3 comments/ 12943 views/ 1 favorites The Long and Winding Road Ch. 01 By: smj54ap Author's Note: A special word of thanks to my editor, janiexx for polishing and refining my story. I extend my heartfelt gratitude. Chapter One: The morning crowd at the WAWA Quik Mart was thick and impatient. I was waiting six deep at the checkout with money in hand for my large coffee and bagel. At the head of the line, an elderly woman was trying to pay for a carton of cigarettes with a credit card. "Ma'am, do you have a different card? The one you're trying to use is expired," the clerk said patiently. Everyone in line audibly groaned including me as a debate about the validity of the card ensued. Another register opened and everyone moved in that direction. The PA system in the store broadcast canned songs representing the 60's to the 90's as well as the easy listening variety. Today was no exception but then a song came on that pierced me to my very soul. "Hearts of fire creates love desire Take you high and higher to a world you belong Hearts of fire creates love desire High and higher to your place on the throne..." Remembering the old Earth, Wind and Fire song, the tears started to form in my eyes. I couldn't stop them. I hadn't heard the tune in a long time but it's relevance to my early love life was irrefutable. "You will find peace of mind If you look down in your heart and soul Don't hesitate 'cause the world seems cold Stay young at heart 'cause you're never, never old at heart..." The tears ran down my cheeks and I left my place in line for the nearest exit, the coffee and bagel still on the counter. I was crying, middle aged fool that I was, over something that I once had but was now lost. Avoiding eye contact at all costs, I walked briskly out the door. Thank God I'd parked the car in a remote part of the lot. In my haste I hit the panic button on the keyless entry and my SUV started making a high pitched theft alarm noise. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Finally, I was able to gain access and slumped in the driver's seat with my head on the steering wheel. My mind was filled with unanswered questions and regrets. What went wrong, Sharon? Why us? Were we just another government statistic? After twenty five years of marriage, I was separated from my wife, my first and only wife. Deep in my heart, I knew that I would always care for her and a part of me still loved her. Long forgotten memories rumbled through my head, of times and places and people. I saw Sharon's lovely youthful face framed by long flowing brunette hair. It was January of 1973 and my first day of regular college. Big Man on Campus: I was referred to as a "Summer/Jan" freshman, a new concept in post secondary education. My acceptance to State U was predicated on taking two classes during the summer session, then returning in January as a full time student. As I walked into the Student Lounge with my best bud Craig, I saw a petite vision of loveliness playing cards: Pinochle to be precise. I poked him in the ribs. "That girl is cute as hell..." I whispered. Craig looked confused for a moment. "Oh, that's Sharon." "You know her?" I asked disbelievingly. "Yeah man, she's part of our group. She's Carla's friend. Nice girl but kinda quiet." When I tore my eyes away from Sharon's face, I immediately recognized the other card players as my friends. "Hey man, I'm late for History class. See ya around one. Did you remember to bring a doob?" he asked. "Yeah...yeah I did," I answered but I was preoccupied with meeting Sharon. When Carla saw me, her face lit up. "Well, well, well, if it isn't B.M.O.C.," she said. Suddenly, I felt shy and a little irritated. Ever since Carla discovered that I was going to be part of the college scene at State U, she called me B.M.O.C., short for Big Man on Campus. She introduced me to Sharon, who looked at me briefly and turned her attention back to the card game. "Pull up a chair. When's your first class?" Carla asked. During my preoccupation with Sharon, I totally forgot about English 102. My panicked look gave me away. "Your first day and you're late for class, not a good start B.M.O.C.," Carla said, before I sped out of the building. Luckily, I was familiar with campus via summer session. I arrived only a minute or two late but as I sat in class, the image of Sharon dominated my thoughts. I was thankful that some of my closer high school chums were attending the same college. During summer session, I knew practically no one but thanks to a plentiful supply of pot, made friends easily. In that era many a friendship started via a shared joint or pipe. Long hair, T shirts and bell bottoms was the standard look among college age males, especially at State U. In spite of the fact that it was winter I wore a lined jeans jacket over a turtleneck sweater. The swirling and sometimes howling winds cut through the thin cloth like a knife. I swear I lost five pounds the first month just from shivering. Craig and I met after class in a remote part of the windswept athletic field and as we smoked the joint, I asked him questions about Sharon. "Jesus man, I think she's dating two or three guys," he said in answer to one of my more direct questions. Considering her very pretty looks, his reply came as no surprise. "If you decide to go after her, good luck; Sharon's a sweetheart but she keeps to herself. She's hard to read, get my drift?" he said. All I could do was nod my head but something inside me refused to be intimidated. After four pm when most classes had ended for the day, a large group of guys and girls met to play Pinochle in the student lounge. The number one extracurricular activity for the sedentary at State U., it was a consuming passion for most of us. Although I started out playing single deck, I soon graduated to double deck and the competition among teams became fierce. Almost all social activities on campus revolved around the student union building and the lounge was the place to meet, greet, be seen and above all for our group to play cards. Many of my friends were skilled card players and attended the late afternoon/early evening sessions religiously. It's odd when I think about it, but weekends were usually Pinochle free. When I noticed that Sharon was a regular, it made my presence mandatory. However, Carla insisted on me becoming her latest in a long string of partners. Besides, Sharon was already teamed with her boyfriend Ted. "Brian's a fuckin' dolt!" Sharon spat angrily after a very galling loss one afternoon. Brian was also her boyfriend and she unceremoniously dumped him because as she put it, "He sucks as a card player and the asshole doesn't know his way around a girl's vagina!" Carla. What a character! She was ahead of her time. From high school her brutal honesty about life and how she perceived it should be lived always commanded my attention. To call her a feminist I think would be cheating her memory. She was more than a feminist and although she held firm with their ideals, she was a renaissance woman. Carla preached equality among men and women in every aspect of American life. As I would soon learn, that included sex. A woman's place in conventional society was rapidly changing as more and more entered the workforce and yet were woefully underpaid in comparison to their male counterparts. It was one of her pet peeves. I could talk and listen to her for hours and never felt threatened because there had always been a strong maternal influence in my upbringing. Male chauvinism was completely unacceptable behavior in my house. Call it zero tolerance by today's standards. Sometimes when I think back, it was Carla I should have married. But I wasn't in love with her. If Carla and I were part of a foursome with Sharon and Ted, I'd gawk at Sharon and make mental mistakes during the game. That drove Carla crazy but she knew instinctively that I had a crush on Sharon. It was nearing Valentine's Day when Carla and I signed up for a double deck Pinochle tournament. She insisted on going over all the rules and practicing various scenarios that might arise during a game. I distinctly remember it was a Friday night and I wanted to go out partying but Carla was adamant. I was able to concentrate for maybe a half hour but started making simple, unforgivable mistakes. Carla was angry but I produced a joint and with some reluctance on her part, we puffed away. Soon a very peaceable feeling pervaded her dorm room and I relaxed to the point that I stared admiringly at her body. Carla was medium height and attractive in an ethnic way with dark olive skin, black hair and large boobs. Her body type could best be described as average for the times. She was neither slender nor slim and certainly not fat. However, for as long as I could remember, I was highly attracted to lean, small breasted athletic looking women. It had been four long weeks since I had any kind of sex with my girl back home and I was horny as hell. With a roommate a scant foot or two away in the next bed, masturbation took a backseat as well. When Carla got high, she mellowed out and became very playful. She would shamelessly flirt with guys but most of it was of the innocent variety. However, today was different. Her gaze was intense and her eyes looked like two hot burning coals. Carla was stretched out on her bed while I was seated on the floor with my back against her roommate's bed. Since we became good friends in high school, a mild sexual tension existed between us. I had always felt that it existed more on her part than on mine. But tonight she was catching me at the right time. We kept looking at each other without saying a word and somewhere in the back of