Driving Lessons

Chapter 2

 

I was at Piacevole Pizza a little before eight and there wasn't much happening. Nobody sat at the tables and the bench outside was empty. Candy must have seen me on the sidewalk as I turned the corner since she was walking toward the door as I entered.

She was smiling and the light behind her created a halo effect, making the silhouette edges bright.

"You're just in time," She took my hand, leading me, "Through here."

We went through the back door into the warm kitchen where two guys were working.

"This is Brian, Randy." He looked up, gave a nod, and went back to chopping vegetables. "And Darrell." He was kneading dough and didn't look up.

After the kitchen there was a dimly lit hall.

She turned to me and we stopped. "I've just a minute. What you're getting is the special deluxe pizza and I hope you like it. You have to remember two things. You'll be asked for the numbers. They're thirty-six, five, ten. Can you remember that?"

"Thirty-six, five, ten. Sure."

"And you'll be asked how much a slice. Say five dollars. Yours is free, but it's to be five dollars."

"Five dollars."

"I know this sounds crazy, but you need to say these things and then you'll be able to enjoy your pizza. I'm off at ten and if you're busy I'll understand. I'll see you at school tomorrow."

She gave my hand a squeeze. "Thirty-six, five, ten. Have a good time." She looked away. "It's through that door."

I was looking at the door when she released my hand and left. I watched her go back to the kitchen, to Randy and Darell who weren't overly friendly, and wondered just a little bit what was going on.

I heard voices before opening the door, turned the knob and it was a medium sized room bare of furniture except for a table in the center and a mattress in the corner. The mattress was uncovered and the striped ticking was stained.

The men turned when I entered and quieted. A man who was, I learned, the owner of Piacevole Pizza said, "You're Candy's guest, aren't you? Come on in. We'll be ready to begin after a few formalities."

The men were all older, in their forties mostly, some with graying hair. I didn't recognize anybody.

"We need three numbers, each between one and fifty." That was the owner. "Before we can begin."

Everybody smiled at me.

"Thirty-six, five, ten."

"Let's see." He pulled a paper out of his pocket, unfolded it. "Thirty-six, five, thirteen. You're close." He looked at the others. "That's the closest, isn't it?"

There wasn't a dispute, only more grinning.

"The pizza is almost ready. How much should a slice be?"

Every particle of his being was focused on me and I'd never experienced such intensity before. I hesitated then said, "Five dollars."

"Five dollars is what it'll be then. Pony up fellows."

He held out his hand and the men put bills in it. While they were doing this I counted and it was nine plus the owner and me.

The owner folded the bills and put them into his shirt pocket where they bulged. "Enjoy your pizza. We close at midnight."

The door opened behind me and a naked girl carefully entered. She felt ahead of her, not able to see because of the cloth bag tied over her head.

The door shut behind her and the men cheered but didn't move.

The owner put his hand on my shoulder and I looked away from the girl. "Candy must like you a lot. You get the first piece, your choice. The table, the bed, the floor, up against a wall. No one cares. The bag stays on. No one gets hurt. Enjoy yourself." He gave a squeeze and left us, closing the door on nine men, a girl and me.

She stood there, turning her head this way and that, as if she could see us, her hand rising to her breast.

Beth and I had done it but I'd never seen a naked girl in the flesh before. Boys had National Geographics and a post card or two and that was it.

She wasn't tall, her breasts seemed large. I couldn't see everything at once. My eyes rose to her breasts, dropped to her crotch and the patch of red hair there, rose again.

"She won't bite, kid. Go ahead." There were chuckles but they were good natured. No one was rushing me.

I was frozen, incapable of moving. I hadn't the slightest idea what to do. The bagged head turned to me.

"He needs some help, Al."

I watched as one of the men went to her, took her to the mattress and made her lie down.

"She won't bite, honest, kid."

I was about six feet from the bed, by the table, the men close by but not crowded around me. The one named Al was back with the others, some watching the girl, some watching me.

The girl lay on her back, one arm by her head, the other across her stomach. Her legs were spread, knees raised.

What I was thinking was I'd worked on the paper missing dinner, thinking there would be a piece of pizza later, not this. I was hungry, but not exactly for this.

I was also thinking about Candy and what the hell was going on. Did she really intend for me to do this. For an instant I thought she was Candy and then I thought about the red pubic hair and the height wasn't exactly right.

"Kid, I don't think we can wait much longer. Okay if we go ahead while you make up your mind?" The speaker was a chubby man in short sleeves and wearing a tie. He was going bald and was flushed, his face red like some of the others. I noticed then that most already had their clothes off.

"Yeah. Go ahead."

"Thanks, kid." He turned to a stripped guy. "Mike, you're first."

Mike was on her, like that, a snap of the fingers. He fiddled with her breasts for a minute then was in her and pumping. Everyone else crowded against the two sides of the mattress and I backed to the table.

I sat on the table, not able to see much, as they took turns. She wasn't quiet after a few minutes, moaning some. I could see her legs wrapped around them as they fucked her.

The others were naked too, hairy and with bellies. They knew each other and cheered each other on and when they were all done and their dicks were wet they stood and talked.

Al came and stood by me. "Take your turn any time you want." He scratched his hairy chest. "She must be a classmate of yours. Incognito. They don't usually come in with a bag like that. Limits things." He turned to me. "You know?"

She was lying there, alone on the bed, as the men talked. Her hand was over her crotch and she moved slowly, her whole body in a sway, still moaning.

Randy came in with a pizza, ignored me, putting it on the table. No one said a word. Randy glanced at the girl and left.

One of the men got back on the girl as the others ate pizza. I took a piece too. Of pizza and later the girl.

She was on her hands and knees then. She seemed to like it, screaming sometimes. Al or Mike or someone told me some of them were fucking her up the ass.

I did it normally, holding her hips, amazed at how slippery she felt. I fell out once but she quickly had me back in her, humped up her rear and slumped, arms limp, to the mattress, her fingers grasping the edge.

"That's it, kid. Bang her."

That got the others going. They all shouted, "Bang her," with every stroke I made and after I'd come and left her, kept it up as others took their turns.

By ten, when I dressed and left, she was limp on her back, head thumping the wall as they fucked her, until someone grabbed her ankles and pulled her down.

Darrell passed me in the hall and gave a wink. I turned and saw him enter the room. I could hear someone shouting, "Take that fucking hood off."

The kitchen was empty and Randy and the owner were relaxing at a table with Candy, who'd changed out of her uniform. She jumped up as I entered the dining area.

She reached out and took my hand and drew me to the exit.

The owner said, "Have fun, kids."

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