2 comments/ 110310 views/ 2 favorites Cherry On The Tracks By: Stardog Champion The very first time I saw Tiffany Cattrell and her mother Carman was 2 and a half years ago, on the Saturday morning that they moved into my apartment complex, four doors down from me. It was unlike any other moving process I had ever seen before. There were no Ryder trucks or other moving vans or throng of friends and family helping to unload the two women's' material possessions with care. There was simply a mother and a daughter with everything they owned between them stuffed into a beat up station wagon. Granted, a few days later a truck from one of those big rental furniture companies, that rent things at ungodly high monthly rates, showed up at the Cattrell residence and dropped off one bed, two tables and a very small sofa. My mind would constantly wonder what kind of life those two ladies were enduring inside that cramped apartment. Carman Cattrell appeared, at first glance, to be in her late 40's but I would later find out she was over 10 years younger than that. Her weathered face and slumped posture indicated that she had led a very difficult and arduous life to that point. Her daughter, Tiffany, also seemed to have the look of a woman that was older than her calendar years. In her case, despite the fact that she was only 16 when she moved in, she could have easily passed for 25. There was an inherent bleakness in Tiffany's brown eyes that spoke of great turmoil in her life as well. It appeared that Tiffany had seen more in her 16 years than anyone should in a lifetime. She was definitely mature for her age, in more ways than one. Her long brown hair was often pulled back into a pony tail but when she teased it on the rare occasions that she went out and added some makeup, she took on the radiant glow of a young groupie that wouldn't have a problem making it backstage at any concert. On the rare occasion I happened to see Tiffany and her Mom go somewhere together, there was a tangible aloofness between the two that spoke of a mountain's worth of festering, unresolved conflict. When I would see each woman on their own with their own friends, both Carman and Tiffany seemed like complexity different people than they did when Mother and Daughter were hanging out together. As the months wore on, I slowly pieced together some of the tendencies of their relationship and frankly I came to believe that the teenager was keeping better and more stable company than her Mother was. It was an interesting dichotomy. Children are naturally rebellious and frequently react unpredictably in the face of authority. When no authority is put forth, children can go in one of two directions. It appeared that Tiffany Cattrell had chosen the path of being the responsible one while her Mother went about her merry way, living life in the really really fast lane. Still, bound by the mores and laws of society, my 16 year old neighbor was trapped in her predicament and I sensed that she would eventually fall victim to the same vicious patterns her Mother was living out in front of her, unless she could somehow escape from it. * * * * * Being a night owl and also someone who finds himself always looking out the window whenever a pair of headlights ease into the apartment complex after midnight, I couldn't help but see a lot of the comings and goings with my neighbors. Not that I really cared either way what any of them were doing but with the occasional burglary in the neighborhood, a person tends to pay more attention to strangers coming around. I immediately started to notice a pattern with Carman Cattrell's late night routines as the weeks went on. Her rickety station wagon would come and go at all times of the night and many times with a wide array of men accompanying her in and out of her apartment. Knowing Tiffany was home to experience her Mother's looseness first hand, all I could do was pray that somehow she'd stay immune to her lecherous upbringing. Many of the men I saw come and go from the Cattrell apartment frankly I wouldn't let walk my dog, and knowing those men were doing God knows what with Carman while her Daughter slept under the same roof made my skin crawl. Knowing first hand just how small the apartments were, I knew Tiffany was forced to be party to everything socially her Mother did those nights when Carman chose to bring men home with her. Another example of Tiffany 'rebelling' against her Mother's influence was in the way she dealt with her boyfriends. While Carman went through men like pudding through a cat, Tiffany appeared to have only two steady boyfriends from the time she was 16 until she was 18, and both those boys seemed to have their acts together much more than the scuzzy things Carman Cattrell brought home. * * * * * One Saturday afternoon last April, I was on my back underneath my car changing the oil when I got to witness Tiffany Cattrell's then relationship with her 18 year old boyfriend hit the rocks. If my memory serves, Tiffany was about two months away from from her 18th birthday at the time. Hidden underneath my Buick, I could hear Tiffany and her boyfriend Ryan arguing intensely as they parked in front of the Cantrell apartment. Before they had even opened the doors to get out, the whole neighborhood was filling with the sounds of cursing, yelling and threats. When Tiffany and Ryan finally