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Free House   (MF-Rom, 1st)
by Ray1031

Notice to all: So as not to offend anyone and although no details
are given - the occurance of an incestual act between a father
and a 13 year old daughter are "mentioned" in the central pary of
this story. You are warned.

This is my story. Written and copyrighted to me. Want to copy it
for your own enjoyment later? Go ahead. Want to use it on your
site? Ask first. No membership, pay or AVS site may display it
without my consent or personal submission.



Free House
by Ray1031


The dinger rang announcing a customer. Old Purdy, the owner's big
yellow Labrador, raised his head and barked softly once. That
told me there really was a car at the gas pumps and it wasn't
those Perkins kids riding their bicycles over the bell line again
as a joke. I stepped from under the old Dodge on the hoist. The
oil would finish draining while I was gone. Grabbing a rag I
began wiping the grease from my hands as I headed outside.
Whenever I'm alone, I do everything; gas, repairs, cash register
and phone. It doesn't matter if I'm only sixteen or not.

I didn't recognize the grey Chevrolet sedan at the pumps and
glanced at the license plate. Minnesota - not many Minnesota cars
ever get to this part of Tennessee. Stepping between the pumps
and the car I leaned down to the driver's window and said, "May I
help you Ma'am?"

"Yes, fill the tank please and can you tell me where the," she
picked up a piece of paper from the seat beside her and scanned
it quickly. "Um, the St. Stephens Episcopal Church is? Oh, and my
daughter needs a restroom, please."

"Only if it's clean," a voice said from the passenger's seat. I'd
noticed the slim legs in red shorts on the far side of the car
and used the opportunity to lean down for a better look. Not that
I saw too much, the driver's head was in the way, but the front
of the blouse I glimpsed was pushed out nicely by a pair of
breasts.

"Bathroom's inside the station, ma'am. Second door on the left
towards the back. It's clean, I cleaned it myself after I used it
this morning. You won't find a cleaner one." There was a huffing
sound from that side of the car, kind of a "Yeah sure!" sound. A
"because I was still wiping grease and oil from my hands and arms
- what could I possibly know about cleanliness" kind of noise.
Still the door on that side of the car opened and the girl got
out. I didn't see her face, she never turned around. She had
short reddish-brown hair ending just above the collar of her
loose white blouse. Those red shorts were interesting though as
she walked away, swaying from side to side with each step, the
tightly held butt rising and falling, shifting as she moved.

"Damn that's nice!" I thought, then called after her, "Don't mind
the dog. Old Purdy won't bother you none." One hand raised a bit
but she didn't turn. Speaking again to the driver, while still
watching that butt walking away, I said, "The church is right
downtown, ma'am. Turn left at the intersection and follow the
road around. Church's on the left. You can't miss it. I mean,
it's the only thing that in town that looks like a church.
There's a sign out front."

The nozzle was in the filler, gas pumping, when I asked the
driver, "Was it only gas you wanted ma'am? If you'd like, I can
check the oil and clean the windows too." Yep, our town is that
small. Gas station is full service and we still work on cars too.
None of that crappy self-service, do-it-all-yourself, mini-market
stuff like they've got in Knoxville and other towns bigger than
ours.

"No, thank you young man. Just the gas for now. Can you tell me
though, will the Reverend likely be at the church?"

"Well, that kinda depends, ma'am. If he's expecting you, he'll be
there. Sometimes though he fills in for Mr. Hawkins at Willie's
Way Stop, what passes for a store here in town ... uh, Mr.
Hawkins is the butcher there. If the Reverend isn't at the
church, try the store - it's only a couple doors further along.
If he's not there, Mr. Hawkins, or Willie, uh ... Ms. Williams,
will know how to get hold of him." The gas had finished pumping
and I worked the nozzle 'til I hit the next even dollar - made
things simpler.

I took her money and stepped into the station to make change at
the register. That was when I got my first real look at the girl.
As I stepped through the open overhead door she was to my left.
She was bent over petting Purdy who'd actually raised his lazy
head for the attention. My first look at her was straight down
the open neck of that loose white blouse she wore. The hanging
inner curves and seperation of her breasts, The distinctive line
of her tan, changing from tannish-brown to creamy white. She
wasn't wearing a bra and, as they jiggled and swayed with her
petting motions, I wondered if I would see more. But fear of
being branded a pervert, for looking down her shirt, made me look
away.

"Well," I said, moving towards the till, "You've got Old Purdy
excited. He usually doesn't bother raising his head for
attention. Just lays there and accepts it."

"He's a pretty dog. Kinda fat though. You should put him on a
diet or something." Her voice was soft, kinda husky and the sound
of it sent a thrill through me, almost as much of a thrill as the
peek at her swaying boobs had a moment ago.

"Purdy belongs to Mr. Miller, my boss. He always overfeeds him.
Besides, Purdy's been fat and lazy as long as I've known him." I
made change from the register and asked, "Can you take your
mother's change back to her? I gotta to get to work on that truck
in back. Joshua'll be back in an hour for it and if it ain't done
I'll catch hell ... unless there's something else you need, of
course?" She was eyeing the candy bars on the counter when I
turned.

"No, nothing else," she took the bills I passed her, frowning at
the grease still streaking my arm. "I'd better get back to the
car. Mama will be getting impatient. Thanks for the use of the
bathroom. You were right, It's the cleanest one I've ever seen in
a gas station."

"You and your mama have yourselves a good day. Tell her thanks
for the business."



"Looks like the place across the street is occupied again," said
Dad later at dinner.

"Yeah. I think I met them today ... kinda. The car in the
driveway stopped at the station this morning."

"Oh? Them?"

"There was a mother and a daughter. Girl about my age."

