Storiesonline.net ------- Making Do by Openbook Copyright© 2005 by Openbook ------- Description: In this fifth segment of The Neighbors in 3-B series, Sandy starts college, finds an outlet for her high sex drive and meets the man of her dreams. Codes: MF FF Mult fant rom humor sch cons coer ------- ------- Chapter 1 Sandy Carrey was posing as sexily as she could, sitting on her large beach towel not twenty feet away from the cute lifeguard sitting up in his tower on the crowded beach. The sun shimmered in the summer skies, and you could see the water evaporation trails as the ocean gave up some small portion of itself to seed the clouds that would form above. Right now, Sandy was hoping that the cute lifeguard would start paying her some attention. Her bikini was an aqua color, and so brief that she had been a little afraid, when she bought it, that she wouldn't have the nerve to wear it in public. That fear quickly proved unfounded, and Sandy had worn it now on three separate occasions. The summer was almost over, in two weeks she'd be starting her freshman studies at Cal State Fullerton. She had taken a year off after high school, wanting a short break before beginning four long years of college classwork. It had proved to be an eventful year, her big sister, Donna had finally gotten her head out of her ass long enough to marry Jim Matthews, a man who'd loved her since she was sixteen years old. Sandy had loved Jim herself, in a big way for a young girl, but now she had moved on to other challenges and opportunities. It was a fact though, that Jim had been Sandy's first lover and, she suspected, he might have even "boinked" her mom as well. Sandy was certain that she'd played a huge role in bringing Jim and Donna back together and was very happy that things had worked exactly like she had planned. Jim and Donna were living out in Minnesota, but were considering making a move to a warmer climate before the next winter came. Sandy hoped they moved back to Southern California since she missed seeing the two of them. Sandy took off her sunglasses and stared up at that cute lifeguard. The man didn't seem like he was ever going to notice her. This left her feeling a little slighted and confused as to why. She was a natural blonde, with hair that came down to the middle of her back, her face was cute, she had a pair of deepset blue eyes, and a very symmetrical nose that went well with her naturally full lips and near perfect complexion. She had a sexy pair of hips on her, and her butt was shaped like a dancer's or a figure skater's, full and tight, her waist was proportional to her hips and her stomach was well toned but still had a slight rounded softness about it that most men preferred. Her breasts, while not very large, had a very pert pear shape to them, and her nipples tilted up at a slight angle, making those times when she wore her simple cotton tops without bras, lots of fun for her, as most guys would stop whatever they were doing and admire her as she strolled by. She liked being admired and desired, she loved the excitement she was able to cause in both men and women, whether it was lust or jealousy, admiration or simple appreciation, she liked it all. By the time it got to be three o'clock and the lifeguard had still failed to pay her attention, she got up and gathered her things together, ready to leave. "Oh no, you're not leaving already are you? I get off in 30 more minutes and I hoped you'd be staying until then." The lifeguard was finally noticing her, she wondered what had taken so long. "Are you talking to me?" she had turned back to face him, her sun glasses back on and both her hand above her eyes, giving her more glare protection, and not coincidently making her perky boobs raise up just a little. "Yeah, I get off soon, and I hoped you'd stick around 'til then. We can't really socialize while we're up here working, but I sure did want to meet you." Sandy thought it was really cute, that note of hope and desperation in his voice. She decided it might be fun to stay a little longer. She gave him her most winning smile, then turned away and spread her beach towel out again and set her things back down on it and then dropped gracefully down on the towel as well. She was glad that he'd noticed her, and felt better knowing that he wanted to talk with her. Another 20 minutes passed before the relief lifeguard showed up and the new guy was briefed by the departing lifeguard. Sandy gathered up her things again and slowly began to make her way out to the parking lot to the little showers where beach goers went to rinse the sand from their bodies before climbing into their cars and departing. Sandy hadn't gone very far before the cute lifeguard caught up with her. He slowed down as he reached her, matching his pace with hers. "Hi, I'm Sonny Sesto, I really appreciate you sticking around long enough to give me a chance to introduce myself and, hopefully, to meet you." Hi, Sonny, aren't you sweet? I'm Sandy, Sandy Carrey. I'm happy to meet you too. So, how long have you been a lifeguard?" "Sandy is a nice name, although I'm not sure that it suits you. For the past few hours, ever since you first sat down, I've been calling you "Beautiful Stranger" in my mind." He was cute enough, and had such a terrific smile when he talked, that Sandy let him get away with that obvious line. "I've been a lifeguard since school let out in May, but I'm leaving after another week when tryouts and team practices start for the golf team. I'll be starting my junior year at UC Irvine." They walked along together as they talked and Sandy was impressed with the fact that he was able to look at her face while they talked. It wasn't that he wasn't checking her out at all, more like he was able to do it while still giving her the impression that he enjoyed the conversation too. "I'm just starting my freshman year at Cal State Fullerton. I took a year after graduation to travel around some, and later, to help my sister plan her wedding. I needed a break to build up my strength for the long grind ahead. I live in West Covina with my mom and step dad, how about you?" "I still live with my folks too, in Yorba Linda. They have a house on the golf course at Yorba Linda Country Club, and I get to practice my golf practically in my own backyard. I've thought about getting my own place, but it's a whole lot easier living at home with my mom taking care of the cooking and the laundry and all I have to do is keep my room in not too bad of a shape. This way I can use the money I make in the summers to take care of my cash needs during the school year, like if I get lucky and get myself a date or something." They had gotten to Sandy's car while he was still talking and she had opened her trunk and thrown her beach bag in there before taking her towel and putting it on the driver's seat. "I bet you get lucky a lot. I hope for your sake they pay the lifeguards a lot, because I bet you also date quite a bit." She leaned back against the side of the car, trying to see his reaction to he double entendre and also letting him know with her body language that she was in no hurry to leave and end this little get acquainted meeting. He smiled his best "aw shucks" grin and showed most of his pearly white teeth in reply to her indirect question. "I don't go out that much, too much hitting the books, and then my golf game takes up a lot of any spare time I might have. I play in quite a few of the local amateur golf tournaments and that takes time and some money as well. If I ever was able to get a really pretty girl like you to go out with me though, I'd sure be happy to spare the time and even crack open my little piggy bank so I could take her someplace nice on the date. Going out with you would be really special, and I'd sure count it as me getting lucky if you'd agree to go out with me sometime?" Sandy was really taken with how smooth Sonny was turning out to be. She could already feel the signs of interest her body was signaling to her. She looked down from his face to see if he was showing any signs of arousal himself, but he was either calmer than she thought he should be or he was wearing a good cup. That he might not have enough equipment to make a bulge in his swim trunks, well that wasn't an option that she wished to dwell on. She opened her bag and pulled out one of her mom's business cards that she always carried. They were the perfect size to write down names and addresses and they didn't cost either her or her mom a thing. She wrote her name and her cell number on the card and handed it to Sonny. She made sure to touch his hand for just a couple seconds, checking to see if the energy she felt him giving off was stronger with her touch. It felt good to her and she liked the tiny little tingle that shot through her whole body at his touch. "I've got to run, Sonny, sorry. I'd love to stay longer but I'm going out with some friends tonight and I've got to get home and get all this oil off my body and see whether I can clean up well enough that I don't embarrass myself too much." She leaned up to him and gave him a chaste little kiss on the cheek, carefully pressing her nipples into his chest, and said: "Call me sometime soon, I'd really like to go out with you, too." With that, she jumped in her car, started the engine and pulled out of her space heading towards the exit. She gave him a final little wave with her hand as she watched in her side view mirror the image of him waving a long and enthusiastic goodbye to her. She was feeling really good for the entire ride home. Sonny went back over to the restrooms area and changed into some shorts and a tee shirt, putting his trunks and gear into his backpack. He was especially careful to keep Sandy's number in a separate pocket so that he wouldn't forget it or lose it before he had a chance to enter her data into his address book and the speed dial on his phone. She was a great looking girl, easily the "foxiest" on the beach today, or even this month in his opinion. And she was also nice and easy to talk with. He was really looking forward to calling her later and seeing if they could possibly get together at least once before practice and tryouts began. He wasn't really worried about tryouts since he was the number two man on the team last year and the number one guy had graduated and was now playing on one of the developmental tours in Arizona. After changing into his street clothes, Sonny walked over to his car and started the 20 mile journey to his house. He was hurrying home because he hoped to get in 18 holes before dark. He got home, jumped in for a quick shower before dressing and hurrying over to the club. He teed off at five and was able to finish his round, playing as a single, a little before 8:15. When he got home again his mom warmed up a plate of a nice pasta for him and served him a salad and iced tea as well. He thanked her and told her how much he appreciated having a mom who took such good care of him. He went into the study and found his dad poring over the accounts from the seven insurance agencies he owned either all or part of. His dad sold auto and casualty insurance all over the southern California area. He mostly oversaw things now, not really able to service any customers himself anymore. His dad seemed to really enjoy his business and he was pretty successful at it. Sonny had two brothers and two sisters, all older, all married, and all of them working in the family business, even the husbands of both sisters. Sonny had worked at the agencies too, being a janitor and courier until this year, when he took the lifeguard position instead. His dad didn't seem to mind it when Sonny told him about wanting to work elsewhere this summer, he told Sonny to do whatever he wanted to do, that it would be fine by him. "Hey, Pop, whatchadoing?" he and his dad got along really well and he liked to take a few minutes and check in with both his parents everyday. They'd always been super to him his whole life, and he liked to do little things to let them know they were loved and appreciated by him. "Sonny, how are you hitting them? Still fairways and greens?" Sonny's dad played golf too, but he didn't play that much and hadn't ever been serious about his game. Sonny gave him 10 strokes a side and still always managed to take all his money whenever they played. He didn't know that these little Nassau's were his dad's way of increasing his allowance without his wife ever knowing. Sonny was his pride and his joy. He loved all his children, loved them to death, but everybody in the family knew Sonny was the "special" one in the family. "You still looking for that dream girl you're always talking about?" Sonny had been going out with the girls since he was 14, but he'd never gone out too long with any one girl. He always told his family that he was looking for a "Dream Girl" and that he'd know it when he found her. He was 21 years old now, and still dating a lot, but was no closer to finding that "Dream Girl" than he'd been at 14. He'd certainly had a lot of fun looking though, and because he was good looking and a nice guy as well, he'd had his share of experience with all aspects of petting, up to and often including, going all the way. He'd had his first sexual experience when he was 15 and a neighbor girl had talked him into helping her out with a school project. She had been a little bit older, a grade ahead of him in school, and light years ahead of him in experience. For two weeks, Sonny hadn't really known what hit him. Every afternoon he went over to help her with her "project" and he'd come home every night, his balls totally drained and with a dick that felt like it had been squeezed hard and wrung out to dry. He didn't do any complaining though and would have kept right at it if she hadn't met someone else she liked better and gotten him to help her with her school "project". A couple months later, after she had gone through one or two more new guys, she'd approached Sonny about a rematch, but by then he'd altered his opinion of her and was no longer interested. He'd gone out with plenty of girls in the last six years though, and he'd run across quite a few who made up their minds pretty quickly and wanted him inside them as much as he wanted to be there. He always used protection, no matter what the girl said about being on the pill or other types of birth control. He did it so that he didn't