my mind I knew what was going to happen, what Carla wanted to happen. I got and up and sat on the side of her bed, gazing down at her affectionately. She was lying on her back with her arms behind her head and those big boobs of hers pointing skyward. Suddenly, Carla held her arms out to me and it was that simple. We were kissing and necking like overheated lovers and my boner strained against the front of my jeans. As was her nature Carla took charge. In a panting voice she told me to lift her top and take off her bra. Now, the removal of a woman's bra in that era always seemed to be a problem for me. Carla raised her upper body enough so that I could reach around but the metal eye hooks refused to cooperate. After several exasperating moments, I felt it release. Halleluiah, because I was already enveloped in flop sweat; the kind of perspiration that signals failure to perform in some sexual way, even in something as mundane as taking a girls brassiere off. For their size, her breasts were firm and I found her silver dollar nipples very appealing. I started sucking. "No baby, lick them first," she instructed. With long up and down tongue strokes, I contentedly lapped her tits until she was moaning and groaning. Unable to control myself any longer, I suckled the pebble like protuberance in the center. As I toiled away on her nipples, Carla's hand was carefully massaging and squeezing my rigid cock through my jeans. However, I'd sat through enough of her lectures on sex and the new woman to know that her satisfaction came first. I had limited experience eating a girl, especially in the proper manner but I was moving south between her thighs with that one act on my mind. As I took my time removing her denims, Carla was squirming with anticipation. A full black bush greeted my eager face and more than a few of the wiry hairs found their way into my mouth. Carla picked up on my hesitancy and with patience she told me what to do. Although I scarcely realized it at time, she was imparting knowledge that would prove to be invaluable in my sex life for years to come. There were many times when I preferred performing cunnilingus over intercourse. From then on, Carla and I started dating. However she was far more eager to have a relationship than I was and Craig was the first to notice. "Yo Rick, what gives? I thought you liked Sharon." Shit, I was crazy about Sharon but she appeared to be in love with Ted and as an old adage suggests, "Don't look a sexual gift horse in the mouth". In the beginning, I was sheepish about it but I soon learned that Carla liked sex, lots and lots of sex. Her roommate had dropped out after fall semester and she had the dorm room to herself. Except for that one week per month, the girl was a wild woman. My first full term at State U was extraordinary and while I secretly pined for Sharon, I enjoyed every aspect of college life. Catholic Girls Start Much Too Late: When I left for break, I was depressed. Carla was off to Israel to work and vacation with her Uncle's family in Tel Aviv. I wouldn't see her until a week before fall term started. The only bright spot was the fact that Craig and I had secured employment at the seashore for the summer. Luckily, we found a small apartment for rent that fit our budget. Roberta or Bobbi, my girlfriend at home was waiting for me when I pulled into the driveway. I wrote to her at least once a week but never told her anything concerning my affair with Carla. I didn't have the heart because she was a genuinely nice person. Bobbi and I had met in high school. She was a very smart junior with aspirations of a medical career. I borrowed my dad's station wagon and we drove to Gerhinger's Park along the river. Bobbi was graduating high school in less than a month and was spending the summer at the seashore working at Pete's Beach Grille with her cousin Nina. I had long anticipated this as an opportunity for Bobbi to open up sexually. However, after a semester at college under Carla's tutelage, it all seemed so childish. Strangely, all we did that first night was make out and fondle body parts with our clothes on. Bobbi seemed to be disinterested or distracted and immediately I suspected that I wasn't the only person who was unfaithful. At her post graduation/18th birthday party, Bobbi was preoccupied, talking to a handsome athletic looking guy and I knew right away that he was the one. At the seashore I kept a low profile and wondered when she was going to break up with me. Suddenly, my summer looked grim. "Forget about it!" Craig told me. He saw it as a golden opportunity for me to score with different chicks. "Dude, we got plenty a weed, pretty good shit too. Some strange poon will do you a world of good." One morning during the first week I ran into Bobbi walking to work and she invited me over that evening to spend some time with her. She was staying with her aunt only two blocks from the beach. As we strolled on the shoreline, Bobbi informed me that her cousin Nina was arriving the next day. "She's a real sweetheart, you'll like her. She graduated from Cardinal Dougherty High School last year." "Cool." Why she seemed so eager for me to meet her cousin was a mystery to me. "Oh yeah, I...ah...wanted to tell you that...you see, Rick..." she stammered. "You don't have to explain, you like somebody else." Bobbi stared at me with a stunned expression. My reaction surprised me, I wasn't angry just a little annoyed. I'd lost interest in her while I was away at school and considering her saintly attitude toward sex, it was undoubtedly for the best. I pulled a fat doobie from my shirt pocket. "For old times sake?" I asked. "Yeah, cool." My brother Steve had given me some very potent pot for the trip and after only a couple of hits, we were stoned! By the time we found our way back to her aunt's house, we were giggling. Everyone had gone to the boardwalk and as we sat in living room reminiscing about old times, Bobbi's face became serious "Thanks for understanding," she said, and hugged me tenderly. The pot had made me horny as a jack rabbit on a date and surprisingly, Bobbi's hand was on the front of my jeans. I guess it made her horny too because she had that "look" in her eyes. We ran up to her bedroom and collapsed on her bed. As we kissed, she humped my thigh and I was determined to show her my new skill. When I started pulling her shorts off, Bobbi mildly protested but she didn't stop me either. We had never indulged in oral sex because her adherence to her Catholic faith prevented it. But, as Bob Dylan said, "the times they are a changing". When I buried my face in her silky muff, Bobbi sighed and held my head, pulling me closer. I used every technique that Carla had taught me and feasted on my ex-girlfriend until she bellowed and shrieked with orgasmic fury. As Bobbi settled down with a starry-eyed look, she fumbled with my jeans buckle. I was grateful that she would jack me off, a common exercise when we "parked". Only her head was descending along with my denims. I watched in awe as she licked the solid shaft and head. Little by little, she drew my entire cock into her mouth and sucked the head with every upstroke. There was no way this was her first BJ. She must have been blowing Brock since I left for college last winter; so much for her parochial upbringing. I realized it was a matter of the right dude or in this case the right pot for her to abandon her strict beliefs. Steadily, Bobbi worked up and down until the jism seethed maddeningly in my nuts. When she cupped my balls and took the entire length in one smooth movement, I popped like a cork. Overall it was a very satisfying end to our relationship. Summer Love with a Twist: The next day, Bobbi showed up at Willy's Arcade, my place of employment, with Nina. She looked like Bobbi with long brunette hair, medium size boobs and a pretty, ethnic looking face. She wore her Italian heritage proudly as fine, downy hairs covered her arms. I could only guess what her crotch looked like but suffice to say I later learned that it was bushy. I was feeling a little blue after my breakup with Bobbi but Nina did her best to help me forget. When Bobbi became preoccupied with Brock, Nina and I hung out a lot together. If it was intentional or not on her part, I can't be sure but we got on like old friends and there was a distinct connection between us. I think she liked me as much as I liked her. Nina was a heck of a lot of fun to be with. At the beach, she was usually clad in a flower print bikini that barely covered her assets. It was daring by the standards of the day but it looked great on her and every guy nearby had his tongue hanging out. My God, I thought on many occasions, she looked so fucking sexy. Shit, with Carla in Israel and Bobbi blowing Brock, I was up for a summer romance. We romped in the surf and built drizzle castles at the water's edge. Long walks to the pier were capped off with a toke or two on a joint. Under the influence, I would try my best not to leer at Nina's sumptuous body but she didn't seem to mind at all. While it worried me that Nina might think our new friendship was more like that of siblings, I found out via Bobbi that she had broken up with her boyfriend during spring break and was on the prowl. One sultry afternoon, right before the July Fourth holiday, we were having a siesta on the beach, just the two of us. I was dying to kiss her but was waiting for the right moment. We were both pleasantly high when dark threatening clouds started rolling in and we walked under the pier to avoid the deluge. Nina leaned against a piling and with the sound of the waves, rain and seagulls filling the air we kissed for the