The next morning I felt surprisingly rested for what I'd been through the night before. I was trying hard to forget Jason's coldness and my stepfather's loveless lust, but one memory wouldn't disappear-the burning kiss on my forehead which the blond boy had given me at the revival meeting.
Uncle Nat met me as I came up the front stairs of the house and took me aside.
"I found out what Frank tried to do to you last night, honey," he said, his mouth white with anger. "Caught him in the yard missing his pants and damn near beat bell out of the son of a bitch."
A rush of gratitude made me hug my big uncle around the middle. If only he knew what Jason had done to me-twice. But I couldn't bring myself to tell him.
"Your lousy stepfather told me he just got liquored up and lost his head. I told him we don't need him around any more. Figure he'll clear out in a day or two." Nat guided me gently toward the kitchen. "Now look what Linda's gone and fixed for your birthday."
There was a big chocolate cake on the table with sixteen white candles in it. Aunt Linda came across and gave me a squeeze. When her kiss on my cheek lingered and grew sensual, Nat didn't seem to notice. I sneaked an arm around her too and let her hold me as long as she wanted.
"After breakfast," my uncle said, "I'm taking you into town to get that license you keep talking about all the time."
Linda got the boys to come in and I blew out the candles and helped pass around the pieces. I tried not to pay any attention to Jason's looks, though it was plain that he was gloating over his second conquest and looking forward to a third, Billy was as quiet as ever.
Frank stayed in his room, probably too hungover and bruised from Nat's beating to make an appearance. I was certain it wasn't because he was ashamed. He'd never known what the word meant.
Linda had ironed the only blouse I had left and an orange miniskirt to go with it and I went into her room to change. I had just fastened the belt to my skirt when I remembered the mirror in her closet door and what the boy at the revival meeting had dared me to do.
The sixteen-year-old who stared back at me from the silvered surface was pretty, even prettier than she'd been a few months before. I studied my legs and the way they were filling out in the calves, though my ankles had stayed thin. My breasts would never be as large as Linda's, but they had taken on more roundness and the nipples pushed out brown and dark from the paler rosettes. I smiled and ran a brush through my shiny brown hair. It had grown since coming to the farm and when I pulled it down in front of my shoulders it reached way past my breasts, covering them with a wispy veil. I imagined the blond boy seeing me like that-wearing only a miniskirt. Then I shook my shoulders until my maturing nipples thrust through the long strands of hair. Feeling immediately wicked, I shut the mirrored door and finished dressing.
Uncle Nat was already waiting for me in the truck and when I got in he laughed and spun the wheels in the thick dust. "I was gonna let you get some practice with this rig, but after last night I figure you don't need any."
I was terribly nervous all the way to town, and, to make it worse, my uncle disappeared somewhere while I took my driving test. Still, I knew I'd pass. For weeks I'd memorized every possible question and the correct answers. After the policeman was satisfied I could handle the old truck well enough to be safe, it was over. For a few minutes I sat waiting for Nat to come back before I realized that I could drive downtown looking for him if I wanted… all by myself.
I'd only gone around the block once when I saw Uncle Nat coming out of a liquor store, a brown package grasped in his right hand.
"Had to have something for my head," he said, climbing in.
By the time we'd gotten a couple miles from town, the bottle was already a quarter gone and my uncle's complexion had flushed red. I was too excited driving to pay much attention. Even when he told me to pull off the highway and take a narrow road toward a small house by a wooded hill, I didn't expect anything out of the ordinary.
"Gotta drop off something for old Ben Gordon," Nat said, swigging out of his bottle again. "Won't take but a second."
Ten minutes passed, then twenty. It was too hot sitting in the truck, so I got out and wandered around the side of the house where a big willow was growing. Everything looked run down and gone to seed. The rusting hulk of an old car sat in the back and nearby was a doorless barn bordering a fallow pasture.
There was something about the name Ben Gordon that I knew I should remember. When it came to me. Old Ben Gordon was supposed to be half crazy, and his young wife was rumored to be loose with men. I'd heard some farm wives talking once while visiting with Aunt Linda. I was starting to question my uncle's motives for stopping at the Gordon place when I heard soft laughter coming from a bedroom window near the back of the house. A bed squeaked and I heard more laughter-Uncle Nat's. The female voice floated as light as petals on water.
"You know how much I like you visiting me, Nat," she said.
I guessed what they were doing or about to do, but I flattened myself against the side of the house anyway and scooted nearer to the closed screen. What was there about people having sex that made me just have to look?
"Come on, Connie," Nat said. "Do that dance for me."