have to worry about picking up anything and neither did they. He'd heard from several of the girls that it felt better to be in there with skin touching skin, but he'd never once wavered from his convictions in that regard. He'd eaten a few pussies though, and no Saran Wrap for him. He'd been lucky enough to have his cock sucked a few times as well and hadn't ever felt the need for a condom then. He had three more work days on the beach before quitting to get ready for school. He had liked the lifeguarding job a lot and was hoping to get rated high enough by his superiors after his first season that they'd ask him back next year. The pay was OK and the job was really interesting the few times he'd had to go in the water and help someone who looked like they needed helping. He hadn't had any serious incidents this summer and hoped that that reflected on the way he paid attention and warned swimmers before they got into a strong rip current or got too far out in the waves for their conditioning or swimming ability. He went up to his room before 10 and thought about Sandy for a few minutes. He promised himself that he'd try to get a hold of her sometime tomorrow and that he'd ask her out to a nice place for dinner and then maybe take her to one of the lifeguard parties that had already started happening as the season wound down. As he tried to make himself sleep, he couldn't help remembering the electricity that had shot through his hand and arm, right up through his shoulder, when the two of them had touched as she handed him her name and number. He thought of how glad he was that he'd been wearing his cup from high school water polo when she'd kissed his cheeks and he felt her nipples touching his chest. It had hurt quite a bit when his dick had sprouted up so quickly, but with the help of his cup, at least he didn't have to try and explain and apologize about his trunks tenting out so much. He even thought he'd noticed her looking down to see, but that was probably his hormones and wishful thinking on his part. She looked pretty innocent to him, even in that terrific bikini, and she was just starting college herself. He promised himself that, if she did consent to go out with him he'd act like a gentleman and not try to get in her pants. He didn't want to scare her away. At that same time, no more that 15 miles away, as the crows fly, up in her own bedroom, Sandy had her panties hanging off one of her ankles as she rubbed her clit vigorously with her right hand while moving a large rubber dildo in and out of her steaming hot quim with her left. Her eyes were tightly closed as she fought hard for her third and final orgasm of the evening. She was in the midst of her favorite fantasy of all time. In her fantasy, she was in a room filled with many people, and she was up on a lighted stage, she could hear noises coming from the people gathered all around her as she was being fucked from behind, doggy style by her brother in law, Jim. Her sister was holding her hands down preventing her escaping from Jim's assault, while at the same time trying to thrust her pussy up into her face, trying to get her to eat her out, but Sandy's resisting her as hard as she can. Someone else was up on the stage with them, a man who, while his voice was familiar, she couldn't quite place it. The man had a microphone and was talking to the audience asking for volunteers to come up and fuck her after Jim had finished. In her fantasy this time, the first one to come up on stage is Sonny Sesto and he was holding his very thick cock in his hand, obviously ready to get down to business. She feels Jim start to cum inside her and just then the man with the microphone steps closer into her field of vision, she sees it is her stepfather, Tom, and he is naked as well, his super sized cock aimed straight at her sister's mouth. Seeing Tom's cock, Sandy leans slightly forward and rams her tongue as deep as she can into Donna's soaking wet cunt just as Donna opens her mouth to accept Tom's offering. At that instant in her actual life, Sandy cries out in passion, quickly pulling out the dildo and squirting all over the towel placed firmly over her pussy, which is in full spasm and forcing out a heavy flow of her spend. After a minute, finally fully drained and exhausted, Sandy wipes off her pussy and thighs with a separate damp towel, pulls up her panties and calls it a night. Right before she drifts off to sleep, she wonders why Sonny hasn't called her yet. ------- Chapter 2 Sonny gave Sandy a call at 10:00 the next morning. they spoke on the phone for about five minutes, flirting some, and then she agreed that she'd let him take her to dinner the next night after he had finished up with work. Rather than have him drive all the way over to West Covina, Sandy suggested that the two of them meet in Brea at the Red Lobster by the mall. They settled on meeting at 7:00 and then they hung up. Sonny was really excited at getting to spend an evening with her. He was aware of a much stronger feeling of excitement and anticipation than he usually experienced before a first date. As the time for meeting Sandy drew closer, Sonny began to actually feel nervous, something he couldn't remember having happened to him on a date ever before. He had really paid special attention to what he was wearing and had shaved again even though he knew he really didn't need it. He got to the parking lot of the Red Lobster a full fifteen minutes early and then waited in his car for her to arrive. Driving over to the restaurant, Sandy too had a case of nerves. She had looked forward to this date since making it the day before. She had put considerable thought into how she wanted to appear to Sonny. She knew that she didn't want to act too forward with him. She decided finally to allow him to set the pace and she would make decisions on things as they came up. In spite of her vivid fantasy life, Sandy had calmed down quite a bit from her early high school days. She hadn't had a serious relationship in the past year and a half and, other than several isolated instances of heavy petting, involving only fingers and tongues, she'd confined herself to innocent cock-teasing. Sandy had actually had complete sex with only eight guys in her life, all of those being actual boyfriends, with the exception of the first. She had also done a tiny amount of fooling around with other girls in school, most notably one wild weekend during her junior year in high school when she'd attended a slumber party, gotten drunk on shooters, and ended up getting into a three way scene with two other girls on her varsity softball team. She had thoroughly enjoyed the experience, as a one time only kind of thing, but had satisfied herself that her primary bent was heterosexual. There had been some negative fall out from that weekend, it seems that some girls like to brag about their conquests too, and the rumors had circulated about her for the rest of her high school career. Fortunately for her reputation, there were several boys at that school more than willing to come forward and vehemently protest against any suggestion of her being branded as a lesbian, citing as their incontrovertible proof that she was a truly fantastic fuck, and had definitely cum hard while riding their dicks. One of these guys was even telling the truth. Sonny recognized Sandy's car as it pulled into the Red Lobster lot. He jumped out of his car and hurried over to open her door for her and offered a hand to help her get out. Sandy accepted his offer of help and gracefully swung her legs out, and lifted herself up out of the seat. The skirt she was wearing was short and she was sure that he could see her panties if he looked. He didn't look though, instead training his eyes on her face and finding himself getting lost in her eyes. He loved the way she looked, clean and natural. He would have been greatly surprised at the amount of time and effort it usually took her to achieve that "natural look". "Sandy, you look absolutely, positively, totally, spectacularly terrific!" Sonny grinned at her giving her a slow head to toe appreciative inspection. She was wearing one of her spaghetti stringed cotton tops, quite obviously bra less, showing her chest off to maximum effect. A quick glance at Sonny's slacks was enough to confirm his sincere appreciation for all the effort she'd taken in getting herself ready for this date. They talked quietly while they stood outside with one of the restaurant's beepers, waiting for a table to open up for them. It was a beautiful late afternoon, and they were pretty much oblivious to anything else going on around them. They were summoned to their table in less than fifteen minutes and ordered quickly, both deciding on the all you can eat crab legs special. The crab was delicious, dipped in the drawn butter, they both loved the bread, and both had ordered iced lemonades to go with their dinners. They sat there, eating, laughing and talking, sharing little bits of their life histories, simply having a great time, enjoying being somewhere together. At one point in their conversation, Sonny reached over to touch Sandy's hand, trying to add some emphasis to what he'd been saying. Sandy made no move to remove his hand, or withdraw her own, and so they remained touching each other, encapsulated in their own private world, totally oblivious to anything other than each other. They stayed in the restaurant until 11:00, ignoring the looks and the not too subtle hints of their waitress and the other restaurant staff. By the time Sandy noticed how late it was getting, the two of them felt that they'd made terrific progress in getting to know each other. Sonny paid the bill, and left a tip of almost 100% to compensate the waitress for any lost business that their long stay might have caused. Sonny walked her back to her car, watching as she pushed her key chained remote to unlock her door. "Sandy, thanks a lot for going out with me tonight. I really enjoyed being with you." He moved in a little closer, his arms at his sides, non threatening, but obviously interested in getting a kiss. Sandy, no novice in this particular dating ritual, moved in a little herself, signaling her willingness to be kissed. "I enjoyed it too. I haven't laughed and talked like that, especially for so long, well, ever." She licked her lips lightly, making sure there were no rough dry areas to impede their enjoyment of a first kiss. Sonny's right hand came up and out and settled on the back just above her hips and gently drew her closer to him. He also prepared his lips with his tongue, and tilted his head downward and a little to the left. "I'd really like to see you again, soon." While he was talking, Sandy moved closer to him and turned her face up and tilted her head to the right, presenting Sonny with as good a target as he was ever likely to see. Their lips came together, softly at first, and then more insistently. Their mouths opened at the same instant and they quickly began to trace out an age old pattern, invading, retreating and gently exploring. Sonny's left hand arrived above and behind her other hip and drew her in closer, while her hands lifted up, seemingly of their own volition and wrapped themselves around his neck. After a minute, they broke their kiss and stepped back from each other, both sporting smiles that bordered on grins. "Me, too, call me tomorrow morning and we'll set something up." Her breathing was a little elevated and she felt a little warmth as her breath passed her very sensitive lips. "I'm working tomorrow from 8:00 until 3:00, and I can't make any personal calls when I'm on the stand.Would it be OK if we meet at the pier in Newport at 4:00 and maybe go for a walk, then have dinner down there?" I know a place near there that has a good band playing, we could go dancing if you'd like?" As soon as Sandy nodded her head yes, Sonny returned for another kiss and they spent a few more minutes locked in a clench. Sandy was on her tip toes with her thighs pressed in on either side of his leg, not grinding against him, but pressing herself into his thigh and relishing the warmth that she was feeling and the passionate heat that was emanating from his nose and lips. The thigh that was between his legs could feel the pressure of his cock as it drew closer and pressed up against her. She wanted to reach down and run her hand across it, acknowledging its very welcome presence, but she resisted that urge. Sonny was likewise resisting the near compulsion he was feeling to place his hand on a breast and feel of its heft and lightly rub the nipple that he'd glimpsed in an earlier glance at her chest. Sandy was first to step back and return to a flat footed stance. Sonny soon afterwards took his own step back, letting her know that he respected her space and would allow her to set their pace. "Thanks again Sonny, I'll see you tomorrow at 4:00. Sleep well." Sonny leaned forward and opened her door for her. He watched carefully as she sat down on the seat and lifted her legs up and in. when he was sure she was safely in, he closed the car door after telling her good night. She started her car up and waved to him as she backed out and drove away. Sonny stood anchored in his place, watching her leave and anticipating seeing her again soon. It was only a ten minute drive home for Sonny, and, as he drove down Imperial Highway he couldn't help but think that, maybe, just maybe, he'd found his dream girl. Sandy drove home with her radio playing on K-Earth 101, an oldies station, humming tunelessly along, thinking about what she would wear the next afternoon and evening. She was remembering how good she's felt in Sonny's arms and how happy she'd been when he'd trapped her leg between his two and she'd gotten to feel his cock pressed warmly against her. She could still feel a little tingle between her legs from the slight pressing and rubbing she'd allowed herself too. She was pleased at how well the first date had gone and looked forward to seeing Sonny out on a dance floor. She had a theory that guys who moved well on a dance floor could move well making love. She was looking far enough forward that she was anticipating adding to her collected data in support of that theory. ------- Chapter 3 Sonny finished up his final shift as a lifeguard for the summer season, and turned in his equipment to Frank, his supervisor. They shook hands and Frank