to put everything, he didn't falter.
She watched as he reached down to examine her pussy once again, making sure that he knew where the hole was.
Were there two ... nope. Good. Just checking it out.
Then, he held the head of his cock tightly in his hand and leaned down, bringing it closer and closer to her pussy.
She spread her legs, and put her fingers on either side of her pussy, pulling it wide open, just to help him out.
She felt the head of his cock touch her body! It was scraping right along the super-charged flesh of her cunt. He moved it up and down, letting it slosh through the drenched membranes of her stretched cunt-lips.
And then, like a golf ball, he found the hole, and let the head settle into the indentation, slowly pressing aside the walls that encircled it, forming the rim.
Patsy began to moan, but she didn't lose herself enough to forget what was going on.
She wanted to keep this one for as long as she could. So, just in case he might have any thoughts about shooting off before his time, she squeezed his cock one last time behind the glans, and then began to press forward with her hips as he pressed into her.
She felt him slowly enter, felt her cunt opening more and more to receive him.
He was large, and long ... not the largest cock she'd ever seen, but one of the largest that she'd ever gotten into her body. He didn't know a lot about using it yet, of course, but just the feeling of that thick piece of meat sticking right into her was more than enough to drive her out of her mind. She thought to herself, in one of her last moments of coherence, that if someone ever taught him how to use that thing to the fullest, he'd be the most deadly weapon since nerve gas.
Further and further, deeper and deeper, pulling out a little now to fully coat the part that was already in, then shoving again for deeper penetration.
He was filling her up. There was a look of concern in his eyes, as if he wasn't sure that he could even get it all the way in without coming, so she pulled his ear down close to her lips and said, "I want to fuck you for a long time, you hot stud. Make sure that you let me know when you're going to come. I don't want to waste a cock like you've got."
He nodded, seeming relieved by her statement, and then, with one massive lurching jolt of his hips, she felt the last of her cunt spread apart as he plowed all the way into her back wall.
She sucked in her breath in a tortured gasp.
"I feel you! You're in me. Oh God! So deep. So full!! ! "
He, for his part, said nothing. He simply held himself inside her, letting her pussy caress his cock with its muscle movements.
Patsy had well developed cunt muscles, capable of sending ripples up and down whatever cock was buried inside her.
She began to work over the sides of Johnny's shaft now, literally chewing it up with her cunt.
"It's like it's alive," he said in amazement.
"It is. And so are you," she responded in a breathy whisper.
Their hips began a slow dance, moving in perfect synch with each other.
Up and down, in and out, back and forth, his cock was alive, was in constant motion inside her.
He pulled out, almost all the way, till the ridge of his glans was locked perfectly within the circular rim of her hole.
He held it there a few moments, gently rocking his cock in and out of her cunt chamber.
Then, without warning, he jabbed back at her, burying the full length of his shaft inside her again.
It went on like that, the rest of the afternoon. Occasionally, he would mutter that he was coming, and he would pull out far enough for her to squeeze him and release the tension once more, but he was learning to control his coming reflex. She could imagine him beating off with whatever dirty pictures he had at his disposal, stroking his cock harder and harder, losing control, not worrying about how long it took, only that that funny feeling in his balls exploded into thick bursts of juicy white cum, spurting all over himself.
Her mind became sullied by imaged of his cock shooting all over the place, an eternal gusher of cum, like Old Faithful, shooting a thick spray high into the air, and all of it slowly falling back through space, landing with pinpoint precision right in her waiting mouth.
She wanted to taste his cum. Perhaps she would. But she wasn't going to suck him to an orgasm today. Today, he was going to fuck her, and fuck her properly, and she would feel him filling her up with his spunk, filling her, and then she would feel her juices mixing with his cum, and the whole mess spilling out the sides, between his cock and her lips.
But when it came, he surprised her. Suddenly, she felt him pull out. She looked at him in horror, and then her look turned to one of fascination as he started to beat his cock wildly in his fist, and a thick hot glob of white cum shot from the head, and landed right in her pubic hair.
And then, another followed, and another after that, and more and more continued to follow, an unending stream of cum globs, all of them landing right on her pussy, dripping down into her slit.
She stared at him.
"Why the fuck did you do that?"
He was still dribbling droplets of jism onto her body.
"Do what?" he asked, still beating his meat. "Why did you pull your cock out of me and shoot onto my bush?" He looked confused.
"I thought that's what you were supposed to do."
"Johnny, this is not a movie. We don't need to get any wet shots to prove that we're doing it for real. I know we're doing it for real. We don't need to prove it to anyone."
"Oh yeah?" he asked, still holding his cock. It was just starting to dawn on him that he'd fucked up, and real good.
