21 comments/ 55315 views/ 19 favorites Romancing the Cashier By: MarieProvost Inspired by a real encounter at the cash register of a convenience store in a college town in upstate New York back in the early 70's. I was a lonely student who had just broken up with the guy I thought was THE one, and Aaron was... I didn't know who he was. The story is absolutely true up to a certain point. ******* There were two registers at the Kwik Mart located in the sleepy village, but the man holding the 12 pack of beer went to the one with a little longer line. After seeing the choice of cashiers, selecting the little blonde girl over the pimply faced Alfred E. Neuman look-alike was a no-brainer for Aaron Thorne. Mr. Aaron Thorne stood out in these parts because he was black, and judging by the looks he had gotten from the other people he had seen, they didn't get many people of color in the little college town he was just passing through. The middle-aged man set the beer on the counter and waited for the girl to finish waiting on the person in front of him. He squinted to read the name on the tag that was pinned on the young lady's chest. It started with an M but without his glasses the rest was a blur until he got closer. "Hello," the girl said, giving him a smile while looking at the clock, which read 6:55. "Hello..." Aaron said while staring at the name tag again, although he kept looking long after reading the name. "Marie. Pretty name for a pretty lady. Want to see my proof for the beer?" "Uh - no, that's okay," Marie giggled as she punched the keys. "Something tells me somebody is either getting ready to go on break or is done of the day, the way you keep looking at the clock." "I get out at seven," Marie said as she put the carton into a paper bag. "Big date tonight?" Aaron said in his soothing baritone. "No, but standing here all day gets boring," Marie admitted as he took the twenty from the man, whose ebony fingers touched the soft white hand of the cashier with the exchange. "I'll bet it does," Aaron said as he took the change, again making sure their hands brushed together, although this time he was a little more obvious. The result had the girl jump a bit and look down at their hands. "You don't have to worry little lady. The black? It don't come off," Aaron said with a grin, and he loved the way she blushed as she told him that she knew that. "Bet you could go for one of these after a long day of work," Aaron said as he motioned toward the beer he had just purchased, glad that nobody was behind him in line. "You like beer I bet." "It's okay," Marie said as she put a REGISTER CLOSED sign at the end of the belt. "Well why don't you and me wander down near the lake and pop open a couple? Sound good?" "I better not." "I would suggest we go to a bar, but you don't look old enough." "I am too," the girl said, flashing a little spunk. "You 18?" "Nineteen. I'm a sophomore at State." "That so? Then how about joining me then?" "I should study." "I understand," Aaron said. "The way you jumped back when our hands touched." "No, it's not that at all." "Won't take long to drink a beer. Keep a lonely old man company for a bit?" Aaron said. "Don't know anybody in these parts." "Maybe one," the girl said. "I'll meet you down on the path around the corner," Aaron said, flashing a wide smile while resisting the urge to lick his lips at the prospect of another opportunity for one of these young students to prove themselves as open-minded as they let on they were. *** "Where are we going?" Marie said as she ducked under the branches that her new friend held up for her. "Not far," Aaron assured her as he led the cashier to the secluded area down near the water of the tributary of the lake the town was built around. "It's a nice private spot." "Far out!" Marie said as she looked at the little clearing with a pup tent, a small fire ring and a park bench. "I didn't know you could camp back here." "Well, it ain't what you can call an official campsite," Aaron explained as he set the beer on the ground and motioned for the young lady to sit with him. "I thought it was a nice place and it has a little beach if you walk down that way a bit. We can go swimming once it gets dark." "I don't have a suit," Marie said as she took a beer from Aaron, who chuckled at that. "Hell, neither do I." "Oh. Well, I have to get going after this anyway." Marie reminded her new friend as she took a sip of beer. "Boyfriend waiting on you?" Aaron asked, and after Marie shook her head he continued. "Pretty thing like you and no boyfriend?" "We just broke up." "Oh," Aaron replied and reached over and put his arm around