told Sonny that he'd done a good job and that he'd be recommending for him to be retained for the following summer. Sonny thanked him and hurried off to try to get to the Newport pier ahead of Sandy. When he got there, he found the old woman that sells flowers and bought a mixed bouquet as a little surprise for Sandy when she arrived. Sandy showed up, right on time, five minutes later, and Sonny greeted her, handing her the bouquet, accompanied by a quick, friendly, kiss of hello. Sandy loved the thoughtfulness of the flowers and took Sonny's arm as they started walking back towards the end of the pier. There were fisherman lined up on both sides of them as they strolled out to the end. It didn't appear that anyone was catching anything, but the fishermen kept their lines in the water and waited patiently for a bite. The two young people stopped when they reached the end of the pier, pausing as they looked out at the ocean. It was a clear enough day that they could see Catalina Island, larger than a distant speck, but still more than 20 miles out to sea. When Sandy told him that she's never been to Catalina, Sonny quickly offered to take her on the following Saturday. She quickly accepted, showing her excitement at the invitation. He told her that they'd take the first ferry out in the morning and take the last one back that afternoon. He told her be sure to wear hiking boots, if she had them, and they'd go walking around Avalon after they'd had some lunch. Having both quickly tired of watching the ocean, the two of them walked back towards the parking area, doing a little window shopping at the businesses that lined that area. There were surfboard shops, bathing suit boutiques and small businesses that mostly catered to tourists and the hard core surf enthusiasts. After an hour of this, Sonny brought Sandy over to his car and, after feeding her car's parking meter in the long term lot, the two went over to Laguna Beach and stopped off for a nice dinner at a quaint little Italian restaurant Sonny knew about. After dinner, they drove back to Sandy's car and she followed him about four miles north to Costa Mesa where the night club was located. The club featured live bands and, because it didn't serve alcohol, admitted anyone 18 years old and older. It was a popular hangout with some of the older high school kids as well as the college crowd. The bands were all from the immediate area, mostly garage bands and unknown, but the music was loud and enthusiastic, the bouncers all knew what they were doing and prevented most trouble before it could get started, the dance floor was huge and they didn't allow overcrowding past a reasonable point. There was a $20.00 cover charge for couples and singles were charged $15.00. If two guys or two girls said they were together, the also got charged the couples fee. Sonny helped her out of her car and paid the parking fee for both cars. Once he had paid the cover charge, they went in and grabbed a small table close to the stage and the dance floor. Sonny knew from experience to stay away from the paths to the restrooms and to the drink machines lined up against the far wall. The machines sold all kinds of soda, bottled water and fruit drinks. Sonny got up, after they'd claimed a table and got two waters for himself and bottle of apple juice for Sandy. The warm up band for the night was just getting set up, checking their equipment and doing sound and light checks with the guy in the tower above the drink machines. Once they indicated they were ready to go, the lights were dimmed and an announcer, probably the light and sound guy, introduced the band over the screams and whistles of the enthusiastic audience. They played a 45 minute set, their enthusiasm carrying them farther than their talent ever would, before giving way to the headline act, a group of five guys and a girl, all undergrad students at UC Irvine, that had been playing together since high school. This new band was introduced and the volume of applause and cheering was deafening, as was the volume that the band played at. Sonny and Sandy were up dancing with the first song, a fast number with a driving bass line. They moved well, if not together, at least in some type of complementary sync. They were both confident in their dancing, energetic and loose. While other dancers went for either frenzied or fancy, Sandy and Sonny opted for connected and clean. They danced to each other, communicating a pleasure at being out on the dance floor together. They didn't sit back down again until the band itself took a break. The temperature in the room had risen at least ten degrees from the cumulative body heat and energy in the room. Sonny was sweaty and tired, his hair curled from the exercise. Sandy still looked together and composed for the most part, but she was sweating and taking a few deeper than normal breaths as well. There was a buzz in the room that didn't really allow talking, even though no music was currently playing, you had to yell to be heard. Sonny again went over and got some drinks for them, this time three bottles of water for him and two waters for Sandy. They laughed together as they took turns gulping down the drinks and rubbing another full, cold bottle along their cheeks and necks, trying to cool themselves down. "Having a good time? Sonny asked her as he used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his face, neck and eyes. "Absolutely! The band is great, do you come see them play a lot?" Sandy paused to take another long drink of her water. "Yes, the drummer is a good friend of mine and the girl, Laurie, is his sister. They live down the street from me. Freddie, that's the drummer's name, we've been in the same schools together since kindergarten. Laurie was the first girl who ever kissed me, I was 7." He smiled over at Sandy as he talked. "I was actually in the band when we were starting out in high school. They got serious after awhile though and it was obvious that my talents, if any, weren't musical. They actually replaced me with Laurie. The bass guitar player, Mark, he's the only original band member left besides Freddie. I've only known him since second grade though. He and Laurie are getting married when Mark graduates in two years. They've been together, as a couple, since Laurie was a freshman and Mark was a junior at Esperanza High. They're all good friends." "I can't picture you in this band, what did you play?" Sonny laughed, and then he began nodding his head up and down confirming to her that it was true. "Tambourine and vocals. I wasn't too bad either... with the tambourine." The both laughed as Sonny demonstrated his tambourine wrist action, first down by his hip and then moving up to his chest. All through this pantomime, Sandy was laughing really hard, finally, desperately trying to get Sonny to quit his demonstration before she peed in her pants. Fortunately for her, because Sonny wasn't about to let up anytime soon, the band came back on stage and the house lights were turned down except for the two spotlights on the band. As soon as the lights went down, the people ran back out on the dance floor and the band began to play. This set, Sonny signaled he was done about six songs in, and the two went back to their table for a needed rest. Sonny felt like every pore on his body was leaking sweat and Sandy was convinced that she must simply reek from B.O. They sat close together, watching the dancers and holding hands, looking at each other as well. When the second set was over and the band went on break, Sonny stood up and asked Sandy if she was ready to leave. she nodded, indicating yes, and the two carefully made their way to the exit. "Sonny, that was the best." Sandy hugged his arm with both of hers, as they made it outside to the parking lot. "I've got to hear you sing sometime, the tambourine is optional though. Did you really used to play with that band, really?" Sonny turned quickly, so that she continued on into his arms, and then he put both arms around her before leaning down close to her ear and quietly started singing to her the opening few lines to "Moon River". By the time he got to "someday", his hand had snaked up and he was crossing both her breasts in style, lightly palming across her nipples. As she felt his hand moving across her chest, Sandy allowed herself to simply melt into his embrace. Maybe it was the unexpectedness of the singing, the quick collision or the almost lighter than air feel on her tits, but for whatever reason, at that exact moment, Sonny could have done anything to her, right there in the parking lot. Instead, Sonny took a step back and was blushing furiously, as he tried to stammer out an apology. "Sandy, I'm so sorry about that, I wasn't thinking. I just got carried away, I'm sorry, please forgive me, please?" "Sonny, don't apologize, it was a little off key and flat, but it wasn't really that bad." and then the two of them started laughing, then they were kissing, until, right there in that crowded parking lot, Sandy reached for his hand and brought it up and placed it squarely on her breast just as her tongue went diving as deep as she could take it towards his tonsils. For his part, Sonny closed his fingers around that booby and gave it his heartfelt attention. He gently squeezed, tugged and rubbed it's entire surface, trying to pretend he was a speed reader at a Braille Institute Book fair. After they came up for air and acknowledged some good natured applause from the parking lot audience, Sonny walked Sandy to her car and helped her with the door as she got settled in. He told her that he'd call her in the morning and asked her to drive home carefully. He closed her door and waited for her to leave before walking over to his car and heading home himself. He was driving home, replaying the whole date in his mind, totally psyched by the remembrance of her putting his hand on her breast. To his mind that went a long way towards confirming that she was quite possibly as attracted to him as he was to her. He sang quietly as he drove home, contemplating that most happy thought. Sandy had a longer drive to get to West Covina. For a good portion of the way, she had her hand hand right where she'd placed Sonny's earlier, first pulling on her nipple, then rolling it between her two fingers, and then squeezing her whole breast before starting over again, repeating the sequence. It really felt good when she did it, but not nearly as good as when the hand had been Sonny's. She could still feel his warm breath, remembering when he breathed into her ear and sang for her. She had a tingle that ran from her extended nipple right down to her engorged clit. It was just like they were connected together somehow. It had been a long time since she had last felt a man lying between her widespread thighs, pounding away at her, pistoning in and out while she writhed passionately beneath him. She began to formulate a plan to bring that time of her doing without, to an abrupt end. When Sonny called her the next morning she'd ask him whether he'd be able to show her Catalina in a just a single afternoon. The next morning, as soon as he got off the phone with Sandy, Sonny was on his computer, surfing through the Internet trying to get room reservations somewhere in Avalon for next Saturday night. He was finally able to secure a room at a small bed and breakfast right off the main drag. $200.00 for the night seemed way too steep if you thought of it as just a place to sleep, but not bad at all when you thought of it as a place to spend what might be the most important night of your life, your first night alone with your "Dream Girl". For the rest of the week, as he first checked back into school, then trained, practiced and participated in the team tryouts for the UCI golf team, Sonny spent his free time thinking about how he wanted the weekend to unfold. He thought about where and what and when they'd eat, about where'd they go hiking, about whether to take the glass bottomed boat ride or not. He worried about every single thing he could think to worry about. He was so nervous about the weekend that he forgot to be nervous about the tryouts for the golf team. He fired a 2 under 70 at Pelican Hill on Friday, capturing the team medalist honors for the tryout and securing his place on the team. He was really excited to get that worry behind him so that the whole weekend would be clear for other, more personal concerns. He drove over to West Covina and picked up Sandy at her house at 6:30 Saturday morning. She'd tried to talk him out of driving all the way over to pick her up, but he insisted. She was standing in front of her house, a little overnight bag in her hand, when he pulled up in front. She jumped in his car and kissed him soundly before telling him that he'd meet her parents when he brought her back since they'd decided not to get up at that early hour to meet him today. She was wearing a pair of really tight, bright red, shorts, a light sweatshirt, and a pair of sturdy looking, and definitely not brand new looking, hiking boots with thick walking socks. When they got underway, she quickly shed the sweat shirt and had a cute little white cotton t-shirt with a sailboat design on the front. Once again, she'd left off wearing a bra. Sonny paid for two days parking and then went in and picked up tickets for the round trip ferry ride. The ride over took them less than 90 minutes, Sandy and Sonny spent most of that time strolling arm and arm around the boat, watching for a few minutes as eight to ten dolphins jumped out of the water as they paced the ferry moving out into the deeper waters. This was a new experience for Sandy and she just loved the idea of the animals frolicking in the water, almost like they were playing with the big boat. The couple did a little kissing and hugging and enjoyed the constant touching, each signaling the other that they were excited to be there, together, both anticipating the time that they'd be spending on the island. Each knew that there would be sex taking place between them sometime later that day, just the thought of which, the sense of not knowing how it would be, leaving each of them charged up and energized. They left the ferry after it docked at the landing, Sandy grabbing her overnight case and Sonny slinging his book bag over his shoulders. They quickly set out for a place to have breakfast, telling each other how