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"Same Tomorrow As Yesterday..."
		by Spangles Muldoon
		spanglesmuldoon@yahoo.com


Chapter 1

	You learn a lot over the years, at least I know I
did. Those of you who have read my other stories know
that I grew up in a small, backwards, redneck town,
and that my greatest ambition was to get the hell out
of there and never return. So far, I have managed to
do just that.

	Still, as you get older, you learn, or, more
importantly, you begin to piece together, tidbits of
information, and you find out that what used to be a
puzzle now begins to make a little sense. Sometimes,
that leads to the realization that what you used to
perceive as a handicap is in actuality a benefit.
That, in part, is why I decided to make a pilgrimage
of sorts, and go back to the old hometown.

	Over the years, I have lived and worked all over the
world, in major cities and in small towns, and I have
learned a lot. It just took me a long time to realize
that I hadn't pieced together what I already knew. I
had all the pieces, I just had never bothered to fit
it together to see the whole picture. When I finally
did, several things happened, which is, of course, the
reason for this story.

	Growing up in a small town like I did, I knew the
thoughts and attitudes that could be found there. At
the time I was growing up there, I had no idea how to
deal with them, let alone how to capitalize on them.
Now, though, after being a "city boy" for many years
and having traveled the world, I came to several
realizations about how to use those same small town
thoughts and attitudes to my advantage. The
opportunity to try it came about as a direct result of
a whim and some careful planning. I made a promise to
myself that once I got out of that town, I would never
return. I was always of the opinion that I left
nothing there, and that there was no reason to return.

	The main reason I went back was because of my high
school reunion. I planned it well, putting a lot of
thought into it. First, I made reservations for a
suite at the best motel in town. I made arrangements
through a special car rental company to rent a Jaguar
XK-8. It cost me a fortune, but it was all in the
plan. I made sure my wardrobe was impeccible, and
planned on taking no casual clothes with me at all. I
even went to a stylist a couple of days before the
trip and got the works, including a manicure. I wanted
to be "class out the ass" when I got there. I had a
lot to prove.

	I had been a nobody when I grew up there. I was just
a poor kid that really never did fit in. I was snubbed
routinely by the society kids, which really didn't
bother me at the time. I didn't fit in their clique
anyway. I didn't fit in with the poor kids because I
always had ambition and drive, while they didn't. I
didn't fit in with the rednecks, because I always
thought they were stupid. I didn't fit in with the
intellectuals, because while I was smart, I wasn't
nerdy. I didn't fit in with the Jocks, because being a
jock takes a special level of intelligence. To be a
jock, you have to be smart enough to understand
sports, but stupid enough to think they are important.
That just wasn't me. Basically, I didn't fit in
anywhere. I was pretty much overlooked, which, at the
time, suited me pretty well.

	Like any kid in my position, I always lusted after
all the girls, but much more so after the
"untouchable" girls. The cheerleaders, of course, and
the rich girls. Even at the small school I went to,
most of them didn't even know my name. There was no
way in hell I would have ever asked one of them out
back then, and no way in hell they would have gone out
with me if I had asked. There were lots of girls who
would have gone out with me, but I had no interest in
the ones that wanted me. I wasn't too sure that much
of that had changed, but we would see. It depended a
lot on who had done what, who had never left the old
hometown, and so on.

	I spent some time looking through my high school year
book before I left on the trip. I don't know if it was
a change in my taste or just a dose of reality, but as
I looked back at the photos I noticed a distinct
change. The "Rich" girls and Cheerleaders that I would
have killed to go out with when I was in high shcool
just weren't that great looking to me anymore. On the
other hand, I noticed a certain attractiveness in some
of the girls I had ignored back then. I thought it was
curious.