did emerge from the car, everything else around the apartment complex slowed to a halt. I momentarily quit what I was doing with the oil pan and watched the two fight from the privacy of my secluded hiding place. I couldn't make out the entire gyst of the heated discussion but the snippets I could understand seemed to revolve around Tiffany's Mom, Carman. "You're gonna grow up and be just like her," I heard Ryan say accusingly. "That ought to make you happy you son of a bitch...after all Ryan...you are fuckin' her...she must be good enough for somethin'!" Tiffany belted out, not caring in the least that a dozen or so of her neighbors were voyeuristically hanging on every word. "I got to get it from somewhere Tiff...you sure as Hell don't want to ever do anything...I got news for ya...that pussy of yours isn't made out of gold!" Ryan shot back, causing Tiffany's eyes to start to get puffy. "FUCK YOU!" the 17 year old girl yelled bitterly. After about three minutes of back and forth, Ryan simply gave up and got back into his car, slamming the door loudly before speeding away. Tiffany was left all alone on the front stoop of her apartment with the gaze of every curious eye in the neighborhood on her as her world caved in. I continued laying there on my back for a few seconds waiting to see if Tiffany would turn and walk inside her apartment but she simply stood there with her head in her hands as if her feet were secured in concrete. An overwhelming sense of discomfort washed over me as I laid there fidgeting under my car. I couldn't help feeling sorry for the 17 year old girl that was bawling her eyes out less than 100 feet from me. I could look between my driver's side rear and front tires to see several of the other neighbors milling about, getting back to their lazy weekend routines after the brief interlude of watching two teenagers fight like cats and dogs. Looking up at the slow drip of dirty oil as it drained from my engine, I grabbed a rag to wipe my hands with as I pushed myself out from underneath my car. Why I felt the need or obligation to take myself away from what I was doing and butt my nose into someone else's business, I still don't know, but at the time I genuinely thought I was doing the right thing. The moment Tiffany sensed me raising out from underneath my car, she instantly recoiled as if she had seen a ghost. The sound of her quick gasp of surprise was peppered with the ricocheting sounds of gravel skidding across the driveway as I stopped cold in my tracks. Understanding her shock in seeing my rise out of nowhere, like a satanic and oil-covered jack in the box, I froze there for a moment and waited for her to gain her bearings. Once I was comfortable that Tiffany recognized me, I proceeded a few steps forward, wiping what grease I could off of my hands and arms. It seemed extremely awkward in one sense as I eased up to Tiffany, a man of no relation to her that was exactly twice her age going to help her in a time of need. On the other hand, I felt the part of my brain that regulated charity telling me that if I had an ounce of concern for a fellow human being in a tough spot, I had to offer whatever support I could. I could feel an intangible aura immersing us both as I closed the distance between our bodies to about 10 feet. Stopping there so I wouldn't invade her comfort zone, I waited patiently for her to make the next move. Standing that close, I could see Tiffany's clear white tears seep down the side of her face almost as if an internal faucet was minting a freshly made tear every few seconds. I could feel Tiffany's body posture open towards me slightly as the soft foreboding taste of anticipation resonated on my tongue. A moment later, before I could even prepare myself, I was paralyzed for an instant as my life took a sharp and unexpected turn. In a blinding furious flash, something base and instinctual inside of Tiffany Catrell's mind must have snapped and her need to be held and comforted switched on. She ran like a charging bull straight towards me. The air inside of my lungs rushed out with a brutal, blunt whoosh as Tiffany's 140 pound frame crushed into me. I had to take one step backwards to balance myself from the impact and raised both arms into the air in a modified Jesus Christ pose as the 17 year old wrapped her arms around me in a tear jerking bear hug. Part of me said all I had to do for a few moments was to just stand there like a lamp post, giving Tiffany something to hold on to until she was stable enough to move on. Another part of me however was extremely uncomfortable. It was the classic no win situation for me. Push her away and I knew Tiffany would feel even more rejection at a very vulnerable time. On the other hand, I didn't feel right either bringing my arms down and trying to give the young girl even a semblance of a hug with the whole neighborhood watching our embrace in broad daylight. So all I did for a minute or so was simply stand there with my arms extended as Tiffany's eyes soaked my oil stained tee-shirt. Standing there helplessly in the girl's emotional grip, I disparately tried ignoring the sensations of her large breasts tightly wedged against my chest as she pulled me closer with her clenched fists. It was just like the proverbial pink elephant however, the more I tried not thinking about the young girl's mature endowment, the