first time. When I pulled back to assess the situation, the look in her eyes told me to keep going. We made out passionately as only two horny teens could, while around us the angry clouds emptied their contents. On the way back to the blanket, we held hands and by that evening it was official: we were an item. Nina's approach to sex was much more open than Bobbi's. Most girls who attended Catholic school leaned toward the conservative "I'm saving it for marriage" approach to sex. However, a year away at college had worked wonders for Nina. She was into oral sex and saw it as a means to forego intercourse and its dire implications, namely pregnancy. Oral contraception was in its infancy and rubbers or condoms were a cumbersome affair. The thickness of the ill-fitting latex was a definite liability. The Long and Winding Road Ch. 01 For the remainder of the summer, Nina spent many a night in my bedroom as we indulged our sexual appetite. Whenever I went down on her, I said a silent thank you to Carla for her invaluable instruction. Nina loved cunnilingus. "Jesus Christ, Rick! Where did you learn to eat pussy?" she gasped as I licked her hairy box. Truth was I enjoyed giving head as much, if not more, than receiving. But to my surprise, Nina was a gifted giver. She could deep throat my cock and the savage assault of her tongue on the sensitive underside had me spewing my seed into her mouth. With a certain amount of pride, she would smile and gulp my load down her throat. Watching her with little streaks of sperm at the corners of her mouth, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. In record time I forgot all about Bobbi but in the quiet hours of the morning or when I was alone late at night, I thought about Sharon. I still desperately wanted to go out with her and prayed she hadn't transferred to another college. Nina was my summer love and while we were very fond of each other, inside I knew that once we went our separate ways back to college our romance would end. In the meantime, I enjoyed the time I spent with her to the hilt. Except for the hours at work, I saw little of Craig. His quest to find and screw as many girls as possible ended when he met a delectable little filly named Lisa. She was sharing a house with three other girls and Craig moved in with her. The apartment was mine, at least temporarily. In early august, Nina asked if a friend of hers from high school could stay in my apartment until it was time to pack up and go home. Her aunt was short on space and with Nina making cow eyes at me it was virtually impossible to say no. Erin was a tall cute blonde with a nice disposition. She was also working at Pete's Beach Grille. I stopped every morning Nina was on duty to have breakfast and gaze longingly at her very fine ass when she walked away from me. Her tan had deepened to a café au lait type luster and in her light color bikini, she looked spectacular. Whenever Nina and I had any free time, Erin tagged along. At first it was annoying but she was very friendly and I liked having her with us. She had a nice rapport with Nina and it relieved me of having to always hold up my end in a conversation. I was glad to take a backseat. But gradually after a week, I noticed that Erin ignored me. She was totally into Nina, what she wore and what she said. She not only complimented Nina on her choice of outfits but on several occasions I overheard her tell Nina that she had a beautiful body, tan etc. I thought it was odd but chalked it up as a "girl thing". But, somewhere in the back of my mind it didn't seem right. When Nina slept over with me, I had the sneaking suspicion Erin was listening through the walls. Several times at the beach I caught Erin ogling Nina's form, much like a guy would. I was unnerved and one night when Erin was working, I broached the subject with Nina. "How long have you known Erin?" I asked. "Hmm...since junior high...maybe longer." "Does she have a boyfriend?" "I don't think so. Why all the questions?" "It's just that...I...ah...she seems to be...infatuated with you, that's all," I answered honestly. Nina blushed and right away I knew I was on to something. "I have my suspicions about her," she answered, averting her eyes. "What suspicions?" "Do I hafta spell it out for ya?" she asked, sheepishly. Then, in big bold clear letters, the word ran across my mind like a billboard. "Oh...she's a..." Nina interrupted me before I finished my thought, "...rug muncher, at least that's the term Bobbi likes to use." "Yeah and I think she wants to..." Again she interrupted me. "I know...munch my rug!" she declared. The effect on me was immediate. The thought of Erin eating Nina's luscious pussy turned me on like never before; my erection was instantaneous. Nina's self-conscious demeanor slowly ebbed and a wicked grin came over her face. "It might be fun to drive her crazy," she said mischievously. "How?" I croaked. "Tomorrow morning I'll come downstairs wearing only my bikini briefs. I'll act like its nothin' unusual, you know, nonchalant. She'll probably pass out when she sees my tits," she chuckled. While I was all for Nina's topless display, I had a sneaking suspicion she was more than curious about Erin's reaction. The next morning would prove to be memorable and unforgettable. The images haven't diminished one iota in my memory and I'm sure I'll carry them to my grave. Nina quickly showered the next morning and was putting on some perfume when I went into the kitchen and found Erin sipping a mug of coffee. She looked sleepy-eyed because she'd worked a late shift but when Nina made an entrance clad in only a pair of panties her eyes grew as wide as saucers. Instead of acting nonchalant, Nina started strutting her stuff around the kitchen. Her tan was deep and flawless, breasts round taut and capped with long nipples. She looked hot, seriously hot. She started doing cheerleading type songs and body movements that had a certain appendage of mine growing rapidly. Nina jumped up on the table, gyrating her body and hips like a go-go bar dancer. At the end of her imaginary song, she plopped down in front of Erin with her legs dangling over the end of the table and on either side of Erin's arms. She was that close. Erin had the presence of mind to move her coffee mug, or hot java would have gone flying everywhere. Erin sat motionless and stared at Nina with a hungry look. Nina's breasts were a scant couple of inches from Erin's face and she couldn't help but run her hands over the sexy jugs, causing a sigh to escape from Nina's lips. Gently Erin squeezed and fondled her breasts, occasionally stopping to tweak and roll a nipple. Nina had a dreamy look on her face and I knew where this was going to lead. Erin suckled the hardened nipples with demonic glee. The look of wanton lust on her face is indelibly imprinted on my brain. Nina was holding Erin's head and moaning and groaning like crazy. By now my shorts were down around my ankles and I was wanking my Johnson with rapid strokes. My eyes were glued to the depraved scene before me and my heart was beating furiously. Erin sucked Nina's titties for a long time and I spurted like a fountain before she stopped. The best was yet to come. Nina was panting in short bursts when Erin finally let a swollen nipple slip from her mouth. Nina leaned back on her elbows and opened her thighs causing her panty covered mound to thrust upward. Erin wasted no time getting acquainted and mouthed the fleshy prominence until Nina moaned loudly. When Nina raised her butt, Erin hooked her fingers in the waistband and slowly pulled the undies down and off. Seeing a girl, an attractive girl, lick my girlfriends' pussy gave me another rock hard erection. Erin moaned lustily as her tongue dug into the folds of Nina's hairy pussy. Nina, with head back and eyes closed, had a half smile of approval on her face. She wanted this to happen, I kept thinking and another orgasm was boiling uncontrollably in my nuts. Nina gawked at Erin with a triumphant look on her face. "Eat me...suck my pussy!" she commanded breathlessly. Soon, intense sounds of slurping and sucking resonated in the room. "Ooh yeah...lick me there...umm...oh...oh..." Another, even more intense, orgasm erupted from my throbbing rod. But Nina's entire focus was concentrated on the blonde head working furiously on her slice. "Oh God...Oh God...Oh God...Fuck!" Nina wailed. It was the first time I heard Nina use profanity and gaped with awe when she mashed her heaving box on Erin's face, panting and wheezing in huge breaths. "Oh fuck...I'm coming!" she screamed. Erin's mouth completely covered Nina's bucking pussy and gripped her ass tightly. Nina was lost in the throes of intense sensation as her head whipped back and forth on her shoulders. "Oh...oh...oh...oh..." she bellowed repeatedly. After two earth shattering orgasms, I was spent. I quietly left the kitchen and went for a walk on the beach, my heart thudding heavily. With the surf pounding the rows of pylons under the pier, I sat on the damp sand and tried to comprehend and make sense out of what I had just witnessed. I felt like a goddamned degenerate and the boner in my swim trunks was a reminder of just how much I enjoyed watching Nina and Erin. The problem was, I had no point of reference for my feelings. Playboy and Penthouse were full of images of pretty, naked women but never with each other. It would be a year or two before Penthouse included sexy lesbian pictorials in their monthly issue. