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Be Mine, Valentine!
THE FIRST THING in the morning, Dad and I went to the studio and I showed him the photos. When Dad really gets mad, he doesn’t say anything. He’s quiet and breathes deeply and you know he’s seething. He put the photos in an envelope and left the studio.
I wished I’d made an appointment today for a sitting of any sort. Of course, everyone was busy getting ready for the big dance. This was the biggest event of the year that included all four years of high school. Prom in May was just juniors and seniors.
I cleaned the car and tried to wash it, but the weather was too cold. At least the inside was all spotless. I’d even emptied the trash out of the wagon part and cleaned the back seat. No sense in having just the front seat clean. I ran into Huntertown to pick up flowers for the girls and was thankful I at least had that task to keep me busy.
I was picking up Ronda and Chris at 7:30 at Chris’s house. My family was invited, along with Ronda’s family, so everyone could snap photos of the three of us dressed up for Homecoming and the great pinning of the flowers.
Of course, I’d be carrying a camera, but Dad was a pretty good photographer and he’d take our pictures on my 35. It was only four blocks from Chris’s house to mine, so my family would walk home as I shuttled Chris and Ronda in the car. As much as we liked walking home together, it just wouldn’t be appropriate at midnight in formal gowns and high heels. School rules still required that we all take off our shoes in order to dance on the hardwood.
“Well, I guess three of them is like having a chaperone for any two of them,” Dr. May said to Dad.
“They’re all three good kids,” Dad answered. “I wouldn’t be worried about them in any combination.”
“Easy for you to say,” Mr. Evans responded. “Yours is the boy. When you’ve got girls, you worry about them in any combination.”
“Especially when there’s a boy,” Dr. May said.
“I’m a few years ahead of you,” Dad said. “My oldest girl has already given me a granddaughter and the second is training to become an air force mechanic.”
“No kidding!” May said. “Didn’t realize you had older kids. We’re about the same age, but I guess I got a late start. Ronda’s older sister is away at college. That hurts the wallet.”
“Where?” Dad asked.
“Champaign-Urbana. Wants to be a veterinarian.”
“And mine wants to be a veteran,” Dad chuckled. “Don’t know where I went wrong.”
“Well, my son gets tuition and I still have to write an alimony check, but he only has a year to go in college and payments will stop,” Mr. Evans said.
I got a shortcut on the flower pinning. Each of the corsages had wrist band so they could wear them on their hands instead of their chests. I don’t know where I’d have pinned a flower on Ronda. At least not with her parents watching. Ronda and Chris had short wraps that just covered their shoulders, really. I helped them put them on and then ushered them out the door.
“Preacher, do you play cards? I’m thinking a game of pinochle would be a good way to spend the evening,” Mr. Evans said.
“Oh, deal us in,” Mom said. “I can stay for an hour or an hour and a half before I have to go practice my sermon one more time before bed.”
The dance was fun. We learned pretty quickly that it was a lot harder to do our kind of swing dancing in formal gowns. The first time I dipped Ronda down, her boobs almost popped out of her dress.
“That select group almost got a lot bigger,” she gasped. “Chris, come to the restroom with me and help me make sure I’m tucked in securely!”
The girls left for the restroom and I took the opportunity to wander around and take some pictures on the dance floor and at the tables where people were sitting. I saw the display of pictures on a table. Each one had a jar next to it to collect donations for charity. That didn’t determine who would be queen, but there was an award for the girl who collected the most. I reached in my wallet and got a dollar out to put in Ronda’s jar. It looked pretty full. I saw one of the seniors in the court leading her boyfriend to the table and begging him to contribute to her jar. He dropped in a ten and she kissed him. I got that shot.
At nine, the names of the homecoming court were announced and I escorted Ronda to the stairs to the stage where the junior king candidate, Tom, took her to lead up the stairs. Then Chris joined me and handed me my camera so I could take pictures of the assembled court. Ronda’s name was read out as the second runner up. April, the girl I’d seen at the donation table, got first runner up. No one was terribly surprised that Marlene Dickson accepted the crown and roses for the Homecoming Queen. I’d retaken her senior photo, and she was kind, studious, and lovely.
