What kept life interesting in New England, was the constant arrival of new kids. Whenever Mr. MacIntyre's school got a new bus load, or even just a few new heads, it was soon common knowledge around Mrs. Goody's place.
"You should see this one," Susie confided to Jody.
"What's so special about him?"
"Well, I just saw him for a few minutes, but he is good looking, and he gave me that look with his eyes, you know?"
The girls giggled. They'd both learned to recognize the look in a boy's eyes when he was stalking a girl.
"So you think he had the hots for you?"
"I'm telling you!" Susie insisted.
"Well, what's his name?"
"Gregg. Manny checked it out for me. He didn't look too happy about doing it, but he did. He does want to keep me feeling good about him,"
Susie said.
"Well, I guess I know why. Alright, let's check out this Gregg character," Jody consented.
It was late, however, and they'd have to draw up a plan of action. In the meanwhile, they were both getting hot just from talking about this new kid, Gregg, and they both wanted to feel the sweet friction of sex on their young cunts right away.
"I'm horny now!" Jody moaned.
She moved out on her bed, stretching, opening up her legs and beginning to stroke her blonde little honey pot with her fingers. She'd developed some interesting techniques, and was able to get a finger up her ass, as she massaged her own clitoris and finger-fucked herself.
Susie looked on, watching the blonde girl work up a sweat, moaning and sweating, humping her torso up, as though there were a man on top of her.
Susie loved to watch Jody masturbate. She loved to see anyone in a state of sexual delirium, and Jody reached that orbit quickly, and knew how to hold onto it, making it last.
Jody brought her other hand up and began to pinch her nipples, making the little mushrooms taut and perky.
"Oh, Gregg! Stick it in me!" Jody moaned.
Susie almost laughed at that, but she could understand it, and it made her want to do the same thing. She felt her own pussy get wet, and her own little hand dropped down to her delta, which was more than ripe for some action.
Susie stretched out on the bed with Jody, and began to masturbate herself, her own fingers penetrating deeply into her little twat.
The action got complicated within a few minutes, and the girl's started working on each other. Sex seemed to occupy so much of their time, of their thoughts, that any hang-ups they ever had were fair game to go out the window.
Jody loved having her cunt lapped, and she closed her eyes as it was happening, imagining herself surrounded by beautiful boys, all of them fighting for an inch of her skin to lick with their tongues.
While her head flooded with this fantasy, she licked at Susie's twat, noticing Susie's wild physical responses, the way the little girl bucked and kicked, and got very hard to hold onto as the action went on and on.
Soon Susie was coming, and she tightened her smooth thighs around Jody's head just a little too tight, but the blonde girl held on, not complaining, knowing that Susie probably had her own fantasy built up, and she didn't want to snap her back to reality until she'd come.
Jody also had a good distraction going for her, and the pressure of Susie's thighs on her head didn't seem to matter much in the face of all the pleasure she was receiving from the girl's tongue.
Susie's little breasts tempted Jody, and she found herself seeking them out, pinching the taut nipples. Susie's responses increased, and not only that, but she started to reciprocate, and soon Jody was feeling herself totally involved, almost to the point where she didn't need her fantasies anymore, and could get off on just what was happening.
Fantasies are fun though, she thought, and didn't cross them off her list of things to enjoy. It was just that, when they weren't needed, why bother?
"Oh! I need a big cock inside me!" Jody moaned.
Susie couldn't provide that action, but she did dig deeper into the blonde's pussy lips with her tongue, making Jody moan and throb, her whole body shaking in the delights of terminal orgasm. Yes, the little blonde was coming, her whole being absorbed in the sweet sensual tongue that was licking at her cunt!
"Oh that's nice!"
"I'm coming soon!"
"I'm coming NOW!" Jody blurted out.
It was the last coherent thing she said for the next few moments, during which time, she was in a sexual delirium, matched equally by Susie, who was also feeling the powerful, purposeful stroking of Jody's own tongue on her own little bush.
The two girls came together, in a rhapsody of sensations that filled them both with thrills they needed desperately, and appreciated accordingly.
"Wow! That was nice!" Jody said, straightening up on the bed.
"Yeah! That was something. I'll bet you were dreaming that Gregg and five other Gregg's were laying it into you," Susie said, causing them both to giggle.