"Cute?"

"I guess. Seemed a little uppity though."

"The mother or the daughter?"

"The daughter. Needed the bathroom ... 'but only if it was
clean'. Said it like she didn't think country folk would know how
to clean a toilet."

"What happened?"

"She used the bathroom. Petted old Purdy. Said he was too fat,
then they left. The mother asked if the Reverend would be in and
for directions to the church. Told her to try the church first,
then maybe Willie's."

"Seems to have steered her right. A woman was carrying a couple
of bags into Free House when I drove in."

"Why do they call it that, Dad? What's it mean?"

"Free House? Hadn't realised I'd said that. I try not to think of
it in those terms. Still, you're old enough to understand now.
Partly, it's just exactly that. It's rent free for those who move
in. Sometimes they have to pay utilities, but that's all. It's
also meant to be a safe place for them to live. You see, there's
a big coalition of churches and private groups around the
country. They all mostly keep homes like this one. They are for
hiding wives and children from abusive and dangerous husbands.
They are only used when more normal places for them are thought
unsafe. Places like community centers and things like court
injunctions that just don't work."

"So they are in danger?"

"Could be ... or they were - someone thought they were obviously,
or they wouldn't be here."

"How long do you think they will stay?"

"I don't know Dex, I don't know. They could be here a while, or
this could be a temporary stop before they move them somewhere
else. I don't know the particulars of how these things work, only
the basics."



She came through the open overhead door quietly and stopped. The
smile on her face disappeared and a stuned _expression took it's
place. She saw that I'd seen her and quickly raised a finger to
her lips to keep me from giving her away. She was wearing that
same loose white shirt and red hot pants combo she'd been wearing
the day they arrived. That had been over a month ago and a lot
had happened since then.

I'd gotten my driver's license the week after they arrived.

I had learned their names a few days after they'd moved in,
Catherine (Kathy) Bedloe (her maiden name) and her daughter Lorna
(Lonnie) Mack. Lonnie was from Kathy's first marriage, which had
ended in a divorce three years ago. It was her second husband who
they were running from. I gathered that he had beaten and raped
Kathy a few times - for saying no. He'd also beaten Lonnie the
last time, for defending her mother, but hadn't raped her. That's
when they left him and moved back in with Kathy's parents. He
found her there and the police were called, a judge filled out an
injunction, but things started happening. Kathy's car was
trashed, Lonnie was followed home from school once - by someone
she didn't know - and Kathy and her parents started getting phone
calls and threats. That's when the state social workers stepped
in.

After I got my license, Mr. Miller, my boss, offered to let me
have a car. I could choose from any of the cars in the station's
fenced side yard. He had seven old junkers out there that he'd
always meant to fix up and sell, but hadn't. Of course, as soon
as we'd agreed and I chose a car he started docking my pay.
"Gotta make something on the deal," He said. Still, he was the
one who paid for the more pricey things the car needed to fix it
up. He "added it to my tab".

Minnesota courts had tried placing the two of them in a local,
state run, home - under cover - but daddy had found them. Lonnie
said he had political friends (whatever that means). That's when
a social worker put Kathy in touch with people in the church and
how they ended up here. They are going to be here for a while.

Did I mention that I got my driver's license? Dad took a day off
and took me into Athens for testing and I passed.

Lonnie and I started hanging around together. Dad said she could
use his bicycle for getting around on, until she got her own. But
only if I was with her and she had to return it every day. Most
days, when I was working, she'd come around the station and
borrow mine until I got off. Sometimes she'd just came inside and
visited for a while.

I got my license in the mail last week. Lousy picture. Doesn't
look a thing like me. Dad says that's normal though.

Kathy needs some medical help - I know there's something wrong
with the right side of her head, and she walks funny sometimes.
But no one's said if it was from her husband or something from
birth or when she was little. I do know, from talking to her and
Lonnie, that the doctors are talking about two or three years of
surgery to fix her up right.

I introduced Lonnie to one of the local swimming holes. That
first visit she didn't have a suit on and was dressed in the same
white blouse and red hot pants outfit she'd been wearing on our
first meeting. I'd been in cut-offs and a T-Shirt and suggested a
swim. She tried to beg off, but I said I was going in anyway. I
stripped off my shirt, kicked out of my sneaks and ran into the
river. Lonnie followed right behind me too, after only a few
seconds, leaping from the river bank and trying to canonball me.

I learned something that day about women's clothes. A wet white
blouse molds itself to a girls body, showing every curve and
outline; and it becomes practically see-through when wet. Lonnie
had come up sputtering and laughing in the wiast deep water and I
had just stood there stupidly, staring at her  I'd not really
believed what I was seeing. She was braless again (seh was
braless a lot) and I could make out every deatil of her breasts,
the curves, the form, the wide dark outlines surrounding her
suddenly stiff nipples. I could even make out her tan lines
through that blouse. Of course, her hands covered the good parts,
as soon as she saw me staring, and she sprinted from the river.
But I'd seen enough. She'd made me turn my back and changed into
my T-shirt for the ride home and I went home shirtless.

I also knew that Lonnie and her mother were my friends. Something
they seemed to have few of in town. I know Kathy and my dad
didn't seem to get along, though I didn't know why. Still, he
didn't discourage me from visiting or helping them. I know that
many of the women in town shunned them - because they lived in
Free House I guessed, though I didn't understand why. I also know
that most of the town's kids had been warned away from Lonnie by
their parents. Again though, I didn't really know why. I didn't
care either. They were my friends and I was happy to do things
for them when I could, like mowing their yard whenever I mowed
ours. It was small enough that it only took another twenty
minutes when I did both. I'd loaned them books of mine and was
surprised to find that Lonnie loved science fiction and westerns
as much as I did. Kathy though prefered romances and mysteries,
which she was able to find in the church loaner library. Kathy
also insisted that I call her by her first name and would get
upset if I said Ms. Bedloe.