I was finally allowed up on stage to take good pictures of the queen and her court and the king, who happened to be senior basketball player Dan King. I didn’t much like him, but I wasn’t a senior. Guess he was popular with others. Then there was a dance for the court and Ronda danced with Tom. It was a fairly slow dance, but since most of the girls and guys weren’t paired up with their boyfriends or girlfriends, it wasn’t a usual hug and shuffle kind of dance. It looked like Tom at least knew the rudiments of ballroom dancing and Ronda made him look good.
I took the opportunity to dance with Chris for a bit while Ronda stood in the receiving line to be congratulated by students as they filed by.
“I’m getting a lot of dances tonight,” Chris giggled. “I guess you’ll have to give Ronda a lot of kisses.”
“I think you will, too,” I said as I gave her a passing kiss on the forehead.
“Yeah. I don’t think I’ll suffer too much.” She pulled herself in close to me, even though the song wasn’t particularly slow. “I kind of got to second base with her in the restroom,” she whispered.
“What? You… uh…”
“Touched her breasts. I mean, I was helping her get tucked back into her dress, you know. Did you touch her when you helped her into her dress?”
“No. I didn’t try to and I don’t think she wanted me to.”
“Probably not, but they’re really nice. I kind of understand now why boys seem obsessed with touching a girl’s breasts,” Chris said.
“I hope I don’t come off as obsessed with that,” I said. “It’s not like I’m not interested, but I’m happy to wait. I mean, with Kelly and Roxie, it was kind of their idea.”
“I know, honey. I’m just saying that I understand better now and won’t get real upset if you make a pass at me later tonight. I know you just can’t help yourself.”
I pulled her closer to me than I normally dance with a girl and kissed her hair. I got tapped on the shoulder.
“Hey, that looks an awful lot like a PDA,” Ronda said as we opened up enough room to wrap an arm around her, too.
“I confess,” Chris said. “I public display affectioned him.”
“Yeah. You know what? Me, too.”
From that point on, the three of us danced together. There were some faster songs where we just were in a little triangle. There were a couple of songs that the girls sort of danced with each other and I just stayed in close enough contact to look like I was dancing with them. The same was true when I mostly danced with Ronda or Chris. The other stayed in contact with us.
We’d been dancing for quite a while when Ronda pulled Chris and me into a clinch and said, “It’s after ten. Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”
“You’re ready to go home?” I asked, stupidly.
“No. Let’s go parking,” Chris said.
“We did the dance part. Now is the make-out part,” Ronda added.
We went to the bleachers where our coats and shoes were, collected our things and took off. When I opened the car, I was surprised that Ronda got in the middle of the front seat with Chris crowded beside her. When I got in to drive, Ronda immediately put a hand on my leg. I glanced down and saw she had her other hand on Chris’s leg and Chris had her arm around Ronda’s shoulder with her hand on my shoulder.
“You know I have to shift gears in this. I… uh… don’t want to smash anything.”
“I’ll let you know if it hurts,” Ronda giggled.
“Um… Where are we going,” I said as I got to the entrance of the school parking lot.
“Can you find the place where you took Kelly?” Chris asked. “That sounded like a good place.”
“It’s about twenty minutes, but I think I can find it.”
“Don’t mind us if we get started without you,” Ronda said. With that she turned and locked lips with Chris. They didn’t start climbing all over each other, so at least I was able to concentrate on driving as they mostly kissed and whispered to each other.
I found the place and parked, turning off the engine and setting the brake. I didn’t want to accidentally hit the clutch and start rolling toward the river. I turned to the girls and they both tried to get to my lips with theirs, giggling the whole time.
“Back seat,” Ronda said. We piled out of the car and into the back. I was glad I’d cleaned the whole car.
Chris slid onto my lap so Ronda could get up close, too. It was a little crowded against the roof, but at least we’d keep each other warm. As we were struggling to get in and comfortable, both girls hiked their skirts up above their knees so they could move around.
And then the kissing started in earnest. The girls went straight to my mouth to start with all three of our tongues together. I loved that sensation and wondered if I’d ever be happy having only one girlfriend to make out with. I was just as happy, though, to hold the girls in my arms as they focused on kissing each other, or to feel their hands on my chest as I kissed one of them. I discovered that a three-way kiss was done mostly with the tip of the tongue, while a two-way kiss involved exploring the whole mouth.