"Dreams are nice, sometimes," Jody said, reflectively.
"So's having your bush sucked," Susie added and again, a fit of giggles flooded the room.
The girls went to sleep that night, their fires somewhat put at ease, but their appetites, still strong and distinct.
Jody wanted to check out this new boy, Gregg, and she knew how she was going to play it. Through Manny. Manny would cooperate, if she promised him the right thing.
As soon as she got a chance to speak to him, she set up a meeting with the new boy, but it would have to wait until the weekend. Manny was insistent about that. It was only Wednesday, and Jody wasn't the patient type. But, she reasoned, the weekend is better than nothing, and she could hold on. This Gregg had better be good, she thought, but didn't say out loud.
Manny wanted some pussy, but she held him off. First of all they were in the woods, and she didn't like taking risks like that if she could help it, not in the afternoon.
He got kind of insistent, and he finally talked Jody into just showing him her tits.
"I just want to suck on them," he said, as soon as they were out.
She watched his little mouth cover the taut buttons of her nipples. His demands always started small and increased. She watched him take his cock out and begin to stroke it himself. She knew she could have reached down and helped him, but it excited her to watch a boy jerk-off, and she told him she'd pose for him like a magazine picture, if he'd lie down in the grass with her, and jerk himself off.
"Hey, that's a wild idea!" he delighted.
"But you can't touch me. You can just tell me how you want me to pose."
"That's fair. Wow! That's wild."
He seemed to like the idea, and it appealed to her also, to be a sexual object, and at the same time not be touched. She wanted to see him jerking it, getting himself off on just the sight of her.
Jody stretched out on the grass, on her side, opening her blouse and lifting her skirt, pulling her underpants down so that her little bush was exposed.
Manny got down, just a few feet from her, fully dressed, except his huge cock was protruding from his zipper, and his hands were busy playing with his thick rod.
"Put your hands over your head. Like, put them on the crown of your head, and jut those tits out at me!"
She did what he said. She felt like a magazine model.
"Wow! That's pretty. Now I can really concentrate. Jody, lick your lips for me. I like to see them glistening wet."
Jody smiled, her eyes burning deeply into his, and she licked her lips, her tongue making a great show of moistening them.
Manny's cock was pulsing in his hands. He was moist, and looked like he was going to explode any minute.
"Jody, put your mouth over it!"
"Now Manny, you know that isn't part of the game," she said, thrusting her breasts out more.
She wanted her image, the sight of her, to be enough for him. That, in some mysterious way, pleased the hell out of her.
Manny wanted more, she could tell that, but she wanted to see a boy jerk himself off. She wanted to see the come shoot out of his cock, while his own hands were working it.
"Come on, Manny, let yourself come!"
"Jody, your little pussy looks so good. Let me kiss it for you just once.
"You know where that'll lead. We already set the rules, Manny, so you might as well come. You like my breasts?"
She jutted them up more, and then, just to drive him wild, she bent her head way down and lifted one of her tits up, so that she could just barely touch the nipple with her own tongue.
That was what finally got to him, and soon he was spilling, shooting bolts of come out of his cock.
"Oh Jody! You're so pretty!"
She looked at his cock, as the hot bolts shot towards her, and she had to move quickly to avoid the deluge. Even so, she got a few drops of his sticky come on her breasts and blouse.
He finished shooting and rested on the grass a moment. His cock was sticky, and he took out a handkerchief and wiped it off.
"Wow! That was nice but it could have been nicer," he said, looking at her as if she'd denied him the real goodies.
"Look, Manny. You have to be ready to try knew kicks. That was a great kick. I got off just watching you do that."
"Really?"
"Yeah, sure. That was great. You look so strong and manly with that hot come shooting out of your cock."
"Sorry I got it on your blouse."
"Oh, it washes off. Now don't forget this weekend. I want to meet Gregg, and I want you to tell him something for me, alright?" she asked.
"Sure. What?"
"Tell him that I have a beautiful body, and that I'm a real hot bitch.
Tell him that of all the girls here, I'm the one everyone wants. You can do that, can't you?"
Manny grinned. She sure could manipulate, but then, it wasn't far from the truth. Jody was a piece of ass, and everyone knew it.
"Don't be surprised if he knows all about you already," Manny said.
"From who?"
