Full Frame
25
Training
I WAS NEARLY FINISHED with my bowl of ice cream and Disney when the phone rang. Mom waved me to go answer it.
“Boyfriend! I’m home! Come over and kiss me,” Ronda said.
“Let me check to be sure I can leave,” I said. I asked Mom and Dad and they waved me on but reminded me it was a school night and I had to be home by ten.
“I’ll be right there,” I told Ronda.
I got to Ronda about two steps behind Chris, who already had our girlfriend wrapped in her arms. I hugged them both and Ronda pulled me in for a kiss. Her parents and brother were already in the house; we felt conspicuous on the front porch in the fading daylight.
“I missed you so much,” Ronda said, kissing back and forth between us. “Let’s go to the playhouse.”
We slipped around back and got inside where the kissing and fondling heated up immediately.
“Did you have fun skiing?” I asked. I’d never been skiing myself.
“Yes. I griped a lot about not being with my friends, but it was fun. It was a little lonely, though. I mean, there were plenty of guys who were interested. But that was the problem. They were interested in girls—generically. They just wanted girl bits to rub their boy bits against or in. I kind of stayed close to the family all the time.”
“I’m so glad you’re back. It’s too bad tomorrow’s a school day and we have to get back to the grind.”
“Mmm. I’d grind on you. Did you two have fun?”
“You should see the new studio!” Chris said. “We worked our asses off. And I spoiled our date by getting my stupid period Friday.”
“We stayed in with her family and I just had to hold her in my arms for a couple of hours,” I laughed. “It was such a hardship.”
“There was one girl at the lodge I about brought home,” Ronda said.
“Hey!” Chris responded with a frown.
“For Nate to photograph! If you have a new studio, she’d have made a great subject. She was tall! At least six feet. She made quite a show of herself when she removed her ski pants and jacket and was just wearing a bikini under it. She led a parade of a dozen kids to the hot tub.”
“Including you?”
“No. I didn’t want my skin to get all wrinkly, or to risk catching anything from the sleazebags who were following her.”
We talked and kissed, telling her about the studio and the photoshoot. We all agreed that we needed to finish up the draft of our papers this week and read each other’s. It was only two weeks until they were due. Writing a ten-page combination English and History paper was a real pain. The typewriters in Miss Sullivan’s classroom would be in use every afternoon.
We did a lot of kissing and a little petting, but we carefully avoided getting too involved. I kissed my girlfriends goodnight and headed for home.
“I feel like I was fucked and dumped.”
“Uh… Vicki, I definitely did not…”
“I know! It’s just how I feel. I was hoping for at least another date.” The sophomore cheerleader I’d taken out one time accosted me in the hallway to complain about being dumped. “Do I need to get tickets to another concert to get you to take me out?”
“No! Vicki, It’s not like that. I’ve been really busy with my studio and all.”
“And your other girlfriends,” she sighed.
“Well, you know, everybody is kind of focused on prom right now and people aren’t just going out for the first time much.”
“Second. Or Fifth.”
“Ask her out this weekend,” I heard Ronda whisper in my ear.
“I’m supposed to see Kelly,” I said turning to her.
“That’s Friday. Ask her out Saturday. Practice a little.” I groaned and turned back to Vicki.
“I’m really sorry I haven’t asked you out again, Vicki,” I said turning back to her. Ronda vanished from beside me. “Is there something you’d like to do? Say Saturday?”
“Really? You’d take me out again?”
“If you really want to go out with me. I always intended to take you out again but March went sailing by and then spring break and prom. I just got distracted,” I said.
“If you really want to,” she said, as if she’d suddenly become shy. “They’re finally bringing A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum to Huntertown this weekend. Could we go to that Saturday?”
“Isn’t that like a year old? I mean, I haven’t seen it, so it’s fine by me.”
“The movie theater in Huntertown is having trouble. They can’t get first run films and when they get a film, they play the same one for a month or two. They’re trying to get more people in, so they’re picking up popular films from the past few years and changing every weekend in April. They released a whole calendar of what’s playing. There’s even going to be a double feature the twenty-ninth.”
“Wow! It sounds like they’re making a last ditch effort,” I said.
“Dad says he thinks this is the last step before they turn it into an art film house,” Vicki said.
“Art film?”
“I think that’s code for sex films.”
“Okay. So, I’ll pick you up at six and we’ll grab a burger before the movie. Sound good?”