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a smiling Nina leisurely walking up the beach towards me. She sat next to me and put her arm around my waist and leaned her head against my shoulder. For a long time, in total silence, we stayed that way. I doubt that either of us could have effectively articulated our feelings and we walked hand in hand back to my apartment. We were both late for work. Erin had already left for her shift at the Grille and I watched Nina change into her flimsy waitress outfit. When she stood clothed only in her panties, I saw Erin's head buried between her thighs. Nina caught me staring and grinned. What bothered me was the fact that Nina appeared to be so calm. Was it a defense mechanism, I asked myself. Later that night, we had an intense, sweaty sixty-nine in my bed. But I couldn't shake the feeling that somehow I didn't measure up to Erin in the oral sex department. Men are performance driven beasts. I was a normal nineteen year old, horny as hell with sexual thoughts dominating my day. My curiosity was on full red alert. I had to know! "Was it good for you?" I tentatively asked. Nina immediately sensed the meaning in my question and gazed at me with an affectionate look. "I guess we should talk about this..." she said, her voice trailing off. My heart was beating so fast I was sure a heart attack was imminent. "Rick, you're terrific...really...it's different with Erin. A girl just knows how to make another girl feel good." Nina held me tenderly and I voiced my thoughts that even I found shocking. "It turned me on...I felt like my body was on fire. I hope you're not mad but I'd love to see something like that again," I said, feeling the embarrassment wash over me. I couldn't look her in the eyes. "Ya don't say. You bullshittin' me Rick?" The look on my face convinced Nina that I was dead serious. As we held each other, I had doubts about a repeat performance. To me, she seemed reluctant but I couldn't shake the feeling that she was playing me somehow and Erin was in on her little game. "I think it can be arranged," she stated with a diabolical grin. Early the following Monday, I was standing in the kitchen drinking my first cup of coffee of the day, when Nina sauntered in naked. I looked to see Erin's reaction and she appeared to be genuinely surprised. Nina complained about the heat and I had to agree, as the slight ocean breeze was doing little to cool the stifling air. Erin's gaze was riveted to Nina's sexy body sheathed in a very light sheen of perspiration. Nina's started doing ballet stretching exercises in front of Erin. Both of us watched her little show with mouths agape. My shorts tented in no time and my palms felt sweaty with anticipation. The hungry look on Erin's face was almost comical. It was abundantly clear what she wanted and it was only a foot or two away. "Are you ok Erin? You looked flushed." Nina was obviously enjoying the attention. Erin nodded and looked entranced. "Hungry?" Nina asked. Again Erin nodded her head. "You want to eat my pussy? Eat me for breakfast?" Erin dropped to her knees and grasped Nina's butt. Pulling the object of her desire closer, she ran her cheeks through the dark colored muff and nuzzled her mound. Nina broke away for a moment and hopped up on the end of the table. When Erin moved between her open thighs, she laid her toned legs over Erin's shoulders. I could see that her pussy had opened and the pinkness of the inner sanctum was visible. I'm not sure how to describe the look on Nina's face. Certainly triumphant and her domination of Erin was assuredly a turn on for her. In my head a silent dinner bell rang as Erin set to work feasting on Nina. In no time at all, I squeezed out a heart yammering, breathless cum. Nina's head was thrown back and moving from side to side. She was riding Erin's tongue like a rodeo star; bucking up and down in a long fluid motion. Sometimes fast and sometimes slow but Erin matched her movements with precision. "Oh God! Eat me! Drink my juices!" she bellowed at Erin. Nina's words pushed me over the edge and I shot a rope of sperm that landed on the linoleum floor. But the girls were oblivious to me, lost in their world of Sapphic lust. I was nearing my third orgasm when Nina shrieked. Her body undulated with a fury. "Suck my pussy, slut!" she yelled. Her words shocked me but also thrilled me and triggered another orgasm. Hastily, I cleaned up and left them to their carnal pleasure. I spent the afternoon at work in a kind of daze. When I went back to the apartment, Erin had left me a note informing me that she had moved out. It didn't say where she went but I believed she was with Nina's aunt. The following morning, I dropped by the Grille to see Nina but the morning manager informed me that she hadn't turned in. It wasn't until my final day of work at Willy's that a pretty and tan Nina showed up. She looked great and smiled coyly at me. I told the assistant manager I was taking a break and walked out the back door with Nina close behind. Nina looked uncomfortable and I'm sure that I had a similar appearance. She really didn't need to explain anything. We weren't going steady or anything remotely like that. In almost a whisper, Nina explained that she quit her job at the Grille and spent the rest of vacation soaking up the sun. Erin had indeed moved into her aunt's home. "I guess I wanted to see how far it would go with her but she became very possessive. I couldn't have a decent conversation with a guy or girl on the beach without her getting overly suspicious about their intentions. She left yesterday and good riddance!" she exclaimed. Nina moved closer for a hug and I took her in my arms. "I hope ya aren't mad Rick, I liked you, I really did." "Na, I'm not mad but it's been lonely the last week without ya." We held each other tight and when I looked into her brown eyes, I saw something there. She looked apologetic and in some way sorry for the abrupt end of our summer relationship. Nina turned and kissed my cheek. "My folks are picking me up tonight otherwise..." she said, and a look of desire passed over her face. I smiled broadly. "I'll never forget you Nina. Christ, I'll never forget the both of you," I said, referring to Erin. Nina smiled, catching on to the intent behind my words. Slowly we pulled apart, a kind of hesitancy preventing us from letting go entirely. But the back door opened and my boss glared at me. It was time to go back to work. I gazed longingly as Nina walked away and a sensation was growing in my groin as her ass swayed sexily. I sighed. I would have to wait four long years before I would witness the incredibly erotic sight of two women engaged in lovemaking. I saw Nina a handful of times over the next dozen years. We always greeted each other warmly and we chatted superficially about our lives. The last time I ran into her was at a mutual friend's second wedding. She was with her husband and had gained a lot of weight. Her four kids, the oldest not more than ten, were running around the reception hall like little hellions. To me, Nina looked barely recognizable. The incredibly sexy Italian-American girl that I knew that mythic summer was long gone. Totally preoccupied with trying to control her children, it was impossible to talk about old or new times. At home that night, I couldn't get the images of Nina and Erin out of my head and a stiffie rose that needed attention. When my wife came out of the bathroom, she spotted the rise in the bed spread and smiled. Sharon quickly took off her nightie and flew into bed. I feasted on her delicious pussy as the memories swirled in my head. A Return to Sanity and College: With part of the money he earned at the seashore, Craig bought a second hand Ford Galaxy Five Hundred. Always good with a dollar, he managed to find a decent vehicle under Blue Book value. On the long ride out to State U we talked about our summer but I never mentioned Nina's detour with Erin. I mistakenly assumed he would think I was some kind of freak. Gas pump lines because of the oil embargo were outrageously long in the autumn of 1973 and we made it to school on fumes. The next day I walked into the Student Lounge and saw the usual suspects playing Pinochle. Carla and Sharon were part of a foursome with two other girls. Ted was conspicuously absent. I pulled up a chair and watched them play but mostly I ogled Sharon. She was clad in a tight tank top, no bra and green hip hugger jeans. Along with a shimmering tan and long lustrous brown hair, she looked incredibly sexy. Afterward, I walked with Sharon and Carla to Hoagie Heaven. The Dining Hall was pathetic and a decent sandwich was preferred over the mystery meat that was served in the cafeteria. We talked amiably but Craig was right, Sharon had a quiet reserve and left most of the talking to Carla. True to form, Carla went on endlessly about her summer in Israel and her uncle's family. Surprisingly, Sharon did speak and I learned that she had broken up with Ted. I knew this was my golden opportunity and started formulating a plan in my head. Sharon yawned and bade Carla and I goodnight. Excitedly, I walked with Carla to her dorm room where we shared a few bong hits. "You fuckin' amaze me Rick." "Why do you say that?" "You're so goddamned obvious when it comes to Sharon. When are ya gonna ask her out?" she enquired. Jesus Christ did I ever feel sheepish. "I'm not sure...soon," I replied hesitantly. "Sounds like a darned good plan!" she mocked. Carla was feeling frisky and we wound up in a noisy sixty-nine. She let me concentrate on her pungent slice before she lazily licked my cock. But I was having a hard time concentrating on the task under my lips and Carla sensed this. We both came a moment or two apart but it wasn't very satisfying, at least for me. "Do you want me to help you with Sharon?" she asked, and my stunned