Manny shrugged, doing his blank, almost poker-face, and she knew she'd received as much information as she was going to get from him. Well, alright, she'd gotten what she wanted, and the weekend would be on them in a few short days.
Manny and Jody parted in the woods, both going away with their own feelings, with their own rewards for what had just happened.
By Thursday, Jody was tense. She'd snuck around MacIntyre's place a few times, but she didn't see anyone new, let alone a dark-haired, well-muscled guy named Gregg. She was getting more and more impatient.
Thursday night in bed, she conjured up a picture of what Gregg should look like up close, and she used it, locking it in her mind, to allow herself to masturbate. She heard the springs of the bed begin to make their characteristic squeaks, as her finger humping got out of hand, and she had to slow down. Jody didn't want to make her kicks public.
"Oh, Gregg!" she whispered, almost seeing his face, her eyes shut tight, her little fingers stirring up her hot bush, the balls of her ass rotating down on her fingers as they entered her bush. She let a hand come up and begin to massage her nipples, imagining that it was Gregg's hand, coming up to appreciate the lightly halloed, perfection of her nipples.
She was whimpering, working so hard the sheets were covered with sweat, her little ass rotating down, as her fingers penetrated her bush and stirred it up. She let her pinky slide into her ass, and loved the complex of sensations that rushed at her. What a wonderful fantasy, Gregg provided. She didn't even really know what he looked like, and she could construct him in her mind, make him even more perfect than anyone could ever hope to be.
"Oh Gregg! I'm coming! Oh Gregg! Work on my pussy with your tongue, lover!"
Her nipples got sore and she returned her hands to her cunt, really concentrating on her little clitoris which seemed to be the easiest to ignite.
Her young body, aching for a man, was finding its own satisfaction in her masturbating, but it was a satisfaction that required intense concentration.
She thought of Manny, lying on the grass stroking his long cock, jerking it like mad, looking at her as she posed for him. That had been a kick.
The next image that filled her head, and the one that took her over the line and into a wave of orgasmic bliss, was of. Manny, jerking his cock to her image, while Gregg gave it to her in her pussy with his own stiff cock.
She loved to imagine herself being needed and desired by many men, and the thought of pleasing them both at once, and one without as much as a touch, really caused her to steam up. Her little body went into a furious dance, and the balls of her ass shook the sheets as they rotated, pushing her cunt down on her stiff fingers.
"Gregg, I'm coming! Oh, Manny, jerk that hot cock for me!" she moaned, as her body allowed her the release she craved for.
After she came, she wanted to get up and wash, but her body felt so fatigued, so overcome by the activities of the past fifteen minutes, that all she could do was lie there. She fell asleep, holding onto her fantasy world until the great black abstraction of sleep took a final hold on her.
Jody woke up and showered, feeling refreshed and alive at once. It was Friday, and that meant that there was going to be some socializing. in fact, there was a dance scheduled for that evening. Of course, there would be chaperones up the ass, but that didn't mean that two clever young bodies couldn't slide away and warm each other up.
The day drifted by, and she hardly paid any attention at all, being caught up in the wonderful fantasies of Gregg. She'd gotten word of a few new arrivals since the week began, but for some reason, and Susie probably had a lot to do with it, Gregg stood out, and it was Gregg that she was going to make her play for.
Of course it helped to have Manny as a partisan. He didn't like setting up another guy for some of her sweet little ass, but he'd do what he had to do. Jody knew she had control of Manny, at least to a point, and if she acted a certain way and took care of him also.
That was no problem before the dance, Jody and Susie helped each other prepare.
"I think I'll skip the panties," Jody said. "What?" Susie looked astonished.
"I said, I think I'll just skip the panties. Won't that be a thrill, when he puts his hands up my skirt, and there's only me up there!"
"Wow! That is an idea!" Susie said.
"Yeah, that's what I'll do."
"But what if someone notices? I mean, how the hell would you explain that one?"
"I can say I forgot. That's all. I can just say I forgot!"
Jody said it again, seemingly to convince herself that her excuse sounded realistic. At any rate, she'd decided to skip the panties, so why worry about something you're going to do anyway?
"You're crazy," Susie said, "but I like it!" Jody laughed. She liked that kind of affirmation. She felt that she had balls, guts, when it came to sex, and she wanted other girls to know that. She wanted people to talk about her as a hot firecracker. That's how she saw herself, most of the time.