She and Lonnie also refused to call me Dex. Even though I told
them everyone did, and insisted on calling me Dexter. "More grown
up," they said. I kinda liked that.

Lonnie started helping me "fix up" the 1959 Nash Metropolitan I'd
chosen for my car. There were two of them in the yard and I
thought I could use parts of one on the other. I was doing most
of the mechanical work. Getting it running again, replacing all
the wiring and things. Lonnie was sanding off all the rust and
getting everything ready for paint. Or she would help by handing
me tools when I needed them, or simply lay beside me, under it,
watching and chatting while I worked on something. It was turning
into a working car again.

I also found out that Kathy is a writer. Evidently a good one,
since people pay her for what she writes. Though what Lonnie
showed me of her work I found either too sappy or too boring to
read. Not only does she like reading romances and mysteries, but
she writes them too.



Oh, and Lonnie is the same age as me, almost - she's three weeks
older than I am, but that's also what makes things nice too. It
finally gives me someone my own age as a friend in town. The
closest kids to my own age have always been the Johnson twins,
Sarah and Susan, who are almost nineteen now. We were friends
once, when we were kids. But when I was about eight, they were
suddenly too old to associate with "children". The rest of the
kids in town are pretty much just "pains." The next closest kid
to my age is Amy Mulgrew, a thirteen year old girl that I'd never
seen wear anything but dresses and skirts. She hung around the
station a lot, pestering me. Amy was there when Lonnie came
through the big door. Lonnie, I was soon to learn, was in one of
her moods today. Those times when she seemed to delight in
embarrassing me.

I was under the hood of a Ford, doing the final touches on a
tune-up. Amy was behind me and had been prattling on about a
great new place she'd found for a picnic and asking if I'd like
to go there with her next Sunday after church.

I rose up from under the hood, catching a quick glimpse of
Lonnie's back as she slipped quietly back out the door. Grabbing
a rag I started wiping my hands and slowly turned to Amy. She was
sitting in one of the two chairs beside the station's oil
furnace.

"Geeze, Amy. I'd like to, I really would, but I promised Dad I
would work around the house this Sunday. I'm sorry." You'd think
she would learn by now. I'd been turning down invitations from
her for most of the summer, but she keeps asking.

"Okay Dex. Maybe we can do it some other time."

"Yeah, sure." The station dinger sounded and a few seconds later
Lonnie stepped back into the station.

"Sorry Dexter. I accidentally stepped on the bell hose on my way
in. I didn't mean to."

"That's okay, Lonnie. We won't be able to work on the car this
afternoon like we planned though. The boss wasn't feeling good
and went home for a few hours. He'll be back about four though.
So I can leave on time. You need to borrow the bicycle?"

"That's okay. Nope. No place to go. Any problems if I stay and
just visit a while?"

"None at all. Amy is already here visiting, you've met Amy
haven't you?" Lonnie and Amy both nodded. "I have to keep working
though. I also have to do an oil change on this one before the
boss gets back. We can talk while I work though."

"Okay," Lonnie said and looked at Amy. Lonnie smiled, Amy didn't.
I closed the Ford's hood and climbed into the driver's seat.
Starting the engine and just listening to it run, I listened to
it for a few seconds before turning it off again. Then it was
time for a break and I got me a Coke from the fridge.

"Well, I think I'd better be going," Amy announced walking across
to where her bicycle leaned against a cabinet. "I think Mama
wants me to clean the kitchen this afternoon. I'll see you later,
Dex." She made a point of not saying goodbye to Lonnie.

"Sure thing Amy, I said without turning to look at her"



Lonnie stood at the big picture window watching Amy ride away
down the street.  "I think you have a fan there, Dexter," she
said without looking around.

"Yeah, like that's a secret? She's had a crush, or something, on
me all summer. Keeps coming around and trying to invite me to do
things with her ... or just generally being a pest sometimes."

"Oh, I think she has more than a crush on you. You could get in
her pants if you want to."

The comment caught me completely by surprise. I've known Amy for
most of her life and have never thought of her "that way". Oh,
sure she usually seems to hang around me when we were at the same
places - she always has. And she always makes a point of coming
across the road after church on Sundays. Saying "Hi" to me and
dad and sometimes she brings something to show me. Recently
though, she's been bringing us food "she cooked with her own
hands". Things like cupcakes and cookies and once fried chicken.
Which to me always means she'll be stopping by the station in a
few days to get her mama's plate back. I did notice she's been
growing breasts this summer though. Most of her chubbiness has
disappeared too. But she's a kid ... I mean, she's  thirteen and
I've never even thought about it. Still, now that the idea was
mentioned, I have a few thoughts and my cock is stiff under my
coveralls. "I could what?" I asked.

"You could get into her panties ... you know," and she turned to
face me with that evil cat-like grin she always wears when she
wants to get my goat. "Have sex with her ... Fuck her ... you
know what it means to fuck someone don't you?"

"That's not nice, Lonnie." I was blushing furiously, just like
she knew I would. "Dang it! You know I'm still a virgin. Besides,
how would you know I could .... uh ... do sometihing with Amy?
You two haven't started talking have you?"

"No, she's like most of the kids in town. won't have a thing to
do with me. Hell, she goes so far as to cross the street if she
sees me coming. But you could still have her if you want to. Do
you know what she was doing when I first stepped in the door?"

"She was inviting me on a picnic."

"She was masturbating to your back while you worked."