Then I discovered that while I was kissing Ronda, she’d reached over to Chris and had a hand on Chris’s boob while Chris was working my buttons loose so she could get a hand inside my shirt. I’d lost my tie while I was driving. Both girls slipped their wraps off so my hands were all over their bare shoulders. I’d pretty much decided when we were together the day before that T-shirts were strictly for school from now on and I’d quit wearing them the rest of the time—especially if I was wearing a jacket. Feeling Chris’s hand on my chest was great.
And then Ronda twisted a little and I met Chris’s lips while my hand landed on Ronda’s right breast. She grabbed it and I was afraid I’d gone too far. But instead, Ronda held it there for a minute, squeezing a little, and then shocked the hell out of me by pulling it up above her dress on the bare slope of her breast and then shoving my hand under the dress.
I was holding Ronda May’s bare boob! When Chris and I parted enough that I could glance down, I saw her hand inside on Ronda’s other breast as the dress was pushed down below.
“Where no man’s hand has gone before,” Ronda whispered.
She still had a hand on Chris and I saw her move a bit. Chris’s zipper came undone and Ronda pushed her dress open to cup Chris’s bare breast in her hand. Both girls moaned.
“It feels good in both directions, doesn’t it?” Ronda said. “Oh, God, yes! Rub my nipples!”
I was happy to comply.
Chris did some shifting around and turned on my lap so she was facing away. Then she lay back on me far enough that she could reach Ronda’s breast with her lips. That also left Chris’s breast exposed and available right in front of me. I immediately covered it with my hand and began playing with her nipple and squeezing her breast.
Both girls were moaning and I was feeling my cock swelling to come.
“Bring her over here closer,” Ronda said. I felt Chris scooching up and lifted her to lie across my lap a little further. Ronda looked up at me. “One for each of us,” she said, shifting around so she could reach one of Chris’s nipples while I bent to take the other in my mouth. I felt movement of Chris’s arm against my dick and looked down to see her with one hand between her legs. I felt my cock let go and Chris gasped. Ronda wasn’t far behind.
Chris struggled to sit up and look at Ronda, whose hand was still in her crotch. They grinned at each other.
“Goose and gander,” Chris whispered. The girls turned toward me and attacked my nipples with their lips.
“Oh! Oh, no! I can’t take any more of that!” I yelled. The girls looked up at me and smiled, closing in for another three-way kiss that was soft and gentle, even though we were all three panting. They started buttoning my shirt.
“Kiss my tits a little and say goodbye,” Ronda said, moving up to offer me her breasts. “But just a little. They’re really sensitive now. Just like yours.” I bent to her beautiful breasts and softly kissed the rosy tips. I could just about have come again.
“Now go drive us home while we girls put ourselves together,” Chris said, freeing me of her weight. I opened the door and the light came on. The girls shrank down in the seat, their dresses still bunched up, top and bottom, around their waists.
“So beautiful,” I whispered. The light came on briefly again as I opened the front door and I saw Chris and Ronda, still kissing with their bare breasts pushed against each other.
“I think we should put off doing that again for a while,” Chris said when we walked Ronda to her door. “I mean, I really liked it. So much that I don’t think I could stop next time.”
“I agree,” Ronda said. “I loved it, but I don’t want to lose my virginity in the back seat of a Ford. That was definitely where this was headed.”
“I’m with both of you. That was really intense. I’m sorry I lost control and came in my pants. I just couldn’t help it,” I said.
“I could feel you against my arm. It was the last thing that drove me over the edge.”
“All it took was you sucking on my left nip to get me to the edge. When I put my lips on your nipple, it was all over for me,” Ronda said. “I don’t think we should do this with each other when we’re out on a two-person date. I mean you two together or me with either one of you. I know I wouldn’t have done all that if I was alone with just one of you. I just felt freer with the three of us.”
“Kissing and petting,” Chris said. “Outside our clothes. Mostly. Let’s save the rest for later.”
“Yes. I don’t want either of you to feel like you have to do what we did tonight if we go out together. I’m not going to push either of you for anything else.”
“That’s why I think I’m falling in love with you,” Chris said.
“But, you know, if the opportunity to do this stuff with someone else comes up—like Kelly,” Ronda said, “take it. When we get this far and further, it would be nice to feel like at least you know what you’re doing.”
“As much as I’d like to pretend I’m the only girl you’re intimate with, I don’t want both of us fumbling around trying to figure out what we’re doing,” Chris added.
“You think I should fumble around with someone else?”