hungry they were and how much they would eat. They went to a little cafe right off the landing and had two breakfast burritos each. Sonny ordered a large glass of milk and Sandy wanted fresh orange juice but settled for lemonade when they told her there wasn't any orange juice to be had until the ferry offloaded sometime in the next hour. They finished up their eating and headed over to the bed and breakfast to see if maybe they could check in early or, at least, store their bags before they went on their hike. They walked in the open front door of a two story Victorian style house with a sign in front announcing it to be the place they were staying, and introduced themselves to the woman in the parlor. She welcomed them warmly but told them that their room was still occupied and wouldn't be empty and cleaned before two that afternoon. She told them she'd be happy to watch over their two pieces of luggage though, and the couple happily set off for their hike. They walked over to the big Wrigley compound first, moving up that hill, staying on the road until the were well past the big house, before leaving the road and heading over towards the Southern face of the island. They saw some goats and took two separate hiking trails that kept them busy until after 12:00. They came back down into Avalon, looking down on the little village beforehand, and heading over to a seafood restaurant and having a leisurely lunch. Both had the special "catch of the day" which was tasty, along with large bowls of New England style clam chowder. Sonny having a bottle of Budweiser with his meal and Sandy having a Coke with hers. At about 1:50, Sonny checked his watch for at least the 100th time and signaled for the check. They paid their bill and strolled over to see if their room was ready at last. It was. They grabbed their bags, after signing the guest register and having Sonny allow the lady to imprint his Visa card, and walked upstairs to be shown their room. It was perfect, with a fantastic panoramic view of the entire harbor from the landing on their right, to the Casino off to their left. Sonny closed their room door right after their host had finally bid them goodbye. He turned back towards Sandy, who was still standing at the large window taking in the view. He scampered across the room to her quickly, finishing up standing close behind her, his arms encircling her waist, his head dipping down to kiss her neck as he pulled her, none too gently, even nearer to him. In less time than it takes to write about it, the two had turned, were kissing passionately, now facing each other and moving towards the queen sized bed. There was no pretense on either's part that this wasn't going to soon lead to what both hoped would turn out to be a toe tingling, mouth mashing full on assault, leading, inevitably, to a mutually satisfying sexual romp and culminating in multiple ejaculations and moaning orgasms. And, in fact, that is exactly what took place. When two young, healthy adults, sexually matched, both bent on seeking sexual enjoyment, find themselves alone, behind a closed and locked door, fearing neither interruption nor refusal, hot, blissful sex will nearly always take place, barring one of those participants being totally inept. Luckily for both Sonny and Sandy, there was no ineptness present. Soon, clothes were flying all over the room, covers and comforters, pillows and duvets hit the floor as the two prepared their stage. Satisfied at last that no impediment stood between them, they literally dove into each other. Sandy was sucked on and nibbled, bitten and licked, from her toes to her eyebrows, her eyes, ears, lips, pussy, ass hole and all points in between, Sonny made love to it if he could find it. Sandy was not content either to lay back and passively receive his attentions. She attacked his thick cock with all the gusto of a wino stumbling, most fortuitously, upon Ernest and Julio's private unlocked cellar. She somehow had opened wide, and with a single plunge, swallowed him whole, the back of her throat vibrating like a host of ululating Kuwaiti's welcoming the arrival of that long caravan of liberating supply trucks and Humvees during the first Gulf war. In fifteen seconds she had his first exploding ejaculation, rising up from somewhere down near his toes, themselves curled at an impossible angle, out through his balls and cock to spurt directly down her hungry gullet and into her welcoming stomach. The strength and reaction of his copious emission being so great that he was able to propel his curled tongue an additional inch into her ass, his scream of completion sending enough air into her to expand her sphincter and allow deeper penetration. The preliminaries thus completed, the two lovers turned around and began to experience primary coitus. Sonny's cock never gave even the slightest hint of losing full erection. It slid effortlessly into her hungry, well lubricated, pussy, stretching the walls but feeling so good that she rose up to meet his initial thrust. Their tongues met and each tasted of themselves. There was no withdrawal here either. Sonny tasted some slight amount of his tangy sperm that he didn't find repugnant in the least and Sandy surely didn't mind tasting her ass oils second hand. They each wanted to crawl and claw, if necessary, as deeply into each other as they could reach. Time didn't stand still, it sped up ridiculously, as they devoured each other, pushing themselves well beyond what they would have thought themselves capable of. Finally, as with all things, his cock announced itself incapable of further performance. His balls, once swollen and heavy with seed, were now empty and gave every indication of being once again ready to retreat back up inside him. In spite of Sandy's many copious spendings and her natural lubrications, his dick had somehow managed to get chaffed and raw. Sandy, after losing count of her orgasms, was ready to run up her own flag of surrender, would have much earlier, if she'd only thought of it, and had had the energy. She had squirted such a volume of liquids from her poor, pounded out, pussy that she briefly considered going to the hospital for an IV to replace her lost fluids and electrolytes. For the first time in her life she understood the real meaning of the term, "all fucked out". Sonny lay on his back, gasping, praying for at least one lungful of air, thinking to himself that all those girls who'd told him that it felt better without a condom were absolutely right. He just wished he had the energy, right then, to ask Sandy whether she was on any kind of birth control. They spoke no words, laying on their backs, and touching solely at their shoulders. They both closed their eyes and fell right asleep. Sonny's last thought was should he tell her: "I love you"; Sandy's last thought was to hope that she was just going to sleep, not dying. When Sandy woke up, it was 11:00 at night, Sonny was up on his elbow, staring into her newly opened eyes. "I love you." Both spoke as one. They lay awake the rest of that night, talking, planning, baring their souls, each describing as honestly as they knew how, their previous sexual encounters and experiences. They both agreed, that, compared to what had earlier taken place between the two of them, their earlier experiences really didn't amount to much. ------- Chapter 4 Sonny and Sandy got off the Catalina Island Ferry, soon after it docked in Newport late Sunday afternoon. They had both been much changed by their experiences together over the previous 36 hours. Their emotional high was still kicked in and they felt extremely close to each other, attuned and in rhythm. Both were starting their college classes the next morning and, while excited at the prospect, both wished that they'd had more time together, to get to really bond with each other, before the school year began. Sonny drove immediately over to his house and the two went inside so that Sonny could introduce her to his parents. The elder Sesto's were very surprised at his taking this action, neither remembering him bringing a girl home for them to meet before. They both thought that Sandy seemed very nice, was polite and very attractive, but they worried that she might not be healthy since she walked with a slight limp and had dark circles under her eyes. Upon closer examination, they noticed that Sonny looked less fit than usual and looked like he'd been up all night or something. Sonny took Sandy up to his room and allowed her to see all his collected memorabilia, trophies, pictures and anything she expressed an interest in seeing. She was fascinated by the size of his walk in closet and by the amount of clothes he'd acquired. They laughed about the fact that Sonny had a one gross box of condoms in his closet. When Sandy opened the box and saw that it was more than half empty, she gave him a questioning look. "All my friends always come to borrow from me." He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "You must have a lot of friends, then." She too was smiling. "I guess, I know that I go through a box like that every couple months." He caught her arm as she turned and pretended to punch him. They kissed then, standing in his closet, but, in a matter of minutes, were making out on Sonny's bed. There was a quieter passion than the evening before, not as insistent, more comfortable. They didn't try to make love, but they did get themselves worked up a bit, settling for extended foreplay that stopped when they both realized that too firm of a touching brought some pain with the pleasure. They finally got up from the bed, straightened out their clothes, and headed back downstairs. The couple said goodbye to Sonny's folks and headed back out to drive over to Sandy's house. They snuggled on the drive over, talking the whole time, making plans for the following weekend. They both planned on speaking together at least daily on the phone, wanting to keep in close contact throughout their time apart. When the got to West Covina, Sandy brought him in to meet her mom and step father. They sat around in the living room, getting acquainted with each other. Jill and Tom asked him the usual parent/date questions, but, since he'd just spent the past day and a half with their daughter, they didn't get into what they expected from him as far as decent behavior. After a few minutes, Sandy took him out to the backyard and showed him the pool. They did a little making out back there before she walked him out to his car and they kissed goodbye. The next day, after school, the two were talking on the phone, catching up on each other's day, when Sandy, without any warning, just asked Sonny what was the sexiest thing that ever happened to him before he met her. He thought for a minute and then decided that he should try be honest with her since they were just starting out and he'd want her to be honest with him too. "I guess that would have to have been the summer when I was sixteen, I started going out with this cute little girl, her name was Sheila. The sexy thing happened after we'd been going out together for only a week or two. She had been in a couple of my classes at school that year, but we'd never really talked or anything until I saw her at the beach early that that summer. She was sitting alone on her towel when I came walking by and noticed her. I stopped, recognizing her, and said hi to her. We talked for a minute or two, about school and guys we both knew, and she saw that I was alone and invited me to sit down with her. We were just talking for awhile, and just before I left to go play some golf, I took a chance and asked her out for that night. She said Ok and I got her address and we set up a time and everything. We went out, to a movie I think, and we made out in my car afterwards. She just let me do anything I wanted to with her. I even asked her a couple times, you know, afraid I was moving too fast, and she just said 'no, that's OK, whatever you want.' It was weird, but exciting too. So I asked her about what she meant when she said anything. She looked me right in the eyes and told me that she meant that she'd let me do anything to her that I wanted to. We went out a few times, and she did let me do anything. Once, just out of curiosity, I even came out and asked her if anything included doing things with other people besides me. She took my hand, sucking each of my fingers, one at a time, and then she told me she'd do anything I told her to do. At first I was weirded out by the whole thing, wondering about her, but, the more I thought about the possibilities, the more of a turn on it got to be. After a while had passed, I had thought about it so much, that I just had to put her to the test. The first thing I did was I had her give me head in my car while two other guys I knew from school were standing right next to my car door, talking to me about school things. They couldn't believe she was doing it, and neither could I at first. After a minute I told her to stop, and she did. She sat back up, tucked my dick back in my pants and acted like nothing had happened. Later, when we were alone, I found out how turned on she'd gotten, her panties were soaked, and I asked her if sucking me in front of those guys had gotten her more hot than usual. She told me that it had, then I asked her if she'd have sucked them too if I'd asked her to. She thought about it for a little while and then she said that she would have, and that she'd have fucked them too if I told her too." Sonny quit talking, but he then realized that he'd been massaging his erection while he spoke. He quit, a little embarrassed at himself. "So, what happened? It sounds like you two were actually matched up pretty good." It sounded to Sonny like Sandy was breathing a little funny herself as she was talking. He made a mental note to get into this again with her when they were actually face to face. "I was at a party with her, a pool party, and several of us were in the water just playing grab ass. There were four of us guys in the water plus Sheila. The rest of the party had moved inside, so we were alone except for us five. I told her that I had been talking to some of my friends, and I gestured with my head to include the guys in the pool. Then I said I was thinking of having her get really nasty with me and my friends. She looked around quickly, seeing the other guys standing around quietly in the pool, just