"I just thought...."
Patsy laughed, in spite of the fact that her cunt was aching wildly for release.
"Listen, I really need that cock of yours. I don't suppose you could get it hard again, could you?"
He looked down at it, doubtfully. "Gee ... I don't know...."
"Never mind, skip it."
She started to rub his jism all over her body, scraping large amounts of it up with her fingers and licking them clean.
"You taste good," she told him.
He sat there on his haunches, his now wilting cock still clasped tightly in his fist, and watched while she cleaned herself off in that manner, and then as she began to masturbate herself to an orgasm.
She'd rather have come from his cock pounding in and out of her. Damn him, she'd been close too.
But instead, she now had to content herself with flicking her clit, which she did with expert precision.
Spreading her lips, she once more made her tiny bud with its pack batch of nerve endings stand up straight, begging for attention.
She provided it.
She began to flick her forefinger across the surface, slapping it, rubbing it, pinching it, twisting it-She started to moan. She started to groan. Her hips started to roll. She felt her body once more charge itself. This time, however, she didn't mess around.
She needed an orgasm, and she went about producing one as quickly, efficiently and economically as possible.
She felt it building, pushing her higher and higher. As it came closer, she felt that there was a direct line of sensation linking her clit with her nipples.
Her breasts felt like they were starting to swell like balloons, and the feeling in them grew so intense that she was afraid that they might burst. Help me. Suck my nipples. Chew on them. Bite them ... hurt them ... " she begged, scarcely able to think clearly now.
He did as she asked, willingly. He took one nipple into his mouth, and the other he began to manipulate between his thumb and his forefinger.
She'd asked him to be rough, but he was still a little to sedate to be as rough as she wanted him to be.
She was pinching her clit now, harder and harder. "Johnny," she asked, "please stick your fingers in me. Please. I need it. I need it. I need more than I can give myself."
Once more, he was only too glad to comply with her wishes.
She felt first one, then two, and then three fingers creeping into her pussy, once more spreading her membranes.
He bit down hard on her nipple, sending a shock of pain shooting all through her body.
"Oh, YES YES YES YES YES YES!! ! " she shrieked.
He bit again.
And again.
His fingers were savaging her pussy, driving it into a wild frenzy of excitement.
Spreading both sides, forcing her chamber to open up further and further, he then managed to stick a fourth finger in her.
That did the trick.
A violent wave of orgasmic fury shook her body like she had her own San Andreas Fault running up her backbone.
Earthquakes inside her were nothing compared to the atomic bombs. Photon torpedos ripped her brain. Bolts of lightning sprang from every nerve ending, searing her flesh.
She tried to scream, but her vocal cords had been hopelessly blown.
Her body went rigid. She felt like Frankenstein's monster.
She felt herself reborn, dying, disintegrating, felt like she'd never existed, felt like she was just the figment of someone else's imagination.
The world spun, it danced, it turned into nothing but colors, it turned into a black & white movie.
She was able to sustain only one objective activity, and that was to continue raking her fingers over her clit, which by now was glowing like a miniature sun.
like a small sliver of plutonium, it gave off energy far in excess of its apparent size. It was the source of all energy in the universe ... her universe, anyway.
Johnny was overawed by her reaction, but had the presence of mind to keep doing what he was doing, dimly aware that he was in some way connected with the splattering of humanity going on beneath him.
It had never occurred to him that this seemingly self-destructive activity could be the most fundamental urge in the human brain, but then, as he was rapidly discovering, there were a lot of things that had never occurred to him.
Fortunately for the rest of us, that had no effect on their being true.
She continued at the peak for long, countless minutes. Johnny had no way of knowing how long, and Patsy certainly didn't.
But finally, he felt the tremors inside her begin to subside, and her breathing, while still coming in short, tortured gasps, nonetheless seemed to be getting back on a more normal level.
Her body twitched randomly long after she'd stopped actually coming. Johnny kept his fingers inside her pussy, not certain that he was supposed to remove them yet.
As a matter-of-fact, he wasn't certain of much of anything, anymore. He didn't know what to think of a girl that obviously enjoyed sex as much as Patsy did. All his instincts told him that she was nothing more than a slut and a whore ... but there was something else nagging at him that told him it wasn't quite that simple.
Whatever, there would always be a soft spot in his heart when he thought of her. She'd taken him across a line he'd been worrying he might never have a chance to cross. And she'd done so with care, and with patience. He had learned a lot about himself and about women this afternoon.
It. seemed hard to believe that he'd come over here hoping to get a crack at Patsy's sister, Suzie. Somehow, even with her rainbow-hued hair, Patsy seemed to be far more appealing and beautiful than Suzie would ever be.
