Not This Time
4
Get Out of Town
ALLEN PULLED UP to the corner. I ran out, jumped into his car, and he sped away. I was certain no one had seen us. I was also certain Allen had done this before. It was too practiced. Too smooth. We crossed the Red River of the North into Moorhead, Minnesota, and he drove straight to the Mercury Hotel. At least he’d chosen a decent place. If we’d gone to Motel 6, I’d have left.
No, I wouldn’t. I’d have fucked him and then left.
He had apparently already checked in and we went straight to his room. No one batted an eye.
“I hope this place has room service,” I said.
“Why is that?”
“Once you see me naked, you aren’t going to want me to get dressed for dinner.”
“I believe you’re being impertinent, little girl. Teacher is going to have to spank you.”
“Uh-uh. No fantasies, Allen. I’m not a little girl and the fact that I happen to be your student in real life is irrelevant. If you need a helpless dumb cheerleader who will give you a blowjob for a better grade, you should have chosen El Sanderson. She needs it and I hear she gives good head.”
“Yeah, she does.” I looked at him and started laughing.
“You are an ace perv. You already did El? I hope she’s getting a good grade out of it.”
“She’s going to graduate. So, what is it that you want?”
“Mmm. That’s better. Sex is a transaction. It’s better to do the bargaining before we get started.”
“That’s pretty mercenary. Are you thinking of becoming a prostitute?”
“Do you mean a streetwalker selling sex for money? No. I might get married one day. It’s the same difference. Sex for a home, security, happiness. Or maybe I’ll just have sex for the pure pleasure of getting my cunt reamed by a guy who knows what he’s doing. You do know what you’re doing, don’t you Allen?”
“I think I fill your requirements. But what is it you really want?”
“I need a little help getting out of town. Not money. Nothing like that. I need to graduate and the next day walk out of my house and leave town. Maybe a lift to Grand Forks. That’s far enough that I can make my own way from there without anyone being the wiser. Even you won’t know where I go from there.”
“And that ‘lift’ is worth having sex with me?”
“Well, the lift and the pure pleasure of getting my cunt reamed by a guy who knows what he’s doing,” I laughed.
“And you’re willing to pay in advance? Most girls would want to wait until I delivered them to Grand Forks.”
“Most girls? Most girls I know couldn’t put together a plan that far in advance. Besides, once we get to Grand Forks, I’ll double your payment.”
“Deal. Now let’s get to the pure pleasure part.”
Fucking A! It was!
I’d always been one of those girls—well, women—who assumed that all the jocks were terrible lovers, only concerned about themselves and not about their women’s pleasure. Well, the only one I had to compare, I’d married. He needed to get his rocks off and I had a pussy. End of story.
Allen wasn’t like that. He was a really great lover. I’d put him right up there next to the fifteen-year-old. Yeah. I’d fucked seven guys in the six weeks since prom and the freshman was the best of the lot. Until Allen.
To start with, Allen kissed.
Sure, I kissed Jesse. I kissed all the guys I’d fucked. But they kissed in order to get to the main attraction. Jesse kissed because that’s when I let him feel my tits. As soon as he had them out of the bra, he quit kissing and started sucking. Allen kissed as if it was the main attraction. Oh, there was touchy feely and a little groping going on, but it was just part of the kiss. I hadn’t worn a bra, so it wasn’t like he had to struggle to get at my tits. But he didn’t stop kissing once he had my bare nipple between his fingers. Even when he discovered I wasn’t wearing panties either, he still kept kissing me. I’d never come with a guy before. He didn’t even have his cock out of his pants before I’d had my first orgasm.
My first orgasm with a man in two lives. In twenty-five years of marriage, the only orgasms I’d ever had were when I was alone and believed I wouldn’t be disturbed. That was tricky with a baby and then a toddler in the house. I don’t think I had a single orgasm from the time my daughter was five and when she left for college. What a wasted life!