her shoulder and squeezed. "That's too bad. You'll find another one. A better one. Was he your first?" "First boyfriend?" Marie asked as she crinkled her nose before finishing her beer. "No child. Here," Aaron said as he popped open arother beer and handed it to Marie before she had a chance to say no. "I mean was he the first one you did it with?" "Thought so," Aaron said with a cackle when Marie blushed but didn't reply. "I could tell the way your face looked when you talked about him. You never forget your first one." "You remember your first time?" Marie asked. "No," Aaron said with a straight face at first. "Just kidding. Sure I remember. She was a chubby white lady that lived down the street and she invited me in the house. Said she wanted to show me something and after she did she asked if I liked what I saw. That was where I spent most of that summer. She was three times my age." "How old was she?" Marie asked, stifling a burp. "39. Do the math child." "Oh. How old are you now?" "Why do you ask?" "I don't know. You asked me how old I was." "That's because I don't want to go to jail, girlie. I'm old enough, if that's what you're worried about," Aaron said while searching over and squeezing Marie's thigh. "And I'm not too old, if you catch my drift." "What time is it?" "Almost time for a dip in the lake," Aaron said. "Getting close to dark. Say Marie, you can really put these beers away." "Sorry," Marie replied. "I'm not. So you up for a swim?" "Can't." "How about if I make a nice little fire?" Aaron suggested. Give us a little light so we can see the cards." "What cards?" Marie asked. Well, if you don't want to take a swim with me, the least you can do is play some cards with me," Aaron said as he poured on the charm that came so naturally to him. "It's nice having such pleasant company like you and you're so easy on the eyes. Maybe tonight I won't cry myself to sleep from loneliness." With that Aaron grabbed some branches and newspapers and within a minute the fire had started. He went back to the bench and began to shuffle an old deck of Bicycle playing cards, telling Marie, "You ever play this game before, girlie?" *** "I can't believe I'm doing this," Marie said as she watched the cards being reshuffled while on the ground her two sneakers and one sock rested. "You got to admit it's more fun than being at the dorm studying," Aaron suggested. "Want another beer, honey" "Better not. It's getting warm anyway," Marie said as she drank the dregs of the can she had been working on. "I got some more getting cool down in the lake," Aaron said as he flipped the cards over. "Hey, I won. Now we're even." Aaron watched as Marie pulled off her other sock, leaving them both barefoot in the game of strip poker, or strip war which Aaron thought would be quicker than poker. Looking at Marie's tiny feet, he put his size 14 foot over next to the girl's and compared them, making Marie giggle as she looked at the outrageous size and color difference. "You got pretty feet little lady,' Aaron told Marie before bending down and lifting her left foot up to his lap. "Ohh!" Marie sighed as Aaron began rubbing her foot. "You like that, honey?" Aaron asked. "I guess," Marie replied as Aaron bent over and took her big toe in his mouth and began to suck on it, looking up and enjoying her shocked response. "I know you liked that," Aaron chuckled as he set Marie's foot down and dealt a couple more cards. "Damn, I lost. Oh well, There goes the shirt. Too warm back here for that anyway." Aaron pulled off the worn gray shirt, all the time watching the girl's eyes as they surveyed his wiry frame, her gaze pausing at the mostly silver curls on his chest which contrasted sharply with the black skin it grew out of. "Not bad for an old guy, huh Marie?" Aaron asked as Marie fidgeted. "What if somebody comes back here?" Marie said nervously. "It's not even dark yet - the smoke from the fire might get seen." "Been here three days and nobody been by here yet," Aaron explained. "Besides, we just playin' a game back here. A game you're winning too - ah! I won that one. Your turn Marie. What's it going to be? Your blouse or your jeans?" "What about my necklace?" Marie asked about the silver peace symbol medallion she wore around her neck but Aaron shook his head no and watched as the nervous teen unbuttoned the top button of the uniform top from the store and lifted it over her head. "Mmm - you looking fine girl," Aaron sighed as he looked at the bra with the cups that jutted straight out towards him. "I thought you hippie girls didn't wear bras?" "Hippie?" Marie asked. "I'm not a hippie." "What's this