more I felt the weight of her womanhood mashing through my shirt. I could feel my willpower to be gentlemanly gradually start to dissipate as my arms started to tingle from a lack of blood as I held them out to the side. Slowly lowering them, I couldn't fight the urge to return her embrace for a second longer. Before I even could close my arms around Tiffany's shoulders, the devastated young girl let go of me and hurriedly ran towards her front door with the same reckless abandon that she had ran towards me in the first place with. "The fickleness and volatility of youth," I told myself as I stood there perplexed on the front sidewalk. The more I thought about it, I was deeply thankful Tiffany did what she did by going in her apartment at that moment, not wanting to think about what may have happened if she hadn't let go when she did. I could hear Tiffany yell 'thank you" to me without turning around, through her muffled hands covering her face as she disappeared into her apartment. My whole body felt the stinging vibration of the Cattrell's door slamming shut as Tiffany went inside to deal with her personal tragedy alone. I finally mustered the wherewithall to turn and make my way back to my car to finish the oil change that I had started. Reaching down to unscrew the top of a new quart of oil, I started to pour it into the engine before my memory was jarred. "You forgot to put the bolt back in the bottom of the oilpan you idiot!" Slamming my rag down to the gravel below in disgust, I knelt down and went back underneath the car to try and clean up my own personal mess. * * * * * I spent the better part of the rest of that night trying to figure out what had happened between Tiffany and I. The rational part of my mind told me that absolutely nothing had, she was just stuck in a moment of weakness and I just happned to be there. As I laid in bed however, unable to fall asleep, the muscle memory of Tiffany's arms wrapped around my body and her endowment pressing against my chest brazenly embroiled themselves into my psyche. "Just go to bed to fuckin' putz...she's probably already forgotten all about it...teenage girls go through this shit all the time...don't flatter yourself," an inner, droning voice correctly warned me. Still, as I closed my eyes and desperately tried forcing myself to sleep, the realization that the embrace with Tiffany was the first real female contact that I had shared since my wife and I had separated, six months earlier. Just the simple fact that an attractive young girl had not been so grossed out by me that she was willing to hug me gave me a broad, if not misguided, smile in the 'behind closed door' privacy of my bedroom. "But damn man," The devilish voice in my head suddenly chimed in." You've never fucked a virgin in your whole life and this girl wraps her fuckin arms around you to cry her little eyes out...AND YOU DO NOTHIN'!!" I further tried detaching myself from the fact that it was my own arousal pressing against the inside of my thigh as I tossed and turned in the early AM darkness. "She's only 17...she's a sweet young girl who's mother is a crack addict...go to sleep and mind your own fucking business...YOU DON'T NEED THE HASSLE!!" the angel in my head logically countered, thankfully. Sometime later I finally did fall asleep and as the days and weeks turned into months, I slowly came to realize that the rational, angelic thoughts that night were right on the money. While Tiffany didn't necessarily go out of her way to avoid me, she also didn't make an effort to acknowledge the fact that she had used me for a crying post either. And that was probably for the best. * * * * * Those thoughts were even more cemented on a hot August night a few months later when Tiffany Cattrell had a huge party to celebrate her 18th birthday. I couldn't help sneaking a few peeks out the window that night at all the revelers coming and going in and out of the Cattrell residence. All I could seem to think about was the fact that if Tiffany had kept her virginity for those 18 years, there was just no way it was gonna last through the night with all the booze and pot that was being passed around. I kicked myself for being shallow as my suppressed lust for Tiffany waned slightly, loosing some of the appeal, for some reason, if her virginity was no longer in tact. I noticed that there was no sign of Carman Cattrell the whole night and it gave me a small jolt of optimism, as far as the bigger picture went, that with Tiffany finally turning 18, maybe she could actually move away and start living out from her Mom's rather messy and devouring shadow. I dragged myself to bed that night with a wry but disappointed smile, imagining what was going through the minds of the lucky guy or guys that might be taking Tiffany Cattrell's cherry. * * * * It was a few weeks later that my phone ringing unexpectedly, jolted me awake at about 1:30 in the morning. I tried swallowing my heart back down into my chest as I clumsily reached over to see who it was. For a single guy with a soon to be ex-wife, the phone ringing that late was never a good sign. I hesitated for a moment before finally reaching down to pick up the receiver. "Hi Dave," a silent, almost inaudible voice whispered after I mumbled 'hello'. I knew immediately that it wasn't my ex-wife. All she ever did when she called was scream at