Even when he’d diddled me to two comes, Allen didn’t rush things. We paused to catch our breath and I stood up to remove his clothes. My open blouse and unzipped skirt just fell on the floor and I kicked off my shoes. Then I turned my attention to Allen. I pulled his polo shirt up over his head and ran my fingers down his hairy chest, feeling the taut muscles. I was pretty sure that there wasn’t one of the guys on the football team he coached who had muscles like this. And when I got his pants off, I was sure none of them had a cock like this. It stood tall and proud and I did something else I’d never done in two lives: I took it in my mouth.
I knew about blowjobs. El had given detailed instructions on how to give a good one at a sleepover when we were sophomores. I hadn’t been opposed to them, but Jesse couldn’t last long enough for me to get it in my mouth. I’d had his cock out of his pants twice before prom and he spurted in my hand before I could get it in my mouth. None of the other guys had been interested in getting blown if I was willing to spread my legs. And in my other life… well, after I got knocked up, I just wasn’t interested in giving Jesse a blowjob. He’d done enough damage as it was.
I sat Allen on the edge of the bed and truly explored a cock for the first time. I looked at it, touched it, licked it, tasted it. He didn’t come right away, letting me just take my time discovering things like how to keep my teeth off it and how deep I could get it in my mouth without choking. He moaned and lay back on the bed as I sucked, licked, stroked, and bobbed on his cock.
“I’m going to come soon,” he whispered. “I won’t be able to warn you again.”
“Do you want me to stop so you can fuck my pussy?” I asked.
“I want to fuck your pussy, but it’s not a one or the other thing. You didn’t think I’d just come once and that would be it for the night, did you?”
“I might not have been with the right guys so far,” I said. “I’ve never done this before. Just go ahead and come when you are ready.”
“Dumb jocks,” Allen muttered and groaned again as my mouth returned to his cock. I loved the way the skin slid up and down beneath my fingers. I loved the swelling of his cockhead in my mouth before he came. I loved… well, tolerated the taste as his first spurt hit the back of my throat and I swallowed his come. I didn’t fall in love with the flavor like El said we would. It was the power I felt as his come flowed into my mouth. I didn’t even think about spitting it out. I just drank it down. My tummy gave a little rumble.
“I’ll be right back,” I said. I ran to the bathroom and drank a glass of water, rinsing my mouth so it didn’t taste so much like come. I went back to the bed and crawled in beside Allen. He kissed me again.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he said.
“Give you a blowjob?”
“That, too. You didn’t have to rush off and rinse your mouth before I’d kiss you. I don’t plan to go rinse your taste out of my mouth after I’ve eaten you and then kiss you. The flavors aren’t important. Kissing is.”
“You’re going to eat me?”
“Oh, yes, I certainly am.”
“Was it okay? The blowjob?”
“If I just said it was great, would you believe me?” I shook my head. “Well, it was, so I guess I’ll have to explain. I’ve had a lot of blowjobs. I was fourteen when I got the first one. Jocks get used to having girls do whatever they want them to. I’ve never—well once—been interested in having a permanent relationship. I like teaching seniors in high school. I have every girl’s birthday on my calendar. I know when a girl turns eighteen and she becomes the next target for a one-night affair.”
“Every girl in my class gets the hotel treatment when she turns eighteen?” I gasped. He laughed.
“No. I think about it with all of them. But this year, only about a dozen. The rest were just fantasies but pretty much had their heads up their own asses. Beautiful teenage girls can be just as self-absorbed as jocks. No. I’m not going to tell you who. Suffice it to say that most eighteen-year-olds have no clue about how to give a blowjob. El Sanderson is an exception.”
“She’s been giving them since seventh grade.”
“Not only that, she studied how to give great head. But what you just did… It wasn’t self-absorbed. It was a little stumbling and inexperienced, but you were into it. Like all sex, it helps if both parties are into it. It lets you relax and just enjoy. So, it was great. I felt like you were doing it because you really wanted to be doing it for me. I loved it.”