"She was what?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"She was staring at your butt while you worked and masturbating
... you know ... exciting herself. She had one hand under her
dress, between her legs, and the other was pulling at her tit
through her dress. "

My face was scarlett. It had to be, I could feel my ears burning
hotter than I could ever remember them being. But my mind was
running laps around it's track in my head. Little Amy-Jo had the
hots for me and was masturbating while she looked at me? I
couldn't believe it. My cock was throbbing in my pants now and,
if I didn't want to embarrass myself further, I needed to do
something else for a few minutes. Hope it would relax. Thankfully
I was mostly turned away from Lonnie anyway.

Setting my coke on the furnace I turned my back fully and stepped
back to the Ford, "I gotta pull this in back for an oil change."

Opening the door I climbed in and, starting the engine, I held
the door mostly shut with my left hand. Shifting into drive I let
the engine pull the car forward into the back bay. The station
design was a little odd, to me at least. The hoist wasn't
straight back from the door, like someone might expect, but was
slightly to one side and at an angle. The idea was to pull a car
through the door and then turn sharply into position. I'd gotten
quite practiced at it in the last few months and seldom had to
reposition something I drove in. Today was no exception.

Turning the engine off and getting out I knealt down to position
the lift's pads under the truck frame. Then I moved to the other
side and repeated the process there. Done, I rose to my knees and
was about to stand when Lonnie stepped in front of me and put her
hands on my shoulders - keeping me on my knees. I looked up into
her face.

"Did you really think I hadn't seen?" Her steely grey eyes locked
with mine. That cat-like smirk was still on her face as her hands
moved from my shoulders to the front of my coveralls. She took
hold of the lapels in both hands and lifted, trying to pull me
up.  I got a foot under me and started to stand. I was only just
coming level with her head though when she pulled forward on the
coveralls and kissed me. Her hands were pulling downwards again,
to hold me at the same level as she.

I was stuck in a crouch, but wasn't about to complain considering
the attention I was suddenly getting. I did manage to lean
backwards a little though, resting my butt against the passenger
door of the Ford. She leaned in a bit, following, holding the
kiss. It was a closed mouth kiss with no contact between us save
for our lips. Those and her hands and her forearms where they
pressed against my chest. Her lips were soft though and that kiss
was more erotic than anything that had ever happened in my life
before then. My dick was so hard it actually hurt.

Lonnie pushed me up then and back against the car behind me.
Keeping her left hand where it was, pushing back against my upper
chest and lapel, she moved her other hand to the zipper of my
coverall and quickly slid it downwards. All the way to the crotch
and my eyes followed it on every inch of it's journey. Leaning
close she took one side of the opening in each hand and kissed me
softly again. Moving her head to the side she kissed my left
cheek twice and her lips were at my ear.

"I know what you need" she whispered. "Lean forward a little." I
did and she stripped the coveralls back from my shoulder and down
my sides. Down to below my waist. The cuffs at the ends of my
sleeves had hung up on my hands and I started to raise my arms to
free them. Her hands were there in an instant though, pressing my
arms back into my sides. "Just stand still Dexter. I know what to
do ... my Daddy taught me."

I did as I was told and she knealt before me, reaching for the
buttons of my jeans where the dropping coveralls had exposed
them. She soon had them all undone and my pants were down to my
knees too. Then it was my underwear she went after. She pulled
outwards on the waistband and tried to slide them down, but as
she pulled them away my hard-on followed, trying to point
outwards like it wanted to. She finally had to reach inside the
waistband and hold my dick back until she'd lowered the briefs
some. Free, and relased by her, it pointed at her forehead. Not
completely level, but angling upwards before her eyes.

I hadn't taken my eyes from her face since she'd unzipped my
coveralls. Well, not except for a quick glance when she was
fighting to get my BVDs past a resisting cock. I really thought
this was all another of her jokes, she liked to play jokes on me.
Though never anything like this, and I was trying to figure it
all out. I was expecting her to suddenly laugh and move away at
any second. When she finally had my dick free though, and it had
stopped it's momentary waggling around, she stared at it and
smiled. Her eyes rose to mine as she licked her lips and she
smiled again. She put both hands to my legs, to either side of my
dick and pushed until my butt was tight against the car behind
me. "Don't move," she said and curled the forefingers and thumbs
of both around the base of my cock. Then she squeezed. She
squeezed hard.

It wasn't quite pain that I felt then, but a kind of all around
pressure like she was trying to pinch it off at the base. She
didn't pump it, or move the skin up and down like I'd heard about
at school - when girls were getting their boyfriends off on
dates. She held her hands still, at the bottom of the pole,
pulled it down level with her mouth and just squeezed. She licked
her lips once more, opened her mouth and leaned forward.

I'd heard of blow jobs before, of course. Tom Simmons at school
claimed that Mandy Jenkins had really given him once. But Tom was
a known liar and Mandy denied that it happened. Most of the girls
at school would make a face if anyone mentioned "giving head" and
swear they never had and never would. I'm not even sure this was
really a blow job. Not like anything I'd heard of them at least.
There was no bobbing up and down, no licking or kissing and her
hands didn't move. At least, they didn't move like I'd heard they
should. Her head simply slid forwads, mouth wide open and I saw
the end of me going into it. Until her head and hair got in the
way that is.

Her lips were barely touching my dick as her head slid forwards.
It felt kind of like a feather brushing it in a ring all around,
sliding further and further down my dick. Until the tip of it
came against something. I think it was the back of her mouth, and
she stopped. The lips didn't get tighter, but her teeth touched
me top and bottom. I somehow sensed or felt her jaw muscles
working and her head shifted a little as she pulled my cock
further downwards with her gripping fingers and thumbs. I felt it
with my cock when she swallowed and I wanted to cum, but
couldn't. Hell, I'd wanted to cum since I'd felt the first puff
of her breath across the end of my dick, but I couldn't. Her
fingers and thumbs were preventing it - holding me back. My balls
were hurting with the need for release, but she was stopping it
by squeezing so tight.