The dance started out slow, with the adults in full control. There was very little booze, but just a little, slipped into cokes and consumed in stalls in the bathrooms, and someone came up with an occasional joint of marijuana.
Jody scanned the room for Manny, even long before most of the boys had shown up. He didn't seem to be in sight, and Susie was getting nervous, because she wanted to get it on with Manny that night. They clung close together, Susie and Jody, checking out the new arrivals, growing impatient by eight o'clock.
A little before nine, Manny came storming in with Gregg, and they approached the two girls right away. Jody and Susie had been mingling, but they were so distracted that most of the people they talked to could tell, and so after awhile, they kept to themselves. All of a sudden, there they were! The boys they'd been waiting for!
"Susie, and Jody, I want you to meet Gregg. He's new at MacIntyre's."
Manny beamed, as though he'd been bred especially for formal introductions.
"Hello, girls. So you're Jody," Gregg said, taking her arm at once and leading her onto the dance floor.
It just so happens they were playing a slow record, and that bit of luck gave Jody her first taste of things to come.
Gregg wasn't shy at all, and he held her tightly around her waist, his hand flat on her back, pushing her breasts to his chest. They had to be careful, dancing like that, about who was standing close, but Jody managed to devote one eye to scanning the area, making sure none of the anti-happiness squad was around.
He was everything she'd conjured last night. He was around a foot taller than she was, with curly black hair and a very tight body. Not an ounce of extra meat anywhere, but just solid muscle, which she could feel clearly defined through his white shirt and thin sports jacket.
Jody could also tell that Gregg knew how to hold a girl, and how to move her around. Their bodies responded well to each other, and not at all like they'd just met a moment ago.
She pressed her leg to his crotch, and he smiled, his hand moving through the lavish blonde hair, to stroke the soft nape of her neck.
"Gregg, you really dance!"
"Jody, Manny's been telling me I have to meet you. I see he was right about that."
She blushed, her pale skin filling with color, and her eyes lowered. He kept staring at her, and stroking her nape with a soft hand.
They were dancing in such a way, that his back was to the wall, and Jody wasn't surprised when Gregg's hand dropped from her waist and fell lightly on the balls of her buttocks. He was very brazen, looking at her eyes all the time, as his hand tightened, squeezing her, feeling the tight shape of her young body.
"That feels nice," she let out.
She wondered if he noticed that there was nothing on under the skirt. He didn't seem to, but, she figured him to be a quick one, and she thought he might have guessed it the moment he looked at her.
It sure made a difference to her, wearing no panties. She could feel the moist dew on her pussy already, and her thighs rubbed together in such a way, that she was ready to take his cock out right there on the dance floor! Now that would be a mistake, she told herself, snapping back to sanity before it got too late.
The dance ended, but they stayed very close together. Soon though, they felt self-conscious, and Jody especially, was afraid of a verbal reprimand, so they just held hands, or that is, he took her by the hand, and led her off the dance floor.
Some fast numbers came up and they sat them out, getting to know each other a little, which was hard in the face of all that noise and confusion.
"Well, it has its advantages, like being close to MacIntyre's place, for instance."
She let out a laugh, and he could tell by the way she touched him, a casual hand coming up and stroking his cheek, that he turned her on, that she wanted him.
After all the things Manny told him about Jody, she was the only girl there he even bothered to look at. She did live up to her description, though. Her blonde hair was sweet and pretty, and her eyes were something else again! Her body was young, but her breasts were fairly full, and certainly well-formed.
He noticed the way her little nipples were clearly defined, even under the white-on-white blouse, and the bra she was wearing. He could tell from looking at her, and watching her act, that she was a total flirt, and was probably only wearing a bra because she had to. He wondered if she was wearing anything under that skirt.
The skirt was more-or-less regulation length, which meant that part of her knees had to be covered, but he could see that her legs were shapely, and he imagined that they retained their shapely texture all the way up to her blonde bush.
Gregg suddenly got very hungry for her. There was a fast record on, and he asked her to dance. He wanted to see some of that machinery she had kick into gear. He wanted to see her shake it for him. He'd be able to tell so much, just from the way she used her body on the dance floor.