I peered in the window, careful not to let myself be seen. Connie Gordon was standing in the middle of the room looking across to where Uncle Nat lay sprawled half-naked on the bed. She was wearing a black lace bra and bikini-style panties to match, and her lithe body was moving in a slow, undulating dance. She didn't look much over twentyfour or five and her figure was everything I hoped mine would be some day. I watched her close her eyes and wet her lips as she moved closer to the bed. Uncle Nat's uncircumcised cock was heavy with blood and the shiny glans was pushing its way out from the foreskin.
"Aw shit, baby, why don't you take it off now?" he said.
Gracefully Connie slipped a hand behind her back and unclasped the bra.
Then she let it slip down slowly until one large, firm breast popped over the black, lacy edge. I swallowed hard and shook my head. Her strip was even getting me hot. The bra fell to the floor and then she began to skin down her panties, I saw the kinky brown muff of hair at her crotch and then more of it. Connie pulled a leg out of one side and pointed her toes straight like a ballerina would do. When the naughty piece of apparel slid down to her ankle, she kicked it across the room and Nat lunged to snag it in mid-air. Then he reached out for the giggling girl, but she was already pirouetting away, her long hair flying out behind her.
"Why, Nat," she teased, "what do you want with little old me?"
Nat laughed and swore and caught one of Connie's trim ankles. I watched with a crimson face as she was dragged and wrestled to the bed. Connie was acting so wanton, almost like a whore. Did men like their women to behave like that? I wondered. Suddenly I was angry with my uncle for his adultery, and angry at Connie Gordon, too-perhaps because she was blatantly unashamed of her body and the power it held over members of the opposite sex, My labia felt heavy and hot. When I rocked my hips once or twice in irritation at my condition, my clitoris pulsed and throbbed like a time bomb as a hot gush of sex honey dampened my panties. I looked again into the bedroom. Just one more quick glance, I promised myself.
Nat had forced Connie's thighs apart and was positioning his cock against her glistening membranes. The glans was fully extended now, shimmering darkly with purples and blues. My uncle's balls made his sac hang heavily and I gave a little gasp as Connie reached out a hand and hefted the loaded eggs.
"Is all that for me?" she simpered, pushing her tongue out between her lips.
By now I had fallen against the window frame for support and both my legs were shaking with passion. What was it that could let Connie Gordon enjoy herself so much? The very same things she was joking about only twisted my emotions into a tangled, guilty knot.
I had almost resolved to go back to the truck when Connie put her hands on her knees and pulled them apart, opening her vulva completely. There was an odd, slightly pained look on her pretty face as Nat inched the head of his penis between her labia and pushed forward.
"Oh, damn it, Nat… I've missed you," she sighed, squirming against the mattress as she was penetrated. The head of his cock was gone now and as I watched with a pounding heart, the shaft slipped into Connie's body inch by inch. I put both hands tightly over my own crotch as if to forbid anything similar ever happening to me again, but the sudden pressure against my puffed and sopping labia brought a tiny whine of frustrated desire from my throat.
My mind rebelled, but I left my fingers where they were and slowly ground my pelvis against them. "Oh damn!" I mumbled. "Damn, damn, damn!"
The footsteps behind me snapped me back to reality. I turned quickly and found myself looking into the unshaven face of an old man who was holding a finger across his lips to advise me to stay quiet. Slung casually across his bony forearm was the longest shotgun I'd ever seen.
He didn't have to tell me to keep my mouth shut. I was so scared I could hardly draw a breath.
"Now get over here," he hissed in an ancient waver. I could only pray that he hadn't seen what I'd been doing to myself. Quietly I went where he motioned, even my blushes blushing.
"So you like to watch the two-backed beast, eh?" he cackled. He was guiding me down the same narrow road we'd driven in on, and I realized that the further away I got from the pick-up, the smaller was my chance of escape.
"Wh-wh-where are you taking me?" I asked.
"Never you mind," the old man said. One of his claw-like hands grasped my wrist and pushed me toward a grove of trees just off the road. "That wife of mine thought I was gone up the creek. Thought I'd be gone all day." He cackled again and spit. "Hell fire, I know what she's up to and don't give a damn neither."
I opened my mouth to say something, but thought better of it and stayed quiet. I was in no position to argue.
"Didn't figure I'd find Nat's niece slinkin' round my house, though."
He saw my look of surprise and nodded. "Oh sure. I know who you are.
And a mighty pretty little hunk of tail too."
"Please," I begged, "can I go back to the truck?"
He went on, ignoring what I'd said. "If your uncle can come in and pump my Connie full of seed, I figure it's a fair exchange for me to take you down here where I can get a better look."