As soon as the swallow was done, she leaned forward again and I
felt myself pushing against the back of her mouth. Another shift
of the head while she pressed against me and the pressure on my
dick slid upwards, or maybe my cock bent down at the tip. I don't
know for sure, but I was suddenly sliding further inside of her
mouth and my dick was sliding into a wet gripping tunnel. "I must
have entered her throat," I thought as her nose came against my
stomach.

Only then did she close her mouth. Her lips tightened around me
next to her hands. Her teeth gripped lightly and her tongue
pressed upwards against the bottom of my shaft. I don't know if
it was her's or mine, but I was suddenly aware of a heartbeat
where her tongue and my cock pushed together. The entire
sensation was too much and it felt like my balls actually lurched
between my legs. Even more than before I wanted to let go and
empty myself, but she wasn't letting me. She was holding me back.


She breathed twice then, through her nose. Two large breaths and
I could feel the movement of the air past my stomach and into her
nose, and even more I could feel the wooshing air when she
exhaled. At the same time I thought I felt a movement of air and
a shifting of muscles or something inside of her throat. but I
wasn't exactly sure. The urge to move, to orgasm, to curl up from
the pressure, to ... I don't know ... to something - anything had
my mind beginning to fog. But it was soon to be over, too soon I
would be thinking later.

She paused after taking those two deep breaths, and then she
began to suck. She sucked hard, seemed almost to relax for an
instant, then sucked harder still, creating a vacuum around my
dick that pulled at it everywhere. Pulling the material on her
throat and her tongue tighter against and around me. I swear I
felt myself get longer and reach further into her throat ... and
then her hands relaxed.

Held back for however long it had been since she first touched
it, my dick suddenly throbbed and I felt it trying to lift
against the soft insides of her throat. It felt like I swelled
against her lips, her teeth, her tongue, the feeling moving
forwards along it's length and into her throat. I got hotter
there too, an almost burning sensation rising from the base
bottom of my cock and outwards towards the tip as I seemed to cum
and cum and cum - one surge following another and then another.
The skin of her throat actually felt cool to me where it wrapped
tightly around the head. And still I felt the suction in her
mouth, her throat, drawing more and more from me. Making it feel
as if she were trying to pull my balls through as well ... Then
it was over.

I quit cumming. I was empty, I could feel it and I was in heaven
... or was it hell? I didn't know. I didn't care. Never in my
life had I felt such a thing and I wanted to feel it again. My
legs suddenly felt hollow and my balls were the emptiest they had
ever been - even after a really good hand-job I'd never been so
completely empty.

The suction relaxed then. I guess Lonnie knew I was done too, and
she slid my cock from her mouth. She sat back on her heels
looking up at me.

I tried to move, to stand away from the car and almost fell on my
face. My legs wouldn't support me. It felt like she had sucked
all of the muscle out of them with the cum from my balls. They
were hollow ... I would have fallen too, if Lonnie hadn't leaned
forward and pressed herself against me. Her arms were at my sides
helping to support me. With everything else I had just felt, was
now feeling, I didn't miss the sensatoin of heat, from her
breasts, where she leaned against me.

"Stay still for a minute and lean against the car. Your strength
will come back quickly." She leaned back again, sitting on her
heels and looking into my eyes. All I could do was lean against
the car and breath. "Well? What did you think?" she finally
asked.

"I've never felt anything like it before." I said to her and then
couldn't help saying, "Of course I haven't! I'm a virgin! But god
that was fantastic. It was unbelievable." I was talking to myself
really, rather than to her, but I was saying aloud exactly what I
was thinking. I couldn't help myself.

At my words the grin she had been wearing widened into a smile.
Then, as I continued talking to myself, her smile broadened still
more and I thought she should have left red streaks on her
earlobes (had she been wearing lipstick that is). Then she was
laughing at my babbling and I finally shut up. She stopped
laughing, but she didn't stop smiling, beaming, as she looked at
me. She was like the Chesshire Cat just then, all shining eyes
and toothy smile and oh-so proud of herself. I could see it.

I could feel my strength returning. My groin was relaxing and my
legs actually felt like they were filling - regrowing below my
waist. I thought they would support me again and they did. I
stood, leaning down to Lonnie and taking her shoulders in my
hands. I have no idea when they were released from my coveralls,
but they were free now and I was using them. I lifted and she
stood. Our lips met again. Only this time our mouths were open
and our tongues met. This kiss was tight, hard and passionate.
Hungry.



We were sitting in the chairs in the front room of the garage,
beside the heater. We'd walked there hand in hand, leaning into
one another until we reached the chairs. I'd retrieved what was
left of my Coke and had opened another for her. We were just
sitting, looking at one another, and neither of use were saying
anything, at least not to each other. I would be sitting and
looking at her, I would sip from my Coke, then suddenly
everything would wash over me again. I'd start shaking my head
and saying "Man-o-man-o-man." I couldn't help myself. I'd done it
five or six times now and twice Lonnie had just broken out
laughing at me. But I was coming down to earth again and I
stopped myself, finally.

I looked down at myself. The coveralls were back up over my
shoulders, though the zipper was still all the way down, and I
could see that my pants were back up and buttoned.  Hell my
T-Shirt was even tucked in and I didn't remember any of it
happening.

I looked at her again and said, "Man-o-man that was great! And
you say your Daddy taught you that?"