reaction made her chuckle. "Look genius, with a little prodding from me, I think she just might..." "You'd do that for me?" I asked incredulously. "Yeah, I don't want ya to commit hari-kari or somethin' like that pinin' for her. I like ya too much," she replied. "Thanks," I said humbly. This was beyond the call of duty. "It's your ethnic look that's gonna be a problem," she stated. Carla was right. With my olive color skin, long hair and handle bar mustache, I could pass for Hispanic, Italian, Jewish and just about any swarthy ethnicity. "I think she goes for the blonde athletic types but...I could be wrong," I waited patiently for a week before Carla informed me of the situation. Apparently Sharon was interested in going out for at least one date and although it didn't sound promising, it was a start. "I told her you'd meet her in the library tomorrow around two. Ok?" "Shit Carla, thanks a lot!" I hugged her tightly. "Ok, ok, don't get all worked up about it." She gave me a look of exasperation but it slowly dissolved to one of melancholy. I realized that Carla had a lot more feeling for me than I had for her. She was acting like the ultimate friend, and that was what she surely was. The Long and Winding Road Ch. 01 At two o clock, I walked into the library and headed for the Education section. Seated at a long wooden table was a petite vision of beauty: Sharon. She barely looked up at me to acknowledge my presence. We remained silent for a few minutes as Sharon kept her face buried in a book. I understood that I would be the one doing most of the talking. "I was ah...hoping...maybe we could go out Saturday night?" I asked. "I can't...I'm busy," she answered without looking up at me. "Maybe...the next Saturday?" "Hmm...no, that's not good for me," she said evenly, her face never rising from the book. I took a minute to gather my thoughts and gazed at her downcast face. She looked far younger than her nineteen years. Christ, she could pass for a junior high student. Normally by now I'd have given up but Carla had assured me that Sharon would go out for at least one date. "Ok, how 'bout the next Saturday?" I was getting frustrated. "Uh...no, I can't. But I can on Friday." she answered. Fuck, I've been asking for the wrong day, I thought ironically. "Great! Say around seven? I'll pick you up in your dorm," As I walked toward the exit, Sharon's gaze never left the book she was reading. All I could think about was how much of a goddamn disaster the date was going to be if she remained so uncommunicative. I felt deeply depressed and walked hurriedly to Craig's room and the solace of a few tokes on a much needed joint. Dear Readers: Chapter two will follow shortly. Any and all feedback and comments are welcome. The Long and Winding Road Ch. 02 Be My Angel: After three long weeks, I stood in the lobby of Sharon's dorm waiting for her to appear. In a way, I was dreading the evening because I believed she didn't want to go out with me and was doing it at her friend Carla's behest. Sharon walked over to me and smiled. She looked stunning; her shimmering long, brown hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back. In the bright light I saw that it had a slight reddish tint. A brown turtleneck and tan hip huggers encased her slender petite body. I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. With her small and very firm chest, she didn't need one. As we briefly chatted about the evening, her brown eyes held mine. We walked to the Campus coffee house and Sharon spoke freely about her experience at college and our mutual friends. I had a hard time getting a word in and the normally reticent girl was talking with the ease of familiarity. What's gotten into her, I thought. The first musical act was an extraordinarily gifted performer by the name of Ellen McIlwaine. Her repertoire was mostly folk music and bluegrass but she was a crowd pleaser and we gave her a standing ovation. Afterward, we went to the Pizza House for a bite to eat. As we sat in the booth, Sharon's eyes never left mine. We talked and talked until the night manager politely asked us to leave as they were closing. At the entrance to her room I kissed her on the cheek and said goodnight. Completely stunned at the turn of events, I walked back to my dorm in a kind of daze. It was the most fun I had on a date without the use of alcohol or pot. What the fuck just happened, I kept asking myself. The way she acted the entire evening was incongruous to how she acted in mixed company. Generally, she would acknowledge my presence then ignore me and talk to Carla or one of her other girlfriends. Over the course of the next week Sharon dropped another bombshell: she asked me to be her Pinochle partner. Without thinking about the fallout, I agreed. With the image of Carla's furious face in my mind, I reproached myself. How could I be so stupid? But, there was no way that I would have refused Sharon. When I told Carla, the look of resignation on her face was heartbreaking. I had matured into a skilled card player but there was something else in her demeanor. Our on again off again relationship was off once more. I tried to appease her and lit a joint as a peace offering but she remained subdued and very quiet. In the Student Lounge after we played our first game as partners, I asked Sharon out again. She smiled and accepted. The smile alone was priceless. The second date went better than the first. After we caught a movie, we ate at The Pizza House. Sharon said she was starving and ordered Lasagna. During the course of the meal, as she was animatedly talking about her sisters back home, she inadvertently spit some food across the table at me. Unaware of what she had just done, Sharon prattled on and I simply brushed the debris off my shirt. I knew right then and there that I was destined to fall in love with her. One reason was that, despite her pint size stature, she had a healthy appetite and loved to eat. Another, this very pretty girl was totally unaffected with herself. For sure, I was smitten. However, I also understood that I was fighting an uphill battle. Sharon was dating a guy, who looked a lot like her former boyfriend Ted. With blonde hair and a very athletic physique, he was every inch the college jock. Without her saying, I knew she was keeping Saturday nights open for him. Our third date found Sharon and me at the Coffee House. Jamie Brockett, a very talented folk singer was the main act. Afterward, we walked in the Oak Grove Commons and despite the chill air, sat and talked about our hopes and desires for the future. Another meal at The Pizza House rounded out the evening. The evening was legendary in the brief annals of my dating career, full of good conversation, food and laughter. I found it difficult saying goodnight but surprisingly, Sharon invited me to her room. When she shut the door I took her in my arms and kissed her with gentle passion. The simple act of kissing a girl took on a whole new dimension for me. The incredible sensation of our lips together, tongues entwined in a sensuous dance was overwhelming. On Sharon's bed, we held each other, her petite body on top of mine. I could have held her all night but her hands were all over me and mine were doing likewise. I thought back to our first date and how it turned out to be completely different than what I expected. And here I was on Sharon's bed, kissing her and groping her body. Breathing heavily, I pulled her sweater up and off. "I have such little boobs," she stated. The coyness of her voice and demeanor were intoxicating. "You have beautiful breasts," I soothed, gazing at the toned, muscular appearance of her upper body. They weren't even a handful but the pink nipples... a puffy base topped with long nipple ducts the diameter of a thin cigar. Sharon raised her upper body and I palmed her tits until they hardened into tight crinkled cylinders. She was panting and rubbing her sex on my thigh as I held her upper body with ease and sucked her lovely nips. I remembered my best friend Craig telling me that girls with small tits had ultra sensitive nipples. While I had always assumed he was full of bullshit, Sharon with eyes closed and head moving from side to side, loudly moaned her approval. She had moved her lower body until she was grinding her crotch over my denim covered throbbing hard on. "Oh God...I think I'm gonna cum," she announced breathlessly. As I increased the pressure from my lips and rasped the end of her nipple which was buried in my mouth, she humped my stony rod wildly. "Oh my God...I'm cumming...I'm cumming..." she blurted out in the darkened room. And so did I. Sharon rested her head on my chest and held me tight. When she stopped panting, she kissed my face passionately. "Can I touch you?" she asked coyly, and I understood her intent. My underwear was a moist sticky mess and becoming very uncomfortable. "I...ah...when you...I did too," I said shyly. "You did? Really?" The look of astonishment on her face was precious but gradually it was replaced by an expression of pride. She giggled a couple of times and it just made her seem more endearing. With Sharon on top of me and enveloped in my embrace, we both fell asleep. But after a short while I awoke, urgently needing to relieve my bladder and get rid of the gooey crud in my tightie whities. Gently, I woke her. "Sharon, I should go, my jeans..." "Ok..." she said with dreamy eyes and pulled my lips to hers for more kisses before I left. I walked home in a state of bliss having experienced something unique. As I lay in bed, my thoughts of Sharon went from the ridiculous to the sublime. Of all the feelings that flooded my psyche, one refused