It would be easy to outrun him, I thought, especially since we were already heading toward the main road. I could be there ahead of him and hide in a culvert until I could flag a car. But there was the matter of his being kind of crazy… would he be nutty enough to use that shotgun he was carrying? I wasn't ready to take the chance. We walked under the low-hanging branches of a big tree and Ben Gordon leaned his gun against the trunk.
"All right, you can start peelin'."
I turned and gave him a look of shock. "What did you say?
"I said for you to uncover your hide. I want to see what it looks like."
Slowly, I started unbuttoning my blouse, taking as much time as I could. When the last button came open, the old man stepped close and stuck out his hand. I felt the hard nails of his fingers scrape along my skin as he pushed back my thin top. A breast bounced out as the material caught against a nipple, and Ben Gordon licked his chapped lips.
"Why, you're plumb ripe, girl," he said. Then he gave a crazy coughing laugh. "Let's see the rest."
I looked toward the house and then toward the main road. It was a good quarter of a mile to the pavement and I was thankful that the old idiot hadn't made me take off my sandals. Carefully I laid my dress and blouse aside-in a place where I could grab them quickly. Ben Gordon opened his eyes wide at the dark patch of wetness at my crotch.
"You can just hand me them pants now," he wheezed.
If he thought he was going to climb on me there under that tree, he really was crazy. I knew I could stop him somehow if he got that close.
But Ben fumbled at his fly and pulled out his white, veined cock, making no move toward me at all. By now I was out of my soaked panties and waiting there naked in front of him, the flimsy things dangling from my fingers.
Ben snatched them away and pushed the pink nylon against his grizzled face. When he grabbed his cock with the other hand and began to move it, I knew my chance had come. It seemed the old man had a thing for panties.
Grabbing my miniskirt and blouse I put a tree between Ben and me, then ran as fast as I could go, not stopping until I'd made it to the embankment below the road. Old man Gordon hadn't bothered to give chase, so I hid myself behind a rock and quickly pulled on my things … all except my panties of course. After smoothing down my hair I climbed up to the road and started in the direction of my uncle's farm.
A car whizzed by and disappeared around a turn. I knew if I could hitchhike it would save a couple of miles of walking anyway. When I heard the next sound of a motor, I turned and put out my thumb, but it was only a motorcycle. I had already dropped my arm and started walking again when the fellow driving stopped beside me anyway.
"Told you I'd see you again," the blond boy said, pushing his goggles up on his forehead. It was him-the same boy I'd met at the tent service, the one who'd kissed my forehead.
I motioned awkwardly up the road and shrugged. "I was… I was just …"
"Taking a walk five miles from town?" he offered, grinning at me.
"Guess so." Self-consciously I tugged down at the hem of my skirt.
The boy slapped the leather seat behind him. "Come on, I'll take you wherever you're going."
It was a long walk to Nat's farm, I thought, and besides in a way I was glad to see whatever-his-name-was again even if he was a male. When I threw a leg over and pressed my naked bottom down against the sunwarmed leather, the strange sensation made me give a little cry of surprise.
"Name's Thad," the boy said and took off so quickly that I had to clutch both arms around his waist.
"Mine's Shelly," I hollered back over the engine's roar. "Thanks for stopping."
The only place where the wind wouldn't burn my eyes was behind Thad's broad shoulders, so I laid my head there and hung on. The vibrations of the powerfully throbbing cycle made a strange and exciting friction against the wet lips of my vulva, no matter how hard I tried not to let it. I was so worried about my tumultuous emotions that I didn't notice when Thad pulled off the highway and wound up another road. He pulled the rumbling cycle into a clump of bushes and turned it off. Weak from the excitement of being rubbed by the seat, I managed to get off and wipe the shiny spot of girl slick from the leather with my hand before Thad could see it.
"Hope you don't mind me stopping," he said, hanging his goggles over the headlight. "I was afraid I might not get to talk to you if I took you straight home."
It was nice and cool there under the trees and I told Thad a little about the farm and my aunt and uncle, making it sound as innocent and normal as I could. It was hard to keep the hatred out of my voice, though, when I spoke of Frank.
"So you don't care much for your stepfather," Thad said, studying my face. "Am I right?"
I nodded and looked quickly at my hands. It was so easy to talk to Thad about things I'd never tell another soul. Then he told me a little about himself. He was really older than he looked-twenty-eight to be exact. He'd been heading for San Francisco when his truck had broken down and stranded him in Connerton until the part could be shipped in from upstate. He was planning to open a bar with a friend on the Coast when he got there.
"You take your motorcycle with you everywhere you go?" I asked.