then?" Aaron asked as he took Marie's hand and raised it up while using his other hand to rake his fingers through the little wisp of golden brown hairs that grew in the hollow of her armpit. "Omigod!" Marie giggled as she squirmed. "This is embarrassing." "Nothing to be embarrassed about honey," Aaron assured her as his long ebony fingers toys with the tiny cluster of hairs that were soft under his weathered fingers. "I think you hippie chicks are sexy." "I told you I'm not a hippie," Marie said as she let Aaron continue playing. "My boyfriend asked me not to shave. He likes natural girls." "I thought you said you two broke up?" Aaron asked. "You hoping that maybe you two will get back together so you're keeping yourself the way he likes you?" "I guess," Marie admitted. "Your boyfriend - he ever do this to you?" Aaron asked as he leaned over to Marie and before he could react, let his tongue slide all the way up and down her exposed armpit. "Omigod!" Marie cackled as her body shook. "He did do that, didn't he? And you liked it didn't you?" Aaron said as he let Marie put her arm down. "I know I did. You smell nice and you taste even better. The guy was sure one lucky dude. You got the look of a keeper." "A keeper?" "Yeah. One of those girls that when you find them you latch on to them an never let go. Now let's get back to the game. Oh no. You lost again Marie." "What time is it?" Marie asked, looking around in confusion. "Time for Marie to take something off. What's it going to be? Bra or jeans? You wearing panties honey?" "Of course I am, Mr. Thorne," Marie said as she got up and undid her bell bottom jeans and coaxed them down before folding them neatly and setting them down. "Thought you were going to call me Aaron," he reminded her as he looked Marie over. "Nice. You got nice legs, Marie. Nice and smooth. You shave them?" "Yeah but I don't have much hair growing there anyway," Marie replied as she watched the black hand slide on her pale calves. "Well, we gettin' down to it here," Aaron declared as he flipped over Marie's card and laughed when it was a 4. "Oh-oh girl. You in trouble now!" "Oh no!" Aaron said as his own card was a deuce, and he pretended to be annoyed as he stood up and undid his trousers. "Glad I wore underwear today." Aaron stepped out of his trousers, clearly amused as his new friend tried not to look in his direction while he stood there clad only in a faded pair of baggy tan boxers, underwear that while they weren't snug left little to the imagination. "If I lose this hand I'm going to be naked, Marie," Aaron asked. "What you think about that?" "Um - better you than me," Marie said with a nervous chuckle. "What you going to take off if you lose this girl? Your bra or your panties?" "Uh - maybe I won't lose." "But what if you do? The panties? Mmm... I already knew you were a natural blonde from your armpits, but I see a little golden fur peeking out there," Aaron observed as he pointed out the hairs peeking out of the sides of the crotch of Marie's underwear. "You a hairy girl?" "No," Marie said as she adjusted her panties. "It's these panties. Wish I had more hair down there." "Why's that, Marie? Not that I mind a lot of hair down there," Aaron commented as she shuffled the cards without looking at the deck, his eyes focused on the pale thighs next to him. "It would hide - omigod - I can't believe I'm talking to you like this." "Why not? We friends, ain't we?" "If I lose you'll see," Marie told him. "That mean you're going to take the panties off?" Aaron asked and without waiting for an answer continued. "Is that because that ain't all you up there in the bra?" "What?" Marie asked. "That a padded bra?" Aaron asked. "No." "I thought maybe that's why you wore a bra. It's for sure ain't many girls your age do." "No, my nipples are really sensitive," Marie admitted. "So they would really pop out if they rubbed against the blouse all day I bet. Boy, the line at your register would really get busy then I bet," Aaron suggested. "Don't you like boys checking you out?" "I dunno. Why?" "Oh - just curious," Aaron remarked. "So why don't you tell me about - down there. Why do you wish you had more hair down there." "Because I'm self-conscious about - about my labia. They're really big," Marie confessed, her face and neck turning crimson. "If I was hairier you couldn't see it as much. My roommate Carla - she's got like a jungle down there." "Your pussy lips? You got big ones? Heck Marie that ain't nothing to be ashamed of!" Aaron chuckled as he put his hand gently on Marie's thigh and rubbed it. "Matter-of-fact, I love that. Nothing like scrunching down