“Can I sit beside you at lunch?”
“Friday. We’re not going steady.”
“Poo.”
Aside from my brief encounter with Vicki, I got straight home Monday after school. Besides needing to type the first draft of my term paper, I needed to call Levi at Camera Warehouse. Mom was out calling and Dad was at work, so there was relative quiet in the house. I wasn’t sure where Kat was. I assumed the library.
“Levi, this is Nate Hart out in Tenbrook.”
“Nate, it’s good to hear from you. Your uncle stopped by with some of your new work last week. You’re doing well. Do you need more film already?”
“Thank you. No, sir. I think I have plenty of film. I’d like to push it pretty high for night time photography. Any suggestions or special processing I need?”
“You can push the 400 three stops, up to 3200,” Levi said. “I’ll send you processing instructions. Just remember that if you push to 3200, you push the whole roll. You can’t control it by frame. It gets pretty grainy—more on the 35 than with the 120.”
“That’s the effect I’m going for. I’ve gotten some additional space for my studio and I need a few other things.”
“New studio? There will be some interested people happy to hear that,” Levi said.
“My paper backdrops are getting kind of ratty. I’d like to order a couple of muslin backdrops if I could, please,” I said.
“Ah! Funny you should mention that! I suppose you want the typical assortment with white, black, light blue, and red. That package is $100. But if you’ll take that, I got a bunch of stuff that came in this week that I can’t move and don’t want to store. It could take me forever to get a buyer for this stuff.”
“What kind of stuff, Levi?”
“A little theatre group up in Lincoln Park closed its doors and liquidated everything. Can’t say it couldn’t have been expected. They weren’t very good and did all kinds of psychodrama and improvisational mish-mash. Should have kept it for a therapist. They did some quality avant garde stuff—Beckett, Brecht, Sartre, you know—but they weren’t very good at it. One thing they did have, though, was an old Vaudeville scene painter. I think these past few years he was on some serious drugs because he painted up huge abstract backdrops for the shows. Well, that all came to me when I picked up everything that was left. If anyone could make something out of this trash, I’m sure you could. If I ship it with your backdrops, will you take it?”
“Gosh, Levi. Is there a lot of stuff? I don’t have infinite space.” In the back of my mind, I was seeing the third floor crammed as full of junk as the fourth floor.
“No, no. I won’t burden you with garbage. And anything you can’t use you can pitch or maybe find a buyer for it.”
“How will I get it? I don’t have a truck I can bring to Chicago.”
“I’m sending a bunch of stuff west to a studio in Des Moines. I’ll route the truck by your place. Send me a check for $100 and everything’s yours.”
“Thanks, Levi. I’ll go down to the bank and draw it now. It will be out tonight.” I wasn’t exactly sure what I was getting, but I figured I’d better let Mr. Barkley know that something was coming, so I stopped by the store on the way home.
Mom gave me her old typewriter since she had the new electric. I set it up in my room and sat down to start typing my paper. Mrs. Grayson wanted us to analyze some aspect of 20th century American literature, but stressed that half the paper grade for her class would be based on proper format, correct English, punctuation, and annotation of sources. We even had to have a bibliography—and it wasn’t included as part of the ten pages! Mr. Hennessey wanted to specifically know how the literature we chose reflected what was happening in the United States during the twentieth century and showed the societal changes that were taking place. Mr. Hennessey laughed and said that we could only fail the grammar and form part of the paper in one class. But he’d better at least be able to understand what he read.
I was thankful they were willing to take one paper for both subjects, but it was a painful job to make sure I was giving proper weight to each aspect of the paper.
I’d written most of the paper by hand, I thought, but when I was halfway through my handwritten draft and realized I was only three pages into the typed version, I had to go back and start expanding on what I’d written. What a pain.
Tuesday, Anna slid into the seat beside me at lunch, surprising everyone there, including me.
“Hey, you,” she said, nudging me.
“What’s up, Anna?” I asked.
“We have the science fair to photograph tomorrow after school. I wanted to be sure you’d be prepared,” she said.
“Oh, wow! I forgot all about that. Thanks for reminding me.”
“It’s a busy season. Next week, we have the choral concert and the music department awards. I hope you don’t have anything planned for that Friday night. I think you’ll have to consider me your date and your camera to be attached to your eyes,” she laughed.
“I never thought I’d get to date you again,” I sighed.