watching us and not saying anything. She didn't say anything to make me think she was objecting, she just kind of rolled her shoulders a little. I was sitting up on the edge of the pool by now, and I pulled down my trunks and asked Sheila to play with my dick, which she did. I told her I was going to have her suck me and then I'd let the other three guys fuck her, one after another, from behind. I told her to take off her swimsuit bottoms if she wanted to do that. It was Freddy and Mark from the band, and a guy named Ken from my neighborhood. She asked me if I really wanted her to fuck them all and I told her yes. She took off her bottoms and then began to blow me. I gave Freddy a signal and he got behind her and pushed his dick into her. All three of the guys did her, lasting, altogether, a grand total of about ten minutes, pretty pathetic really. After I came, she just put her suit bottoms back on, got out of the pool and dried herself off and went back inside. I waited out by the pool, talking with the guys for another half hour before we all went back to the party. When I looked for her, she had left the party and gone home. The next day she called me and told me that she hated me and never wanted to see me again. I felt bad, maybe a little bit ashamed too, but that night in the pool had been really exciting for me too." "I don't blame her, that wasn't very nice of you to treat her that way. You took advantage of her, maybe she loved you and just wanted to make you happy. When you had her put out for your friends, she knew you must not really care for her." "I don't think that was it. About a week later she came over to my house to tell me she was over being mad, then we went up to my room for awhile. When we got done fucking, she practically begged me to call some of my friends over so they could do her too. All through the rest of high school she got me to set up little trains for her to pull. She said that she liked four guys the best, said it was the perfect number for her. She married a guy right after high school and I haven't seen her in a couple years. Ken told me a few months ago that she still likes to take on a few guys at once. He said he did her in a car with three other guys in the parking lot of our local Burger King one night last March. Hell, it was her car. She told Ken that her husband knows and watches their kid when she goes out on him. She told him that he likes to hear her tell him all about it afterwards." "Oh, well I guess it takes all kinds. I'd never agree to do anything like that, so don't even ask." She laughed as she said it. "You mean you wouldn't like to have me holding you down, slipping my cock in and out of your mouth while another guy fucked that sweet little pussy of yours? Maybe take us both on at the same time? You know, Sandy, as hot as you get, I'd be very surprised, if there haven't been times when you were willing to just let yourself go a little bit. Are you telling me you've never even thought about it?" "No way. Quit talking about it or I'm going to start thinking you're being serious. I don't find those kind of things exciting at all." Sandy was almost ready to cum as she talked. Her fingers had been busy in and around her seeping quim for the past fifteen minutes. In spite of her words, her body was really responding strongly to the situation that Sonny had been discussing. She knew that she would soon have a new favorite fantasy for her masturbations. "OK, that's your story, but, if you ever feel like a little walk on the wild side, you let me know. I'd better let you go now so you can finish your jogging." "Jogging? What jogging?" "Well, I'd just assumed from the way you've been breathing so hard into the phone that you were outside jogging." Sonny laughed when he heard her gasp at what he said. "You are so bad. I'm gonna get you for that." Sandy was in a race now, trying to get to the finish line without Sonny knowing what she had been doing. "So tell me Sandy, and be honest, have you been sitting in your bedroom stirring your sweet little honeypot while I've been trying to honestly answer your question? Is what I've told you striking some kind of sympathetic chord deep down inside you?" "Maybe I have been playing with myself a little bit, thinking about last weekend, but if I have it's only because talking to you keeps reminding me and that just makes me horny. I can assure you that it's not because I'm turned on by any thoughts of getting gang banged or something." Tremors were shooting through her stomach and her pulsating pussy walls as she spoke, her voice reflecting her very advanced arousal. She could tell this was going to be a strong one, a fine film of perspiration had formed on her upper lip and she licked it off, savoring the salty taste of her sweat. "So what's the sexiest thing that ever happened to you before you met me?" Sandy didn't hear that question as she had dropped her phone and was writhing around on her bed, totally oblivious to the world around her, consumed by her orgasm and the wild images and thoughts racing through her head. Sonny waited for a few seconds, listening to her thrashing around, then he hung up his phone, grinning a feral grin and rubbing at a huge wet spot on the front of his shorts. The conversation just concluded encouraging his hope that Sandy would turn out to be his "Dream Girl" after all. ------- Chapter 5 Tuesday, after classes, Sonny again called Sandy and they chatted about school, each other's day, and other, more inconsequential things. It soon became apparent that neither was willing to return to the previous evening's hot topic, not that both hadn't been thinking quite a bit about that conversation. Sonny asked Sandy if she'd like to go dancing with him on Friday night. He told her it was a different band this time and that she'd probably like them as well as the last one they'd gone to hear and dance to. They arranged to meet in Anaheim, at the Anaheim White House, to go to dinner. Sonny told Sandy that it was a dressy kind of place and that he'd be wearing a dark blue suit. When they got to the restaurant, Sandy was impressed with how fancy it was. They ate in the Richard Nixon Room, their view was mostly of a burger restaurant next door, but the food was excellent, and the company was as well. Sandy was wearing a nice grey coctail dress with a perfect little single strand of pearls. She had tiny pearl earrings and a matching grey beaded handbag. Her hair was fixed so that it was all gathered in the back and it looked much shorter than before. Sonny told her that he liked her long hair, and he was relieved when she told him that she hadn't cut any of it off, turning to show him the tight bun in the back. They both had the Sonoma Quail, stuffed with Italian Polenta and fresh herbs over portobella mushrooms with an aged port wine glace. It was quite good, but expensive. They had a small bottle of wine, recommended by their server, and it was excellent as well. After dinner, they stopped off at a Macdonald's and changed into more casual clothing. While she was changing, Sandy took her hair down and brushed it to a nice sheen. Sandy laughed when Sonny insisted on getting an order of fries to go, but, back in his car, she helped him polish it off. They left her car in the Macdonald's lot and the two of them drove the short distance over to The Boogie Nite Club on Manchester in Anaheim. This was another 18-21 club that had live bands on the weekends. The band was good, the house was packed and the noise level high. They danced and had a great time, staying until midnight and then heading back to Macdonald's for a Bic Mac and a shake each. Sonny preferred the chocolate, but Sandy loved the strawberry. After they left Macdonald's, they sat out in Sandy's car for another hour, Sonny trying to get her to come over to his house to spend the night and Sandy insisting that she wouldn't feel right doing that with his parents at home. In the end, they just went back to kissing and Sonny got out after awhile and watched her drive away. Saturday morning Sonny drove over to West Covina and the two of them spent the day together hiking in the foothills and having a nice picnic at a park on their way back. Sonny came in to her house and the two of them had a terrific petting session on the living room sofa until Sandy heard her mom and step dad's car pulling into the garage after they'd been fooling around for an hour. They had both agreed that Sunday would be set aside for studying and organizing their upcoming week in school. Sonny was feeling a little bit deprived on the ride home, it having been more than a week since he and Sandy had had sex back on Catalina. He sure hoped he wasn't going to have to wait too long to get some more loving from her. He liked to kiss and make out as much as the next guy, but still, it was nice to get the real thing once in awhile too. He called her Sunday morning, to say hello and to let her know that he was thinking about her. They talked for a half hour before Sonny got up the nerve to try to resume their earlier conversation. "So, you never did answer my question about the sexiest thing that you did before you met me." "When did you ask me that question, Sonny?" "When we were talking last week, just before you finished your jogging." He laughed softly into the receiver, trying to keep it light. "I think you might have dropped the phone when you got a cramp or something. I heard a few sounds and you sounded like you might have been in some distress." Sandy hesitated, asking herself how open she really wanted to be here. "OK, let's see, sexiest, there've been so many, let me think for a minute. I already told you about my threesome with the girls on the softball team, and about giving my brother in law, Jim my first blow job and my cherry, they were all sexy. I guess I'd have to say that the sexiest thing, before I met you, was the time I sucked off the Donaldson twins in the back of their father's car when their parents were sitting about twenty feet away from us. I was only 15, but I'd been teasing poor Timmy all day, and I guess, I finally just got so turned on that I lost control for a little bit. I was just going to suck Timmy's cock, since he was my boyfriend and all, but Tommy's looked exactly the same and I just couldn't resist. We were all on a weekend camping trip to Cachuma Lake, just north of Santa Barbara. It was the Donaldson's, our family, including Donna, my sister, and some friends of the Donaldson's that they knew from church or something, I can't remember their names, but they had a girl about a year younger than me and her name was Terri. She was fourteen, but well developed for her age, and she'd been right in there earlier, teasing the twins as much as I was. She loved to accidently flash her hairy pussy to anyone who wanted a peek. We'd been in the lake, cooling off most of the morning and after lunch, we did some swimming, but mostly we just sat in the water near the edge and talked. Timmy and I did some touching, under the water, but just mostly innocent brushing up against or things like that. We did some kissing too, but not much. Tommy and Terri did more than us, she let him play with her pussy under the water for at least ten minutes, and Tommy told Tim that she'd played with his dick inside his trunks while he was fingering her. Afterwards, she just stood right up in the water and showed all of us her pussy when she pulled up her swimsuit bottoms. It was casual, like she didn't really care who knew what she'd been doing. I thought I was a tease, but she had me beat all to hell. And, to make matters even worse, her tits were way bigger than mine. After dinner, none of the parents would let any of us kids go back in the lake. They said we had to stay close by the campsite. When it got dark out, Tim asked his dad if we could sit in his car and listen to some music. His dad said OK, but he also said we had to leave all the windows down on the car, and we had to play the music low enough that none of the neighbors were bothered by it. After about ten minutes in the car, Tim and I were in the back and Terri and Tommy were up front, Terri gets all pissed off about something Tommy said and just hops out of the car and walks over to her family's tent and goes to bed. It got a little awkward after that with Timmy and Tommy arguing about how Tommy had screwed it up for the rest of us. Finally, Tommy gets out and leaves the two of us alone. Mr. and Mrs. Donaldson are sitting at their campfire, about 20 feet away from us, so we just did a little poking and prodding together. I touched his dick and ran my finger up and down it a few times and I let him try to get a little feel of my pussy, but I kept my legs tightly closed and really made him work for it. Just when I was really starting to get worked up enough to relax my legs a little and let him maybe get a finger under my bathing suit leg hole, Tommy comes back to the car and jumps in the back with us. We couldn't believe it, just because he'd messed up with Terri, he decided he didn't want Tim and I to have any fun either. There was almost a fight in that back seat, but finally, everybody came to their senses and decided that we either let Tommy have his way or we called it a night and went our separate ways. We made a deal with Tommy that he could sit quietly listening to the music if he agreed to leave us alone and to not bother us anymore. He wouldn't agree to get up in the front seat though, saying he liked it better in the back. Timmy was just as stubborn, saying he wasn't going to move either. So the three of us sat there, in the back, listening to music, the two of us hoping that Tommy would get tired of acting like a jerk finally, and leave us alone. About ten minutes later, when it became obvious to Tim and I that we weren't going to be left alone, we just went back to kissing, trying to just ignore Tommy. Soon, I had my hand back in his lap and was rubbing his cock and he was back trying to get a finger under my suit bottoms. For some reason, I was getting hotter just thinking about Tommy and his parents being so close. I knew that Tommy was watching everything, but the idea of risking getting caught by Tim's parents was pretty damn exciting too. When Tim started playing with my titty, I kind of let my legs relax and he snaked a finger under the suit and into my very wet pussy. I was turned away from