me. "Who...wa...who...wa...who is this?" I asked, through the cobwebs of my interuppted sleep. "Ahhhh...Dave...uuummmm... this is Tiffany...Tiffany Cattrell... from down the street...I...ahhhh...I could really use some help right now...," came the pleading voice on the other end of the line. The reality of who it was on the other end suddenly flickered in my brain as the pleading urgency in the young girl's voice woke me completely from my haze. * * * * * An hour or so later, I was in a pair of sweatpants and a flannel shirt driving back to my apartment after picking Tiffany up from the police station downtown. She sat stoically beside me, arms folded and scowling, sniffling every few seconds as she bravely fought off the urge to cry her eyes out as I sped her back home. From the story she gave me at the police station, apparently Tiffany was with her mom at one of Carman's friend's house earlier that evening and the cops had raided the place. Her Mother along with several of her friends had been taken into custody for possession with the intent to distribute and Tiffany had been forced to go along with the arrested party. When nothing was found on her, Tiffany was released after answering a few questions. With the family car impounded however and no money for a cab, Tiffany had to scramble for a way home. Not wanting to drag any of her other family members or friends into the mess, she had grabbed the phone book and started calling neighbors until I was the first one to answer the phone. * * * * * The whole way home, I found myself grinding my teeth, drowning in the cell of awkward silence that permeated the front seat of my car. Always being one to say the wrong thing at the wrong time, I bit my tongue forcefully on a couple of instances, searching for a way to break the silence. "So...how does it feel to be 18?" I asked meekly. For a moment, Tiffany continued to just sit there, staring forward into the bleak night. "No different really," She finally replied. "I feel 38 with all the shit that I've been through lately." "38 ain't that old," I shot back kiddingly, more for my own good than hers. "I'm almost there...its not the end of the world." Not wanting to talk about any of the depressing stuff weighing her down, I tried steering the conversation towards happier things. "I couldn't help but notice the big party you had at your place a few weeks back...was that for your birthday?" "Yeah," Tiffany sighed in return. "Looked like quite a blowout" I said casually. "I didn't know half the people there...guys invite their friends who invite their friends and on and on...it got kinda crazy...we didn't keep you up with the music did we?" Tiffany asked with a touch of embarrassed concern. "No...no...no," I immediately answered. "Not at all." "Congratulations," I said after a couple of seconds, bringing a trace of a smile to Tiffany's full lips. A few moments later I wheeled my car into my parking space, cut the ignition and sneaked a peak over at the exhausted expression on Tiffany's young but weathered face. "You're welcome to sleep on my sofa tonight if you don't want to...you know...have to deal with being alone at your place," I offered, immediately slapping myself internally for the indecent way the offer came out of my mouth. I instantly tried amending the way my offer sounded but before I could correct myself, I saw the understanding look in Tiffany's tired brown eyes, signaling that she knew what I really meant. Tiffany thought over my offer for about 30 seconds while we huddled quietly in the front seat. "You sure?" She finally asked. "Yeah...it's no problem...get a good night's sleep then see what the fallout is like with your Mom in the morning," I replied with a smile. Cherry On The Tracks Seizing the moment, I jumped out and hurried over to help Tiffany from the car. As we walked up the small sidewalk to my apartment door, I could feel my bladder start to throb, reminding me that I had forgotten to use the bathroom before jumping in the car to go get Tiffany downtown. I let Tiffany walk into the apartment in front of me and turned on the light while pointing out the TV remote control and refrigerator to her. "The bathroom's in the back on the other side of my bedroom...make yourself at home...I gotta go really bad," I cringed as I quickly made my way back to the facilities, looking as if my feet were on fire. I could see Tiffany get a faint smile across her face watching me waddle to the bathroom. "Go ahead Dave...I can wait." Moving through the apartment a record pace, I pulled down my sweatpants and slipped my cock free just as I got to the toilet rim, emptying my bladder in a loud and lasting stream. About 25 or 30 seconds later I felt like a completely new man as I dropped the lid back down, washed my hands and prepared to free up the bathroom so that Tiffany could use it if she wanted. "OOOO...KKKK," I started to holler, to tell Tiffany that the bathroom was open but the moment I took a step out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom, I saw Tiffany pensively staring out my bedroom window, in the dark, with her back to me. "OOHH," I stammered. "AHHH...bathroom's open if you need it." "OK," Tiffany answered without even turning around. "I was just seeing if your view out back was the same as mine and Moms." I stood there watching Tiffany for a few moments wondering what