“I think someone like Kelly can teach you how to not fumble,” Ronda said. “Roxie could have. I didn’t expect her to respond to you dating Christine and me like she did. Usually, guys go gaga over her, hit her three-date limit, and get dumped. You must have spoiled her game plan.”
“Well, she did teach me some things,” I said.
“Save up your lessons. Were ours the first breasts you touched without clothing on?” Chris asked.
“Yes.”
“Then I feel like I’ve had my first with you. See if Kelly’s nipples are as sensitive as mine.”
“See if she comes when you touch her,” Ronda added. “We might have to live vicariously through you for a while. I’m sure not letting any other boy get that far with me.”
“Me neither,” Chris agreed.
We kissed again sweetly, and then Ronda went in. I just walked Chris to her door from there and kissed her. As we hugged each other tightly, I whispered, “I think I’m falling in love with you, too.”
We exchanged our valentines on Monday at school and each proudly took home a picture of the other two. With my own picture in the collection, I found three frames and showed them to Mom. She thought we looked wonderful. After the family had nodded and said I was a lucky guy, I put the photos on my desk.
I could really fall in love with both of them.
“Who do you think you are?” Butch Richmond asked as he shoved my shoulder in the locker room.
I don’t like being accosted or touched physically by other people unless I’m into them. Especially while I’m naked. Butch wasn’t one I particularly wanted to be near.
“What are you talking about?” I said. I pulled away from him and backed up a step. If he was going to get physical, I wanted room to run.
“How’d you manage to get two of the hottest girls in our class—in our school—to go out with you? Are you rich or something? Why is Chris even interested in you?”
“I just asked her out and she said yes. What’s the big deal?”
“And Ronda?”
“Well, she asked me out. We both like the same kind of dancing.”
“Why hasn’t she ever dated me?” he demanded.
“Shit, Butch. I don’t know. Why don’t you ask her?”
“I don’t like you, but I wouldn’t try to steal your girlfriend. Either of them.” He glared at me. I finally understood what the girls were talking about.
“Hey. We aren’t going steady. We’re just friends who found out we have a lot in common. Ronda and I like to dance. Chris comes up to my studio to help me direct photo shoots and do make up. We went out because no one else would ask them out. And because they complain that every other boy they’ve dated is an octopus trying to get his hands on their tits,” I said. I hoped the guys who were listening got the message that they’d go out, but would shoot down any attempt to grope them.
“And you didn’t?”
“No, man. What kind of guy goes out and tries to grope his date?”
“Ronda’s got the most awesome tits in school!” another guy chimed in.
“Maybe,” I said. “If that’s all you see her for, though, good luck ever getting that date.” I grabbed my clothes out of my locker and started getting dressed.
“So, you aren’t taking them out this weekend again?” Butch persisted.
“No. I’ve got a date with a girl from Huffington. Cute redhead.” I laid it on a little thick.
“Chris and Ronda don’t mind?” Lee Schwartz asked.
“I told you, man. We like each other and sometimes we’ll go out. We’re not going steady.”
“She won’t go out with you again after she’s been out with me,” Lee responded. I wasn’t sure which she he was talking about.
“That’s her choice,” I said. “Be sure she’s the one who makes it.”
I finished dressing and left. I often hung around school when it was out, but this time I just wanted to get going.
Tony and Patricia were waiting for me by his motorcycle and waved me over.
“Man! You are great and your pop is a badass!” Tony said.
Patricia grabbed me by the front of my jacket and laid a kiss on me. I was ready to duck if Tony swung at me.
“What’s going on, guys?”
“My dad and I got called into the mayor’s office this morning. Your dad was there with a bunch of photographs you took Friday night. The mayor just wanted to know if the pictures were really of Patricia and me and if we’d been having regular trouble with the constable. My dad… well, he usually takes that as a sign that it’s time to move on, but I nodded, and your dad said the pig was a racist and harassing people out of prejudice. Mr. Lechleiter said he was going to call a special meeting of the village council Thursday night to hear any witnesses for both sides and that until then he was ordering the constable to have no contact with us or our families unless he sees us in a clear violation of a standing law.”
“Damn, Tony. I didn’t mean to get you in trouble, man,” I said.
“Trouble? You might have gotten that damn pig in trouble, but not me. And your dad was steaming. Every time Lechleiter started to smooth it over, your dad insisted that the people hear about it. The guy asked me if my motorcycle wasn’t too loud to be run in town at night. I just said that it ran quiet as a kitten since your dad tuned it. Man, it’s going to be a riot Thursday night. You gotta be there.”