	The trip out was uneventful. I really liked the Jag.
It was a gorgeous car and it ran like a striped ass
ape. The interior was very soft camel colored leather,
and the exterior was metalflake emerald green. I was
glad I had rented it. I had considered renting a
Porsche, Ferrari, Beemer, Stealth, or Prowler os
something along that line, but had rejected them. I
needed a car that I could get laid in. Sure, any of
those would have done it, but I needed interior room,
so it had to be a bigger car. I considered Lincoln and
Cadillac, but rejected both as too common and not
flashy enough. I wanted something that would set a
small town on its ear, and I think I made a good
selection. It was almost eleven when I got to town, so
I went to the hotel and checked in. I decided to make
a couple of drags through downtown to see what was
going on. I thought about doing some bar hopping, but
decided against it. There would be time for that
later.

	Town hadn't changed much. Even though it was late,
there was a lot of traffic downtown. Mainly teenagers,
of course, but that was okay. The Jag got a lot of
attention. Even more than I thought it would. I knew
that it would be the talk of the town by this time
tomorrow. The windows were tinted on the Jag, so no
one could really see inside, although I could see
outside perfectly. The guys seemed to really stare at
the car, and mode no bones about doing so. The girls,
on the other hand, seemed to look at it on the sly,
and tried to act disinterested, although it was
obvious that they were far from it. The Jag just
reeked of money and class, two things that women world
wide just cannot ignore. Even more so when it is small
backwards town women, and more especially teenager
women.

	I went to the Sonic, making sure I took a spot so
that I could keep an eye on the carhops as they walked
by. I didn't order right away, electing to just sit
there and check out the carhops for a moment or two.
Business was slow there because it was so late, so
there were only two carhops. They both appeared to be
sixteen or seventeen. One was blonde, and one was
brunette. Neither was overly interesting to me, but I
wouldn't reject either one if it came down to it. I
wasn't too sure if either one of them was fuck-able,
but they were both certainly fuck worthy. Both were
really checking out the car as they went by. I ordered
a coke and waited to see which girl would deliver it.
It was the brunette.

	"Gorgeous car." She said as she handed me my Coke.
"What kind is it?" "Jaguar XK-8," I replied, "brand
new." "Is it as hot as it looks? she asked. "No," I
replied, "actually it's a lot hotter than it looks.
Are you as hot as you look?" She smiled and said "I
can be. It just depends on the circumstances." She
paused for a moment, then continued  "I'd love to have
a car like this."  "How would you like to go for a
ride in it when you get off?" She was silent for a
moment, wrestling with the idea, and then smiled again
and said "Okay. Pick me up at the back door here at
midnight." She turned to walk away. I watched her go,
admiring her build as she walked away. Not bad, I
thought, not bad at all.

	I had almost an hour before I was supposed to pick
her up, so I made a trip to the liquor store and got a
couple of six packs of wine cooler. I got the sweet
kind, the kind teenagers really like. I made a couple
of more runs down main, then drove back to the Sonic,
arriving at ten till midnight. I parked out in the
back, about a hundred yards from the backdoor.

	It was a few minutes after midnight when she came out
the back door. I saw her look around for me, and when
she saw the car, she started toward it. I watched her
come across the parking lot, and took the opportunity
to look her over a little closer. She had on a Sonic
T-shirt and tennis visor, and was wearing tight black
jeans and tennis shoes. Her hair was tied up in a
braind on her head. Her build was a little better than
I first thought. Her tits appeared to be a bit bigger
than I preferred, but I could live with that. She was
a little bit on the "hippy" side, if you know what I
mean. More cushion for pushin... I had her figured for
about seventeen. She got in the car next to me. I
reached behind the seat and got a wine cooler, opened
it, and handed it to her. I already had one open. "I
don't drink." She said. "It's only a wine cooler," I
replied, "try it."

	She took a tentative sip, decided it was pretty good,
then took a long drink. That was a good start. I put
the car in gear and pulled out of the parking lot,
heading for downtown. By the time we got there, her
first wine cooler was gone, and she had started on her
second. It hadn't been a very long drive. After all,
this is a town where 6th street is on the edge of
town. We talked a lot, mainly small talk, as we drove
up and down main. She finished her second and third
wine cooler, while I was still on my first. I sipped
slowly, partly because I didn't care much for wine
cooler, and partly because I didn't want to get drunk.