between a girl's thighs and burying my face in the fold and eating her up." "What's wrong? You can't be cold," Aaron said as he watched Marie's body shudder. "Somebody walking on your grave?" "Maybe." "Well, let's see. Maybe you'll win and I'll have to just guess at how beautiful you are under them underwear - whoa! Marie got a Queen!" "Yay!" Marie chirped but her celebration was short-lived when Aaron suddenly looked over her shoulder with a startled expression on his face. That caused Marie to turn around while covering herself nervously even thought nothing was exposed. Aaron then pulled an Ace off the bottom of the deck and positioned it on the top while saying, "Just a squirrel or something getting ready for bed. Here we go." "Ha!" Aaron crowed as he revealed the Ace and watched Marie's face get all crestfallen. "Moment of truth honey. What's it going to be? Stand up and decide." Marie got up a little unsteadily and fidgeted before reaching back and unhooking her bra, and after slipping the harness off her shoulders replaced the cups with her hands. "No fair Marie. Move those hands so I can see those... damn!" Aaron hissed as her hands came down and revealed a pair of breasts that might not have been large but jutted straight out and the entire ends of the cones were all aureola. "Look at them nipples," Aaron sighed. "They're like strawberries." "Please don't," Marie whimpered as Aaron's fingers squeezed the rose-colored blossoms, and his touch only made the bud grow larger. "You should never hide them girlie. You've got great titties there," Aaron said as he went back to the cards and shuffled while staring at the girl's breasts as they defied gravity. "I think you know it too. You don't mind me looking at them. And you, you don't have to sneak peeks at my boxer shorts. I ain't ashamed. You've seen a guy's stuff before." "Yeah." "Your boyfriend there - Ken was it?" Aaron asked, and after she nodded he continued. "That boy got a big one on him? Huh?" "I dunno," Marie said as she crossed and uncrossed her arms across her chest. "I thought it was." "How big was he?" "Um - I don't know. Didn't measure it," Marie mumbled. "Show me with your hands," Aaron suggested. "Why? Size doesn't matter." "Just curious. Heck, I ain't gonna meet him and I sure ain't gonna date him. Show me with your hands. Spread them apart." Marie finally held her hands up in front of her and after wiggling her fingers around for a bit ended up holding her hands about 7" apart. "Say, he did have a pretty big one," Aaron declared. "That's about as big as mine is too. How big did his get after it got hard?" "What? Marie asked. "It was - I mean that was how long it was when it was hard." "Oh," Aaron said with a shrug, stifling a laugh as he watched Marie put her hands down and look over towards his boxer shorts like she was afraid of what lurked under the cotton. "Okay. Last card. Let's see who's going to win." *** Aaron grinned as Marie got up from the bench, those perky tits with the now greatly swollen strawberries sticking straight out just begging to be sucked, or so it seemed to him. The girl kept looking around the woods that surrounded her searching for something - maybe a handsome prince coming to her rescue - but except for the usual sounds of the forest there was no one. Not even the sun would cooperate, as the visibility was still good enough for Aaron to see clearly as she shyly lowered her panties. "Oh honey," Aaron sighed, his gravely voice stretching the two words out long as the undies exposed the modest wisp of golden hairs, and Marie hadn't been kidding because the puffy labia were very visible and looked like they were sparkling. "That's so beautiful. Nothing to be ashamed of there. Those pussy lips look amazing." "Grandpa - he used to call them my flaps," Marie said as she fidgeted in place. "Your grandfather?" Aaron asked. "He didn't - you know?" "Not really," he heard Marie whisper, but Aaron could tell the subject bothered her so he changed the subject. "Your pussy - it's wet isn't it?" Aaron asked although he swore it just see the juices oozing out of the girl. "It's okay to be excited." "Gotta go to the bathroom," Marie said. "Number 1 or number 2?" Aaron asked, praying that this lottery number of sorts would hit for once, since the only bathroom was in the rear of the firehouse quite a walk away. "Number 1," Marie said, and Aaron resisted letting out a yell as he told Marie to go over behind the bush next to the giant oak a few yards down the path they had used to enter the primitive campsite. "Remember you're a gentleman Aaron Thorne," he mumbled to himself as he watched