“Where’s it going to be?”
“At the fire station.”
“I’ll bring my camera.”
“And, Nate,” Patricia said, running a finger down my jaw. “How about a photo session Sunday afternoon. I’ve got some new ideas.”
“That would be great if you’re both okay with it.”
“Man, whatever my girl wants,” Tony finished.
There was a lot of buzz in school about the village council meeting, which was open to all. Apparently, the complaint Rich Hart filed was not the first against Constable Warren, who seemed to be a little on the bully side when it came to enforcing the town’s laws.
The fire trucks were pulled out of the station to make room for the crowd of people who wanted to hear what was going on. Mom and the other preachers on the Council of Churches were there in the back. I didn’t know if Anna’s minister was there or not. I saw Kelly’s minister from the EUB church in Huffington because apparently Eric, the biker at the New Year’s party, was his son.
I had my camera loaded and took pictures of the gathering crowd. The mayor and six council members sat at a table and he called everyone to order and told them to shut up so we could all hear.
“We’re gathered to allow our village constable, Clyde Warren, to address complaints that have been filed against him, alleging brutality, selective enforcement of ordinances, and racism. Clyde, we’d like you to make your statement.”
The constable stood up and faced the council, not the attendees. He scowled at me when I took his picture.
“George, I mean Mr. Mayor, we go back a long time. I’ve always done my best to protect this village and the people in it. You remember ten years ago, when the windows got busted out of the old Lutheran church, that I personally tracked down and arrested the culprits. I enforce the speed limits in town so the trucks don’t come barreling through here, and I keep people safe.”
I choked back a laugh at that. Trucks didn’t even slow down coming through town on the highway.
“So, I don’t always ticket someone for a rolling stop through a stop sign. You have to temper these things with a little common sense. These so-called allegations are nothing more than a misunderstanding by a village newcomer who thought he saw something that never happened. No offense, Mr. Hart, but I told you that night that you were sticking your nose in where it didn’t belong. You see, Mayor, his son is known to run with that gang and I don’t blame Hart for trying to protect him. Seems we have preachers’ kids both here and in Huffington who think they are a little above the law and can get away with things.”
There were a few shouts against him and the mayor rapped his gavel.
“And why is it that you’ve so frequently stopped Tony Kowalski, but have never filed a charge against him?” the mayor asked.
“Now you all know that there’s been a lot of vandalism and petty theft around here in the past few months. It’s my responsibility to investigate that and bring the perpetrators to justice. This Anthony Kowalski is the head of a gang of motorcyclists and their appearance running around our area coincides with the uptick in these incidents. It’s only a matter of time until I get one of them to admit to it. I’ve got good instincts and can spot a troublemaker a mile away. Why do you think Jim Kowalski was on the move so much? The longest he’s ever been in one place has been here in Tenbrook. He’s a gypsy and his family has always been one step away from the law. None of you ever see his wife, do you? I’ll tell you why. She’s a negro half breed and where they came from that’s against the law, as it should be here. You all think he’s a Polack, but Tony Kowalski is just another African buck who’s already corrupted a fine white girl here in town. That kind of thing has to be stopped, and I’m the man to stop it.”
There was a chorus of boos and hisses and an accompanying chorus of cheers. Dad stepped up to the table and demanded to be recognized by the council.
“Mr. Hart, you were the principal instigator of this hearing. What is it you have to say,” Lechleiter asked. I quickly grabbed a photo of Dad as he addressed the council.
“Mr. Mayor and councilmembers, citizens of Tenbrook, I think we’ve heard the constable condemn himself with his own words. He’s been harassing people based on his racist opinions. That’s not a law enforcement instinct. That’s flat-out racial prejudice. Jim Kowalski is a fine and hard-working man. There isn’t a better carpenter in the county. His son and a few friends own motorcycles. I’ve filled their tanks at the service station often and they are fine fellows. If I were a few years younger I might own a bike myself. That’s not a crime. And neither is marrying a person of a different race. Interracial marriage has been legal in Illinois for nearly a hundred years. If Warren wants to persecute people for that, he needs to move across the border into Missouri or Indiana. And he’d better hurry because the Civil Rights Act has been passed by congress and one of the fundamental civil rights of Americans is the right to marry the person he loves.”