to go away; I'm gonna marry that girl someday, I resolved and drifted off to sleep. Very quickly it became apparent to those around us that Sharon and I were more than friends. Although, she was still seeing Stu, the college jock, she was hanging with me a lot of the time. Her expertise at Pinochle rivaled my own and we made a formidable team. Our weekly dates were fun and growing increasingly romantic. The evening usually ended with us on her bed in some state of undress. I had yet to perform cunnilingus but I was perfectly content to take my time and let our sexual discovery unfold naturally. Over Thanksgiving break, I called her every day and hers was the first face I saw when I returned that Sunday. For a budding relationship, everything was going along in fine form. **** It was late Friday afternoon of finals week and I was walking to Carla's apartment to drop off a study guide I had borrowed. She had moved out of her dorm room when she stumbled on a small one room efficiency apartment for rent across from campus. With the scarcity of student housing and growing enrolment, it was a real stroke of luck. Carla was on the third floor and accessible by a metal stairway that resembled a fire escape. She seldom locked her door and I quietly entered the tiny vestibule. Lying on her couch, reading a book, she smiled at me when I entered. "So B.M.O.C., how's it hangin'?" "Couldn't be better." "I'm actually happy for you," she stated wistfully. "If it hadn't been for you..." I started. "No more, I don't want to hear it. I shot myself in the foot settin' you up with Sharon." I gazed at Carla with confusion written all my face. "I thought somehow, someway it might have been me instead of...you know who." She looked sad and I genuinely felt sorry for her. After I placed the paper I was returning on her messy coffee table, I just stood in front of her like a deaf mute. This was very much like Carla to express her feelings in a forthright manner. "Was there ever a chance for me?" she asked. All I could do was shrug my shoulders with indifference because I honestly wasn't sure. I sat on the sofa and looked down at her as my heart ached with sympathy for my friend. Her tear filled gaze held me. "Ya never know Carla, maybe there is." "Nah, you'll wind up marryin' Sharon. Call it woman's intuition but I just..." Her tears moved me and I hugged her with all my strength. "Shit Rick, I could've even passed you off as Jewish with my parents'. Hell, ya look like a damn Rabbi with the facial hair and nose and..." "Ok, Ok, I get it!" I said with exasperation. "Sorry Rick but I was hopin' it wouldn't work out with her," Carla was clearly crestfallen and I was clueless as to how I could smooth this over with her. A light bulb went off in my head and I pulled out a joint of some very strong Columbian that my brother had sent me. It wasn't a perfect solution but it might just mellow her out. I fed Carla the joint, holding it steady between her thick red lips as she took long drags. I was going to warn her about the potency but figured she was better off stoned out of her gourd. We finished about half the doobie and I had the sensation that I was floating, a humming type buzz whirling around inside my head. I was still seated next to Carla when I sensed her hand on my thigh. With her gaze fixed between my legs, my limp bizquit was rising to the occasion. The first time Carla laid eyes on my trouser trout, she marveled at the fact that I was circumcised. A Jewish tradition from Biblical times, it was standard medical practice to circumcise infant boys born in the 1950's. The AMA or some such organization deemed that the removal of the foreskin was healthier for the male. Carla made me sit on the edge of the sofa and was on her knees in front of me hastily removing my dungarees. With her hand holding the base, I watched in awe as she licked the length of my rod and quivering nuts. Switching her focus to the head, she lightly sucked my helmeted soldier. "Oh God," I groaned as she slowly engulfed more and more of the shaft. Her tongue felt marvelous as it lathed the underside in a tender caress. Up and down, her mouth moved more rapidly taking in almost the entire length, sucking the head and tonguing the sensitive exposed nerve line. I started moving my hips, greeting each downward thrust with an upward movement. Carla moaned loudly and her actions became more urgent. I gawked at Carla, as the sperm crackled and sizzled in my balls, a release was imminent. Sensing my closeness, she eased up and teased my pulsating pud with little butterfly licks. The effects of the pot increased the exquisite sensation a hundredfold. Carla paused for a moment and gazed lustfully at my throbbing penis, glistening with her spittle. Her mouth was open and a little string of drool fell onto the head. Pre-cum surged from the tip and she would suck the excess as it pooled around the tiny hole in the center. My need was urgent now. I wanted to ejaculate in the worst way. "Suck it! Suck it hard!" I implored. Carla's head resembled a piston as her lips flew up and down my cock feverishly, going balls deep each time. The sensation was incredible and I tried holding out as long as possible. Like an oil well ready to gush, my nuts tightened up like a vise before they released a titanic squirt of jism. I arched my back with each release until the intensity lessened. Carla gulped my spunk as it spurted in her mouth. My orgasm lasted a long time. By the time the last little pulse subsided, I felt enormously drained and dizzy. Carla lay back on the sofa with a satisfied look on her face. Still stunned by what had just happened, I realized that she had allowed me to get my rocks off first. With a sly grin on my face, I pulled her jeans down her legs and returned the favor. I guess I should have felt some remorse over my fling with Carla but Sharon was still dating Stu and probably having sex with him. Winter break put a temporary halt to our dating but like any young man in the early stages of love, I called her every day. A loose bond had built up between us and I was sure that Sharon was experiencing similar feelings. Although she lived only an hour away, without reliable transportation, I had little chance of seeing her. My folks had one automobile and were not about to trust a frisky teenager with their station wagon. **** The day I returned from vacation, I went straight to Sharon's room to see her. Her door was slightly ajar and I heard her talking on the telephone to someone. I stood about a foot away, listening to her conversation. "...nah, I didn't but Stu came by a couple of times..." There was a pause. "Well, yeah he's kinda dreamy and his body...God...it makes me hot..." In my head, my entire world came crashing down. "...I guess but Stu's like every girls dream guy..." As quickly as possible, I turned and fled down the hallway. In spite of the cold, I walked into town until I found Jem's tavern, a favorite with the locals and one of the few places that didn't card for underage drinking. I ordered a shot of Canadian Club whiskey and a beer (boilermaker) and told the bartender to keep them coming. In those pre-cell phone days it wasn't easy tracking somebody down. But, as luck would have it, Craig walked into the bar when I was half in the bag. He was totally surprised to find me there and his face showed it. "What's up man?" he asked. I just looked at him with a miserable expression. "Is it that fucking bad?" I nodded my head and finished the boilermaker in front of me. Thanks to Craig, I made it safely back to my room. The following day I walked into the Student Lounge with a hangover. When Sharon saw me she smiled but gave me a questioning look. I'm positive she was wondering why I hadn't stopped to see her. To make matters worse, when Josie, an acquaintance asked me to be her partner for a few games of Pinochle, I accepted. Sharon was clearly hurt by my insensitivity and left the lounge. Suddenly, I felt like a real shit and asked Josie if I could be her partner some other time. I caught up with Sharon near her dorm room. "Hey Sharon, wait up!" When Sharon turned her eyes were brimming with tears. "Look...I'm sorry...I..." "Why didn't you come and see me when you got back yesterday. I wanted to see you." The hurt in her voice was unmistakable. "I'm sorry...it's...I got distracted with Craig and we went into town..." "Didn't you miss me? I missed you," she said soulfully. "I'm sorry...yes, of course I missed you." Sharon's sad expression cut me to the core and when she looked up at me, a tiny stream of tears ran from each eye. Taking her by the arm we walked to her room. Inside, I took her in my arms and held her tight. After what seemed like an eternity, I gazed at Sharon with an extreme expression of apology. "Please forgive me...it won't happen again...I...like you, I really like you," I pleaded. Sharon looked at me with a half smile that seemed to say "I believe you." I leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Her expression was coy and wanting. I took her coat off and picked her up. Sharon wrapped her legs around my middle and arms around my neck. She drove her tongue into my happy mouth and like magic, we were lovers again. Unable to hold her up any longer, I laid her on the bed. Sharon had a passionate soul and was tugging at my blue jeans snap. It gave way and her delicate hand was groping my boner. "Hmm...you are happy to see me," she crowed. When I tried to take her top off she stopped me. "Can I touch you Rick? I want to." Swiftly Sharon removed my jeans; my cock was stiff and already oozing pre-cum. She laid her head on my chest and lightly ran her fingers up