"Wouldn't have it any other way." He picked a long stalk of grass and stuck it in the corner of his mouth. "When things get down on me, I just roll that beautiful bike off my truck and let her rip. Best medicine in the world."
Neither of us had spoken about the revival meeting or what had happened there, but I was thinking of it all the time. Now that I'd gotten to know Thad a little, I could see he wasn't like any of the other men I'd met in my life, not that I'd met that many. I liked the way his hair curled long around his ears and down over his collar, the way his craggy nose had freckled in the sun.
It occurred to me that we'd talked for a half hour or more and Thad hadn't even laid a hand on me. In fact, I was almost beginning to hope he…
Thad got up suddenly and pulled me up by my hands. I was trembling with suppressed excitement and the magnetic attraction between us was so heavy I could almost see it in the air. I wanted to say something, anything, but the look in his eyes made me stay quiet. I knew what Thad wanted to do. He wanted to kiss me.
Our mouths moved together like shy searching animals at first, so soft and warm that it brought a sigh from my throat. Then Thad pressed harder, exploring my tongue with his own. It was beautiful. Thad's hands moved down my body, following the curve of my waist and the outward swell of my bottom. I tensed. He had sucked my ear lobe between his lips now and the sensation was driving me crazy. But what would he think if he found out I had no panties on?
I twisted in his arms, but it was too late. Thad had slipped his fingers down to the edge of my miniskirt and then under it. When I felt his palms warm against my firm little cheeks, I looked up at him, ready to make some silly excuse or explanation. Both of us were trembling with the excitement of the moment, and when I opened my mouth to speak, he put a finger to my lips and smiled.
"It's none of my business," he said.
I knew Thad could see me panting, but I couldn't help it. Closing my eyes, I pushed my face against his chest and clung there, more mixed up than ever about boys and how I should act around them.
"Shelly," he said finally, "I'm going to make love to you."
"No!" I said, stiffening in his arms, "Really. I don't want…"
Thad cut me off. "Like I said the other night, I don't know exactly what your problems are, but I can cure this one for you."
His assumptions made me suddenly angry. How did he know that I was troubled with sex anyway? "I think you'd better take me home now."
"I will. After I take off your clothes and…"
Again I tried to get away. "Please, let me go-" Thad had slipped his hands down to my naked ass cheeks again and the sensation was lovely-so lovely that I couldn't keep from giving another sigh.
"It isn't wrong to say you want to do something." Thad made me look up at him. "Come on. Just say what you feel."
"I don't know what I feel," I cried. His fingers had found my wet mound and each time he petted it, I thought I'd collapse right there.
Thad laughed again. His relaxed and easy manner had dissolved my anger, but I wasn't going to give in so easy to what had always hurt me in the past.
"Look," he whispered, "just repeat after me, What can it hurt?"
"All right," I said, frowning, "but saying it won't mean that I mean it."
He pushed inside my sopping folds and rested his finger against my clitoris. I fought down the shivery feelings and stared up at him, resolved not to be weak.
When he spoke, Thad's voice was soft and romantic. "Say, Thad I love you."
"Thad, I love you," I said, not smiling.
"Good. Now try this. Thad, I know you want to make me happy and make me come." He waited patiently for my reply.
"This is silly," I snapped. "Okay, I'll say it." Thad pushed his lips against my neck as I began. "Thad, I know you… W-w-want to make me happy and m-m-make me…"
I tightened my arms around his chest a little tighter and tried to remember. My loins were melting like butter against his softly caressing fingers and his teeth nipped playfully at the tenderest spots on my neck.
"You haven't finished it yet," he urged.
"And make me… come," I sighed, feeling my thighs pulled hard against his, feeling his erect cock bound tight by his clothes.
We fell-or, I thought we were falling. It was only Thad lowering me into the soft, wild grass that surrounded us on every side. He unbuttoned my blouse and pushed it back. I felt the sun on my titties and then the wetness of Thad's mouth and tongue. My tiny skirt was wadded around my waist, but I didn't care. He was struggling with his own pants now. Then our bodies pressed together warmly. Our skin rubbed and tickled in a thousand places and I felt my turgid little nipples slip along Thad's tan chest. I kissed his neck wet wherever I could reach it.
"See how beautiful it can be?" he said softly.
I was afraid to say anything, though I wanted to beg him not to leave me when he was finished, not to leave me alone to be ashamed. Instead, I just held on to him like we were the last man and woman on earth.