There were some cheers and applause, but you could tell people weren’t sure how they should respond to that statement.
“If something isn’t done about stopping this racism here in Tenbrook, I will personally invite Dr. Martin Luther King Junior to lead a march through the streets of Tenbrook, demanding equal treatment for all under the law. And if Dr. King is unavailable, I will stand in the street and lead the march myself, whether anyone follows me or not.”
I couldn’t help myself. I stood up and cheered my dad. As it turned out, so did everyone else.
While they were cheering, the mayor conferred with the council and then rapped his gavel again. It took a while for the crowd to quiet down.
“Clyde Warren, in light of these statements, the Council has asked for your badge, gun, keys, car, and any other items representing your term as our Village Constable. The council will notify the County Sheriff’s Department that we are currently without law enforcement in Tenbrook and ask them to cover the area in routine checks while we launch a search for a new constable. This meeting is now adjourned.” He rapped his gavel once again and I caught his look of grim determination as the gavel came down. I wished I’d been able to take that photo with the Hasselblad.
“Is your dad really going to lead a civil rights march in Tenbrook?” Pris asked me at lunch Friday. “I didn’t know you were Freedom Riders!”
“Um… I didn’t either. Sometimes my dad surprises me.”
“Why do you think he was so passionate?” Andy asked.
“Well, where Dad worked in South Chicago, there were a lot of colored people who worked with him. I mean, even the school I went to was only about fifteen percent white. There were five percent Mexican or Puerto Rican, and the rest were black. I think that’s the preferred term now, though there’s still a big organization called the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. Anyway, most of the kids I hung out with were black, too. How do you think I learned to dance?” I laughed.
“That’s wild,” Pris said. “Tell him that if he marches, I’ll be there.”
“He’ll appreciate that, Pris.”
One of my pictures of the night Warren was harassing Tony appeared in the Huntertown newspaper Friday with a story titled “Village Council Gives Racist Cop the Boot.” There was no photo credit and I wondered who gave them the picture. The caption was a direct quote from one of the notes on the back of the photo that showed him kneeing Tony. Patricia was being held by Chris and Ronda. I resolved to contact the newspaper and give them formal permission in exchange for a byline on the photo. I thought ‘byline’ was the right word, anyway.
I think that was the proudest I’d ever been of my father, who always seemed to take a back seat to my mother’s education and leadership.
I picked Kelly up and we went to her school’s basketball game. I didn’t bother taking my camera into the game. I wasn’t really interested in her team and wasn’t even sure which one it was at first. I stood up and cheered when she did and put my arm around her when she scooted close to me and hissed to do so. I found out her previous boyfriend was walking past. He scowled at us.
I noticed that a lot of the girls at the game wore royal blue pleated skirts above the knee, white knee socks, and white blouses. That’s how Kelly dressed, but we didn’t sit with the cheer block.
“Doesn’t your pep club wear the same thing for games?” she asked when I commented on it.
“Only the seniors. For some reason, they all wear yellow pants or skirts that they’ve painted up in sayings and cartoons. Then they all wear maroon shirts. I guess I do, too. There’s a store in Huntertown that gets shirts in all the area school colors.”
“That’s where we all get our blue skirts or slacks. But our second school color is white. Makes it pretty easy to dress in school pride.” At least I hadn’t worn maroon and gold to her school’s game. I noticed that the Tigers’ fans on the other side of the court dressed in yellow and black. It all finally made sense.
Huffington won the ball game, so Kelly was in a great mood when we headed for my car holding hands.
When we got in the car, she gave me directions out into the country, where there was a dirt road that led into the woods.
“Don’t worry. The ground’s still frozen and it doesn’t get much snow in the woods.” We reached a clearing where the snow was all packed down with tire tracks. It was more like an extra wide spot in the road. A car was already there, so we turned around and I faced out the way we’d come in. Another car came crawling in and parked, too. As soon as I had the car in reverse and the engine shut down, Kelly was all over me. I didn’t consider that a bad thing and just met her where she was with my lips.
She pulled her coat off and pushed at mine until it was off, then she worked us around on the seat until I was lying cross-wise and she was straddling me as we kissed. I’d figured out from our last encounter that it was okay to touch her breasts and moved right to it. She tossed our coats over her back and our legs and humped herself against my instant hard-on.
