The next morning at breakfast Bob was sullen. Call had disappeared sometime during the night, but the memory and jealousy remained. Pat noticed her son's mood but didn't comment on it-probably because she suspected what might have caused it. She always tried to muffle her sounds of sexual joy when fucking at home, but she was never able to and she knew the walls were thin.
Summer vacation had started and Bob was looking forward to his freedom to get his car on the road. He'd saved enough money to buy a ten-year-old car with a blown engine, but he had no doubts that he could have it running and on the road by August.
As soon as breakfast was over, Bob went out to the yard where his car sat. There was a line of engine parts sitting on the ground to be cleaned and put back together. Before starting to work, Bob stood there and looked at his dream machine. It was a bit rusty around the edges and it needed a new convertible top, but he would have it on the road by his birthday and then he would have girls hanging off him.
He could see himself driving down the road, the car full of chicks, on their way to the beach or to a party. The girls would be at his disposal. He would even drive with his hand up their skirts or in their jerseys. From time to time he would stop and they would all climb into the back seat for a fast orgy.
In the middle of his daydream, Bob remembered the sounds he heard coming from the room next to his the night before. Then he remembered his promise to himself. He wasn't going to wait for the car to be on the road, and besides, he knew his plans for the car were a little overblown. The car couldn't get him laid; he would have to do it himself.
Bob heard footsteps and turned around. He saw Betty, a cute girl from his class at school, coming up the drive. Her long brown hair was scattered over her shoulders and her big tits were pointing out at him as she walked up the driveway. Bob's prick began to stir in his jeans as he watched those tits bounce slightly as she walked.
"Hi, Bob," she sang in her sexy voice. "How's the car coming?"
He told her it was coming along all right and wondered why she was dropping in on him like this. He usually only saw her when she was with her girl friends at the soda shop or in the playground.
"I was just passing by and saw you back here, so I decided to see what's happening," she explained as if she could sense his surprise at her visit. "Gee, are you going to put all that back together yourself?" she asked.
"Sure, it's not hard, really," Bob said in his most assured voice.
Whenever the conversation was about his car, Bob could expound on his plans and ideas with confidence. He told Betty that as soon as the car was on the road he would make sure she got the first ride. As he spoke he pictured the two of them in the front seat together. She would be sitting close to him and he would have his hand on her thigh. The mental image gave him the courage to try something he usually wouldn't have.
"Want to sit in the car with me for a while?" he asked her.
She looked at him strangely, but then said she would. They hopped into the car as if they were going for a ride even though most of the engine was lying on the ground. Bob got behind the wheel, but Betty didn't sit close to him. She sat near the door, leaning against it. Bob suddenly felt foolish, as if he'd asked her to play a silly game with him.
He almost changed his mind about the real game he was thinking about when he remembered his promise and decided to continue.
"If the car was running would you go to the drive-in with me?" he asked.
"I might," she said with a teasing air.
Bob looked at her and could tell by her smile that she probably would go to the drive-in with him. He wondered if she'd ever been there with a guy and he asked her.
"Sure, lots of times," she said. "When I used to go out with Dan, we went to the drive-in all the time."
Don was an older guy and one of the few who had a car in the whole school. Don did all right far himself and Bob used him as an inspiration for getting his own car.
"Let's pretend that we're at the drive-in," Bob said, and reached for Betty.
She stood her ground at first, but finally moved over to his side. Bob put his arm around her and held her tight. He was getting really excited about the idea of having this chick near him. After all, she had gone out with Don and everybody knew his reputation. He moved his face to hers and they kissed. Bob tightened his hold on her and she opened her mouth to admit his tongue.
She could really kiss, Bob found, and he hoped to get somewhere with her right away. He enjoyed the tongue-play for a while and gave her a chance to heat up before trying anything else. When he felt her hot breath puffing out of her nose with increasing rhythm, he took his chance. His hand, which had been on her thigh, began moving up her body. He landed on her tit and cupped his fingers around it.
Bob waited to see what she would do, and when she did nothing he tightened his grip on the knocker. He could feel the firm tit beneath her cotton jersey. It was the firmest tit he'd ever grabbed and the most exciting, or so it seemed. He felt her young nipple and noticed that it was as erect as his cock. With his fingertips, he examined the contours of the stiff nipple and the bumpy areola that surrounded it.
Bob felt Betty's hand drop to his thigh. Her hand felt warm but light. He hoped that she would move it closer to his bulging crotch. To encourage her, he moved his own hand toward her crotch. She still didn't move hers, but Bob was on his way to her cunt and there was no stopping now.
Betty was wearing tight-fitting jeans and the denim hugged her thighs like paint. When his hand reached the region of her pussy, Bob could feel the heat radiating from the treasure beneath her jeans, but the cunt was well wrapped and as his fingers pressed against it he couldn't really get a sense of touching a real pussy.
Although Bob was inexperienced, he had learned a lot by listening to the more experienced guys talking about their scores. He knew that there was a magic button in a girls cunt that would drive him nuts with passion if it was touched. Bob knew that the button was located near the front of a twat, and he poked and prodded Betty's cunt hoping to hit that spot.
If he could get her as horny as he was there would be no doubt that she would give him all she had. Bob began manipulating her cunt with more and mare energy, and when he felt her hand on his wrist, pulling his hand away from her hot crotch, he knew he'd blown it.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Nothing, but if you keep that up I'll have too much trouble resisting later," she said.
"Why resist at all?" Bob asked. He could hear the disappointment in his own voice.
Betty didn't answer. She kissed him again and Bob grabbed her tit. It wasn't the same after being stopped, and he soon got too restless to continue massaging her tit without hope of getting fucked. Betty sensed his impatience and they soon separated their bodies. Betty said she had to get going and Bob told her he was glad she stopped by, he really was.
While she walked down the driveway Bob touched the lump in his pants. His cock responded by jerking against the prison of his jeans. He imagined that it was Betty's hand as he closed his eyes and brought the memory of her firm tit into his mind. He massaged his cock through his pants until he couldn't resist pulling it out.
The stiff, blood-engorged prick stood up on his lap with his hand wrapped tightly around it. Bob looked at the well-padded head and imagined it plowing up Betty's snatch. He felt his pulse beating fast and strong in the shaft he was holding, and like so many times before he started jerking off.
Slowly at first, then gradually faster, until he was a raving maniac. The frustrated lust that had built up within him was coming to a boil and about to explode. When it did overflow the steaming cauldron of his body, Bob had a few seconds of bliss. Then his brain leveled off and there he was, sitting in his car with gism all ever the place.
Bob sat there for a long time. He wondered if he would ever get the car on the road and if he would ever get laid. At that moment it didn't seem likely.