“Don’t become too attached to the idea. I’ve got a date to prom with two guys!”
“Anna! Wow! That reminds me that I need to get tickets. How are you handling getting tickets for a triple? Two guys? You go, girl.”
“We’re going to get them with you when you get yours Friday at noon.”
“I’m getting tickets Friday at noon?” I asked. I knew that was when they went on sale, but I’d thought I’d slip into the office quietly sometime next week and convince them that I needed a ticket for three people.
“We’re all going with you,” she said. “Pete, Judy, and Janice, too. Ronda and Chris have been organizing it.”
“Well, I’m glad someone is. So, tell me who you’re taking. Or the guys who are taking you,” I said. I don’t know why I had that morbid interest.
“You’ll be surprised,” is all she’d say. Still, we had a nice lunch and I invited her to visit the new studio sometime. She said she’d think about it.
If I never see another science fair project again, it will be too soon. There were three volcanoes made of clay or papier mâché and fueled by baking soda and vinegar. One bright kid had his father’s truck driving log and charted a graph of his diesel consumption. He showed that at the present rate of inflation, we could expect gas to be $5.00 a gallon in fifty years. As if! Another showed slices of white bread, wheat bread, rye bread, and a Twinkie with a big sign that asked “Which will mold fastest?” A girl with casts on both arms had a display called “Jumping Off Buildings: How High is Too High?” Two very geeky boys with braces, white shirts, and polka-dot bowties, did a display that looked like the FFA or FTA or FHA. Theirs, however, was labeled FVA: Future Virgins of America. The chart explained social behaviors that were almost guaranteed to leave a guy a virgin until after college. I could sympathize.
Maybe the best display analyzed the time it takes to create a science fair project across the frustration of the student’s parents, showing the point on the line where parents will inevitably intervene and “finish the damn thing” the night before the exhibit.
I was surprised at Kat’s display. She actually won an award for her exhibit on removing spray paint from a painted surface. She had my bicycle on display and was showing how she was carefully removing the purple paint that had been sprayed on the gloss black. I had to hug the kid. She was doing something special.
Thursday, I invited Ronda and Chris to my house after school to study and review each other’s term paper. I had cookies and milk for us and we sat at the dining room table to do our work. It was a little painful. I didn’t mind reading what they’d written. I was pretty impressed, but I felt like I needed to apologize for every error I marked. They seemed to have no such qualms about marking up my draft.
I heard the phone ring and Mom called me to it.
“Hello?”
“Hi. Sorry to have to call you, Nate, but I have to cancel our date for tomorrow night,” Kelly said.
“Oh, wow. I’m sorry to hear that. Is everything okay?”
“That depends on what you mean by everything. I haven’t gotten back with Allen, if that’s what you mean. I think it’s going to happen, though. My monthly visitor started today. Not only am I crampy and achy, it would really be no fun at all to go out and not do anything fun. I mean, I could give you a blowjob, but that would be all one-sided. Remember what I said. Girls always come first. So, we’re still on for next week, though. Okay?”
“I can’t do Friday night because I need to photograph the school choral concert, but Saturday would be good.”
“Great. I hear the movie theater in Huntertown is going to show Alfie. Seems like a good start to the evening.”
“I’ll look forward to it.”
“Yeah. Me too. Really. Don’t forget to bring your supply. You know?”
“Oh… um… yeah. No problem. I’ve got it covered.”
“It’s a little early to cover it now. Wait until Saturday.”
She giggled and said goodbye. I went to join the girls at the table again.
“What’s up?” Chris asked.
“Kelly canceled our date tomorrow. She says she’s… you know. Achy and crampy.”
“First day,” Ronda said. “She didn’t want you to come and watch TV with her like you did with Chris?”
“Believe it or not, I don’t feel that romantic with Kelly. I mean, I could sit on the sofa and just cuddle either of you all night long. With Kelly, it seems like there’s always a goal and she’s pushing us toward it.”
“I love you, Nate,” Chris said. “And I loved being held by you on the sofa. It was the sweetest thing you could ever have done.”
We went back to work on the papers and eventually the two girls walked each other home. I had to get ready for dinner.
The prom committee had a table set up with an arch over it in the cafeteria. The theme on the arch said “Deep Sea Wonderland” and the girls wore necklaces of shells. It was time to buy prom tickets. The girls at the booth, of course were classmates of mine because the junior class put on the prom for the seniors. One of the girls was Andy’s girlfriend Karen. The other was Jean Price, who I knew from my speech class and US History class.