“You must think I’m really a slut to want to rub against you like this,” she said. She didn’t give me a chance to answer. “Allen and I used to do this almost every weekend. I guess that’s why he kept wanting me to go all the way. The thing is, I really miss it. I mean, getting off with my guy.”
She ground against my cock and I automatically dropped one hand to her butt. That was new ground for me—holding a girl’s butt while she rubbed herself against my cock.
“Don’t you wear a bra?” I asked. I couldn’t feel anything under her blouse.
“Yeah, but I have these thin tricot bras. School says we have to wear one, but they didn’t specify that it had to be armored.”
“I couldn’t tell.”
“You could if you opened my blouse and pushed it up,” she said.
I took that as an invitation and unbuttoned her blouse to expose a thin, flesh-colored bra. I could definitely feel the shape of her nipples in it. I caught the bottom edge with both hands and pushed the bra up above her breasts. I held them and squeezed, having learned last week how much pressure to use and when to back off a little. Yes, I could tell the difference now between having the fabric of her thin bra between us and kneading her bare boobs. I rubbed the nubs with my thumbs.
“Pinch them a little. Not too hard. Yeah, I love that. Hold my bottom some more. Don’t be afraid of it.”
I suddenly wished I was actually one of the octopuses the girls talked about. I didn’t have enough hands to do everything I wanted to. Moving a hand to her butt left one breast bare in front of me. I just leaned in and caught the nipple between my lips and sucked on it.
“Yeah! That’s it. Suck my titties!”
Kelly was really getting wound up. It was a good thing. Having her soft pussy pressing and rubbing against my cock was going to result in an explosion sooner rather than later. My right hand, on her butt, rubbed down between her legs a bit and I felt the damp heat of her pussy.
“Do you know the spot to rub? It’s further in than where you are now.” I moved my hand down between her legs farther and rubbed against her pussy. That eased the pressure on my cock a little and lessened my urgency. I put my concentration on finding the little nub that the book said, ‘Some girls get pleasure from.’ “Just a little further. There. Rub me there, Nate. Oh, this is going to be good. Make little circles with your fingers. Ahhh!”
With her nipple in my mouth and my finger stimulating her clit through her panties, Kelly shook in the throes of orgasm. It was only the second time I’d actually been with a girl when she came. Of course, it was two girls last time. I knew from that experience that the sex parts of a girl got sensitive just like my cock did after I come, so I lightened up the pressure of my fingers and the suction on her nipple.
We kissed as I continued to lightly explore the sensations of her pussy and her breasts.
“That was really wonderful, Nate. Maybe I shouldn’t wear panties next time we go out. I’ll bet it’s even better.”
I moaned in response and thrust my cock up against her.
“Did you come?” she asked. I just shook my head. “Don’t worry. I won’t leave you hanging. I’m not a prick tease.”
With that, she moved down and my fingers lost contact with her pussy. She gripped my cock through my pants. Oh, God! A girl was holding my cock. She started rubbing it up and down.
“Tell me if it’s too hard or too soft,” she whispered.
“Yeah. That’s… That’s really nice.”
“You’ve got a nice cock. It’s only the second one I’ve touched. Will you come for me? I know it gets messy in your pants, but I want to feel your cock come in my hand.”
“It won’t take much more of what you’re doing,” I said. “Kelly, that’s really nice. I… I’m… Oh, yeah.” My cock started pulsing and I felt the flood of juices in my underwear. Kelly squeezed it a few times and got a couple more spurts.
“Wow! That was intense. Thank you,” she said.
Her thank me?
“Thank you, Kelly. That was a whole new experience for me.”
She crawled up my body and rolled a little so we could kiss and still touch. She kept a hand just resting on my cock and I kept one hand on her boob and one on her butt. The intensity of the kisses started to wane, but it was still fun to just play with each other’s tongue and feel the occasional pulses as one of us squeezed the other.
“You know I’m using you, don’t you?” she asked.
“Um… What do you mean?”
“Well, you’re a preacher’s kid and I know you wouldn’t risk doing something I don’t want, so it’s safe for me to satisfy my carnal urges. Isn’t that a great word? I learned that when people were punished by being put in stocks, they put a sign on them that said what they were there for. A lot of signs just said FUCK. It meant ‘For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.’ I really like carnal knowledge.”
“Feeling your breasts and your… um… pussy was something I really liked, too, so I don’t feel like you’re using me.”