The number had already started when they hit the floor, but Jody got right into it. She could sense his eyes on her, and she let her hips do the talking, as well as her breasts, pumping at him, her breasts doing a splendid shimmy which she achieved through a skilled and practiced motion of her shoulders.
Jody knew how to act out her fantasies, and dancing was, to her, a way of inviting someone into her imagination. She was sure he was watching her, imagining what he'd like to do to her. She worked up a sweat quickly, beads of perspiration making her face glisten, making strands of her blonde hair cling to her face, as the bulk of her mane floated about her head and shoulders. Each time she jerked her head, her hair took off in a sea of golden blonde motion, that seemed to excite him.
He was a good dancer also. He kept it simple, but he was precise and sexy. So few boys knew how to really dance, that when a hot number came up on the record player, most of the dance floor consisted of girls dancing with girls.
Well, Gregg knew his steps, and he was laying them down nicely, even though most of his attention was going into watching his partner, as her breasts jutted and shimmied, as her hips rotated.
When she spun around, turning in quick, tight pirouettes, he could make out the balls of her ass distinctly, and, jutting out as her buttocks was, he decided that she had no panties on indeed. That was naked ass under that thin skirt, if his senses could be trusted!
That inspired him, and he really laid some steps down, even doing a half-split and bouncing back up, into a complicated dance step. Some of the others, especially the girls, had stopped dancing, and were just watching the two of them. Jody flushed with pride, as she and Gregg proceeded to hypnotize many of the dancers and onlookers, with their swift, sexy dancing.
Of course, the anti-happiness squad had to be taken into consideration, and after that one quick dance, they had to lay low for awhile, and return to a low profile. It didn't matter. They'd already established some very effective rapport, and Jody knew what was coming her way soon enough.
She didn't want to just have him once, this knew stud who promised every kind of thrill she could conjure, in his eyes. She wanted to have him again, and again, even if that meant she'd have to cater to his wishes, break down a little for him. It would be worth it, she decided, watching him wipe the sweat off of his face with a handkerchief.
He sure was one good looking guy, she thought to herself, loving the way his hair, neatly combed in the beginning of the dance, began to fall all over his forehead, over his ears. By the time the dance was over, he looked like a wild man, and Jody liked the image of a wild man! That, for sure, would be part of her next trip down fantasy lane.
They had some of the punch provided by the management, which was bland, to say the least. Not only was there no booze at all, but there was very little flavor at all.
Earlier in the evening, someone, who remained unidentified, poured some vodka in the punch, and things were moving right along until one of the chaperones got a whiff of what was going on and burned down the action, making them remove the whole bowl, pour it in the toilet, and make a second batch. As if in punishment, the second batch of punch was worse, more bland, than the first.
"This shit's terrible. I wish I had a bottle," Gregg said to Jody.
Jody could tell what kind of a boy he was at once. His symbols were direct and to the point. He was a wise ass, a tough. He was the kind of guy who could hold his own, and did so! That excited her. She knew he'd be more demanding, and maybe even take her over, in a lot of ways, but he excited her, and that was that.
The mischief in his almost black eyes, was sparkling and clear. He gazed across the dance floor, then looked at her, looking bored.
"Baby, we have to blow this place," he said.
"But where can we go."
Gregg smiled. At least it was established that she wanted to leave with him. Now, all he had to do was work out where they'd go. Well, he reasoned, there was always the woods. Yeah, that would do. But then, all the older people associated with both schools had cars, which meant there was a lot full of cars sitting around.
"Wanna hop a car and take a ride? We can find a nice quiet place to make it, and then return. Nobody'd know," he said.
Jody felt her heart jump. He was a wild one. First of all, she hadn't said she was going to make it with him. He'd assumed that. Of course, it was true, but, she was used to holding the cards, or at least having the illusion. Secondly, he wanted to steal a car. Now, that was a bit off the wall!
She looked at him and realized that she'd never known anyone as wild as him before. He wasn't fooling. He was wild! Authority meant nothing to him, and she could see it spelled out clearly on his face. He looked at the adults as though they better leave him alone if they knew what was good for them, and for some strange reason they did.
So he wanted to cop a car?! Well, Jody could see how that could be some real fun! She didn't know what to say. Perhaps the woods were better, and less complicated.
"Let's just go in the woods and get to know each other," she whispered in his ear.