Tommy, trying to keep him from seeing too much and then I felt a hand on my ass. I knew Tim didn't have three hands, so it had to be Tommy, but I didn't say anything. I was just going to let Timmy finger me for another minute and then I'd call a halt to the whole thing. It was feeling good, and, like I said, I was really turned on. The plan I had for quitting went right out the window though as soon as Tommy got one of his fingers under my suit and began toying with my asshole. I've always been sensitive there and I'm sure I jumped a foot when he first did that. Tim knew right away what Tommy was up to, but he didn't say anything either. The next thing I know, Timmy has his cock out and he's pushing my head down onto his lap. Tommy's got his finger up to the first knuckle in my bottom and Timmy is fingering my pussy really nice and flicking my clit with his thumb. So, I let Tim feed me that four inch dick of his and proceeded to swallow it whole. He came in about ten seconds, wiggling around like he wanted to get away from me all the while I'm trying to swallow it all so we don't mess up his father's nice cloth upholstery. The entire bizarre situation had gotten to me in a big way by then, so as soon as I'm sure Tim is totally drained, I turn right around, popping Tommy's finger right out of my ass and dive headfirst into his lap, grabbing his dick, an identical four inches, and slurp it down as well. He had about the same staying power as Tim and I'm finished with the two of them with less than about a minute of sucking them both. Right after that, before either of them can say a single word, I crawled over Tommy and jumped out of that car and went to the tent I was sharing with my sister. She starts right in on me, asking me why I'm so upset and flushed. I tell her, too frazzled to even think about lying, and, before I'm even finished telling her, the two of us are laughing so hard that my mom comes out of their tent to tell us to quiet down. Later that night, Terri sneaks over to our tent and asks me what happened in the car after she left. I told her that she got Tommy so worked up that he practically tried to rape me right after she left. I told her I had to suck him off just to get him to leave me alone. She got up and ran back to her tent right after that and she and her parents left their campsite sometime during the night. I never saw her again. I did see Timmy and Tommy a lot after that, but only one at a time." Sonny looked down at his cum filled pants, wondering if this girl had any idea of what she'd just put him through. One part of him was absolutely convinced that she'd made the entire story up as she went along, the rest of him believed every single word of it. Sandy was doing a little thinking herself, right after hanging up the phone, wondering why she never mentioned the fact that Donna had eaten Terri's pussy in their tent that night and that Terri had left right after Donna finished with her, even though Sandy was hoping to get a turn with her as well. ------- Chapter 6 The following week Sandy and Sonny were busy with school. Sonny was practicing golf every afternoon for three or four hours, beating at least 500 golf balls on the driving range each day and trying to break in a new putter. Putting had always been his weakest skill in golf. He was a good putter, but certainly not great at it. For the past year he'd averaged just under 33 putts per round. He'd just switched over to a new Scotty Cameron Futura model putter that he was beginning to feel very comfortable standing over putts with. He was hoping, with practice, to translate this added comfort into lower scores on the course. Sandy was really enjoying her classes. She liked the freedom to pace herself at studying and was happy that she had elected to only carry 14 hours of classes for her first semester. She liked walking around the campus, and she also liked all the attention she received from the army of young men who seemed to be everywhere as she moved around between classes. Had she been so inclined, she could have had dates for every night of the week. She limited herself to looking and casual conversation though, wanting to concentrate the bulk of her free time and socializing on Sonny. Monday night Sonny called her and they talked about the upcoming weekend. Sonny told her about the cabin his parents owned in Blue Jay, close to Lake Arrowhead. He asked her if she'd like to go up there Friday night and come back on Sunday. Sandy said she'd have to check with her mom, but that she thought it would be OK. She promised to let him know for sure by Wednesday. Sandy coyly asked Sonny what they could do together up in the mountains since it was too early for skiing season. He told her that he'd enjoy making a few runs up and down some of her slopes, and then told her that they had a jacuzzi out on the patio that had a killer view and that there were literally hundreds of great hiking trails up in that area. He promised that he'd show her a good time. "Well, do you promise that it will be as good a time as we had on Catalina?" Sandy was pulling on her nipples, enjoying the tiny tremors they sent through her body. "Oh yeah, better probably. This time I won't be so nervous around you. We can take our time and just enjoy being alone together." Sonny had his eyes closed, remembering the way Sandy looked as she lay underneath him that very first time in Catalina. His cock was lengthening at the thought, anticipating another pleasurable experience with her. "You mean we'll be alone up there? You sure you won't have three or four of your friends waiting to jump out of the closet to ravish my beautiful body?" As she asked the question, Sandy was lying down on her bed, her shorts being kicked off her ankles, her pink panties being casually pushed to the side as her fingers began exploring her sensitivity. "I'd never pull a dumb stunt like that! Never. If my friends ever tried to do something like that I'd definitely make them sorry." Sonny sounded hurt that she'd even suggest such a thing, but she could tell that it was just an act on his part. She decided to goad him a little, tease him, and get him to admit his true nature. She was pretty sure, based on their last few conversations, that Sonny was probably very much into freaky sex. "If something like that were to happen, with your friends, and I allowed it to take place, would you be jealous?" She was not surprised to find that she was very moist between her legs, and that her every touch sent strong reactions from deep inside her core, radiating outward. "Yes, definitely jealous. I'm not sure I can even stand to picture it. I'm jealous just sitting here right now." His dick, sticking straight up, with his palm firmly gripping it, waved its agreement with every word he spoke. It was turning an angry red from the blood pulsing into it. He was a little bit light headed as he pictured Sandy's face plunging up and down in his lap while he watched a big cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Closing his eyes, he could almost hear the sound of the guys hips slapping against that gorgeous ass, pushing that cock as deep as it could go while she went beserk sucking his pole. "Well, I wouldn't want to make you jealous. Were you jealous when Sheila did it with your friends in that pool?" Sandy was picturing a scene not too different from what Sonny had told her about at that pool party. The biggest difference was it was Sandy being held as she sucked Sonny's dick and that cute drummer, Freddie, was pouring it to her from behind. "Yes, I was jealous, more than I thought I'd be, but I was also very turned on by it. It is hard for me to explain. I wanted them to fuck her. I wanted her to want to be fucked by them. I wanted it to happen, but I was still very jealous. The first few times she asked me to set it up for other guys to fuck her, I was jealous. After awhile though, I realized that she had reached the point where she only wanted sex if it was with three or four guys at a time, never just her and I anymore, then, I stopped being jealous. That's when I finally stopped thinking of her as my girlfriend. After that she was just another sexual experience. A very exciting experience that I remember vividly and fondly." Sonny had opened his eyes during the last part of what he was saying, surprised at the volume of pre-cum that had been steadily dribbling out of his cock. "What if she'd only wanted to be gang fucked every once in awhile, but wanted to be only with you the rest of the time, would you have kept her as your girlfriend?" Sandy found herself pausing her fingers, giving her pussy a rest, while she was straining to hear what his answer would be. She knew that, no matter what, someday she'd be lying on a bed somewhere, every orifice filled with cum from the spendings of four or more cocks, every nerve ending in her body screaming for more. She just wasn't sure yet whether Sonny would be around when it happened. "Probably, she was cute, easy to get along with, and very talented in bed, so yes, I'd probably have kept her. If she'd treated it only as a special occasion kind of thing, who knows. You seem pretty interested, asking me some of these questions and all, is it just possible that you have been thinking about it?" Sonny was struggling hard to keep his voice as even and as casual as he could make it. He didn't want to scare her off, but he needed to know if she had any interest. At that moment, to him, nothing was more important. "Ha Ha, you wish. Sorry to bust your bubble there, Sonny. I'm not saying I haven't ever had a thought about something like that, in a fantasy kind of way, but it would really have to be a very special set of circumstances before I'd do anything remotely like that." Sandy was regretting that she hadn't thought to get her big rubber dildo out of her drawer before she layed down on her bed. She was thinking it would really help her out right about then. "Like what? The special set of circumstances I mean." Sonny was back stroking his cock with a purpose now. All that lubricant was flying around, the friction feeling better as he moved. He felt a big load building up as he stroked himself. "If I found myself stranded on an island with three or four good looking, and very horny guys, and I was sure they'd rape me anyway, I might possibly agree to do them all at the same time, maybe. Much more likely that I'd just pick one and hope he could protect me from the others. Less likely that I'd pick two, just to be sure they could protect me." Sandy could picture herself lining those cute guys up, encouraging the best ones to get back in line when they were done. Goddamn, she sure wished she had something to stick in her pussy right about then! "That's it?" Sonny was disappointed that she had eliminated anything he might be able to get set up. "That's it as far as me ever pulling a train. There's a far greater likelihood, although still a slim chance at best, that I could be talked into two guys at once. I would first have to be in a whimsical mood, maybe a little drunk, definitely very horny, and it would have to be the right two guys. I might, this being somewhat more likely, be talked into a threesome with a guy and another girl too, if everything happened to click together just perfectly. These are two things that, while I've never done them, I've thought about occasionally, those few times while I was lying in bed, trying to get to sleep, and happened to have my fingers under the covers, checking my navel for lint." "So, if one guy, or one girl jumped out of the closet, this weekend, how upset would you be?" "Upset enough that I probably won't agree to go there with you now." "Sandy! I thought we were just talking here. There isn't going to be anybody waiting in any closets up there. It will just be you and me. I'll be too busy getting myself more familiar with the two of us, I won't want to even think about any of that other stuff. Come on!" "I will let you know on Wednesday whether I can go this weekend. Please don't try to push me too fast with these kind of things, Sonny. I'm just getting to know you. I'm maybe a little adventurous sometimes too, but I'll never be as kinky as you're sounding like you'd want me to be. I like to kid around, discussing the unlikely possibilities, but I'm not ready, by a long ways, to actually do anything like you're talking about." ------- Chapter 7 Sonny was very nervous as he waited for Sandy to answer her phone that Wednesday evening. When the two had talked the night before, Sandy had been very noncommittal about whether she'd be going with him on the weekend. He really hoped she would get over being upset with him. He was looking forward to the weekend, and didn't have any fall back plan in the event she decided against going to the cabin with him. After four rings, her answer machine message came on. "Shit, this isn't good." He said into the phone. When the message tone beeped he left her a message to call him when she got in. He stayed up until 11:00 that evening and went to bed disappointed that she didn't call him back. He left her three messages on Thursday, and went to bed starting to get pissed, late Thursday night. Friday, his pride making him stubborn, he refused to even try to call her, and decided to head up to the cabin alone. He turned off his cell phone and spent the weekend by himself, reading, hiking and doing a lot of thinking about Sandy, school, golf, friends and life in general. By the time he returned home on Sunday night, he decided that he was ready to move on with his life. He had quite a few messages on his phone, but none were from her. 