“Yeah. But I’m using you to get back at Allen. I know he’s already fucked Angie Marlowe. You can’t keep that kind of thing secret. I want him to know I’m seeing a guy and going parking with him and doing stuff we used to do. Eventually, he’ll wise up and want to get back with me.”
“So, the only reason you were having sex with me was to get back at him?” I asked. That made me a little pissed.
“No. I could have gotten about any guy just to have sex with me, even if it was only rubbing my tits and pussy. I chose you because I like you and you told me you had other girlfriends, so you won’t become too attached to me. We’ll just help each other out a little.”
“You’re very complicated, Kelly.”
“Not so much. I’m being honest with you.” She took hold of the hand I still had on her breast. “Do you like touching my breasts and squeezing my nipples and sucking on me?” she asked.
“Christ, Kelly. Of course I do.”
She moved my hand down and planted it between her legs where I could feel the dampness of her panties and the heat of her sex as she pressed my fingers into her slit.
“Do you like feeling my pussy and making me come?”
“Y-yeah,” I gasped. She left my hand to continue exploring her panties and put her hand back on my cock.
“And did you like it when I stroked your cock and made you come?”
“What kind of questions are these, Kelly? You know I did.”
“Then I don’t feel bad about using you to get me good and sexed. The only problem is that when Allen and I get back together, I might not be a virgin any longer.”
“Do you think we’ll go that far?”
“Talk it over with your girlfriends. It might be just what they want me to do.”
“I might just do that.”
“You’re still hard and I’m still horny. Want to keep fingering me till I come again? Want me to keep stroking you till you let go another load?”
She didn’t really wait for an answer. She just kept stroking and squeezing my cock, and I got better at finding where her clit was beneath her panties. I had a fleeting notion that I needed to get some condoms. Then my thinking disconnected from my cock.
Sunday afternoon, Patricia came to the studio and we started taking photos. It didn’t take long before she was naked and I knew these photos were just for me, and maybe Tony if she selected one for him.
“Try waving this piece of thin cloth around like a shawl or a cape,” I suggested, handing her a piece of thin white silky fabric I found. I had no idea what it had been used for. You could see right through it.
I reset the lights so I had a strong backlight and just enough fill light from the front that I could capture the details of her body. She seemed to have no difficulty figuring out what I wanted and kind of danced with the fabric, flipping it out behind her and freezing for a second, then wrapping it around her and freezing. Her dance was as sexual as any photo I could take, but there was one shot I was sure would be equal to the photo of Lori. I finished another roll of film and prepared to change it out. I thought we’d really done all we could for today.
“I wish you were eighteen. I think that last shot will be as good as the one of Lori everyone raves about.”
“It will just be for us. And Tony. Maybe when you get your next sitting with Pam, she’d do it. I bet she’d be just as good and probably magical, too. And you’ll know better what exposures and all that stuff to use. Maybe you should iron the creases out of this, though.”
“I suppose you’re right,” I laughed.
“Nate.”
When I looked up, Patricia was standing about a foot away from me, still completely naked. The people who commented about Chris and Ronda being the hottest girls in our class had written Patricia off because she was obviously taken. But hot? I still thought of her breasts as the most beautiful I’d ever been privileged to see. And standing where she was, I could see just a dusting of downy hair around her pussy slit. She reached up and put her arms around my neck.
“Um… Patricia, I don’t…”
“This is not from the model. And it’s not from someone you date,” she said. “This is from the girl you rescued last week and whose boyfriend you helped. This is from a girl who will always be your friend, no matter what else.”
With that, she pressed her lips against mine and her tongue into my mouth. I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my arms around her lithe frame and ran my hands up and down her back, all the way to cupping her butt and back. Any feelings I had when holding Kelly were suddenly blanked.
She stepped back and pulled my hands up to pass over her perfect breasts before she dropped them. She kept backing until she found her clothes and started slowly putting them on as I watched. She kept eye contact with me the whole time. It was almost as sexy watching her dress as it was watching her undress.
“If one of those with the veil was really good, I’ll want a copy to give to Tony,” she said when she was fully dressed and ready to go. She looked at me with something that almost approached longing. “You know, maybe someday I won’t be so completely monogamous. But for now, you know, my pussy belongs to Tony, and it’s very happy about it.”
She blew me a kiss and slipped out the door.
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