and down my shaft. Slowly, she pumped the turgid flesh eliciting groans from me. Sharon's hand worked steadily and the pressure started rising in my balls. Clear fluid was dripping down the sides of my cock making it harder for her to stroke smoothly and she moved her face to within an inch of my rod. She held the base of my shaft and licked the head with a wanton expression on her face. "I wanted to do this yesterday," she moaned. The entire head was in Sharon's mouth and she was lightly sucking, running her silky tongue along the underside. I was thrilled beyond words as she made little noises of pleasure. Slowly, her head bobbed up and down and while she never got more than three quarters of the length in her mouth, the sensation was exquisite. My balls were a bubbling cauldron of sperm as Sharon's lips gripped my penis in a sucking-sliding motion that was driving me wild. Her mouth sucked on the way up until the tip of her tongue poked at the tiny opening in the top. Briefly, she would suck then slide down until the head felt lodged in her throat. "Oh God, Sharon, you're gonna make me cum." "Umm," she moaned and quickened her pace. Watching Sharon suck my rod was too much. "I'm cumming!" I yelped. Sharon grasped the base of my shaft as my nuts heaved the first of many spurts into her mouth. After she swallowed my load with a devilish grin, she slowly pumped my slimy cock, coated with her saliva and my sperm eliciting a few left over groans from me. "Jesus, Sharon! That was great!" "Umm, I'm glad." She rested her head on my chest with a contented smile. Sharon was humping my thigh, trying to get off but I was determined to give her a licking. I rolled until we were on our sides. Grasping her jeans, I popped the snap and slowly slid the denims down. She was wearing white cotton briefs with a circular wet stain between her thighs. The sight of her hard, toned legs thrilled me. My head descended until it was eye level with her crotch. When I looked up, Sharon had an expression of trepidation on her pretty face. For a moment I thought she was going to stop me but closed her eyes and opened her legs wide. I nuzzled her mound and my tongue grazed the wet spot. Sharon was pushing the prominence against my mouth; she was ready. I skinned her undies and the sight of her brown untrimmed muff as it perfectly framed her pussy created a firestorm of desire inside me. I lightly kissed up the sides of her thighs as the pungent aroma of her wet slit drifted into my nose. The tantalizing pink lips were slightly open, the interior moist and inviting. Sharon was squirming with anticipation and when I ran my flattened tongue up the center, she audibly moaned. With intense desire, I licked her crease until it bubbled and frothed with her tart juices. As my tongue slithered and snaked through her sopping folds, I drew her heady secretions into my mouth and swallowed. Sharon was bucking her hips when I grasped her hard butt and literally devoured her. I ate her with a consuming lust and her pussy rewarded me with copious amounts of her delicious fluids. The Long and Winding Road Ch. 02 In my head I heard Carla's voice remind me to concentrate my efforts on the little nub at the top of her slit. With rapid but delicate licks, I swabbed Sharon's clit and she went into outer space. "Oh God...oh...oh...ooh...umm...oh..." I worked feverishly as she thrashed about on the bed. Suddenly, I felt her body tense. "Ooh...oh...oh...I'm cumming..." she panted in great heaving breaths. Watching Sharon cum was something I have never forgotten. Her body undulated and stiffened with each passing contraction. Judging by the duration, it must have been many. When she finally calmed down, I held her with her head on my chest. Surely Sharon heard my heart, thudding wildly with feelings for her. She looked up at me with the shyest expression. "That was the first time...anyone's...done that...to me," Her sheepish admission was endearing. I hugged the petite hottie tightly. "Did you like it?" I had to ask but I already knew the answer. "Oh...it was...umm...the best!" Sharon hugged me and a sweet smile graced her pretty face. As I held her hard little body, she drifted off to sleep. This occurrence after lovemaking fascinated me for years because I was under the impression that it was the male of the species who usually went to sleep après sex. **** In spite of everything that transpired that splendid afternoon in Sharon's room, the telephone conversation that I overheard haunted me. There was only one person that I trusted and could confide in. On a snowy, blustery day, I trudged through several inches of new fallen snow to her apartment. Carla was seated in an old wing chair reading "The Lover" by Marguerite Duras, in French no less. "You sure know how to impress a guy," I stated. Carla gazed at me with a raised eyebrow of disdain. "It would serve you well my little Neanderthal to read it, it's very erotic." I was only in my second semester of French II and could barely read the language at all. Carla promised to give me the volume of short stories by Duras and I still have it on my bookshelf. "So, what brings you out on a day like this? Must be important," she stated like some wizened vizier. Slowly and succinctly, I recounted what I heard outside Sharon's room. Carla was studying me with an amused expression. "Did it ever occur to you that you could be taking the entire conversation out of context?" she asked. "No...I guess I never thought of that," I answered sheepishly. "Men! Anyway, I shouldn't be telling you this but the first day back from vacation I sat with Sharon in the Student Lounge. And, who does she talk about non-stop? Stu?" "Yeah, I guess..." I answered. "WRONG! You putz!" "Me? Get the fuck outta town!" I said incredulously. Carla got up from her chair and when she walked over to me, slapped me upside the head, not too hard but hard enough. "OW! Why'd ya do that?" I complained. "Since when did you turn into a mental midget? Sharon's falling for you, you idiot!" Carla's scornful expression appeared to be very real. "Without a doubt Sharon finds Stu hot, most girls think he's hot including me. Shit, he makes me wet. But, would I go out with him? Yeah, maybe for the sex but that's all. Haven't ya noticed, he's an egotistical jock and I'll bet he stinks in the sack. I can guarantee you he'll want his cock sucked but will he return the favor? I think not!" Her tone was emphatic. Immediately, I thought about Sharon's admission that I was the first person to perform oral sex on her. "The next time you want my advice make sure it's for a real problem. This was way too easy." "Thanks Carla," I stated humbly. "You're welcome!" Her self satisfied demeanor annoyed me. The snow was falling heavily outside and twilight was invading the sky. "Up for a walk?" I asked. As we trudged through the powdery chill, Carla and I reminisced about high school. I lit a joint and we both took a couple of puffs, just enough to mellow out. Carla took my arm. "Mrs. Baker had it in for you. She made senior English class a living hell. The bitch had a knack for calling on you when you didn't know the answer," she said. "Jesus...I hated that woman...Keats, Dryden, Shelly...they all seemed like literary blowhards..." "Yeah...but she made you learn. A tough teacher can make the difference..." she paused. I was gazing at Carla with an expression of complete skepticism. "What the fuck am I saying? Mrs. Baker was a goddamned bitch! It must be the pot that's making me feel sympathetic toward the old bag." "Do you remember Wendy, the girl I took to the prom?" I asked, changing the subject. "You mean Wendy, The Ice Princess?" I sighed heavily recalling the mistake I made. "Yeah, pretty girl but frigid as a glacier." "Why in the hell did you ask her in the first place?" she asked. "I know...I know...I went for looks. Ok? Is that a crime?" I returned angrily. "Why are ya gettin' mad? You're the one that brought it up." "I guess because...I should have asked...you." "I was waiting." "I know you wanted me to ask you...and I'm sorry I didn't." I felt sheepish bringing the matter up at such a late date but... Carla was gazing at me suspiciously. "Does this have anything to do with Sharon and..." "Yes Carla, it would have been us making out at Tyra's party instead of me trying to thaw out Miss Frigidaire." "Nice try lover," she said, and patted my snowy cheek. "What are you saying?" "You're implying that things between us might have worked out differently but...the moment you set eyes on Sharon, you were attracted...there was something about her. Am I correct in my assumption?" she asked. "Yeah." Why am I trying to set things right? I asked myself. We turned onto Oakland Avenue and Hoagie Heavens garish neon sign came into view. "Look Rick...it's for the best. You both make a nice couple and I'm sure you'll be very happy for years to come. Anyway, I have a funny feeling I'm not long for this world." "What on earth does that mean?" I asked. My frustration was obvious. "Nothin...just women's intuition," she stated. Her even tone was an indicator that the topic was closed for discussion. We walked into Hoagie Heaven and except for a bored looking counter clerk, the place was deserted. After we ordered, we played pinball on The Golden Arrow machine, one of my favorites. Carla was a skilled player, as good as any guy, probably better. She kicked my ass on all but a couple of games. We laughed and joked with the carefree air of youth. The world of tomorrow seemed to stretch out beyond infinity; our serious discussion in the snow was all but forgotten. I stared at the sign that hung above the counter: "Tasty Sandwiches Sent