	Her name was Shawna, and she was 17 as I had guessed.
While she hadn't interested me all that much in the
beginning, I was starting to look forward to fucking
her. I wasn't too sure how I was going to go about it,
or if I would even manage to do it, but I was pretty
sure I could. I knew that having more wine cooler
would certainly help, as there was only two left, and
I was at the bottom of my first one. Drinking it hot
didn't help the taste too much, either. The liquor
stores were ong since closed, but since this was my
hometown, things like after hours or too young had
never been an issue if you knew the right people. I
managed to get more wine cooler very quickly.

	My plan was to get her out to the lake and fuck her
there. It was fifteen miles away, out a straight,
paved two lane road. Plenty of ideal places to park. I
considered taking her to my room, but thought better
of it. Too many complications. A quick fuck in the car
at the lake would be ideal. I suggested to her that we
make a run out to the lake and drive across the dam.
She said that her curfew was at two, and it was almost
one now. She said it would take at least fifteen
mimutes each way to the lake and about ten to drive
across the dam. She didn't think she had time to do it
before she had to be home. I told her that it wouldn't
take that long to get there and back in the Jag,
because I wasn't planning on driving the speed limit.
That was enough to make her eager to go, the prospect
of cruising out there at high speed. I already knew
that no matter how quickly we got to the lake, she
would be missing her curfew.

	I waited until I was about a mile out of town before
I started speeding up. I knew the road well, and the
Jag responded like the champion it was. I was soon
cruising at well over 130. I was watching watching to
road carefull, but keeping na eye on her out of the
side of my eye. She kept glancing at the speedometer,
and I could tell that the speed was having a definite
effect on her. We were at the lake and across the dam
in no time. Now, for the next step. I went to a picnic
area that I knew on the far side of the dam and pulled
in and parked. I told her I had to go to the bathroom,
and suggested that she go as well while we were there.
I went in a took a leak, which I needed desperately.
My dick was semi-hard when I went in the bathroom, in
anticipation of what was to come, and surprisingly, I
didn't soften any when I took a leak.

	She was outside when I came out. She was standing
next to a concrete picnic table under a carport cover
typr thing, facing the away from me looking at the
lake. The moonlight had things pretty well lighted,
and you could see the dam and the road that came up to
the picnic area clearly. Any cars coming to where we
were could be seen when they were halfway across the
dam.

	I walked over behind her and put both my arms around
her waist. I stood close to her, pressing my hard into
her ass. She looked back over her right shoulder at
me, and I moved my head into position and kissed her.
She responded very warmly, and as the kiss continued,
I moved my hands higher, placing one on each of her
breasts on the outsice of her clothes. Still kissing,
she let out a little sigh as I began to massage them.
I took this as a positive, and moved my hands lower
and under her shirt, them back up into the position
they were in before. Now, only her bra stood between
my hands and her breasts.

	We broke the kiss very briefly, then began another
one. She pushed back against me slightly, pushing my
dick against her even tighter. Again, a positive sign.
I moved one hand down from her breasts to her waist. I
started to go lower and feel her crotch through her
jeans, but really didn't want to waste the time.
Besides, I as already getting positive signals from
her. I unfastened her belt and, with some difficulty,
unsnapped and unzipped her jeans I slipped my hand
inside her panties, but because her jeans were so
tight fitting, I was only able to get a feel of a
little bit of her pussy hair. I knew the jeans had to
go down. I started working on them, but it was obvious
to me that it would be a two handed project.

	I started to move my other hand away from her bra to
help me get her jeans down, but at the moment I
started to move it, she moved her own hands down and
pulled her jeans down as best she could, taking her
panties with them. She got them down almost to her
knees. I moved my free hand to her pussy, and slid a
finger inside her. She was amazingly wet, and let out
a sigh when I slid my finger inside her.

