Mary was thankful that her parents had left her alone for the week. At least no one could see her came in with nothing on but a nightie. She had made the security man let her off close to the garage sometime after two in the morning. No one in that suburban neighborhood was ever awake at that time of night. And once in the safely of her own home, she realized that her ordeal was over. It was as if she was returning from a strange dream. Or had it been a nightmare?
Despite her promise to Teresa, Mary was tempted to call the city police and make a complaint. But she was only tempted. When she thought of the unpleasant young man who'd taken her on the hood of his car, she wondered how many policemen might be of the same persuasion. She would probably be treated with suspicion. If they even believed her story at all. And Nate Rexford was the sort of man who knew people, the right people. Mary guessed that she would end up getting the short end of the stick.
It wasn't easy sleeping, but somehow she drifted off. The next morning she showered and dressed and busied herself with breakfast. She wanted to forget about everything that had happened. It wasn't easy. By noon, she felt nervous. And when Mary realized that she was craving some sexual excitement, her mind boggled.
"Got to get out of here…" She got her bike out of the garage and headed toward town. She'd buy herself something nice. She'd go to a movie. Anything to keep sex out of her mind. Mary needed to prove to herself that she wasn't the slave to an idea.
But the pedaling and the rhythmic rub of her crotch against the hard bike seat wasn't helping. She grew light-headed and breathless. By the time she'd reached the downtown area, she could hardly see.
She leaned the bike against the drugstore and was trying to regain her composure when she heard a familiar voice. It was Larry Seever, a guy two grades ahead of her in school and a star athlete. Most girls fell all over themselves whenever Larry was around. And Mary would have, too, if she hadn't been so stunned. They'd spoken to each other only a few times during the school year.
"How you enjoying the summer?" Larry asked, putting a hand against the building and leaning close to her. Mary felt the erotic flush return. She was breathing fast and couldn't think of what to say.
"Okay, I guess." She gave him a nervous smile. "How is your summer?"
"Since I saw you, it's doing better." Larry picked a lock of blonde hair from her shoulder and rubbed it between his thumb and finger. "You know, I didn't notice you much last year. But I'm not going to make that same mistake from now on."
Mary, of course, was flattered and excited by this good-looking boy's attention. And her cunt was damper than ever. She knew she wasn't having much luck turning off her hunger for excitement. And when Larry asked her to go to the matinee movie with him, she had to bite her tongue to keep from jumping up and down with joy.
Inside the theater, Larry guided her to a lonely balcony seat. She'd heard about his reputation for making out. Some girls swore they wouldn't let him walk them down the street in broad daylight. But Mary wasn't going to let that scare her. She found she wanted him to put his arm around her, and when he did, she leaned her head close.
Larry didn't waste any time. He kissed her on the mouth, his hand sliding down her waist. Mary caught his wrist but didn't resist too much. After experiences with those awful men back at that mansion, Larry seemed like the best-mannered boy in town.
"You smell good," he told her, kissing her neck. She yearned for more, despite the fact that she was trying not to slip onto the role of the sexy stereotype. Larry seemed to gauge her excitement perfectly, though. His hand was petting the crotch of her shorts, and she knew he must have felt how wet she was, even through two layers of clothing.
The kissing got heavier, and instead of being able to play it cool, Mary gave Larry more and more of her tongue to suck. His fingers were undoing her shorts.
"The movie's started," she gasped, trying to get a little breathing room.
"To hell with the movie. You're lots more fun."
"But…"
"Why don't you slide these down a little," Larry whispered, his tongue busy at her ear.
"No… I…"
Larry insisted. Or his hands did. He pulled her shorts down a few inches, just enough to give him room to get his fingers in one leg hole. Mary squirmed, knowing she wasn't showing much willpower, but too hot to really make him stop. He did know how to feel a girl! His fingers caressed the wet band of nylon that was plastered tightly to her cunt-mound. The harder he did this, the more Mary felt herself slipping away into an erotic, sensual world. Turning back was getting harder all the time. Maybe even impossible.
"Ohhhhh, Larry, please don't touch me anymore."
"Kiss me again, Mary!" They kissed and as his tongue gently fucked her mouth, Larry eased the crotch of her panties to one side and slipped his finger deep into her crevice. He felt for her clit and found it. Mary arched her back away from the seat and shuddered. Her head flopped weakly on Larry's shoulder.