Hmmmm, he thought, that didn't quite seem to be the proper response. Not the kind that filled the locker room. Fuck 'em, don't love 'em. Who gives a fuck about names ... cunts are all that matter ... it's all pink on the inside....
Everything he'd grown up with had told him that women were good for fucking, but you certainly didn't want to start taking them seriously.
Except, he had this natural inclination to take Patsy seriously. She was universally considered the school weirdo, and with good reason. She refused to mix with most of the student body, preferring instead the small group of outcasts that never had any chance of being included in the best groups ... the troublemakers, the ones that wouldn't even get a single line in the yearbook except for the group class picture....
She was an outcast, by her own design. No one had ever taken the time to try and figure her out before....
Well, he wasn't saying that he'd figured her out. Quite to the contrary, he was only more and more confused.
But there was one thing that could not be denied, and that was that he'd go just about anywhere to repeat the activities of this afternoon, particularly now that he had a pretty good idea of what was supposed to happen. Damn! She'd taught him how to fuck. Damn!! !
She started to come around now, opening her eyes, stretching long and leisurely across her bed.
"You're pretty good, even if you don't know what you're doing, you know that?" He smiled awkwardly. "Well, I hope so."
"Trust me. I know what I'm talking about."
Patsy looked away for a moment. She knew damn well that he was slobbering all over himself already for a chance to repeat this. Now was the time to bait the hook and snag the dumb bastard good and solid.
She sat up, and assumed a casual air.
"Well, that was nice, Johnny, but you really didn't have to lie about being a virgin to get laid. I'd probably have gone to bed with you anyway."
"Huh?"
"Seriously. That's the trouble with you guys. You don't ever give any consideration to the truth. It's so much easier when you just tell the truth."
"Huh?"
She assumed a depressed air.
"I guess you won't want to see me anymore. I don't mind. It's all right. Seriously, I understand."
"Hey, wait a minute, what the fuck are you babbling about."
"Please, Johnny, I told you, it's all right. You don't have to go any further with this act for my benefit. I admit, I chased you down, and you don't owe me anything. You didn't sign anything in blood, or anything like that. Believe me, there are no hard feelings."
She wasn't exactly crying, understand ... but it looked like she was keeping back the tears only with a major effort.
Johnny was staring at her like she'd just dropped through a time warp or something.
"What are you talking about?"
"Johnny, please, can I just remember you like this. It was all so beautiful, and I'd hate to have to spend the rest of my life thinking about how you'd promised me...."
She turned away, appearing unable to continue. Then, after a moment, she looked back.
"It's all right. I'm all right. I always get like this. Please, it'll pass. Just don't pay any attention to me."
"Look, Patsy, I'd like to see you again. Honest."
She played along, humoring him.
"Really? Gee, that would be nice, Johnny. Really it would. Maybe we could go out on a date, or something."
"Sure ... hey, look, you really don't believe me, do you?"
"Johnny, if you say it, it must be so."
He was dazed. Patsy knew that it was cruel to jerk him around like this, but she knew the locker room mentality that spawned his kind.
She wanted this jock to be securely tied to a leash, and she didn't even want him to notice when she'd slipped the collar around his neck.
"Look, Johnny, I think you'd better go now. Momma will be back soon, and I don't want her to find you here. It'd be difficult to explain. To say nothing of Suzie."
"Huh..oh, yeah. Okay. Listen, can I see you soon. like ... tonight?"
She smiled, with a patronizing air.
"That's sweet. No, that's all right. You don't need to do this."
He looked like he was going to grind his teeth down to the gums.
"But I want to do this!! ! "
"That's sweet. Listen, do you think you could get your clothes on?"
She handed him his shirt and his pants, and he put them on in a kind of grand funk, not really sure what was going on. That's exactly what Patsy wanted, to keep him off guard. He wouldn't comprehend where she was coming from, and so he wouldn't really know how to react.
He dressed quickly, and she walked him to the front door. She took his hand.
"Johnny, I meant it. Thank you for coming over. I had ... a ... great ... time," she said, acting like she was having trouble keeping herself under control.
"Hey look, what did I do to make you like this? I mean, why are you crying?"
"I'm not crying," she said, trying to maintain some dignity.
"Well then...."
"Please Johnny. If you want to see me again, of course, I'd love to see you," she said, indicating by her tone that she didn't think for a second that he'd call her.
Johnny stared at her with a confused look on his face, and then slowly stumbled down the steps to his car and drove off.
Patsy started to laugh.
Johnny Swanson, you dumb sonofabitch quarterback jock ass-hole. I have you by the balls!! !