'Fuck her' he thought, 'there's no shortage of cute girls around here, I'm sure I'll find another one just as good.' He went to sleep early Sunday night and made a real effort to shut Sandy out of his dreams. Sandy had spent her whole weekend wondering why she was acting like she was. Her not answering her phone on Wednesday had started out as a lark. Somehow, with each unanswered phone call and message, her resolve to leave him hanging increased. By Friday morning, she had decided that she'd use the weekend to study and get ahead in her reading. Somewhere, at least in the back of her mind, was also the thought that doing this would somehow strengthen her bargaining position with Sonny. She had been thinking, after replaying Monday's conversation in her mind, that he was beginning to act like she was just another fuck toy to him, and that certainly wasn't what she wanted him to think when he thought of her. By the time Wednesday rolled around again and Sonny hadn't tried to contact her for almost a week, Sandy began to realize that maybe Sonny wasn't like all her previous boyfriends. His failure to keep trying to get in contact with her was really starting to bother her. At 9:00 that evening, she placed a call to him, getting his voice mail after a single ring. Rather than just leaving him a voice mail message, she hung up knowing that Sonny had caller ID. When she finally realized that Sonny wasn't going to call her, late that next weekend, she decided to write him off too. They had reached a stalemate that left neither happy or better off, but both seemed to feel that they had achieved the best possible conclusion under the circumstances. The following Monday, by early afternoon, Sandy had accepted two offers for dates for the coming weekend, dates from boys who struck up separate conversations with her after two of her classes. Driving home that afternoon, Sandy admitted to herself that neither young man was in Sonny's league in terms of looks or personality. What they did have going for them though was that they were both very interested in her, and were seemingly both anxious to be in her company under her terms. She concluded that they would both do nicely in solving her current main problem, being home on a weekend without a date. It was past time, at least in her opinion, that she stopped moping after Sonny and got on with her life. Sonny was the most exciting man she'd ever been with, but she was sure that there would be many more that could match the spark they'd seemed to have with each other. Friday night her date with Tom started out pretty well. He took her to the Olive Garden, they talked and ate and seemed to have some things in common, like shared musical tastes and a dual passion for pasta. They left the restaurant and then drove out to a movie that both expressed an interest in seeing. After the movie, which was a little disappointing to both, they drove around a little, then he took her home and they wound up kissing in his car in front of her house. After only a few minutes of kissing, Sandy was reluctantly willing to admit that Tom wasn't going to be the one to replace Sonny in her affections. There wasn't any electricity between the two of them. She even let him touch her breasts for a minute, trying to get herself more involved in the excitement he seemed to be feeling towards her, but even that didn't do anything for her. Saturday afternoon, Jimmy took her to a Dodgers game. Jimmy was a committed jock, not only an active participant, but a huge fan and avid sports viewing enthusiast. By the time they left the game, a rout of the home team, Sandy knew every position he'd ever played, every batting average, every exciting on field happening that Jim had been involved in starting from Little League T-Ball, right up to his current starting shortstop position at Cal State Fullerton. This information mostly having arrived after Sandy made it exceedingly clear that her interest in baseball and most other sports was minimal. Jimmy got a perfunctory peck on the cheek at the door and no encouragement whatsoever when he inquired about doing something together the following weekend. Sandy had achieved her main goal of getting out and around for the weekend, but she was very unhappy over the quality of the time she spent on these two dates, especially the last one. Sonny spent the whole second weekend working at his golf game. He thought about Sandy often over the weekend, mostly with regret, admitting to himself that he'd really let a good one get away from him. He still didn't think that he'd said or done anything bad enough to deserve the treatment he'd received from Sandy. He regretted not being able to spend additional time with her. No woman had ever gotten him as excited as she had, physically or mentally. He had really wanted to get serious with this girl, maybe even married serious. That thought, which just popped into his head unbidden, seemed somehow, to magnify his feelings of loss and regret. After another week had passed, that Sunday night, unable to get her out of his mind for more than a few hours, Sonny picked up his phone and hit the one, his speed dial for Sandy. Until last month, number one had always been his phone number for home. "Hello?" Sandy had picked up after the second ring, her caller I.D. letting her know it was Sonny on the other end. After her two rather mediocre weekend dates, she wasn't about to take any more chances with losing Sonny by not answering his call. "Hi Sandy, how have you been?" Sonny tried to keep his voice confident and friendly. Oh, hi Sonny. You know, busy with school and stuff, how about you?" "Me too, studying, practicing my golf, trying to keep everything going. I missed you up at the cabin that weekend. I finally wound up giving the place a good cleaning since I ran out of things to do. The hiking was OK, but it isn't so much fun when you have to do it alone. In fact, most of the things I did alone up there weren't that much fun. I sure wished you'd have been there. Your phone get lost or something? Every time I tried calling I couldn't get through. I was worried about you." "I don't know about the phone. I never got any messages from you. I was worried about that too, but when I called you, your voice mail answered right away. I just assumed you were away from service and would call me back. I was looking forward to the cabin too. I spent the whole weekend alone, sitting by the phone. When you didn't call me back, I just assumed you'd found somebody else and had dumped me." "I left you lots of messages, so when you didn't return any of them I just assumed that either your phone was on the Fritz, or else you'd dumped me over that little fight we'd had about people jumping out of closets. Believe me when I say that dumping you never entered into my mind." "Well, I was concerned over that conversation. It sounded like you were only interested in me as a replacement for Sheila. I'm not like that, so I was worried. Of course, after going without any loving for so long, ever since Catalina, I will admit that I was thinking some pretty horny thoughts by the time Friday came around, and maybe I did start looking in every closet in the house that whole weekend, but I didn't find anything or anyone to help me with my little problem. Maybe it's a good thing I wasn't up there with you last weekend, I might have done something nasty for you and later we both might have regretted it." Sandy was having a good time with her end of the conversation. She was relieved that Sonny had given in and called her first. She wanted to show him that she could be a good sport too. "Nasty? For me? Like what?" Sonny couldn't believe how well things were going. He knew damn well that she had gotten all his phone messages. He was just relieved she wasn't going to try to get him to eat too much shit to get back into her good graces. Hell, he thought, she was starting to sound like she missed him as much as he missed her. This thought prompted him to keep the conversation in her corner. Let her tell him what she was thinking and then see how it matched up with his hopes. "Well, for one thing, I'd have fucked you stupid. I was so horny for you that whole weekend. I was thinking about Catalina, and I was thinking about things we might have done in the cabin. My pussy was so wet the whole weekend. Sometimes I get like that, with sex being practically all I can think about. I even had this little fantasy when I was playing with myself. It was on that Saturday night, after I knew you weren't coming to take me to the cabin. I was lying naked in my bed, thinking about you, missing you, and, after awhile, I started thinking about that pool thing with Sheila, that you had told me about. I started wondering what I'd do, how I'd react, if you held me down and forced me to fuck a couple friends of yours like that. I even closed my eyes after awhile, and imagined myself sucking on your fat cock while thinking about what it might be like, me feeling somebody else fucking himself into me from behind. It's like I said earlier though, it's a good thing you didn't come get me that Friday, I was so horny that I might have even let you talk me into really acting crazy, instead of just fantasizing about it. I'll tell you this much, in my fantasy I turned into a very nasty slut and everybody ended up getting some of my little pussy. In real life, that whole weekend, I spent so much time with my fingers trying, unsuccessfully, to substitute for your cock, that I didn't get a lick of studying done." She was giggling excitedly as she shared these thoughts and imaginings with him. She knew he was eating all of this up and she was paying him back a little for the past couple of weeks. "You've got to stop telling me these things Sandy, I'm almost starting to cry. It isn't because of any fantasy either, yours or mine, but because we both missed out on a great chance to be together. I don't know when, or even if, we'll ever get another chance to be alone anywhere like we could have been at the cabin. My dad is in the process of selling the cabin right now, he just told me that escrow will close in less than 30 days." Even though his story about the supposed sale was totally untrue, he'd just made it up right then, Sonny was already starting to miss that cabin. He really was sorry that he'd missed that opportunity with Sandy. "I'm sorry we missed out on it too, Sonny. The cabin, not my little fantasy. You missed out on the fantasy, but I put it to good use. I'm sure that, if we both work at it, we'll manage to get alone again someday and I'll bet we can make do with the reality that we can create alone, together. Who knows though, one of these times when we're alone together, I might start thinking about that pool thing with Sheila and get carried away by it enough to ask you to call a few of your buddies. It probably won't ever happen, but, after how good I came with my fantasy that night, I sure wouldn't say it was impossible. I'd have to be sure though that it wasn't something that both of us would later feel bad about." ------- Chapter 8 Sonny had a tight grip on his phone. Sandy was obviously baiting him, trying to get him to admit to still having an interest in sharing her body with his friends. He knew that he had no chance of successfully denying having such an interest, but he hoped he could at least temper her fears in that regard. He knew also that he had to be very careful about what he said right then. Another misstep would undoubtedly land him right back in the doghouse with her, and he didn't want to give away any of the progress that this phone call represented. "Sandy, I know you are just kidding around when you talk like that. I like role playing games too, pretending that we might do something wild, but knowing all the time that it is just that, pretending. I can even close my eyes and see us doing what you are describing. The problems would appear instantly though if either of us actually tried to set it into motion. I really care for you, and, because I really care, just the thought of sharing you with somebody else, even before we get to really know each other, turns my stomach into knots. I liked Sheila, I enjoyed being with her, but I didn't ever get to the point where I really cared for her. I did what I did with her mostly because those were the signals she was giving to me, that she'd like to be submissive, and that she wanted to be put into situations where she could be humiliated and used by several guys at once. I'm not saying I didn't get off on it too, but she was in control of her actions from the beginning to the end. Another thing, Sandy, she didn't need to be held down or forced. She always either asked for it to happen or else she gave her consent before things happened. She always was given the choice. In the fantasy you described, it sounds like you wanted to be forced into doing things. I could never be comfortable with doing that. Pretending to force you, I could do that if you wanted me to, asked me to." "Well, it was only a fantasy, like you said. In my fantasy, I found it more exciting to be held down and forced in the beginning. I was just kidding around with you a little too, because it is fun pretending to be different than you actually are. I also remember you asking me if I'd like to be held down while you fed me your cock and some other guy fucked me from behind. You put that image into my previously innocent mind. Sheila isn't typical of any of the girls that I've ever known. You hear stories of girls that are supposed to like being gang banged, but I've never met any girl that actually admitted to doing it with more than two partners at a time. A gang bang is really taking recreational sex to it's extreme. To be honest though, I have thought about it in the past and even had dreams about what it would be like to do something that outrageous and daring. That thing with the Donaldson twins was so totally spur of the moment for me. I was so embarrassed afterwards that I couldn't face them again for a month without my face turning a bright crimson. I was so ashamed, but very turned on by it too. I always got wet after that night whenever I saw either of them. It must be a conditioned reflex, like Pavlov's dog. I see either one, it's like a bell rings and my pussy starts to drool. I was so glad when they went out of state to college." "So now I know what to get you for a Christmas present, an 8X10 glossy of the Donaldson twins. You can look at it for ten minutes before every date we go on, just to make sure you get in the mood." "I'd rather have a nude picture of you for my purse. I'm sure that would work even better." "Maybe I'll get you a copy of the picture we used for our band posters. I'm not nude in it but I've got a pair of practically see through tights on and I've got a recognizable hard on in it too. I was a big Mick Jagger fan in those days." "That would work too. I hope there is a clear picture of that cute drummer too. He was the one I fantasized about being behind me while you held me down." "Freddy? You're in luck there, because I just happen to have three or four frontal nude pictures of him lying around here