fascination she had looking at the unappealing sight of a bunch of overgrown brush, some graffiti covered walls and a pair of rickety train tracks. "Bathroom's free anytime," I started again before she interrupted. "I'll use it in a second," She answered silently, still gazing deeply out into the dark night. It was as if a magnet was drawing me closer as my eyes welded on to the contour of Tiffany's full round hips, nestled softly into her tight fitting blue jeans. It appeared as if two perfect bubbles were jutting out from her waist in the shadowy darkness of my bedroom. Creeping up behind Tiffany, I could faintly see her reflection in the window in front of her and could tell she knew I was directly behind her. My breath slowed to a shallow whisper as I inched close enough to reach out and touch my 18 year old neighbor. "What are you looking at?" I asked quizzically, looking over her shoulder at the same depressing scenery that she was. "Nothing, " Tiffany replied, meaning it in every sense of the word. I could inherently grasp that Tiffany saw the same desolation in the world on the other side of the window that she was feeling inside of her own heart. Before I knew it, temptation overrode my better judgement and my tentative fingertips came to rest on the back of Tiffany's jacket. Waiting for a moment for her to shrink away, when she didn't, I let the pressure of my entire hand come to rest on her back, rubbing my palms gently up and down her tense spinal column. With my head less than 18 inches behind Tiffany's, I could faintly smell the flowery fragrance of the shampoo in her hair as well as the entrancing smell of her perfume drifting up to me. Looking directly down at Tiffany's rounded, womanly hips right in front of my stiffening crotch, I bit my tongue hard trying to fend off the bounding energy to act coursing through my veins. When Tiffany ground backwards slightly and the edge of her hips grazed against my crotch, my knees buckled causing me to wrap my hands into loose fists holding onto Tiffany's jacket. As the denim material of Tiffany's jacket twisted around my fingers, the 18 year old girl, feeling the pressure from behind, finally turned to the side until our bodies awkwardly faced one another. Now face to face, with only the dingy yellow light of the street lamp shining through the window outside to outline our bodies, for the first time since I had met her over a year and a half earlier, I looked directly into Tiffany Cattrell's distant brown eyes and held a mutual stare for 5 or 6 seconds. Almost on cue, Tiffany and I broke our visual connection and looked jointly to our side at my unmade bed waiting invitingly in the darkness. Only the sounds of our steady breathing resonated in the late night quiet of my bedroom as we both turned from the sight of the bed and locked onto each other visually again. There was a strange, unspoken agreement in each of our stares that signaled we both knew what might be coming next. "I've wanted to sleep with you for a very long time," I blurted out, feeling incredibly stupid the instant the words left my mouth. It was almost as if I could see the words visually, flying slowly through the air and then disappearing into Tiffany's ears. When she was silent for a few seconds, I just knew that my blunt and unrestrained honest lustful admission had ruined the moment. "I know," Tiffany finally replied, in a calm voice that sent chills down my spine. "OOHH," I sizzled internally, sizing the young girl up from head to toe like a nervous school boy. To this day, I still don't know who first initiated it but two seconds later Tiffany and I were kissing each other with tentative and cautious passion. I swooned under the feel of Tiffany's soft lips as they hungrily started to caress mine. Working my hands down to her waist, I gently dug my fingers into the top of her blue jeans, desperately wanting to let me hands slip down a little further so that I could squeeze Tiffany's firm, voluptuous hips. I could taste the tart residue of alcohol on Tiffany's breath as I kissed her, a result evidentially left over from the party she was at before the cops busted in. Working my tongue over her lips and slowly seeping it into her mouth, my heart fluttered the moment my tongue and Tiffany's collided inside of her mouth. Clenching my hands into tighter fists as I kneaded the young girl's waist, I felt my blood start to boil as it raced through my veins. Unable to resist any longer, I purposefully tried shifting Tiffany's body around to lead her towards the bed. She took a willing step or two following my lead, but then gently put her hand on my chest to stop me. Pulling her lips away from mine for just a moment, Tiffany stared up into my awestruck face, then through the darkness, down at the bed. "I want my first time to be...I don't know...special Dave...a little...different," Tiffany whispered, trying in vain to find the right words to describe her mixed up feelings. "First time," I stammered to myself, suddenly lost in my own personal perverse longings. I could feel my dick hardening like steel between my legs, pressing out the front of my sweatpants like a rock solid banana as a flood of lustful cravings swirled majestically in my libido. I had to fight my own cock's need to cum right then and there. Even though no one was actually touching my dick, I tried