“How have you managed to stay single?”
“What girl is going to want to marry a guy who they know will fuck as many eighteen-year-olds as he can possibly get away with?”
“I’m eighteen, you know.”
“And we have a long night ahead of us.”
Twenty-five years married and I’d never had a man go down on me. The only time I’d had my pussy eaten was by a woman desk clerk in a hotel. And I died from that. What a fucking waste. Not one of the seven boys I’d had sex with since I got back in this body had even looked at my pussy. Allen did as good and thorough a job exploring me as I’d done with him and he was considerably more expert at it. I came so much I was crying.
And then he just held me.
I could feel that he was hard, but he didn’t try to move between my legs or get me to touch him again or anything. He just held me as my body recovered from the best orgasms I’d had in two lives.
And then he kissed me.
No, he didn’t go rinse his mouth out and I could taste myself on his lips and I didn’t care. He reached for his pants to get a condom.
“What we don’t want are any unplanned pregnancies,” he laughed. I pushed his hand away.
“It’s too late for that.” He jumped away from me. “Don’t panic, Allen. I’m not looking for a baby-daddy. If I was, it would already be done. I’d point out the boy, my parents would have a talk with his parents, and three weeks from today we’d be married. Ain’t gonna happen. Not this time. Just get me out of town the day after graduation and you’ll never hear from me again. That’s our deal. So, if you’d like to feel the skin of your glorious cock soaking in my pussy, just make love to me. This is a night I’m never going to forget.”
He smiled and pulled me to him for another kiss. It was the first time I’d ever come on a man’s cock, too.
Two weeks later, the day after I got my diploma, Allen picked me up in front of my parents’ house at one o’clock in the afternoon. Dad was at work and Mother was at the beauty parlor for her weekly shampoo. Gross. I tossed a suitcase and my backpack in the backseat of his car. I’d been to the bank in the morning, borrowing Mother’s car under the pretense of going to the bank to deposit my graduation gift checks. In reality, I cashed them and closed my accounts, taking $2,100 and some change out of the bank with me.
I rode in silence as we hit I-29 south.
I’d left a letter on the kitchen table. It wasn’t much. Eighteen years in this house plus another twenty-five in my other life, and I was done. I wasn’t really that mad at my parents. They were pretty typical for their generation. I couldn’t think of any of my friends’ parents who I’d rather have had. But I had little feeling left for them. I’d said goodbye to them twenty-two years ago in my other life. I’d adjusted. Even when they died, they considered me a disappointment. So, I simply said that I was sorry I was such a burden to them, but that I was striking out on my own and not to bother looking for me. I’d let them know if I ever wanted to see them again.
Harsh. I didn’t intend to cry.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Allen asked. He reached over and patted my hand. One great night of sex and two pats on my hand and I was ready to fall in love with the man. Maybe that was my second big decision. I wasn’t going to fall for a man just because I was a weak woman who was in trouble. I smiled at him and wiped the tear off my cheek.
“Want and need are two different things. I had an English teacher who taught me to examine the meanings of the words I used. This is what I need to do.”
“Just know that I’m here if you need me,” he said.
“You rented us a room for tonight, didn’t you?” He grinned. “Good. I need you tonight. Tomorrow you’re a free man again.”
“I’ve always been a free man,” he said. “You’re almost enough to make me give that up, though.”
“Really? Did you know Mary Jo turned eighteen yesterday?”
“Really?”
“You knew. I’m pretty sure she’d be interested in a party. You know what else? I’ve seen her in the shower. She shaves. Everything bald.” I saw his cock twitch. I reached over and petted it. He moaned. “You already set it up, didn’t you?”
“How did you get to know me so well so quickly?”
“It’s okay. In a different world—if I wasn’t pregnant—I might try to convince you to keep me. You might even convince me to let you keep your eighteen-year-olds, too. But that’s not the world we live in. Just make love to me tonight like you mean it and I’ll be on my way. Then fuck Mary Jo raw next weekend.”
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