the little blonde walking naked and barefoot to where he directed her, her tiny pert butt wiggling a little as she walked. "Help the little lady out." Aaron ducked into his tent and found the travel pack of tissues he carried, and after he grabbed the packet he walked in Marie's direction, pausing to pick up the panties Marie had been wearing and bring them to his face. "They wet alright," Aaron mumbled as he inhaled deeply and savored the aroma of the damp cotton. "But that ain't pee." It was still light enough to see but Aaron could have found her by sound, and he stopped beside the tree and watched as Marie stood there with her legs open and her thighs trembling a bit. Aaron's heart raced as he watched the golden torrent pour out of that little opening and splash onto the leaves below, and the sight was so erotic to Aaron he would have loved to have been underneath to better enjoy it. As the wave turned into a trickle Marie looked up and saw Aaron watching her. She started to panic but Aaron gave her a reassuring smile and showed her the packet of tissues he was holding. Romancing the Cashier "Thought these might come in handy," Aaron said, but as Marie reached out for the tissue Aaron move his hand around Marie's and reached down. Marie jumped when the big black hand dipped between her thighs and began dabbing at her sex, pressing the tissue into her slowly while she parted her legs a bit. "There," Aaron sighed as he kept dabbing long after Marie was dry, and soon she was involuntarily doing a little dance as the fingers probed a bit inside of her. "Please," Marie whimpered, grapping the muscular bicep of her new friend for balance, and to Aaron it looked like she would cum if he didn't stop. "There. all dry little lady," Aaron purred as he pulled the tissue out of her, and he couldn't tell whether she was happy or sad about that. "Beer goes right through you, doesn't it?" Aaron chuckled and then reached into the fly of his boxer shorts. "Watching you pee made me want to go to. Hey - don't leave." Marie had backed away and her spine hit the tree when she saw what Aaron was about to do but Aaron took hold of her wrist and lightly held her while asking her not to leave. "You're scared, aren't you Marie?" he asked calmly, and after she gave a little nod he added. "Scared and excited too, huh? You know that if you didn't get to see my thing you would have always wondered about it afterward. If you want to leave you can but something tells me you don't want to, do you?" "Didn't think so," Aaron whispered as he pulled his semi-turgid manhood out of the fly and let it hang out there lewdly while Marie backed into the tree again, her eyes darting up and down from Aaron's cock to his eyes as she tried to pretend she wasn't freaking out. Ahh!" Aaron sighed as his stream started out strong and continued to flow, the golden yellow landing right where Marie had just tinkled while she stared open-mouthed at the veiny uncut penis it came from. "Here honey," Aaron said. "You can help me dry too. Hold it right there." He placed the little hand onto his cock, pressing it so her fingers grabbed onto it down near the base and then said, "Shake it for me. That's it. Wiggle it around." The trembling hand did what Aaron asked while the last drops flew off the long foreskin which stayed around the mushroom head even as his cock stiffened in Marie's hand. "Look what you do to me, honey." "I gotta go," Marie whimpered while her hand still gripped the throbbing back rod. "Yeah, let's go back to the fire," Aaron suggested, and with that he ushered Marie out to the little clearing. When Marie turned around she saw the older man was stepping out of his boxers, her eyes followed the long prong which swayed lazily in front of its owner, and when Aaron saw her looking he grabbed the shaft and slowly stroked it a couple of times. "You like my cock little lady?" Aaron asked as he pulled the foreskin back to reveal the crimson glans that had been hidden under the black shroud. "This anything like what he had?" "No," Marie whispered barely audibly. "Ken - he's circumcised." "Anything else different?" Aaron asked as he raked his fingers through the silver and black curls about his over-sized organ. "You still think your boy had a big one?" "No - uh - what do you want Aaron?" Marie asked as sparks popped out of the fire. "Better question is what do you want?" Aaron asked as he took the step needed to being them close, and as he reached out and took Marie's perky breast in his hand and kneaded it he asked, "What is it that you want, honey?" "I don't know," she said as her chest heaved. "In that