From Above" Why I would remember that some thirty years later, I just don't know. Maybe because of all the fond memories that are associated with that tacky eatery. I can picture Carla's standing in front of the pinball machine. Her shoulder length curly black hair bouncing to the rhythm of play, the expression of joy when she hit a jackpot or won a free game, her excited voice telling me she was going to crush me and win every time. Moments frozen in time, moments frozen in my memory that refuse to go away and keep coming back to haunt me. **** The road to romance with Sharon resembled a smooth superhighway. Whenever I entered the lounge for a cut throat game of Pinochle, I'd look for her pretty face and she'd greet me with a dazzling smile. I enjoyed her company more than anyone else and I knew the feeling was mutual. With a few weeks left in spring term, I heard through the grapevine that Sharon had broken up with Stu. Although she never came right out and told me, she was suddenly free on Saturday nights, Stu's night. On the weekend before finals, we went to the Pizza House for a quick bite. I promised Sharon that I'd study with her. Both of us were in the same Bio I course and the teacher was tough as nails. As we sat waiting for our food, Sharon seemed preoccupied, lost in thought. I attributed it to finals nerves because in some cases the test score could account for half of the overall course grade. But she was rubbing her hands and looked overly anxious. When she barely ate any of her food, I knew something was amiss. "Sharon, is something wrong? You look upset." Sharon gazed at me with very sad eyes and tears pooled in the corners. "Rick...I ah...don't..." The Pizza House with its busy and noisy interior was no place for a private conversation. After I paid the bill, we walked briskly to her room. Once inside, Sharon started to bawl and I held her tightly against me. With her small body in my tender embrace, I gently rubbed her back hoping it might soothe her. Finally, she regained some self control and sat on her bed with the sorriest expression. "Ya wanna tell me what's up?" "Rick, I..." "What wrong?" "It's...I don't...want to lose you." She started crying again and tears poured down her face. "I...think I'm...pregnant." The word rang in my head and stunned me to the bottom of my soul. My mind rushed back to a particular Saturday night. After I performed cunnilingus, Sharon was still frisky as hell and was impatient for a good fucking. "I wanna be on top!" she yelled. It was her playful, fun approach to sex that captivated me from the get go. Even though I told her I had no protection with me, she assured me it was ok. With her solid muscular body, Sharon rode me like a rodeo star and I experienced an intense orgasm, squirting like a fountain deep inside her. My guts were churning with anxiety. Sharon held onto me like a child and it was hardly a time for recriminations and what would have been accomplished? My father's voice invaded my thoughts, Do the honorable thing, son. Fuck, why did I have to have such a high minded parent; I wanted to run away. The girl I had fallen in love with might be pregnant and suddenly my future looked cloudy. Visions of me quitting college and getting a job with the Postal Service dominated my mind. I felt as helpless as Sharon but inside I found some strength and told her everything would work out and she could rely on me. "If you're pregnant, I'll do the honorable thing...and..." Sharon gazed up at me with a look of hope. "Thanks Rick...I love you... " Her declaration thrilled me. "I love you too..." I blubbered. Finals week was an absolute nightmare. The image of Sharon in maternity clothes kept plaguing my mind. As promised, I was supportive, kind and caring. On the last day of term, I was walking to her dorm to say goodbye when I saw her waving at me in the distance. Sharon ran and jumped into my arms. As I cradled her, she hugged me tight and whispered excitedly in my ear, "I got my period this morning." The look of sheer happiness and relief on her lovely face moved me to tears. With her arms around my neck, she pulled my lips to hers and we kissed passionately. I felt enormously relieved and emotionally drained. On the long ride home my brother jabbered away about the construction job he found me for the summer. The salary was a lot better than I originally expected and I could earn enough to pay for the following year of tuition. As Steve blathered on, my thoughts returned to Sharon and I kept thinking about her declaration, "I love you". Christ, it lit a fire inside me because I was positive that I loved her. My sentiment to her was no lip service. If I was going to continue my relationship with Sharon, I'd have to find reliable transportation because without it, chances we'd date much over the summer were dim. But my dad bought me a used car for travel back and forth to my job. Without realizing, he had solved my Sharon visitation problem. The next Saturday I drove across the county to meet up with Sharon because I desperately missed the charming little pixie. Her folks and two younger sisters greeted me warmly. Linda and Mandy were as attractive and as friendly as their sister. Linda, the youngest at sixteen took an interest in me from the start and we got on famously. Both girls were active in sports and it showed. Their bodies were slim and fit. Sharon was dressed in a sleeveless tee shirt and shorts. Of course, she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples poked at the thin fabric. We drove to a pizza joint that Sharon said reminded her of the Pizza House back at college. She talked in the same animated way the first time we dated and I watched her with fascination. Her smile, the affectionate way she gazed at me, it made my heart beat faster and it reinforced my loving feelings for her. We took in a movie and in the darkened theater Sharon took my hand and held it. It was past midnight when we sat in her driveway and exchanged tender kisses. "Can ya stay for a little while?" she asked. Her tone was sweet and begging. I nodded my head and Sharon led me to the family room. With the television tuned to the Tonight Show, she turned her attention to me. We made out hot and heavy but with her family in the house I was nervous to try anything else. Sharon was crestfallen but I was dying inside because I wanted to make love to her. As we lay on the couch she was cupping my hard- on and gently squeezing. "Don't you like me...in that way...anymore?" she asked, referring to my sexual desire for her. "Of course I do! But, your folks and..." Sharon was pawing at my denims and my resistance was evaporating. With her hand massaging my boner I was helpless and from the look in her eye, I knew what she wanted. To this day, I don't know how her family never heard her cries of ecstasy as I ate her pussy like a ravenous dog. When I was done, Sharon's juices dripped off my chin and her scent filled my nostrils. Some of the best blow jobs I received in my youth were from Sharon and she set about sucking my pole with a vengeance. It was past 3am when I left and I was positive her father would be pissed. Every Saturday I saw Sharon and it was great fun. We went to the Amusement Park, afternoons at the swim club, an Eric Clapton Concert at The Spectrum, The Grateful Dead at JFK Stadium. The list went on and on. Sometimes one or both sisters came along and it just added to the overall enjoyment of the day or evening. The first weekend in August, her family was going to Spruce Lake and Sharon begged her parents to let her stay behind. She used every excuse under the sun, her job, her hatred of the cold lake water, the insects... In the back of my mind I had a good idea what Sharon was planning. Her folks relented and in whispers over the telephone she told me to plan on spending the night. When I arrived on Saturday, we went to the swim club for a refreshing dip. It was a typical hot and humid summer day. The water was refreshing and Sharon looked marvelous in her new bikini. She took great delight in jumping on my back and making me carry her around the pool. The sensation of her body, her pointed nipples jabbing my skin was having the desired effect. "Come on Rick, I want to get a Coke," she pleaded. "I can't get out of the pool..." I rolled my eyes hoping she would catch my drift. Sharon caught on and gave me a very wicked smile. "Hmm...I'll have to take care of that later..." Goddamn, but I felt my face grow very hot. In her back yard, I fired up the grille and barbecued two succulent porterhouse steaks and corn on the cob. Sharon set the picnic table and we toasted each other with a cold bottle of beer. As we ate I couldn't take my eyes off of her; with just her bikini on, she looked incredibly sexy. Suffice it to say that we never made it through dinner. I was carrying Sharon up to her bed and she was nuzzling my neck and sticking her tongue in my ear. I sucked Sharon's pussy and she hooted and hollered her orgasm. It was a precedent that we would follow all our married life. Intercourse with Sharon took on a whole new meaning when she started taking the "pill". Our coital position of choice was Sharon on top. With her slim, muscular body, she had tremendous control and fucked the living daylights out of me. The sex that I enjoyed with Sharon was stratospheric compared to sex with anyone else in my limited repertoire. After a long week of work, we could barely keep our hands off each other. Sometimes, we drove straight to lovers' lane, unable to control our urges. It was just the beginning, and the raw passionate flame of love that we had for each other would glow brightly for many years.