somewhere." "I'm sure there must be an interesting story behind how you managed to just happen to have them?" "There is, indeed. The story involves me, Freddy, and his sister Laurie There is also a brand new Polaroid camera, five cases of film, and a bottle of Relska vodka that all figure prominently in that story. I was 14 at the time, and so was Freddy. Laurie was 12, but already developing at the time the pictures were taken. I have some great nude pictures of her too. I was planning on giving them back to her as a gag wedding present when she and Mark get married. I've blackmailed both of them with those pictures for many years." "You got an innocent little 12 year old girl drunk and took nude pictures of her?" "No, Laurie got two innocent 14 year old boys drunk, waited until they passed out, then removed their clothes and took several highly embarrassing pictures after she had posed their unconscious bodies together in a lewd and totally misleading way. She then proceeded to pass out herself, awakening an hour after I did, totally mortified when I showed her the pictures I had posed and taken of her with her brother. The best of which showed her with her eyes closed and mouth open less than an inch away from his dick. I hid all the pictures before we woke Freddy up and he only knows about the three I showed him of him, and he thinks I took them." "Did you ever fuck her?" "Once, when I was 16. She came over to my house and used our phone. Her parents wouldn't let her call boys so she used our phone. She got herself all worked up talking on the phone and, somehow the two of us wound up in my bed about five minutes after she hung up. She started going out with Mark about a week later." "I'm jealous." "I was too, but Mark was bigger than me." "He looked shorter and skinnier to me." "He was, but Laurie was a size freak, the bigger the better. Mark was bigger, down there." "Oh. Well, don't feel bad, you're plenty big enough for me. Say though, do you happen to have Mark's number? Did you get any pictures of him?" "Enough woman!" The two of them enjoyed the bantering. They were getting relaxed again, more at ease with their kidding. "So, what time do you have your last class tomorrow?" "I get out of Creative Writing at 2:00. why?" "No golf practice tomorrow and my last class is out at 1:45. My mom and pop are going to be in Irvine at my sister's all day. They're watching her two kids until at least 9:00. Maybe you could come over and we could study or something?" "Would I have to use your phone and get all horny first?" "Nah, I'd let you look at Freddy's picture for a few minutes, that should do the trick." "If I do come over, would your closets be empty?" "Except for my clothes." "Then I'm not coming." "How about if I promise either Freddy or Mark will jump out? Maybe Laurie too." "I'll see you at 2:15. I remember how to get there. Keep your closet door closed, it makes it more exciting, me not knowing." "See you tomorrow. I just hope I can get to sleep tonight. It's like Christmas Eve when I was a kid. I couldn't sleep thinking about all the goodies coming my way the next day." "That's sweet. I've often thought of myself as a goodie. I'm glad you think of me that way too. Wrap a big red bow on my present." "You think of my cock as a present?" "No, silly boy. I meant for you to wrap a bow on whoever's hiding in your closet. Nitey Nite." ------- Chapter 9 Sonny got home the next day a little before 2:00. He had gotten up early that morning to straighten up and clean his bedroom and to put fresh linen on his queen sized bed. He opened his window to make sure his room was aired out by the time he returned. Just before he left for his classes, he gathered all his dirty laundry together and carried it downstairs to the laundry room. He hoped his mom didn't die from the shock of his being so helpful. When he got home that afternoon, he examined his room one final time, making sure to close his closet door completely before he walked downstairs and waited for Sandy to arrive. Sandy rang his door bell at around 2:20. She had been made late after she took a wrong turn off of Kellogg Blvd. taking a left immediately after turning in when she should have gone right. Sonny answered the door and invited her in. She was dressed in a short flared white tennis skirt with light blue top that clung to her bra encased breasts. She wore large soled tennis shoes that made her look taller and made her legs look longer. Her blonde hair looked freshly brushed and gave off a healthy sheen. Sonny thought she looked perfect. Better even than he remembered. He followed her into the living room and asked her if she wanted a drink. "Sure, anything diet would be great. I have to watch those calories closely while school is in. The competition is brutal with all those gorgeous girls at school. I don't want to let my ass get too fat." She did a little thing with her hips that made her thong covered ass come into view. "Maybe I should transfer schools then. I've never seen a single girl at Irvine that can even hold a candle to you when it comes to looks. If you've got competition at Fullerton, I'd like to see them. Your ass looks absolutely scrumptious from where I stand." Sonny was licking his lips appreciatively as he spoke. Just being in her presence was turning him on as much as fucking another girl would. He took a last look at her before turning and heading towards the kitchen to get their drinks. He brought her a diet Coke and he had a can of Kern's apricot nectar. They sat down together on the black leather couch and just looked at each other as they sipped at their drinks. Sonny looked even better to her than she remembered. She looked forward to the sex that she was sure was coming. "So, what are we going to study?" "I'm studying human anatomy, maybe we can begin there?" "I don't think so, I'm only a freshman. I won't get to anatomy until at least my junior year. Plus I'm not going pre-med so I might never need it. What else are you taking?" "Differential Equations, Meteorology, and Psycho-Linguistics, take your pick." "Ooh, I can help you with that Psycho-Linguistics if its anything like cunni-linguistics. I took some of that in my junior year of high school." "It's very similar, in fact. You need to lie on a bed naked while I put my face between your legs. I'll then put my tongue right up close to your clit and recite all the psycho-babble bullshit I can think of until you tell me to stop. I hope that you are a patient study partner because I'm hoping for an "A" this quarter and I'll need lots and lots of practice." "I'll try my best to help you Sonny. I want you to do well in school. I'm happy that you really want to study. At first I thought it was just some line you were using to lure me over here so that you could take me upstairs and fuck me." The two of them hugged and laughed and got up and walked upstairs to his bedroom. Sandy looked over at his closed closet door as soon as she entered his bedroom, but she didn't say anything or ask him any questions. She did notice a small spool of red ribbon on top of his dresser though and that sent a tiny shiver racing through her body. She took a seat on his bed and Sonny sat down beside her. They started kissing, taking their time, but in only a few minutes Sandy's shoes and blouse were off and her bra was loosened and laying just above her perky breasts. Sonny had one nipple and aureole in his mouth, noisily licking and sucking, while his thumb and forefinger was squeezing the engorged nippple on her other breast. Sandy had her hand cupping his package, softly rubbing up and down on his rigid member. They broke apart long enough to shed the rest of her clothes and all of Sonny's. Soon they were laying side by side together, totally naked, kissing and sliding their bodies back and forth against each other. The delicious friction of their movements urging them on to greater heights of passion. Unable to resist any longer, Sonny parted her thighs and crawled between her legs. Placing his tongue alongside her swollen clit he started to recite. "Freud, Jung, Kinsey, schizophrenia, Tourette's Syndrome, psychosis, neurosis, non-cognitive dementia, King George III, Bi-polar disorder." The two of them collapsed in laughter before Sonny began lapping away in earnest. It didn't take long for Sandy to start moving aggressively upward to meet each of his tongue thrusts. When he gently eased a finger inside her and felt for the rough edges leading to her "G" spot, Sandy knew that she would soon explode. In a few more minutes she was lifting off the bed, breathing hard and gasping for air as she felt every muscle in her stomach beginning to ripple. She felt the uneven contractions deep inside her start to thrum away insistantly, signalling a strong orgasm and impending copious squirt approaching. She groaned loudly and her tiny liquid trickle of love juice quickened to a mighty stream as she squeezed down tightly on his invading finger. Sonny could only look on in total amazement as the bedroom wall three feet away was subjected to her spray. He'd never seen anything like this before. He placed his face between her pussy and the wall and let the lessening stream land on him, figuring it would be easier to clean and a lot easier to explain than the wall was going to be. "Fuck me Sonny, FUCK ME!!! I need your cock now." In a flash he was on her and in her. He filled her quickly and marvelled at what her vaginal muscles were doing to his cock. "Hard, fuck me hard and fast, pound it in me, please." Sonny complied as well as he was able to, he came quickly, but he kept at it. This was the wildest sex he could ever remember having. He wanted to bury all of himself into her. He wanted to fuck her into total submission, make her beg him to quit. He came once again after five more minutes of furious pounding. His breathing was harsh and ragged. It hurt him to take in all the air his lungs were insisting on having. He rolled off her finally, unable to continue another stroke. Sweat was rolling off of him in liquid sheets. His room smelled like a three day orgy had taken place and was only now concluding. His fresh clean sheets were puddled with several types of bodily fluids. He was sure that his mattress was soaked through with their combined spunk. A minute after he'd rolled off her, Sandy positioned herself between his legs and began licking hungrily at his whole groin area. She seemed to savor what she was doing and he saw no reason to ask her to quit. She took his spent member into her mouth and commenced a slow, steady suck. He had his eyes closed, listening to her slurp his pecker in and out of her mouth. He opened his eyes to see her arms reaching up to his nipples and her ass waving invitingly in the air. She was looking right into his eyes, a devilish gleam in hers. "I'm so ready Sonny. I hope you've got a dozen hiding in that closet, I'll fuck them all if you'll just hold me down." She put her head down and went back to work on his now somewhat awakened, cock. He put a hand on each of her elbows and applied some pressure, pinning her helplessly down on top of him. "Not a dozen, sorry. I was only able to round up three of the old gang. Freddy couldn't make it, but Mark is here and so is his brother, Tony who has an even bigger cock than Mark. Jesse is here too. He's a huge black guy, he plays football at Irvine, do you have any problem with a black guy fucking you?" Sandy was working passionately on his now restored dick. She took it all, far back into her throat. She lifted off his cock and shook her head back and forth quickly. "I've never been fucked by a black guy, but I'm in the mood for anything, bring them on." She went back to sucking him off. Her entire back was one large splotch of crimson. Every ounce of her blood must be at skin level to get that deep of a hue he thought. He moved his foot up and put it between her legs and separated his big toe from the others and pressed it up into her groin. She started a little and then made a frantic effort to get it inserted in her pussy. She positively vibrated on that toe and groaned mightily as his cum shot up a third time from his final reserves and flooded her tonsils. She slammed herself down on that toe and immediately flooded it with a hot wave of her own juices. Sonny thought she might have broken his toe but he couldn't let it concern him. He just lay there, totally done, wanting to bring her up for a hug and a kiss, but too exhausted to even attempt it. Sandy wasn't moving at all. Her pussy was still making small contractions on his toe and the color on her back was slowly beginning to fade away. The two of them lay just as they were for another half an hour. Finally, Sandy lifted herself off Sonny's cramping foot and rolled over onto her back. "Oh my, I'm more than a little bit embarrassed. That was so fucking intense! I just knew your closet was empty, well, about 95% sure at least. I saw that red ribbon though, and the closet was closed so I wasn't 100% sure it was empty. If there really had been people hiding in there I would have been totally at your mercy and theirs. I was so hot. I guess I am a slut. For a little while I was hoping there were some guys in there ready to jump out. I'd have fucked them too. I wasn't kidding about that. I'd have done it and I'd have loved it. At the same time Sonny, I'm glad it was empty and we were just pretending. You know what I mean?" "I know Sandy. It was exciting watching you lift your arms up so that I could pin you down. I could see it in your eyes that you were ready. Your back was as red as a lobster, you were so flushed. I've never seen a girl cum as hard as you came. Your pussy and stomach muscles just pulsated as it expelled your juices. It flew everywhere. It was so damned exciting! When you jammed your pussy down on my big toe and started cumming again, I almost fainted, it was that intense. I'm glad the closet was empty today too. It gives us something to think about for the next time. The thing is though, I don't think that I can fit a dozen guys in my closet. I figure the max would be maybe six or seven. Would that be enough for you, do you think?" "The way I felt today, I think a dozen would be better, but six or seven, I guess we'll just have to make do." ------- The End ------- Posted: 2005-08-03 Last Modified: 2005-08-22 / 07:16:59 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------