	I took my free hand away from her breast and used it
to open my pants, keeping my other hand busy on her
pussy at the same time. She was moaning softly as I
gently finger fucked her. I moved my free hand to her
upper back and applied slight pressure, guiding her to
bend at the waist and hold onto the edge of the
concrete picnic table. She complied, and only then did
she speak. She said "Do you have protection? I'm not
on the pill."

	Damn. I didn't have any. Still, I really wasn't
worried about getting her pregnant. Hell, that would
be her problem, not mine. After all, she didn't even
know my last name. All I really had to do was convince
her that everything would be okay, then I could slide
my now aching dick into her pussy. "I don't have any
protection," I told her, "but I will make sure I pull
out before I come inside you." "Okay," she replied,
"just make sure you do."

	She bent over the table and grabbed both sides of it,
waiting for me to mount her. She didn't have to wait
long. I guided my dick to her waiting pussy, and as
soon as I found her entrance, I slid inside her up to
my balls on the first stroke. I was already close to
coming, but held back. I stayed buried inside her for
a moment, enjoying the feel and waiting for the
pressure to subside a little before I began fucking
her. Only then did I pull almost completely out of
her, then drove my dick home again.

	Her pussy was not tight, but it felt good anyway. I
was sure she had been fucked several times by boys,
and since she was doing her best to match me stroke
for stroke, she seemed to be at least a little bit
experienced. The pressure in my balls was intense, and
I knew I would blow my load soon if I kept up this
pace. I bottomed my dick out in her again, shoving
every possible millimeter of it inside her. I withdrew
it, and instead of shoving it back inside, I took it
completely out of her, making it look like it was done
accidentally. I guided the head back to her opening,
and sank back inside her up to the hilt. I continued
to fuck her, although harder and faster now. Her
breathing was getting short and raspy, and I knew she
was on the verge of coming. I put both my hands on her
waist and used the leverage to fuck her even harder. I
could feel convulsions begin in her pussy, and knew
she was coming. The pressure in my balls was too
intense to hold back any longer, and I bottomed my
dick in her hole and shot an amazingly long stream of
sperm directly into her cervix. I paused for a moment,
then started fucking her again. Each time my balls
bounced against her, another string of sperm shot into
her, a little less with each stroke, but the feeling
was not letting up at all. I pumped into her until my
balls were empty, and when  I stopped pumping, one
last little bit of sperm shot into her. I wanted to
hold my position, but my legs were giving out. I never
had been really good at fucking in the standing
position, but that never caused me to turn down the
opportunity to do it. I slipped my rapidly softening
dick out of her and stepped back enough that she could
stand up. I had really creamed her pussy. I had
certainly given her more than enough sperm to knock
her up. Needless to say, she was pissed. "You
bastard!" she said, "You came in me! You said you'd
pull out!" "Not exactly.", I replied, "What I said was
that I would pull out before I came inside you, and,
if you remember, I did just that. I pulled completely
out of you before I came inside you. I did exactly
what I said I was going to do."

	That really pissed her off, as if she wasn't pissed
enough already. She pulled up her panties and jeans
and said "Take me home. Now." "Not a problem," I
replied, "....not a problem at all." She didn't speak
to me all the way to town. She had me drop her off a
few blocks from where she lived, so I never did know
where her house was. Hell, I didn't know her full
name. She looked back at me as she got out of the car
and said simply "Bastard." She slammed the car door
and took off into the darkness.