"Huuhhh, huhhhhh, huhhh," she panted, writhing, squirming her hips against the lovely touch of the boy's fingers.
"What if somebody comes?" she whispered, looking around self-consciously.
"Just let me do this and you'll be the first one to come," Larry told her. She tried to push his hand away, but her strength was leaking away faster than her will. Larry laughed and licked her ear, and his finger went slickly down her slit, searching for her hole.
"No, don't put your finger up inside me," she begged, but it was too late. Her muscles dilated as Larry eased his fingertip inside her. He gingerly forced it deeper, kissing her chest as he worked another button open with his free hand. Now one of her breasts was being sucked rhythmically while he penetrated her with his finger. Over and over again he penetrated. Her nipple was on fire as he nursed it hungrily and flicked it with his tongue.
"Hhhhhhaaaahh," she babbled, unable to do anything but squirm and moan.
"Why don't you let me take these off," Larry said, jerking at her shorts again.
"No! You're not going to undress me in a public place."
"It's not that public," he laughed, jerking them down.
"Larry!" Mary hissed between her teeth.
He grabbed her hand and pulled it into his lap. Mary was surprised to feel his big cock. She hadn't even known he'd pulled it out. But once her fingers were around it, she couldn't help but squeeze. "Yeah baby! Ohhhhh, God, that's nice!"
"Larry, we shouldn't be doing this. What are you going to think of me?"
"Just keep jacking!" Larry had both her tits bared now and was licking them while he finger-fucked her teasingly. Mary squeezed her finger and thumb tightly around his shaft, watching his cock-tip bulge with blood. In the reflected light from the movie screen, she could see his belly heaving faster.
Deep inside her pussy, her flesh rippled, sliding around the boy's knuckles, tightening in spasms of pleasure. Her circle of muscles was tightening, too, gripping the skin of his finger every time he eased it out of her.
Ashamed but excited, Mary closed her eyes and concentrated on the pleasure she felt. Her ass lurched in the seat as her juices spilled out. Larry was really working her over. But as the thrills came faster and hotter, she was suddenly thinking of Nate Rexford. She could almost feel his cock going into her. And Royce! That huge prick had felt so strange sliding along her tongue.
"Uhhhhhh," Larry gasped and Mary felt his cock jerk. White streams jumped into the air, highlighted by the glow from the movie screen. It came spattering down on Mary's bare thighs, down her wrist and arm. She continued to pump him, but Larry had pulled his finger out of her cunt and was gripping the arms of the chair.
"Coming… God… ohhhhh!"
Mary wanted to finish him off so he could do her too. But as the cum stopped boiling from his cock-head, Larry sagged in his seat and looked dazedly at the ceiling of the theater.
"Have you got a hanky or something?" Mary said, irritated and trembling with frustration.
"Yeah… somewhere." Larry pulled it out of his pocket and tossed it at the mess he'd made. Mary blotted up the slick curds, aware of the sharp smell and what it was doing to her. When Larry closed his eyes, she held the handkerchief to her lips and licked. Yes, the taste was very much the same no matter what man it came out of. She licked again, her cunt aching with excitement. Doing that reminded her of how she'd escaped. She could almost feel the smooth texture of Royce's huge prick sliding between her lips.
What was it about eating cum? It seemed to bring back the first thrills of sexuality, the thrills she'd learned down in Royce's quarters and later in Nate's plush bedroom. Mary licked more cum from the handkerchief. But Larry was stirring, and she quickly got rid of it and rubbed the back of her hand across her mouth.
"Hey, Mary, where are you?"
"Right here," she cooed, cuddling up. Her rambling thoughts had fired her desire, despite her date's unconcern for her own pleasure. Larry pulled her into his arms and they kissed. But he broke it off almost instantly and gave her a funny look. She saw that he was licking his lips, tasting his own cum.
"What in hell…"
Blushing furiously, Mary tried to think of what to say. But now that Larry had figured out that he really was tasting his own hot seed, his expression became more horrified.
"I don't care if you want to eat it," he muttered, "but you could have washed out your mouth before you kissed me!"