"I don't know how long I can last," he said. "You're very pretty, and I'm over-due." Thad pushed my slippery labia apart with his fingers and I felt the hot glans of his cock nestle against the tiny head of my clitoris and then slip down to my vagina. Tilting my mound up so he could go inside easier, I let my hands hold him softly at the small of his back. I hadn't even seen his cock yet, but somehow I knew it must be beautiful.
There was a wet sound and I felt our bodies join, his member stabbing upward with a glorious splash of feeling. Thad heard the hot little rushes my breath was making and he touched my chin with his lips. "I love you, Shelly."
"Oh, do you, Thad? Do you really?"
"Yes," he whispered back. "Already I love you." Thad's cock was all the way in me now and when he began to pull it out, I squirmed my bottom against the ground and whimpered. I felt like a soft little bunny who needed it so awfully bad. Thad kissed me around the mouth until I was murmuring words that weren't really words.
"Oh, darling," I begged, "make me feel good like you said you would.
Please, Thad… please!"
Thad's cock slipped in and out of my body, making slick, soft sounds of love. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and back until he winced a little and bit me tenderly on one breast. My face was wet with his spit as I moved my body under him. My come was starting already. The point of no return rushed by and my groin and tummy spread fiery tendrils through the rest of my body.
"Shelly," Thad moaned, "I don't think I can hold it any longer."
"Oh, don't hold it!" I cried, hugging him tight. "Don't hold it any longer."
We struggled together, gasping and twisting on the grass. Thad rolled over and for a moment I was on top, his cock planting semen into the very back of my vagina. When he pushed me under him again I felt my insides close around his penis tightly. I was crying with the thunderous waves of pleasure that Thad was rubbing from my vulva with his spurting cock.
"Gosh Thad… Oh, damn it, I'm going to die!"
"Shelly, baby… you're fucking me dry," he sighed and covered my mouth again with his own wet lips.
I didn't know I was still crying, but Thad's tongue licking at my tears brought me out of my day dream. Maybe I was sad because deep down I knew that the joy and love was over. Thad would pull on his clothes, take me home and go on to California. He probably had dozens of women waiting for him on the coast.
"Why the tears?" he asked, cradling my head in his hands.
"Thad," I began, trying to be brave, "you don't have to hang around and be grateful or anything. You can just take me home if you want, and I'll promise not to beg you to stay or…"
"Hold on a minute," he said, shaking his head. "Where did you get all that crap?"
I lowered my eyes and pushed my finger over a freckle on his bare shoulder, feeling terribly foolish. The breeze blew a strand of hair across my eyes and Thad shoved it back.
"Well, let me tell you a few things before you freak out again, okay?"
I nodded and tried to smile. "Okay."
"You're gonna go to California with me for a starter…"
"Oh Thad," I gasped, hardly believing my ears.
"Hold on. There's more to it than that." He studied my face closely.
"How old are you anyway?"
"I'm nineteen in just a-"
Thad shook his head. "No, you're not. Come on. How old?"
I looked away again. "Sixteen. Sixteen today."
He scratched the side of his head and narrowed his eyes in thought. "I figured it was something like that." Then he looked at me again, smiling. "Okay, no sweat. We can still do it."
Our bodies were still joined together and I could feel Thad's big cock melting into softness, yet clasped firmly by my vagina. This is the way it was supposed to be, I thought.
"Thad darling, I love you, I love you!" I pulled his face down and pushed my open mouth over his. For a while we stayed that way, then he looked into my eyes and smiled his loving smile.
"Now I think we'd better figure out some plans."
We stayed under the trees for another hour, playing with each other's bodies and growing closer. I'd been right about Thad's cock. It was beautiful. He let me look at it while it was soft and we both laughed when my explorations and fondling started it growing again. The glans was pale when small, but as Thad got excited it took on a dusky violet and seemed to be almost bursting with blood.
Too soon it was time for Thad to take me home and get back to Connerton. He had to pay the garage and pick up his truck before he could load his gear into it at the motel. We agreed that I would meet him at the crossroads early next morning with my things.
I showed Thad where my uncle's place was, but made him let me off a half-mile away, just so nobody would see him and get suspicious. He told me to leave a note that said I'd gone to New York… or anywhere, for that matter, except toward the West coast. There were still a lot of things I couldn't yet bring myself to tell Thad about what had happened to me at the farm. But there was all the time in the world for that-later.
My problem now would be to stay away from Frank and Jason until I could get away the next day with Thad. I wasn't foolish enough to believe that Uncle Nat's warnings would keep my stepfather away from me, and Jason had obviously come to the conclusion that I was an easy lay any time his pants got tight.
The sound of Thad's motorcycle droned away into the distance as I started down the dusty road toward the farm, thinking already about the next time I'd see him.