case," Aaron replied while grabbing his shirt and tossing it on the ground in front of him. "Why don't we start with this." *** "Don't use your hands, Marie," Aaron said after the girl had gone to her knees and started to grab his cock. "Put your hands behind your head and open wide. Look up at me babe. Yeahhhh!" Aaron guided the head of his member between Marie's lips and slid a couple of inches into her open mouth before retracting it and repeating the action, moving a little more into her each time while she looked up at him with big doe-like eyes. "Oh little lady you can really suck cock can't you?" Aaron told Marie as he looked at the four inches of his black manhood which her saliva had reached as rubbed her shoulders on the way to play with her titties. Aaron's hands kneaded Marie's pointy breasts and he saw that the rougher he treated them the more she seemed to react, moving her face toward him as he rocked his hips to work his member in and out of her mouth. "Sorry honey," Aaron said when he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, causing Marie to gag a bit before recovering and looking down at her. "Bet you want to take it all, don't you girl? I know you can't talk. Just blink - yeah thought so. You deep throat your old boyfriend?" "I'll bet if we spent enough time practicing you could learn to deep throat me too," Aaron said after getting a blink for an answer to the previous question but no response to that one. "You working up a sweat little lady." Aaron's hands had drifted over to Marie's ribs, and after his fingers moved up her sides and ran into the little trickles of perspiration that had meandered from her underarms, he took hold of her under the arms and lifted her to her feet, his cock popping out of Marie's mouth as she rose. "Come over here girl," Aaron said as he moved back and sat on the bench. "Turn around and let me see what you got. Bent over honey. Touch your toes for me. That's it. Spread those cheeks wide for me. Oh yeah." Aaron looked at the tiny pink knot hidden between Marie's firm buttocks as he heard Marie ask him what he was doing. "Nothing child. Damn that's a cute little ring." "Please! No. Please don't!" Marie cried out but Aaron told her to relax as he moistened his finger and toyed with her anus. "It's just my finger babe. Your boyfriend even stick his dick in your ass? Huh?" "Yes," came a shaky voice before a gasp that meant along with the introduction of Aaron's finger into her anus. "Didn't you like it?" "No. It hurt." "Well I'm not going to do it, but I'm more than willing if you want me to. Come back tomorrow night with some lube," Aaron said as he corkscrewed his long bony probe deep into Marie's bowels before pulling it out. "Maybe you'll like this better." "Huh?" OMIGOD!" Marie chirped as Aaron's finger was replaced by something softer and wetter, and his hands gripped Marie's hips and pulled her tight to him while he pressed his face deep into the crack of her ass and made feral sounds into the cavern. "Oh geez!" "Mmm.. sweet, sweet ass," Aaron growled as he pulled his serpent-like tongue out of Marie's ass long enough to take a deep breath before diving back in for a little more rimming, not stopping until his tongue ached. "You on the pill honey?" Aaron asked as he spun Marie around to face him, kissing her belly button and nibbling his way down to the soft cloud of fur that guarded her sex, where his tongue parted the wet plump labia. "Yeah but - can't I do you with my mouth?" Marie asked. "Got to have you honey, and you want it too," Aaron said as he leaned back on the backless bench and maneuvered Marie so that her knees were at his hips. "Please," Marie sobbed as she felt the old man rub the head of his manhood into the channel of her womanhood. "Just relax girlie," Aaron said as he pressed the bulbous knob of his member into the opening. "Damn girl. You sure you ain't a virgin?" It was like trying to slip a salami into a keyhole as Marie straddled the ebony rod while Aaron tried to get more than the tip of his cock into Marie's snug pussy. Aaron got more and more frustrated as he struggled until finally the ridge of the glans popped in. "Ssh!" Aaron said as Marie let out a scream. ""It's okay. We good now. Don't move down yet. Stay right where you are. You did good. Don't hurt much now does it?" Marie didn't answer but only nodded as she held onto Aaron's wiry shoulders, and Aaron wiped a tear that trickled down from her doe-like eyes. "Ease down a little honey," Aaron instructed. "Take some more of that cock girlie." "Ow! Is it all the way in?" Marie asked as she settled a little bit more on the older