I stepped up to take pictures of the display and the girls smiled at me.
“Are you getting your prom ticket?” Karen asked. I suddenly realized I was at the head of the line and several people had gathered right behind me. Chris and Ronda stepped up on either side of me.
“Yes,” I squeaked. “I’d like a ticket for the three of us, please.” I was met with dead silence. In fact, the whole cafeteria seemed to get quiet. I looked around and behind me was Pete, Judy, and Janice. Then there was Anna and I was shocked to see her with Kent and David. Behind them were Pris, Debbie, and Lonnie. I wasn’t sure but what there were other threesomes behind them.
“We only sell tickets for couples,” Jean said.
“Well, that’s not fair. Are we supposed to buy two couple’s tickets and then waste one seat?” I asked.
“Mrs. Abernathy?” Jean said turning to our assistant principal who was standing back, presumably to guard the money box. “Nate wants to buy a ticket for three.”
“Nate, who is your date for prom?” Mrs. Abernathy asked.
“These two beautiful girls beside me,” I said, putting an arm around each of them.
“PDA. Please relax. I don’t think you quite understand. A date is between two people, commonly called a couple. The prom tickets are for couples.”
“That seems exceedingly unfair,” I said. “What about individuals who don’t have dates. Can’t they come to the prom?”
“Why would a person without a date want to go to the prom?”
“For the same reason any of us want to go to prom,” I said. “Prom is one of the two most important events of a high schooler’s life. It’s not fair to exclude people because they aren’t divisible by two.”
“Prom and graduation,” Mrs. Abernathy mumbled, responding to my two events comment.
“I was thinking prom and losing their virginity, but graduation works, too.” There were a lot of giggles from the people behind us. The whole room was reacting to our conversation. “These people behind me are all wanting a ticket for a triple instead of a couple,” I plunged on. “It’s not like we are some freaks who just want an exception to an archaic rule. We all want to go to the prom. If a couple’s ticket is $5.00, then we should get a triple’s ticket for $7.50. Or a single who wants to attend the prom would be just $2.50.”
“That gets into making change. We intentionally set the price so that no one had to handle change,” Mrs. Abernathy said. “I can see the point in offering single tickets if there are really any people who want to go without a date. You’d need to buy a couple’s ticket and a second ticket we’ll mark as a single. But we don’t have any change. You’ll have to come back when we do.”
“Let me make it simple,” I said. I was getting a little worked up over this whole thing and I could tell by the others crowding behind me that they were unhappy as well. “I’ve made quite a lot of money this year doing senior portraits and selling prints of pictures I’ve taken of people here in school. There are about a hundred people in the junior and senior classes. At most, that would come out to $250. Just keep track of all the singles and thirds and I’ll pay for any single or third wheel person myself. I’ll bring proper change and settle up with you.”
Mrs. Abernathy stared at me, but I didn’t look away.
“Very well. Karen and Jean, sell the couple’s ticket to Mr. Hart and use this red felt tip pen to mark a three on it. Keep track of the names of any ‘third wheels’ covered by it. Mark any ticket for a couple, clearly with a two, and if any singles actually want to go to prom, mark their ticket with a one and keep their name on the list. I will personally collect the money from Mr. Hart.”
The people behind us all clapped their hands and then the entire cafeteria erupted in cheers. Karen handed me the ticket for three and Jean looked between Chris and Ronda to see which was the third wheel.
“They’re the couple,” I said. “Put me down as the third wheel.”
There was another round of applause and Pete stepped up to state the same thing.
As soon as we’d stepped away, Pete approached me and handed me $2.50.
“We were prepared with correct change. You don’t need to pay for our third ticket. Thanks for making such a great statement. I know several people who will come to prom by themselves or in a group. Most of them will give you money for their ticket, but there are a few who normally wouldn’t attend because they can’t afford it. Thank you.”
Over the course of lunch hour, I received twenty-five dollars from people who were taking a third or who decided they wanted to attend solo. I didn’t mind really if everyone in the class decided to go. It was worth it.
On the way out of the lunchroom, Patricia and Tony stopped me.
“Photos Sunday?” Patricia asked. “I hear you have a new studio.”
“Oh, good! Yes. You can be my first official session. Stop on the third floor instead of going all the way to the attic.”
