"Yeah? Which one did you hear about? Cool fuckers came out of the woodwork when you left for Nam."
"That's what I heard and I heard it from a 1st Cav door gunner, Jake Evans. The fucker pulls my team out of a hot LZ… rat a tat tat… hey, Jack! It's me, Jake, Jake Evans… rat a tat tat… How the fuck ya been, bro?… rat a tat tat… Long time no see… rat a tat tat… I fucked your wife in a parking lot at the Piggly Wiggly… rat a tat tat… rat a tat tat… great piece of ass… rat… He took a bullet right through the head."
"You shot him?"
"No, the dinks got him. I wouldn't shoot Jake for fucking a slut."
"Wow. I don't even remember that fuck or Jake Evans. Was he at the wedding?"
"No, he was a year ahead of us. He was on his second tour with the Cav. I doubt you'd remember him, but I should think you'd remember getting fucked in a Piggly Wiggly parking lot."
"Which time? That's where I did most of my shopping until they said I couldn't shop there anymore. I thought their meat prices were rather high anyway, and they didn't trim. They had a lot of nerve telling me to shop elsewhere. Anyway, just remember, seduce in the conventional way, and don't ever buy anything from the Piggly Wiggly."
"I think I can handle that order, Sue."
"We'll see, won't we. One thing you need to know about Sarah. She looks good, talks good, has a degree in English from SMU, but she's a fucking bubble head.
Don't tell her jokes because she won't get them, and sarcasm is a waste of breath. If you blow in her ear, you'll see her hair puff out on the other side.
Treat her as you would any cheerleader and you'll be fine. I'd better be going.
Don't let up on Dawn.
Don't let her cool off and start thinking. Send her home wet and gooey and get a key. I'll do something to stoke her fire again on my way out. Wait thirty minutes, then call her in and do something dirty."
"Like what?"
"Oh, strip her naked and have her masturbate for you. Girls like her have never let anyone see them masturbate. That always gets them fired up. When you send her out, find something to make her wear in her cunt, something that will keep her attention focused between her legs."
"Like what?"
"Jesus Christ, Jack, can't you do any thinking for yourself. Look around.
Pretend you have a pussy. Find something phallic or smooth and irregular."
"How about a light bulb?"
"Humm, you're on the right track, but if the fucker broke you could kiss that pussy goodbye.
I'm sure you'll think of something. I need to run. I want to make sure I'm home when Heather gets home from school. The crew won't be back until Thursday, but Sarah and I have a scene planned for her."
"That should be interesting."
"It should be. Sarah has agreed to let Heather see us doing our thing. That's a big step for Sarah, but I promised her I'd lure Heather into it if she'd get naked and let it all hang out. Heather is interested in Sarah and she has no idea we are sexually involved. If any chick can bring out the bisexual side of Heather, Sarah can. It should be interesting.
If all goes well, we'll be in a three-way lesbian lovefest and your daughter will be bloated with our piss by the time you get home."
"Fuck! An hour ago, I'd have never believed that was possible. Now, I expect it. God, what I wouldn't give for a picture of Heather slurping at Sarah Brewer's pissing pussy-or yours. Hell, any pussy. I never would have guessed something as disgusting as that would turn me on, but my dick has never been that hard, especially after two climaxes in the space of thirty minutes."
"You're not alone. It's even better for the pisser and better yet for the pissee once the pissee gets over the initial shock. After you drink a full bladder and don't get sick, you're hooked. I have Sarah so hooked on my piss that she'll take big chances in public places to keep me from wasting my piss in a toilet. She has gone down on me in a car, in a changing booth, under the table at restaurants, in elevators, in public parks, between racks of clothes, in parking lots-not Piggly Wiggly."
"Christ, and you've gotten away with this?"
"Hell no! She has been caught in the act many times. Once she starts, she can't stop. I give it to her slow so that she will get caught. That's why we do most of our shopping in Ft. Worth. Dallas isn't big enough for her.
Too many Dallas Cowboys fans know the cheerleaders on sight. She gets requests for autographs all the time, but that never happens in Ft. Worth. The fact that she spends most of her time in Dallas wearing her uniform hasn't occurred to her. You'd think Ft. Worth were in another state. Anyway, she feels relatively safe there and it's so convenient. A thirty minute drive and we're in a foreign land where anything goes."
"God, I love it! I gotta hand it to you, Sue. Winning over Sarah Brewer to the slut cause is worthy of a plaque at Texas Stadium. If they only knew."
"I'll take some Polaroids to hold you over. That'll give you something to jack off to. Look under your pillow. Stay away until after six. Seven will be better.
Remember to call regardless."
"Will do. I'll go shopping for a TV and VCR."
"Buy some blank tapes, lots of them. See you at seven, lover boy."
Heather sat through classes on Monday either remembering Friday and Saturday or thinking ahead to Thursday. She had a lot to think about and had no business being in school with her mind elsewhere. Fortunately, she took her last final exam on Friday and could coast the last three days. Still, the constant intrusions into her private thoughts were a nuisance and all the people made it impossible to masturbate. She never wanted to masturbate more in her life, and all she could do was rub her pussy on the seat.
Even that did not escape attention.
Penny Harper leaned across the aisle and whispered, "God, Heather, what's wrong with you? Can't you sit still? You look like you're trying to rub yourself off on your seat.
Guys are staring at you. Can't you tell? Did someone slip you a Spanish Fly or what?"
Heather slowed her squirming but couldn't stop completely even though she now saw that she had attracted half a dozen sets of eyes and two sets were trying to look up her skirt which had worked its way up her thighs almost to the crotch. She wished, now, that she hadn't impulsively flushed her panties after third period English. She wished she could close her legs. She wished Penny would butt out. She wished the seat had a rougher texture. She wished the teacher, Mrs. Vargas, would notice and say something, make her stand in a corner; or better yet, come up before the class and masturbate in the nude.
"Ummm, yes, wouldn't that be something." Heather smiled at the delicious thought.
Penny leaned in again to say, "God, Heather, why don't you just go ahead and frig off? You may as well. You look pathetic doing it that way." Penny waited until Mrs.
Vargas had her back to the class, then she reached to Heather's lap and pushed the hem of Heather's skirt up past the mound. Heather sucked a deep breath as Penny said, "I thought so-no panties.
God, you even shave your pussy. What a slut. Go ahead. Finger fuck it. I dare you. I double dare you. You're chicken."
Vargas faced the class again so Penny sat straight.
Heather's skirt remained where Penny moved it and now eight sets of eyes were straining to see the shaved and naked pussy between her parted legs.
Mrs. Vargas couldn't see the pussy, but she did take notice of all the heads turned to face Heather's lap. She moved over one aisle and now saw a bare lap.
She slowly moved three seats up that aisle and saw the bare pussy. Oddly, she didn't say anything. From five feet away, she looked directly at the shiny clit while droning on, then returned to the front of the class, still droning, leaving three times as many sets of eyes as before. Now, over half the class was looking and half of those could see pussy.
Penny leaned in again to say, "She knows.
She saw. She's giving you the go ahead. Do it, Heather. Come on, do it!"