man's lap, wincing as the veiny monster inched a little further up inside of her. "Just about Marie," Aaron assured her, smiling when she looked down and saw he wasn't even halfway in the furry snatch. Aaron had to look away because the sight of that ebony log with those pale plump labia wrapped around it was too much for him to take, so he leaned forward and took the end of Marie's conical breast in his mouth and suckled on it while moving his hips a little. "Ooh!" Marie said as her nipple sent ripples of pleasure through her body, and as she became a bit more used to the size of the man inside of her Marie began to move a bit herself. "That a girl, Aaron said as he pulled his mouth off of the plump nipple. "You like that cock inside you, don't you? Wanna take some more? Ease down a little more. I gotcha." Aaron reached under Marie's arms and supported her while her did a bit of a split while impaling herself with a much of the massive organ as she could. "Oh yeah," Aaron sighed as the vice-like pussy kept squeezing his cock, and because Marie was so light he was manipulating her movements by lifting her up and letting her ease down by herself. They got into a nice rhythm as Marie began to ride Aaron like he was a horse while he let his fingers caress the soft fur under her arms as he supported her and kept her balanced. "That's it girl. Ride that big black cock. That's so damn good. What's the matter? You gonna cum, aren't you?" Marie nodded before she dove forward and buried her face in the crux of his shoulder and tried to stifle the sound that accompanied her orgasm as it rolled over her body like waves crashing on the shore. "Damn!" Aaron groaned as he felt his cock get crushed by the girl's contractions, forcing himself to keep it in her while she contorted and shook. "You cum nice honey," Aaron said. "Did you..." "No Marie," Aaron said. "Here, why don't we change places here so I can get at that sweet thing another way." "Not in there, please!" Marie protested after Aaron had her kneel on the bench, looking back to see him stroking that long snake while moving behind her. "Don't worry, I'm not," Aaron said as he brought his cock up between her legs and pushed his manhood into her pussy from behind. "Honey - were you a virgin? It's okay if you were. I don't mind." "No," Marie grunted as he felt the vein-riddled tool squeeze into her. "Ow! Feels even bigger this way." "Oh baby you are so tight," Aaron exclaimed as he help onto the blonde's hips while working much of his cock in and out of her. "Not going to last much longer." He didn't, but Aaron lasted long enough to make Marie cum again, and soon after that he leaned over the little lady and wrapped his arms around her, pulling on her tits as he pistoned into her fast and hard before sending his seed deep into her womb. Straightening upright with his back protesting a bit as he did so, Aaron stood there until his now spent cock slipped out of Marie's pussy, the sensation causing her to gasp as it did. "Let me help you little lady," Aaron said as he assisted Marie off of the bench and onto her feet. "Can I get you a beer?" "Yeah. Thanks." Aaron fished a couple of cans out of the bag, glancing back at the girl who stood by the bench in a pose that looked like she was bowlegged. Her knees were red and there was a big gob of cum hanging from her pussy lips and hair that would be on the ground soon. "Little warm," Aaron said, apologizing for the temperature, but Marie didn't seem to care because she downed most of it in one swallow, and after finishing it she looked sad. "Want another one?" Aaron asked, and when Marie shook her head he asked her what was wrong. "Can't believe I just did that," Marie said at the reflection of the flames from the fire lit her face. "I don't do stuff like that." "You sorry you did it?" "Yeah - no," Marie said. "I don't know. I feel like a pig. I put down girls who do stuff like this, and look at me." "I am. Aaron said as he put his arm around Marie's shoulder an gave her a squeeze. "You're a pretty girl who felt lonely. I know the feeling. Don't go beating yourself up over it. It was good, wasn't it?" "Yeah." "Better than with your boyfriend - ex-boyfriend?" "No," Marie said. "It was good but I really loved him. Love him." Marie started to cry and when she did Aaron wrapped his arms around her and held her while she let it out until she had no more tears left inside of her. "Sorry. Thanks," Marie said as she took the last of Aaron's tissues and dried her eyes while scolding herself. "Big baby." "If I was that boyfriend I would get my shit together and beg you to take him back," Aaron