“That’s my girl!” Tony said. “Get some great photos. And don’t forget, we need one that our parents can display.”
I nodded.
After school I stopped by the studio. Mr. Barkley said my shipment had arrived. He came upstairs with me to take a look at what I’d received.
In addition to the four backdrops I’d ordered, there were stands to put them on, which I hadn’t thought about. These were four feet wider than the six-foot paper backdrops I’d been using. Then there were eight theatrical backdrops that were fifteen feet wide and had a stand system that was a little taller than the one for the photo backdrops.
After the backdrops, there was a bunch of miscellaneous props. I could see the usefulness of the six black wooden cubes of different sizes. I would have surfaces for people to sit on in groups, or to drape and put props on. There were four cutout silhouettes of people that looked like they were falling, a papier mâché horse head, a box of different kinds of hats, six umbrellas, a stuffed parrot, a metronome that was three feet tall, another box that was just full of fabric of different kinds—much of it shiny—four red and white polka dot mushrooms of different sizes, and a pair of sawhorses with a plank tabletop to put across them.
I suddenly realized that I wouldn’t be staying here forever. But I’d just accumulated my own attic.
“Um… Mr. Barkley, I realize I’ll get out of school and move on one day. I promise that I’ll dispose of all the things I’ve acquired if I can’t take them with me. This was just a gift that I couldn’t pass up,” I said.
“Not to worry,” he said. “Anything you can’t take with you, we’ll put upstairs for storage with all the other things. I’m getting inspired to do some seasonal window dressings again. It’s been a long time since we dressed up the front of the store. I was getting depressed about falling business and the dying town. Maybe it was me that’s been holding it back. I need to loosen the image up a bit. For example, if I can borrow those mushrooms, perhaps I can fix up an Alice in Wonderland theme. I’m sure there was a cat among the stuffed toys in the attic.”
“Anything I can help with, I’ll be happy to, sir.”
I went home for dinner and then back to the studio to arrange my new selection of props. Chris and Ronda joined me for a while and helped organize my space. The sawhorse table was great. I needed a good space where I could spread out photos or proofs for people to review. This thing was so sturdy it looked like it had been built to dance on. Maybe it had.
“Let’s set up the stand for your theatre backdrops,” Chris suggested. “I’d love to see what they are.”
These worked a little differently than the photo backdrops. The photo backdrops were all wrapped on a single pipe, so you could choose which one you wanted to use and the others would roll off the pipe behind it. Then you could roll them all up together again. The theatre backdrops were all on their own pipes which had a connection that fit over the top of a stand with a base that must have weighed fifty pounds on each side. We had to lift the roll up onto the top of the stands and then pull it gently down. When we finished with one, we rolled it back up and took it off the stand before putting the next one on the stand. It was a good thing we had those cubes we could stand on or we wouldn’t have reached the top of the stands. I thought about getting a stepladder for the studio.
I saw what Levi meant about the abstract patterns on most of the backdrops. It included backdrops that were just randomly textured and I was sure theatre lights could have changed the whole effect with different filters on them. Most didn’t have a really bold pattern, so you could distinguish an actor in front of it.
Then there was a backdrop that was just a brick wall. The guy had been really careful painting every brick with a shadow, mortar, and texture of the bricks. From five feet away, it looked like real bricks! The same was true of a stone wall that had random sizes of rough-hewn stone blocks that made up an entire wall. Then there was a library drop that was shelf after shelf of books. Finally, there was a sky drop that worked its way from pale blue at the bottom to deep sky blue at the top and was interrupted by a few fluffy clouds.
I had once again received a real treasure from Levi in Chicago. I thought about needing more lights and wondered if he’d collected lights from the theatre as well.
“This is a nice, comfy bit of furniture,” Ronda said, stretching out on the fainting couch. “Where are my minions with grapes and champagne?”
We laughed at her.
“I’ll minion you,” I said, coming up from behind her and wrapping my arms around her. I kissed around her neck and ears until she squealed.
“Oh, minion me, too,” Chris said, sitting beside Ronda on the couch.
While I worked over her neck and ears, Ronda attacked her mouth. Without really intending anything, it didn’t take long before we were involved in making out, big-time. We’d all worn jeans and T-shirts to work in when we came to the studio this evening and I’d noticed as soon as they took off their jackets that they’d ditched their bras after school.