Chapter 2
	I went back to the hotel and went to sleep. I was
exhausted from fucking Shawna, and from the drive. I
slept until almost nine the next morning. The reuinion
was that night. I got up and got dressed, again
dressing to perfection. I was determined I was not
going to look anything less than rich and successful
while I was in town. I fire up the Jag and noticed
that I needed to get gas. I drove to a gas station a
couple of blocks from the hotel and filled it up at
the self service pump. I walked into the station to
pay, and instantly recognized the woman working behind
the counter. Even though she was older and fluffier
than when I knew her, there was no mistaking who it
was. Her name was Susan Hindman. Back when we were in
high school together, her dad had owned several gas
stations in three counties. She was a semi-society
type back then, and probably would have been a real
socialite if it hadn't been for a couple of things.
First, she was not really interested in cliques and
the like, and spent her time studying. She had never
gotten involved in any school clubs or anything,
except, of course, for the honor society. She pretty
much stayed to herself in high school.

	My connection with her was interesting. You see, we
went to on a day trip to a State Park about a two hour
drive away for our Senior Trip. Since we were
graduating Seniors, we got to take the "good"
schoolbus, one that was more like a single deck
greyhound bus, with high back greyhound type seats in
it. It was about a 50 passenger or so bus, and since
there were only 16 Seniors, most of the bus was empty.
I sat in the very last seat on the bus on the side
opposite the driver. Anyway, the point of all this is
that on the way home that night, I fucked Susan.
Yep....fucked her right there on the bus, shot a huge
load of come inside her, and nobody noticed. How that
came about, of course, is a story all it's own, one
that I will probably write one day.

	As I paid her for the gas, she looked at me
quizically, but she obviously had no idea who I was. I
knew I had changed, but I didn't realize that I had
changed all that much. She had changed, of course, but
not enough to make me not recognize her. I was trying
to decide whether I should tell her who I was or not,
and had decided not to. Sure, I could probably fuck
her again if I did, but that was not the point of my
trip. I was after the unapproachable girls from my
school days, not one that I had already had. Still, I
figured she would be at the reunion tonight, and she
would know who I was then. If all else failed, I could
pick her up at the reunion and try to fuck her
afterwards. I noticed she wasn't wearing a wedding
ring. She counted out my change, and I turned to
leave.

	"Spangles?" she said, as I neared the door. I turned
around. "Yes?" I said, "I was wondering if you were
going to recognize me or not." "It took me a little
while," she replied, "You've changed a lot." "For
better or worse?" I asked. "For better." she
responded. "I thought you would be long gone from
here." I told her, "I thought you would have gone on
to college, then got a job in the city. Didn't you
have a scholarship?" "Yeah, I did," she said, "but I
gave it up. I got pregnant about graduation time, and
ended up a single working mother." I was doing math in
my head at this point, and from the look she was
giving me, I figured I already knew the answer. It was
probable, even likely, that I had gotten her pregnant
when I fucked her on the bus. She didn't push it, nor
did I. "Let me show you a picture of my daughter." she
said, reaching for her purse. I walked back towrd the
counter.

	"She's quite a handful," she continued, "much wilder
than I was at her age. I was up most of the night last
night waiting for her to get home. She got home last
night over an hour after her curfew, and she smelled
of alcohol." She flipped open her wallet and pointed
to a school picture. "This is her," she said, "her
name is Shawna." Yep...her name was Shawna alright.
The very same Shawna that I had fucked the night
before. The very same Shawna that I had probably
gotten pregnant the night before. I was in a state of
shock, and did my best not to show it. "She's pretty,"
I told her, "Very pretty, I bet you can't keep the
guys away from her." (Little did she know...). I felt
a desparate need to change the subject. "Are you going
to the reunion tonight?" "Can't." she replied, "I have
to work."

	I made my good byes and got the hell out of there.
This was just too heavy for me. On the other hand, for
some odd reason it had sure made my dick hard. I had
no real proof that what I was thinking was actually
what had happened, but it was certainly plausible and
possible. Hell, it might have been someone else who
knocked Susan up, and not me. I couldn't know for
certain, and she might not know for certain either. In
any case, I wasn't going to ask too many questions
about it. I went to get something to eat. I had a long
day ahead of me, and hopefully a long night to follow
it.



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