desperately to hold my breath to keep it from shooting everywhere as Tiffany's wavered in front of me. "Sp...sp...special...Tiffany...what do you mean?" I asked breathlessly. "I don't know," she cryptically replied. "My life is in such chaos right now...this is just to easy...too romantic...too normal...I don't know..." As Tiffany searched for the words to define her angst, she cast a wayward glance back out the window behind her. I stood there impatiently watching her, sensing the gears inside of her head formulating an idea. * * * * * Less than five minutes later, after I had clumsily put my tennis shoes back on, I found myself following Tiffany Cattrell through the overgrown weeds and honeysuckle that served as our apartment complex's backyard. "Where are we going?" I asked trying to conceal the fact that the brisk jog was making me short of breath. I had a pretty good idea as to her intentions as we scampered through the night and the implication of where she was headed made me more than a little nervous. For the fleeting chance to sleep with her however I would have danced through a minefield. As Tiffany disappeared into the tree line that served as cover for the train tracks that cut through the rental property, I jumped into the bushes behind her, following her scent in the darkness like a lovelorn retriever. When both of us emerged from the thicket, the quiet stillness of the surrounding night beat like a drum in my head as my heart thudded in my chest. "You want to do it there...on the tracks...why?" I asked incredulously. "Why not," Tiffany replied playfully, swinging her body side to side to a rhythmic beat only she could hear. "So let me get this straight, " I inquired further. "With all the shit you've gone through, after a couple of serious boyfriends and after that party for your birthday you had...you still haven't gone all the way?" "No," Tiffany answered sarcastically. "I've had my chances...anybody could've the other night...I got so drunk I lost count after guy number 5 that I promised myself to that night. Ended up giving a few of the guys a blowjob but once they were done...they were so drunk and so high they just kinda drifted away leaving me there...Hell of a birthday huh...after they started passing out one by one...I don't know if it was the liquor or the pot I kind of tuned out too." "HOLY FUCKING SHIT," I gasped to myself, listening to Tiffany's matter of fact account of what had transpired during her 18th birthday party. The sheer thought of her on her knees, going down on all those boys while they drunkenly sat there enjoying it caused my eyes to water slightly from my depraved lust. The mental picture of Tiffany kneeling down performing fellatio was superimposed with the real time vision of the 18 year old girl unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down her waist right in front of me. Having already ascended the gravel mound that the train tracks were set on top of, I looked up at Tiffany high above me, like she was a goddess on a pedestal, as she playfully kicked off her shoes so she could take her pants completely off. "Are you coming up?" Tiffany asked coyly. "Right behind you," I replied, feeling my erect dick swing like a led pipe between my legs as I tried climbing up the gravelly hill to join Tiffany between the tracks. By the time I had reached the summit of the mound, I took a deep breath and looked around to gain my bearings. Concentrating my gaze down onto Tiffany in front of me, I watched her intently as she guided her jeans over her ankles and cast them aside. Standing there now in only her jacket, a tee-shirt and a pair of white panties in the dim fluorescence, I told myself I'd never seen a prettier picture in my life. Kicking my shoes off, I stole a glance down both ends of the empty tracks to see how much of a warning we might have if a train were to come. Guessing we would have about a half mile warning each way, I turned my attention back to Tiffany and crept closer. "So you've wanted to fuck me for a while?" Tiffany cooed. All I could do was gulp, still embarrassed from my earlier admission. "Ye...yeah," was all I could managed as I stuttered the answer. "Tell me Dave," Tiffany continued in a serious tone, "have you ever...touched yourself late at night thinking about me?" I rolled my eyes, drowning in my own shame. Thankfully it was dark enough out there that she couldn't see me blushing from the question or the fact that my cock was starting to jut out the front of my black sweatpants. Still I felt an obligation to give her the answer she wanted, the truth. "Yes," I admitted softly, "Yes, I have." "How many times?" Tiffany followed up immediately, like a lawyer with a witness on the run." How many times have you touched yourself...right here... late at night picturing me Dave?" Tiffany implored as she reached out and grazed her hand across my throbbing erection. "AAHHHH...A...A...A...A lot...Tiffany...a lot," I cringed to her, feeling my weak knees on the verge of giving out. "And all these times you thought about fucking me late at night, Dave...did you cum all over yourself?" Tiffany brazenly continued her interrogation. "Yes" I breathlessly shivered. "You would lay there and cum all over yourself...thinking about fucking me, Dave?" Tiffany asked again, a little louder. "Yes," I replied again, this time compelled to reply