He turned quickly, so that his lips touched hers before she even knew what was happening. It was such a quick sudden kiss, it took her by surprise. She flushed and looked around, wondering if anyone had noticed.
"You shouldn't do that here! You'll get us both in trouble!" she flared.
She was flattered, but his defiance scared her. She didn't want to see their party get busted up before it began. If the wrong eyes fell on them, they were in trouble.
"Fuck trouble!" he said, rather loud.
She looked at him, and she started to laugh. He just sincerely didn't care about their rules and regulations.
Jody felt strange walking towards the exit door with him. She felt differently than she'd ever felt. His defiance gave her strength, and she felt like she was going to be free of the rules and regulations that guided life at Goody's, simply because he, Gregg, would teach her how to operate around them.
Gregg had that look of strength, of pompous determination, always in his face, and it made people respect him, even though he was a mere fifteen.
He already looked like he'd seen more than most people, and could deal with whatever came up.
"We'll have to leave carefully. Let me walk out first, and meet you in fifteen minutes around the rear door."
"I don't know this place in the dark," he protested.
"Alright, listen, to the left of the parking lot is a garden. It'll be empty. Got that?" she said.
He nodded his head. She flushed with pride, that she was directing him.
It filled her with a glow, that he even respected her judgement, her plot.
"You first, Jody!'
He moved to kiss her, but she moved away, her eyes apologizing. She didn't want him to think he didn't want to kiss her. Not at all! She wanted him to know that, they could blow the whole thing, just by rushing it and letting the wrong people see them.
To Gregg, it didn't matter who saw what. Anyone who got in his way, had to deal with him, and he could get rough if he wanted to. He often wanted to, just out of sheer boredom.
He watched her walk out the exit door. Her ass was beautiful, even better than he'd imagined. His mind drifted back to last night in bed.
Manny had befriended him, and then filled his head up with pictures of this hot little piece of cake named Jody who wanted to meet him.
Gregg had taken the information in calmly, but later, alone in bed, his cock began to twitch with anticipation. He couldn't help dreaming up a Jody, a picture, from what Manny had said. The long hair, the beautiful eyes, the breasts, budding, with pale pretty nipples. And she was a hungry bitch! That's what Manny said. That Jody was hungry for cock! Not any cock, although she sure could have any cock. She wanted Gregg.
Gregg had found himself stroking his cock, dreaming of her golden hair, of her lips around his cock. Now, that he saw those pale lips, that cute, pointy little chin, he couldn't even hide the huge bulge in his trousers. He had to touch her, to taste her, and nobody better get in his way.
Gregg waited fifteen minutes, still playing back the incidents of last night. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, and began to stroke his cock, then, humped the bed, shooting a thick load out into his underpants.
He'd felt silly, but he needed the relief, and that was that. Gregg acted on his needs, at once! Last night, the bed had served him, had stood still for him, and he transformed it in his mind, into a thin blonde with sweet tits. Now, the real thing was waiting for him! The real goodies! He was going to give her a time she'd never forget.
Gregg combed his hair in a small panel of mirror on the wall, and went for the exit.
One of the hired ushers asked him where he was going.
"Are you kidding? What do you mean where am I going? What kind of question is that?"
"I have to know. We have to keep track of you young people," the man said, firmly.
Gregg resisted an urge to come down hard on the man's toe with the heel of his boot, just for kicks, just to set the record straight that nobody had any right to ask him questions like that. But, he knew that if he got in a hassle now, it might interfere with his plans for the evening, and he didn't want to slop up his good times because of some clown who had bad manners and thought he could ask personal questions.
"Ah, I'm going to bed. I feel like hell. Sorry I snapped," Gregg said, looking down.
The usher smiled, and wore a look of placid understanding. He offered Gregg the sign-out book and a pencil.
"Just write your name, and where you're going," the man said, hopefully.
Gregg wrote the name, 'Samuel Sansome-To bed,' and handed the book back to the door zombie.
The man smiled and let him pass, and Gregg moved slowly, careful not to swagger or appear arrogant. He had to remind himself that he had other things to worry about. Defiance can be a full-time job, and a tiring one at that.
What Gregg wanted, on his way out the door, was kicks, pure and simple, and he didn't want anything, not even himself, to get in the way of his pleasures. That little blonde. She drove him nuts before he even got to meet her. Now, she was surely going to blow him away.