Torn between shame and anger, Mary tried to imagine what Nate Rexford might have done in similar circumstances. It was hard thinking of him being angry about cum on her lips. In fact, Nate would probably have been wild about the idea. It was a silly fantasy. Nate had never come at all during their sex games. And Mary was wondering if any girl had the sexual power to bring him off.
"What are you thinking about now?" Larry said, obviously irritated by her daydreaming.
"None of your damned business." Straightening her clothes, Mary glared at him. "I think you'd better take me home, though. I'm starting to get bored."
The following morning, Mary was more frustrated than ever. She'd had a restless night thinking about the mistakes she'd made, wondering if they even were mistakes. And always when she felt the familiar tingles, she'd find herself thinking of Nate and Royce and that big house in the trees by the ocean. Was Teresa still having a ball in there? She felt a terrible pang of envy and loss. She was surprised at her own blatant lust, at her need to be admired and wanted again by a man so sophisticated as Nate.
When the doorbell rang and Mary went to find Teresa standing there, she nearly fainted.
"Yeah, it's me," her black-haired friend said. "Want to hear some good stories?"
In her room, Mary waited for Teresa to spill all the details of the past few days. Her cunt was very damp and hot in anticipation of what she knew would be erotic. But Teresa gave a sigh before she started, obviously not so excited about what had happened.
"Oh, we fucked a lot. But I kind of get the idea that Nate is looking for someone special. And I'm afraid that someone isn't me."
This seemed hard to believe. Mary had always thought her friend the sexiest, prettiest girl in town. Surely Nate must appreciate Teresa's high, firm breasts, her perfect figure, her small waist and long legs.
"It's not that he didn't like to do naughty things to me," Teresa said. "But I guess you noticed that he never comes with a girl. And how he brags about his control and all that. Actually, I don't think he can come. Maybe he's looking for someone who can really bring him off."
"If you couldn't, nobody could…"
"That's not how I see it." Teresa turned her large, brown eyes on Mary. "You see, I'm supposed to deliver a message. Nate wants you to be at the corner of Main and Elm at four o'clock today. That is, if you really want to."
"He wants." Mary shivered, hardly believing what Teresa had said. She pretended to be somewhat put off by the invitation. Her heart was pounding. So Nate had tired of Teresa. And now he wanted to try her, Mary, again.
"If that… that animal thinks he can just call on me to come running any time he feels like it…"
"He's not an animal," Teresa said softly. "He's a dreamy lover. Ohhh, God, Mary, the things he did to my body." Teresa hugged herself and shivered. "I only wish I hadn't disappointed him."
"Every girl winds up disappointing him," Mary went on. "He's not satisfied, he's never satisfied."
"But I think he wants to be. Because he said something while we were together. He said that you were the type that really turned him on. He told me he even fixed things so you'd see him fucking me and then get envious and try to do better." Teresa blinked her long lashes. "Don't you see? He was trying to goad you into really going after him. He's just tired of the usual games. He was hoping you'd take the bait and come in like a little tiger."
"Well, I didn't. And I won't." Mary crossed her arms resolutely. But when Teresa left her alone, she was trembling again.
The rest of the day was miserable for her. The closer four o'clock came, the more nervous Mary grew. All she could think of was how it had felt with Nate's cock sliding in and out of her body. Could she bring herself to stoop so low as to meet him? It would be saying that she was helpless to resist the man. But then maybe she was helpless. Maybe she wanted to give him in to his desires and let him degrade and seduce her.
"I think I will go to meet him," she said to herself, "but I won't go with him. I'll just tease him and run away and that'll show him where to get off." Mary pulled her sexiest dress from the closet and began to prepare herself for this last meeting.
"I'll make him want me so bad, he'll beg for it," she said between clenched teeth. The summer dress fit low across her tits, showing the small swells off to their best advantage. It fit her waist snugly, too, draping out over her plush ass in a way that she knew would have an effect on the rich Casanova. She brushed her blonde hair and tied a red ribbon in it to top things off. Turning before her mirror, Mary was satisfied with the results. And just to make her feel sexier, she put on a daringly skimpy pair of panties that were hardly panties at all. Slipping into a pair of sandals, she smiled at her reflection and headed toward the door. She'd show that Nate Rexford a thing or two. He wasn't going to get everything he wanted in this life even if she couldn't stop thinking of the pleasure she'd enjoyed while in his arms.