Lonnie tensed and quickly looked over her shoulder, at the open
doorway. Seeing no one there she turned back around to me and
said, "Did I say that? I shouldn't have. It's a secret. But yes,
Daddy taught me that. Not Buddy, Mom's second husband, but my
real Dad. Back when I had just turned thirteen. He said it was
the one thing that mama would never do for him and he taught me
how."

"Well, I'm no expert, but I'd say he taught you good. But isn't
that ..." and I let my voice trail off not completing the
thought.

"Illegal? Immoral? Incest?" Lonnie provided a few endings for the
sentence I'd started. Her eyes were kind of misty looking but
still searching mine, my face, closely. "Yes it is. It's all
three. I even knew it at the time, but I didn't care. He was my
Daddy and I loved him. I still love him, though I'll probably
never see him again"

"He had been drinking and was horny. Mama was on the rag and said
no." There was a sharpness to her voice as she talked and her
words were rushed. "There was a big fight and Mom went home to
her parents for a couple of days. She left me there with dad
because, drunk or sober, she never thought he would touch me. She
was afraid to have me in the car with her. She was crying you
see." She paused to draw a breath, looking from one of my eyes to
the other and back again. "He wouldn't have touched me either, I
don't think. But he was hurting ... over the fight I think ...
and he was crying ... and I asked him ... I asked him if there
was anything I could do for him. He had been drinking more since
Mom had left and I think it was the alcohol talking when he said,
'Can you give your daddy a blow job?'." Lonnie was staring deep
into my eyes now, unblinking. Trying to see my reaction I think.
When she continued both of her hands were resting lightly on my
knees. She was leaning forward as if adding some emphasis to what
she was saying. "I know he was surprised when I asked him 'How do
I do that Daddy?"

She paused then and sat back breathing hard, hands now in her
lap, tight fists. I think it was draining her a lot to tell me
these things. But after a few seconds she started talking again,
looking down now at the chair between my knees. "So he taught me.
Not all at once ... and not especially because he wanted to ...
but he taught me. I really think that first time was caused by a
lot of things. His anger. His hurt with Mom. The alcohol and
something inside him. Something that really seemed to need the
oral sex Mom would never give him. At least, that is the decision
reached between me and the Shrink my mom sent me to a couple of
years ago, after the divorce. She thought I needed it. Maybe I
did at the time, I don't know."

"Did he ever do anything more with you? Your dad I mean."

"No. After that first time, Dad felt so bad about it that he
could hardly stand to even touch me for weeks. But, like I said.
I think he had this need. Eventually he got drunk again. He and
mom had another fight. This time, after she left, Dad came to me
and asked. I think he, somehow, finally justified it all to
himself by telling himself that he was teaching me to do it
properly - at least, that's what the Doctor thought. Protecting
and preparing his daughter for when she started dating. Besides,
Dad and I sometimes had long talks about it too, when we were
alone. About it not being normal and he hoped I could forgive
him."

"In the end, it was what ended his and Mom's marriage. She came
home unexpectedly one day and caught us. Daddy didn't have to go
to jail or anything, but he had to leave and Mom divorced him. He
moved right after the divorce and I haven't seen him since. Mom
took me to the shrink because she thought I needed it. She saw
him too, for a while. Until she met Buddy, about a year later,
then we both stopped going."

"As to there being anything more, no. There was never anything
else between Daddy and me. Except for the normal love between a
daddy and his daughter. It came up once though, when we were
talking. He said he was a pervert and an asshole, but he wasn't a
complete shit. So no, there was never anything more. And to make
a confession, I'm still a virgin too - in every way but that. But
I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"Okay. But can I say one thing?"

"What?"

"Man-o-man-o-man! That was great!" I said with a big smile on my
face. We both laughed.



I don't know how, but I got the oil change done - even with her
there. All I really wanted to do was sit with her and hold hands
and kiss her. I wasn't even thinking about the blow job anymore.
All I could think of was her eyes and those soft sweet lips of
hers. How they felt touching mine. I did keep looking at her
though, at them, at both of them, those eyes and those lips, as
the afternoon wore on. We also talked some more. A lot more.

We did kiss some more too, and sat together and held hands,
between customers that is. Right up until Mr. Miller came back.
It was lucky for us that he drove over the bell hose on the way
in too, or he might have found her sitting in my lap and us in a
lip lock. But we untangled before he came in and looked innocent
again. At least I think we looked innocent.

She left right after he came in and Mr. Miller spent the last
half hour, until I could leave, with this sly smile on his face.
He winked at me twice too. Then, as I was leaving, he told me to
be sure and go straight home. Reminded me that I had to start
dinner for my dad and me and told me I didn't have time for no
hanky panky. He was still laughing when I rode off on my bicycle,
red faced. All in all though, it was a hell of a way to start a
week.



Lonnie and I tried not to change the ways we acted around each
other in public. It wasn't something we had talked about, and
neither of us really suggested it. But we weren't making any
displays of ourseves when we were together either ... or at least
we didn't think we were ...

Still, we spent what time we could together, touched and held
hands. Kissed each other as often as we could. Nothing in public,
but only when we thought we were alone and people weren't
watching. Give us ten seconds of privacy and our fingers, our
lips would meet and then as quickly part. There was nothing
sexual in the contacts either, since we weren't grabbing each
other by the butts or groins ... and when we kissed it was always
gently, sensually.