The fainting couch wasn’t big enough to be called a bed, but it was a bit more comfortable than the back seat of the car, and the studio was warmer than the playhouse in Ronda’s back yard. It didn’t take long for our kisses to lead to hands beneath T-shirts, and breasts, backs, and chests being thoroughly fondled.
“Um… I was never going to do any sex stuff in the studio,” I whispered around a mouthful of Chris’s tit.
“We aren’t taking pictures or modeling,” Ronda said. “We’re making out with our boyfriend in a convenient place. I don’t think we need to adhere strictly to those rules, do you, honey?”
“It’s like our own fantasy setting, too,” Chris said. “The couch is just sitting out here in the middle of a big empty room like there is nothing around us but each other. I could happily lose my virginity here.”
We both stopped kissing and looked at her.
“I mean, not tonight,” she said, blushing. “But let’s face it. I’ve chosen Nate to be the man who plunders my sex with his cock. Oh, geez! That made me wet. We all know it’s going to happen and we’re hunting for a place where we can comfortably get naked and enjoy each other. Why not here?”
“I don’t think we should just move in and take over Nate’s studio. I know you’re a professional, honey. I don’t want to wreck that for you,” Ronda said. “Still, if you were okay with it, we could fix up a comfy little corner to have you deflower us. Ooh. That one got me wet. But not tonight. We should really think about this and agree about what we want and when.”
“Just… um… please don’t bring any other girls up here to have sex with them, okay?” Chris asked me. “For now, at least, can we think of this space as just our special place for the three of us? I mean, you’ll have naked girls up here, I’m sure. Lori already wants to come back to shoot in the new studio and Patricia’s coming in Sunday. But no sex with other girls. Don’t bring Kelly up here. Studio rules except with us. Okay?”
“You two know that no matter who or how many girls I photograph here, none of them are my girlfriend. You are. You’re the only girls I’ll even consider coming here to make out with. Or anything else like that.”
“If we don’t intend to screw each other tonight—and we don’t—we should leave and go home. We have to also know when we’re ready and what we’re coming here for. We were working tonight and got a little carried away. If we went any further right now, I think I’d lose control and want to go all the way,” Ronda said.
“Yeah. This wasn’t really a date,” Chris agreed. “You should walk us home and kiss us soundly on our doorsteps.”
“Kiss me on my lips,” Ronda said. “I don’t care about kissing on my doorstep.”
We all laughed and pulled our clothes that were disheveled, back into place. I checked to make sure the lights were out and all the doors were locked. Then we headed home.
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum was a fun show and Vicki and I enjoyed ourselves and the risqué banter. We left the show holding hands and headed for the car.
“I’ve a face that holds a thousand promises and a body that stands behind each promise,” Vicki quoted.
“I love the breadth, but the length. Aren’t you a bit too short for me?” I got that mostly right.
“With me lying on top, we’ll be perfect.”
“But how often will we find ourselves in that position?”
“Tonight, at least.”
“Vicki, I’m not going to take your virginity.”
“Oh, God, no! I’m too young for a baby. I just want to fool around!”
“Really?”
“Really! Melanie has been telling me stories and coaching me. She’s a wonderful big sister. She’s fucked five guys and is still a virgin.”
“I don’t think that’s actually possible,” I said. We got to the car and she slid right over beside me.
“Please, Nate? I promise not to leave you hanging this time. Melanie says I still owe you one from last time.”
“You don’t owe me anything, Vicki. I will say, though, that the idea of making out with you again is appealing.”
“Then let’s!”
I considered where I’d been most often and most recently, remembering Kelly’s advice not to go to the same place all the time. Thinking of Kelly made me think of the golf course, and I turned off the highway when I saw the sign.
“Do you want to play a few holes?” Vicki snickered as she nipped at my shoulder.
“There’s a place back here where we won’t be disturbed,” I answered, thinking about the holes I’d like to play with. I’d said I wouldn’t fuck her, but the condoms were under the front seat. Just in case.
I found a place to park that was out of sight as far as I could tell, and Vicki immediately pushed me back against the door to kiss me. I wasn’t too slow about getting a hand on her tit. Last time we dated she’d told me I could play with them anytime. She was wearing a bra this time, which was a little disappointing.
“You can take it off of me,” she whispered as we kissed.
“Why don’t we get in back where we don’t have the steering wheel gouging into my side,” I suggested.
“Mmm. Okay.”