opined as he watched Marie waddle around to get her clothes together. "I don't know much but you're a keeper. That's a fact." "Are you going to be camping here for a while?" Marie asked after she got dressed. "Depends," Aaron said while buttoning his shirt. "The nights are starting to get cold. Fall will be here soon and by then I need to be way south of here. Aaron and the cold don't get along." "Must be fun living like this," Marie said. "Free and all." "Not really," Aaron said. "I wasn't always like this. Up until about 15 years ago I was doing fine. Had a little garage in Yonkers, mechanical work and the like. Had a wife and a son and life was good. One day the cops came to the shop and told me my life was over. They got t-boned by a truck. Both gone." "Omigod." "I could take just about anything, at least that's what I thought, but not that," Aaron said. "After that, I wasn't worth a damn. Drank all day and then at night I drank some more until it stopped hurting, but the problem was that it never did. Lost my business and house, and here I am." "I'm sorry," Marie sniffed. "Things happen. If I was a better man I would have carried on but I didn't. Actually, I'm in way better shape now than I have been in quite a while," Aaron declared. "Tough to apply for a job when you don't have a phone, but maybe I'll catch a break. Lots of times I stop by a VFW Hall and somebody will give me a hand or point me in a good direction." "VFW? You were in the war? Vietnam?" Marie asked increduously. "No, child. World War II. The other war to end all wars," Aaron explained. "No matter. It will all work out. I'll be good and so will you." "I hope so," Marie said. "Would you mind if I came back to see you again?" "Course not honey. You're the only friend I have around these parts," Aaron chuckled. "Stop by and have a chat. If you want more than a chat - hey - I'm all for it. If you do though, can you bring some kind of lotion or lube or something? Make it easier and better for us." "Okay. I've got classes tomorrow but the next day I just have one in the morning and work until 6," Marie explained. "If the wind don't blow I'll be here," Aaron said, kissing Marie on the forehead before she turned and left, waddling slowly towards the darkness. "Can you find your way?" "Yeah, the moon is pretty bright," Marie turned around and said. "I'm good." "You're way better than good, child," Aaron called out. "You're a keeper." *** Marie punched her time card and grabbed the six-pack of Utica Club and the sandwich she bought and left work, heading down the same route she had been led to a couple of days earlier. It was a nice day but already the leaves were beginning to change color and some were already on the ground. Fall comes early in upstate New York and with Labor Day just passed while it might not technically be autumn, it was here nonetheless. Marie looked for a sign of smoke as she searched for the little clearing that was so well hidden, but soon she recognized the big oak and quickened her pace. "Mr. Thorne?" Marie called out and then corrected herself. "Aaron?" Then she was in the tiny clearing, and while the fire ring was there the ashes were cold and old. The bench, brought here from another part of the park was also there, but the tent was gone and so was Aaron. Marie sat down on the bench and pulled out the sandwich she had bought for her friend and the six-pack she had gotten for them to share. She pulled the small jar of Vaseline out of her pocket because it was digging into her thigh, and after putting it on the bench she opened a beer and unwrapped the sandwich. Marie ate what was supposed to be Aaron's supper and drank another beer before packing her stuff back into the bag. She was about to leave when she looked over at a rock that was on the other end of the bench, and while she had seen the rock before she didn't think anything of it. Now from this different angle Marie noticed something tucked underneath it. It was a scrap of paper that looked to have been torn from the corner of a grocery bag, and when Marie lifted the rock paperweight she saw the writing on the brown paper. I'll be good and so will you. Remember, you're a keeper. Love you child. Aaron. Marie's eyes filled up while she read the note again a couple more times, smiling before folding it up neatly and putting it in her pocket and leaving. Back in her dorm room Marie placed the note over the picture of Ken on her desk where it stayed throughout the school year, a constant reminder not only of a special evening but of the fact that she really was a keeper, even if Ken didn't think so. *** thank you for reading