Still, we must have been doing something wrong because Wednesday
morning Mr. Miller said something to her as soon as she walked
in. "Girl, whacha done ta young Dex here? He's almost sickenin'
to be around the last coupla days. Always smilin' an' hummin' to
hisself. An' it gets worse when you're here. Why he turns inna a
carved Halloween pumpkin. All wide smiles and sparkly eyes. An'
you ain't much better neither! Damn, afore ya knows it you'll
have me smilin' again too. Ya already done got to Old Purdy. He's
acting like a pup again." He was refering to the fact that
whenever Lonnie arrived the dog, if he was there, always got up
and walked over to her for a little attention. Something he did
for no other customer. But, there was a grin on Mr. Miller's face
and in his voice that took any supposed bite from the comment.

"Good morning to you too, Mr. Miller," Lonnie said and we both
smiled at him before walking into the back bay together. Not
holding hands, but close together and our fingers kept brushing
as we walked. I was doing a tire alignment on the Willie's Way
Stop van that morning and it was already up on the rack. The work
on the van was hardly done, and it was parked back out front,
when the boss said we should go outside to work on the
Metropolitan. We were "souring his coffee". But he said it with a
smile and I think the old coot was just giving us some time
alone, behind the eight foot privacy fence that surrounded his
"car yard."

It was that morning though that the subject of us getting
together and really "doing it" first came up. Not that either of
us actually said it. Neither she nor I actually came out and
"said" that we should have full on sex now. It seemed that we
both just knew it should happen.

As soon as we had gotten inside of the yard gate and closed it
behind us we hugged. We held each other and kissed for a couple
of minutes, lips, cheeks, necks, eyes, and then started to work
on the car.

We were pausing in our work, again. Had stepped close to one
another. We didn't speak, or kiss or hug each other again. We
were working after all. We just stood real close, touching
fingertips while I looked into her eyes and face, while she
looked into mine. It seemed we were pausing a lot that morning.

"I think it will have to be on a Sunday," she said.

"Only day I really have off." I replied. "Work 'til four,
four-thirty weekdays - and Saturday is for extra chores and yard
work mornings. Saturday afternoons everyone in town's out and
about. People around here don't miss much."

"Evenings our parents are always around. Pay more attention to
us."

"Very little time alone. We would be missed."

"We'll need a place," she commented and looked to me for that
answer.

When I didn't answer right away she turned back to the car and
started working again. After a few seconds, so did I. But I was
thinking.

I knew lots of little private places in the area around town
where we could probably find privacy. Places I used to go when I
wanted to be alone. Clearings in the woods. Shady spots by the
river. Picnic grounds and piney woods. I had shown most of them
to Lonnie already in the previouse weeks. All of them had an
extra element of risk involved in using them though. It was
mid-August and people could turn up anywhere, at any time. I used
to be disturbed by them all the time, when all I wanted was time
alone. Except for Sundays that is. Especially in the mornings.
Half the town would be in church and the other half would be
either still in bed, or at home sipping coffee. Still, people
often fished early, there were lunch time picnics and the few
kids in town who got chased out of the house to "go play
outside." Then I had an idea and quit thinking. I started back to
work in earnest.

At the next "pause" I said, "How about here?"

"Here?"

"Right here. In the yard. The station will be closed and Mr.
Miller never comes in on Sunday. It's where we always spend
Sunday mornings anyway, working on the car. We've never been
disturbed here. No ones ever come by."

She was looking around. "Nice high fence. No one could see. But
where?"

"The Caddy in the back. It's a real gunboat for size, it's huge.
Seats are wider than I am tall and in good shape. Windows are all
there. Even the carpet is mostly good. Go check."

She did and I moved about the now nearly completed Nash and
admired our work. Lights were all in and the wiring was done.
We'd finished the primer painting last weekend. We'd even had it
running and driven it around inside the fenced yard. Of course,
sitting on a milk crate while driving on the roads wouldn't do.
Still, Mr. Miller had found someone with a reupholstery kit for
the seats and my Uncle Geno had promised to talk us through
re-doing them at his shop.

Geno wasn't really my uncle. Just an old friend of my dads who'd
been around as long as I could remember. I'd always called him
Uncle Geno though. Him and dad go hunting or fishing together
four or five times a year. Geno runs an upholstery shop over on
Candy Mountain Road in Liberty, across the state line. Mr. Miller
has promised me next Wednesday off and Dad has said I could drive
him to work, use his truck. I still didn't know if Lonnie's mom
will let her go or not. Neither does Lonnie yet. She's been
nervous about asking.

"The seats, a bit of carpeting and some paint and she'll be ready
in time for driving to school this year," I was thinking when
Lonnie came back.

"We'll have to clean it first," she said, showing her agreement
with my choice. "There's spider webs inside and might be bugs."

"We can do that. We have a few days. I have a thick sleeping bag
in the basement. I can bring over, hide it in the Metropolitan's
trunk. Should make a soft mattress."

"This Sunday then?"

"Okay."

"We'll need a condom."

"I can get one."

"Or two."

"I can get two." She leaned close and kissed me softly. Work was
delayed again as we stayed that way for the longest time. Our
hands and lips touching. My dick rising under the coveralls when
her boobs pressed into my chest. We didn't do anything about that
though. He would have to wait for Sunday I guess.



Sunday dawned sunny and warm. One small worry for the day had
been removed the night before. When Dad told me they were under
their monthly quota at the plant and he would be working this
morning. He had barely left for work when I walked out the side
door and up the driveway. I had a bag of trash in one hand and a
cup of coffee in the other. I was replacing the lid on the trash
can when there was a loud "Hello" from across the street.

It was Lonnie who had apparently seen me through a window and had
stepped out. She was wearing a long T-shirt thing that covered
her to mid thigh and also carried a coffee cup. "You're up?" I
called.

"Didn't sleep much last night," and she smiled. I thought I saw a
blush rise into her cheeks, even from across the street.