Gregg walked to the end of the parking lot, and there it was. He moved to the garden entrance, his eyes scanning, alert.
"Psssssssst!!!!"
He turned quickly, and saw the reflection of her golden-blonde hair in the light of the moon. She was standing about fifteen feet away, deeper into the garden.
He walked towards her, and when he reached her, he wasted no time, taking her tightly into his arms and kissing her, chewing on the softness of her little lips, grasping the balls of her buttocks and grinding her groin into his.
She didn't fight at all. Jody was wondering how she was going to handle him. She knew he'd come on strong, and she didn't want to be very easy and present no challenge, but when he grabbed her so forcefully, she melted.
Jody felt his tongue going in her mouth, running along the row of pearly teeth, doing battle with her own tongue. He really knew how to kiss a girl, and he was teaching her a great deal in the first five seconds.
When his lips left hers, and he was standing there, his finger on her chin.
"Look at me!" he demanded.
She stared into his eyes.
"I jerked it last night because of you, because of what Manny told me about you. It made me dream you up. Now that I see you, I'm hungry for it, Jody. I dig that tight ass of yours," he said, through clinched teeth.
His hands both moved behind her, and cupped her buttocks, which he pushed in towards himself, grinding her into him.
He kissed her again. She was so aglow by his words, that his body almost electrocuted her, almost made her tingle. She wanted him so bad she was aching!
"We better get out of this garden," she said, suddenly.
"What?"
"Well, kids do get caught here all the time, and if you get caught, you are in trouble."
Gregg pondered it a moment. He wasn't afraid of the trouble. What bothered him, was having somebody break up his fun.
"You wait here a minute. Just a minute," he said to her, kissing her quickly.
"Where are you going?" she implored.
"Baby, I said for you to wait here. That's all I said. Now do it!"
He walked away from her, leaving her standing alone in the garden. She didn't know what he was up to, but she sensed that he was as hungry for her as she was for him, and that he'd be back.
Imagine, she told herself, he stroked himself off last night thinking about her. She'd have to thank Manny.
He pulled her tightly to him and began to feel her up at once, his hands going all over her, under her blouse, down her belly. When he reached her skirt, lifted it up, and found no panties, he was more than amused.
"I knew it. I knew that little bush was loose under that skirt."
Gregg unzipped his pants and told her to get familiar with his cock.
Jody decided to play it slow.
"What do you mean?"
He proceeded to show her. He took her hand and guided it to his cock, which was sticking straight out of his pants. Jody felt the hot rod throb in her hand, and she wanted to bend down and kiss it at once.
Just as she was about to, a police car appeared behind them, siren on, blasting. Jody tensed and said her prayers, and Gregg slowed the car down slightly.
"I don't think they're chasing us. Play it cool. If they are, I'll slow down quick and do a U-turn. If they catch us, you just say you thought it was my car. Say I told you it was my car!" Gregg said.
Jody's mind was reeling, but she took in the information. She'd do exactly what he said if they got stopped.
Gregg waited until the patrol car was almost on them, and then he pulled to the side of the road, waiting to see if they were going to just speed by, or stop, in which case he'd slam the huge Thunderbird around and make them chase him.
The patrol car didn't even slow down for them, but rather, just raced around them, obviously on their way to some kind of an emergency.
They were moving like white lightening, and were soon out of sight. Jody was shaking like a leaf, and even Gregg had to admit that the situation didn't appeal to his nervous system.
There was a pack of cigarettes on the dashboard of the car, and Gregg picked it up and opened it.
"How considerate. Most of the time, when you borrow a car, they forget the cigarettes," he said, lighting one.
She looked at him and was amazed because he appeared so calm. His cock, however, was soft on his lap. Ah ha, she reasoned, so there was the proof that he'd been shaken up. He wasn't fearless, but then, there are degrees.
Jody put her hand on his cock and it stirred. In a second, it was hard enough.
"Don't you think we should get out of here?" she said.
They were on the shoulder of the road, and it was pitch dark outside.
"Yeah. Let's find a spot where we can bring this buggy into the woods."
They crept along, and Gregg put the brights on so that if there was an opening in the woods, they'd find it. It didn't take more than a mile before they came to one of those country roads in New England that looked like it hadn't been used in twenty years.