I opened the car door, but in the time it took me to get out of the car, Vicki had rolled over the back of the seat into the rear.
“This is a lot roomier,” she said. “Now where were we?”
“We were kissing and I was just about to remove your bra so I can suck on your luscious little nipples.”
“Yeah. Might as well take my shirt off, too. So it doesn’t get wrinkled, you know?”
It might already have been too late for that, but I unbuttoned the front and pulled it off her arms. The bra wasn’t really padded, but it probably offered more support than her little tits required. I reached around behind her and found the catch so I could free her girls to play. While I was doing that, she was busy unbuttoning my shirt and exposing my bare chest. When her breasts came free, she smashed them against my chest and began scraping up and down. I stretched out and she started humping against my cock.
“This is what it would be like if we were actually screwing,” she said. “I can feel the ridge of your cock against my clitty. You can touch me there again if you want to.”
I rolled slightly so she was against the back of the seat and worked my way down her bare chest to tease her nipples with my tongue. They were stiff and made little cones that puffed up off the roundness of her blossoming boob. At the same time, I started working my hand up her leg under her short skirt until I felt her panties. I felt that moist heat emanating from her pussy and wondered if she’d pass out again when she came. She was definitely humping against my fingers.
“Nate. You could… You could go inside my panties with your fingers.”
I felt around the edges of her panties and finally found the waistband. I slid my hand down along her tummy headed toward her pussy. She had a light dusting of hair, but it felt thinner the farther down I went. And then I stroked gently up and down her bare slit, coaxing the lips open to find the abundant lubrication she was producing. I dragged some with my finger so I could find and circle her little clit.
“Ohhhh. That’s so much better than doing it myself. Will you make me come again?”
“Yes, I will, little cheerleader. But I’m going to explore all over your little pussy before I let you go over the edge.”
“Really? You’ll touch my… hole?” she whispered.
“Yes,” I said, sliding down until I felt my finger slip inside. I began sawing in and out just to the first knuckle or a little further. She was moaning in rhythm to my thrusts.
“This… is… what… it would be… like… if we were making… a baby,” she gasped.
I couldn’t really argue with that, but I withdrew my finger and pressed back between her cheeks and felt her asshole. I’d found out from Kelly that some girls liked to have it stimulated.
“Oh! And that’s where you can fuck me when we’re not having a baby.”
What???
“Do you want to fuck me there now?”
“Um… No. Not right now. Just relax and I’ll play with your clitty some more.”
“Yeah. Do all that stuff and lick my titties and suck on me.”
I did all those things, including sticking my finger farther into her pussy hole and feeling how incredibly wet she’d become. She moaned again, then pulled my finger out of her panties. She brought it to her mouth and tasted it, then offered it to me. I sucked her juices off my finger.
“Nate, do you like the way I taste?”
“Yes. I think you are yummy.” I attacked a nipple again and she squirmed.
“Would you… If I took my panties off, would you lick my clitty?”
“Lick it?”
“If you think that’s gross, never mind. I just thought it would really feel good to have what you’re doing to my titties done to my clitty.”
“I’ve never done it before, Vicki. But if you’re willing to let me try, I’d love to do that for you.”
She didn’t actually answer. She just reached for her panties and shimmied out of them. Then she pulled her skirt—the last thing she was wearing—up around her waist and I looked down in the dim light at the bare pussy of a young woman who was inviting me to lick it.
I kissed my way down from her breasts over her tummy and just enjoyed kissing all around her navel. I licked it for practice and she giggled. Then I moved south of her skirt and started kissing all around her legs and into the light hair around the top of her pussy.
“Melanie told me I’d never get a boy to lick me if I didn’t shave off the hair around my clitty. Did I shave smooth enough down there?”
“It’s beautiful, Vicki,” I breathed sending a light breeze across her remaining pussy hair. I edged down farther and she dropped her leg off the front of the seat to spread herself open for my kisses.
I did kiss. But I also pulled back so I could look at this secret treasure a girl carried between her legs. I wished I had light and almost turned on the dome light, but I was afraid that would freak her out. So, I used my thumbs to spread her lips apart and licked from her hole up to her clit and then back. I jabbed a couple of times with my tongue, but I didn’t go in far, of course. Then I moved up her slit a little and started licking around her clit the same way I used my fingers.
“Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! You can press harder with your tongue. It’s not like your fingers. Oh, yeah! It’s as good as she said it would be. Oh, yeah! Nate, you’re going to make me come again. Put a finger in me and fuck me while I come!”
What could I do? I moved my hand under my chin and started probing into her vagina. It wasn’t long before I had my whole finger inside. I wasn’t sure what to do next. I didn’t think I should try to put another finger in her because she was really tight, so I just started exploring around inside her while I continued to lick her clit. She rose almost to a peak twice before she ascended and clamped down in my finger, The sudden pressure low on my finger caused the tip to curl up and Vicki started coming. Mostly just chanting, “Oh, yeah!” as she convulsed on my finger and tongue. I sucked on her clit a little like I did on her nips and that really seemed to accelerate her orgasm. I wondered what would happen if I bit it, but decided to save that for later. I moved back up her body, kissing along her tummy and tits on my way to her face. I kept my finger buried in her as we kissed some more.
“Mel told me I’d never felt anything like that. She was right. That was so good, I could fall in love with you. Don’t worry. I’m not. I know you’re kind of a practice boyfriend. When I have a real boyfriend of my own, I’m going to have him do that all the time!”
“Lucky guy,” I said, finally dragging my finger out of her pussy. I licked it off. She really was pretty tasty.
We lay there cuddled together and having little kisses while she recovered before she said, “My turn.”
“Hmm?” I asked.
She squirmed down and pushed me back so I was lying firmly on the seat. Then she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. Oh. Well, I’d had hand jobs from others and I wasn’t going to object to Vicki practicing on me. I had a couple of handkerchiefs in my pockets.
She pulled my drawers down and just lay there staring my cock in the eye.
“Wow. It’s a lot bigger than your finger. I hope I stretch that much. We won’t do that right now, though, okay? I’ll just take care of you.”
“Okay,” I whispered as she began lightly rubbing my cock up and down. She smeared the precome around the head, which felt really good. Then she let spit dribble out of her mouth onto my cock and spread that around so she could stroke all the way from tip to root. It felt great and I was glad I wasn’t in an urgent need to come because I really wanted to enjoy Vicki stroking my cock.
She pushed her hand all the way down to the root of my cock, making it stand up straight, and then put her mouth on it. I jerked a little. But she didn’t just kiss the tip like I thought she was doing. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head. I could feel her tongue just swirling around the tip of my cock. I moaned.
She popped off the end.
“Am I doing it right?”
“I… um… don’t really have any experience with that either, honey. It sure felt good.”
“Mel made me practice on a banana. She said not to try to take you too far in or I’d gag. I can go a little farther, though.”
Vicki went back to sucking my dick and I silently thanked Melanie for her instructions to her little sister.
And Vicki did take me farther into her mouth—at least a couple of inches. She kept stroking me with her hand as she bobbed up and down on my cock. This was too incredible for words.
“Vicki, I’m gonna come,” I moaned. She didn’t change her rhythm and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I started jetting right into her mouth. It was incredible. She stopped bobbing with the head of my cock still in her mouth as I came a bucketload. I could feel her swallowing and cleaning me with her tongue.
“Our priest says it’s a sin to spill a man’s seed on the ground, so Melanie said I had to make sure I got it all and swallowed it. I think it tastes better than the banana.”
I made a mental note to thank Father Emory.
She kissed me and I tongue wrestled with her for a while. I could taste the slight salt of my come in her mouth, but I’d tasted my come before and it didn’t bother me. She started humping against me again and if her skirt hadn’t come down between us, I’d have been fucking right into her.
“Mmmhmm. Oh, yeah!” she said in her announcement that she was ready to come again. I reached behind and grabbed her ass, moving my finger down the crack until I was pressed against her back door. “Oh, yeah!” she screamed as my finger penetrated just the tip. We lay there a while, kissing again. She wanted to know if I wanted to come again, but I said I was good. I’m not sure why I said that. Ten minutes later, I was wishing I was pouring come down her throat again.
“We should probably pull ourselves together and go home,” I said. “It’s getting late.”
“Yeah. Next time we go out, it will officially be our third date and we can fuck. You know, not make babies, but in the other hole. Mel said she’d make sure I was ready by then.”
“Well, whatever Mel says,” I breathed.
We had a moment of panic when we couldn’t find her bra, but I located it in the back of the wagon where we’d thrown it over the seat. When we were dressed, I kissed her again passionately and we got in the front to drive home.
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