louder also. "Just like your gonna do right now if I don't take my hand off your dick," Tiffany said arrogantly, knowing she was in total control for the moment. "You better hurry up and fuck me Dave before you waste it...are you man enough to fuck this little tight pussy of mine?" "OH GOD YES...please let me fuck you," I moaned pleadingly, praying my actions would somehow speak louder than my words. Taking off my jacket and helping Tiffany off with hers, I sat both garments down between the tracks so that she could lay down and have some buffer between her back and the gravel and wooden railroad ties underneath her. As Tiffany knelt down flatly and took her place between the tracks, I took a few steps forward, towering above the young girl as I tried committing the luscious vision before me to an eternal place in my memory bank. "Come on Dave...you've wanted to fuck me all this time...come on and take my cherry...right here under the stars...shove that cock of yours into my cunt and fill me up Baby," Tiffany ordered in a voice that strangely didn't sound like hers. My head was swirling as I anxiously knelt down in front of her, sizing up my options while Tiffany's blue words echoed through the night around us. I inherently knew that a lot of the things Tiffany was saying were probably coming from the way she had heard her Mother talk around men all those years of being couped up in the same place with her and the trash she would bring home. Reaching my hands out, I took Tiffany's lead and helped her slip her silky white panties down her legs, my head immediately filling with the unmistakable scent of her youthful arousal the moment her well manicured pussy was stripped bare. Letting the glorious aroma of Tiffany's womanhood fill my lungs, I dutifully leaned forward in hopes of getting a filling taste of the sweet young pussy that dribbled with arousal directly in front of me. Just as the startling heat of Tiffany's vagina started to caress my descending face, the distant sound of a train whistle caused us both to moan, "OH SHIT!" "Get up here Dave and fuck me," Tiffany implored. "You can lick my cunt anytime you want...Hell... lick it out after you finish with it...Just hurry up and fuck me before we get killed...my pussy is juiced enough!" With the crystal clear realization that a freight train was speeding our way, when I removed my head from between her parted legs, I cast a questioning glance into Tiffany's eyes to see if her resolve to go through with this was still there. All I saw when I stared into her enchanting dark orbs was lustful purpose and certainty. Pushing forward, dropping my body weight on top of the beautiful teenager's pelvic bone, I could feel my cock bluntly press into the tender inner flesh of Tiffany's thigh. "OOOOHHHH," a deep gurgling quiver lurched from my mouth as my dick rubbed against Tiffany's baby smooth skin. Repositioning my hips so that I'd have a better thrusting angle, I pressed my left hand down on the cold steel railroad track to my side for support while I used my right hand to aim my cock towards Tiffany's virgin snatch. Feeling the heat from Tiffany's vagina drift out against my erect phallus, I gazed down at Tiffany's dazed expression and saw through her youthful bravado. When the spongy head of my cock slammed into the entrance of her seething pink quim, all the cocksure posing she had done flew out the window as the nervous and unsure little girl inside manifested itself. "Please be gentle with me," Tiffany's eyes seemed to beg as I greased my cock with her dripping juices. Every muscle in my body flinched as my probing penis pierced the outer folds of Tiffany's cunt. The sound of both our lungs exhaling from the tight fit was muted however by the sound of the train whistle again, signaling its impending arrival. "Hurry up...fuck me pleasssseeeeee," Tiffany cried out with her eyes clenched shut. "Damn right," I groaned to myself, penetrating the young virgin's womb at the same moment I felt the tracks eerily start to vibrate in my hand. Feeling Tiffany's cunt trying to choke off my cock with every inch I tried sinking into it, I looked straight ahead realizing that the train off in the distance was coming at us from the North. Looking off into the bleak darkness for the first sign of the train's lights, I estimated that we would have about 30 seconds to get off the tracks as soon as the locomotive curved around the bend up ahead. Trying my best not to press down too hard, knowing all Tiffany had underneath her for cushion were two jackets, I tried gentle sideways motions to give my cock the power it needed to penetrate the teenager's tight quim. Hearing Tiffany sigh and moan underneath me, I could only imagine what she must be feeling as a cock dug into her womb for the very first time. Sneaking another peek forwards, I finally saw the impending specter of the train's headlights as it approached the turn that led to the straightaway that passed our apartment complex. "Oh shit...its coming," I cringed. "Oh my God no...not yet Dave...hold it back for me," Tiffany begged, thinking I meant I was cumming, not the train. The knowledge that time was of the essence however must have clicked inside of Tiffany's head because after I made my statement she frantically started working her pelvis up against mine as if her pussy was a weapon, awkwardly pumping her