Gregg charged it full speed ahead, causing the big Thunderbird to bounce off of a tree and hit bottom a few times. He laughed as it happened, telling Jody to hold onto her ass.
"You are a wild man! You're crazy!" she let out.
"Yeah; baby! That's the idea!"
He took her in his arms and kissed her again, this time, moving her skirt way up on her hips. His fingers were quick to enter her little delta, and in moments, the front seat was slid way back, and she was naked.
Gregg was no kid when it came to the ways of the flesh. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing. She was right about one thing though. He was demanding.
"Baby, I want to see my big cock sliding into your mouth," he said to her, and it was stronger than a mere suggestion.
He actually placed his cock before her mouth, and moved her head forwards. She let her lips tickle the tip of his cock, then, after a few moments of that, it was him controlling the action, as he pushed his shaft deeply into her little mouth.
"Baby, give it a good healthy soul kiss."
He watched her, holding her blonde hair off of her face, so that he could see her little profile on his leg as she sucked at his cock.
Suddenly Gregg decided that he wanted to taste her blonde twat, and he arranged them in a sixty-nine position right there on the front seat of the car. It was hard, and their bodies were twisted and contorted by the limited space, but that skilled tongue felt better on her twat than anything she'd ever felt before. She felt herself getting more and more steamed up, as his tongue beat down on her oven, lapping at the sweet dew that drooled out of her little young cunt.
"Oh Gregg!"
"Hmmmmmmmmm!!"
"Gregg! I never felt so tingly before!"
Her little thighs pressed down on his head, and her hands were on his neck, pushing his tongue closer and closer.
Gregg's cock was sliding in and out of her mouth, and she couldn't help realizing how last night, in bed alone, she'd sucked her own thumb, pretending it was Gregg's cock.
Well, she hadn't even met him yet. Now she not only met him, but she had a mouthful of the real thing, and she was delighted not only by his tongue on her pussy, but by his big cock in her mouth.
Her little fist covered the base, because it was difficult for her to get the whole shaft in her mouth. With the base tightly in her fist, she could let her tongue and lips really work out on the tip of his shaft, which stuck out, through her fist.
He was really laying it on her, really fucking her mouth with all his might. He'd lost all control of himself, and he was fucking her mouth and lapping at her twat like a maniac.
Suddenly, she felt a finger enter into her ass, and she moaned and whimpered with pleasure.
"OH! I'm coming! Gregg! I'm coming!!"
Her whole body was shaking and throbbing in his grip, as her jaw clamped down hard as the orgasm flooded her senses and made her suck even harder on his cock. She fluttered her little tongue over the tip, and soon his hot sauce was shooting into her mouth.
"Swallow my sweet cream, Jody. I want to watch you gulp it down!"
Gregg watched the blonde beauty as his hot sauce filled her mouth, spilling out of the corners and running down her chin, down her cheeks.
"Oh! Gregg!"
She'd swallowed most of it, but he held her head still, and she realized he wanted her to lick him off, so she let her tongue come out and lap at his cock, even as it softened.
"Wow, Jody. That was great! You're one tight chick, baby!" he said.
She basked in his affirmation. She smiled and told him that he wasn't bad himself.
"Hey, baby. I think we should return the heap before it's missed, right?"
She nodded her head.
Gregg drove the Thunderbird in reverse, out of the woods, banging it around as much as he liked, and then got back on the road, where he drove quickly and skillfully until they got near the school.
"Now watch this baby. they'll never even know it was gone until morning when they see how bumped around it is," he said, coasting the car into the big lot.
He left it right where he found it, and was very careful to wipe fingerprints off the wheel and the door handles.
She watched as he worked, admiring his dexterity, his hipness. He knew exactly what he was doing.
When the car was ready to be abandoned by them, they got low on the seat once more, for a goodnight kiss which went on and on, until Jody mentioned, that after all that fun it would be a shame to get caught kissing in someone's car.
"You're right, baby. Tomorrow's another day."
"I want to see you a lot, Gregg!"
"Baby, you won't be able to avoid me!" They snuck out of the car, and back into the party. Gregg signed in using the same phony name he'd used to sign out. Actually it was the name of a novelist, one of his heroes.
He smiled politely at the usher, like a good little boy.