hips off the gravel, meeting my thrusts with equally manic vigor. "OHHH...GODDD...DDAMMNN," I cried out loudly, telling the teenage girl I loved the way she made my whole body burn with pleasure. Feeling the ground beneath us start to rumble, I looked fearfully up and saw what I had dreaded. The entire train had turned around the bend and was now making a 1000 ton beeline straight for us. "Can you feel it?" I asked Tiffany to which she shook her head up and down and moaned, "Dammittt...Shit... Yessss...I feel it from both sides!" I tried pressing both my feet back against the edge of a decaying railroad tye to gain some semblance of traction as I pushed frantically forward, trying to get both of us off before time was up. Leaning down to nuzzle Tiffany's neck and ear with my mouth as I ruthlessly pounded her pussy, I felt the steady flow of her heated gasps trail out of her mouth, blowing seductively against my cheek and shoulder. With my head buried in the crook of Tiffany's neck, all of the sudden I felt my body become immersed in a pool of blinding yellow light. I felt as if I had stumbled into a scene from "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" as I looked up to see the intense oncoming light of the train barreling towards us. That was when the ground underneath us started to shake violently causing every tooth in my mouth rattle. It felt as if Tiffany and I were laying on the rim of an active volcano as the train rumbled furiously towards us. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming as the night air around us illuminated like Times Square from the spotlight motoring down the tracks. Even though her gasps were slowly being muted out from the sound of the roaring train engine, I could feel her body writhing underneath me as I rapidly continued drilling my cock into her syrupy tightness. I started to open my mouth to whisper how beautiful she was into Tiffany's ear, but as soon as the words left my tongue the shrill, deafening sounds of the conductor's 'get off the tracks warning whistle' pierced both of our eardrums. Cherry On The Tracks Looking up to see just how close the train was, all I could discern was the blinding yellow light that hid the locomotive charging behind it like a runaway rabid bull. Guiding my hands underneath Tiffany's back I lifted her chunky but well proportioned body into the air so that she was helpless in my arms. I could feel her legs wrap around my bare calves as her head flailed backwards, loosely swinging in the air as the train rushed towards us. Drilling her pussy now with everything that I had, I could tell from looking down into Tiffany's slitted eyes that she was transfixed by the approaching heavenly light. "DDDAAAMMMNNN," I yelped out loudly into the empty night, my quivering sounds of impending orgasm drowned out by the deafening humm of the train's engine less than 1000 feet away. I curiously wondered what the sleepy engineer must have thought as he pushed his train down the tracks only to see two bodies passionately intertwined directly in his path. I felt like I was in the middle of a vivid hallucination when I heard the godawful screeching sound of the train's brakes combine with the glorious inner divinity of my long pent-up orgasm. Looking down at Tiffany in my arms as I brutally came inside of her, I could see her entire face lit up angelically from the bright exquisite light bathing us both. The train whistle wailed again and this time I literally felt the sound waves reverberating through my body as the windshield of the engineer's cabin came partially into sight. "Ohh...shit...we gotta move," I told myself, feeling completely numb as my orgasmic adrenaline seeped from my body. Feeling the tracks that were bracketing us start to shake as if the Earth's crust underneath us was preparing to swallow Tiffany and I whole, something primal, base and instinctual finally tripped in my head, forcing me to shift my body recklessly to my left, bringing Tiffany with me. We both tumbled over the left side of the tracks like a couple of fallen skiers falling down a rocky mountain side until we both settled in a heap at the bottom of the gravelly mound. I swore I could feel Tiffany's pussy start the violent constrictions that led up to her orgasm around my cock but as I pulled her off the tracks, as soon as we hit the other side, we split apart as gravity forced us down the side of the hill in separate directions to safety. About five seconds later, the train roared by at about 15 mph, the engineer still gunning the brakes and horn as he went by Tiffany and I cowering at the foot of the tracks. I could almost hear him cussing us as he passed, thinking he was that close to killing two people. As we sat there, both half naked and licking our wounds from the fall, the deep erotic rumble the train caused in our bodies as it went by brought a gloriously new twist to our post orgasmic bliss. After collecting what clothes we could and heading back to my apartment, I fulfilled my promise to Tiffany and ate out her pussy for what seemed like an hour. She left to go back to her place around the crack of dawn and that was the last time I ever saw her. When Carman Cattrell made bail the next morning, she had come home, evidently packed up what stuff she could and disappeared with Tiffany, skipping town to avoid prosecution. - The End -