"Me neither," and I quickly looked up and down the empty street,
feeling the heat rising in my own cheeks. I was suddenly worried
that someone might see the two blushing fools yelling back and
forth across Main Street. Put two and two together. "Your
Mother?"

"Still sleeping. Want to go early?"

"I need twenty minutes to shower and dress." I was only wearing a
pair of cut-offs.

She looked down at herself and back to me before calling out
"Duh!" But she was smiling.

"Yeah, okay! Twenty minutes then?"

"Twenty minutes!"



We leaned the bicycles against the inside of the wooden fence and
pushed the wide entry gates closed again. I already had the key
to the Metropolitan's trunk in my hand and Lonnie took it from
me.

"I'll get the sleeping bag from the trunk and meet you at the
Caddy. You lock the gate."

"Lock the gate?" I thought as she hurried by me. "Lock the gate?"
I thought again and turned to look at it. I hadn't thought of
that before this very moment and now I wondered "How?" There had
never been a need before and there was nothing attached that
would do it. No hasps or pin bolts. No hooks and eyes, no
nothing. There was only the hasp on the outside of the gate and
the lock hanging from it. Before now, there had never been a need
for keeping people out when someone was in the yard. The only
worries had been in keeping them out when someone wasn't. Mr.
Miller and I had a key to that lock, and so did Lonnie for tha
last couple weeks. But that did no good. There was nothing to
attach it to on the inside.

Lock the gate? But it made sense too. It would keep anyone from
coming through and finding us before we could dress. It could
give us an extra minute or two. Looking around quickly I found a
length of four by four board and wedged it against the slats of
the gate. It was something, maybe not much, but something. I went
after Lonnie.

She was already at the Cadillac when I arrived and had unrolled
the sleeping bag across the back seat. She was unzipping it and
folding one flap up and over the seat back. I had come up on the
far side of the car from her and opened that back door as well.
The day was getting hot already and it would allow air to move
through the back seat.

Lonnie smiled at me across the length or the seat and stood up on
her side of the car. I stood up on mine. With a smile her arms
and hands raised up before her, dragging her T-shirt with them.
It slid over her head and off. "Meet in the middle of the seat?"
and the shirt was dropping from her hands as they moved back down
below the edge of the car's top, out of sight. It was a race then
and as my own shirt rose above my head and I dropped it, her
shoulders and body were already wriggling as she loosened her
jeans. I had an advantage though. Lonnie's jeans were always skin
tight, form fitting, while mine fit loosely. In fact, if it
weren't for the belt I wore, they'd slide down over my ass when I
walked. I used that to my advantage now. Loosening the belt, I
pushed down on the waist band and they slid down my legs,
gathering in a heap at the ankles. Lonnie had to bend over and
push hers down, at least as far as her knees. A quick move with a
toe, behind each heel, and I was stepping out of my sneakers.

We arrived in the center of the seat at close to the same instant
and our lips met. We maintained the kiss as we shifted further
into the seat, she shifting to her right and I to mine, twisting
around. Our right hips met. Her right breast pressed into mine.
Her left hand sought, found and held the back of my head and mine
did the same to hers, even as our right hands fell to and rested
on the other's thigh.

That kiss seemed to go on forever, starting soft and hungry, lips
together and eyes shut. I leaned into her and my greater weight
pressed her backwards and into the seat behind her. Our lips
parted and and the kiss became passion itself, demanding now as
our tongues sought and carressed each other. Her right hand rose
along my body, sliding across my stomach, up my side seeking the
left side of my chest. I tried to slide my hand forward along her
thigh and downwards. But her left hand left my head and captured
it, lifting it from it's quest and raising it to her left breast.
Which was completely okay with me. I'd wanted to really see and
finally feel her breasts since I'd seen them through that wet
blouse in the river. I wanted to see them now, and was tempted to
stop the kiss, lean back to look. But I was afraid of spoiling
the moment, or ending things without losing my virginity and
taking hers.

She began to massage and manipulate my man-tit and I returned the
favor for her. I really thought I was getting the better of it
though. There was so much more of her to play with and explore.
It was all so much softer and more pleasurable than mine I
thought.

The kiss finally ended in a series of a dozen smaller kisses that
roamed across the other's cheek, down the neck until we were
kissing the left shoulder and collar bone. A few kisses there and
we both "bit", pulled back and laughed softly as we shifted
about. Each then kissing down the left side of the other's chest.
It was amazing that we each seemed to be moving in exactly the
same way. Everything seemed to be coming so naturally and we were
moving as one. Except for my trying to slide my hand between her
legs too soon, all of our moves were the same. I didn't know if
she was leading and I was following her almost instantly, or If I
was leading and she was following. Maybe it was a little of both
and we were trading back and forth.

It didn't matter though, not really. I was in heaven and so
excited that I could feel something leaking out of my stiffened
dick and sliding across my leg as I shifted my butt outwards and
my lips finally reached her breast. She had made a similar move
and arrived at mine as well.

My left hand was now on the side of her hip, Sliding up and down
along it from her waist to her thigh as my right, trapped between
us, lifted and guided her heavy breast to my mouth. I lifted the
stiff nipple to my mouth and kissed it, then pulled it between my
pursed lips and sucked at it hard, tickling the tip of it with my
tongue.

Lonnie was doing much the same for me, though she included many
kisses to the flesh surrounding my much tinier nipple and had
begun nipping at the flesh and the nipple itself. My dick was
throbbing where it pressed against the sleeping bag covered seat
back. It felt as if my heart had left my chest and now lived in
the head of it - I felt each beat storngly there. I was busy
myself though. I had parted my lips and opened my mouth as widely
as I could. I was trying to see just how much of her tit I could
suck inside of my mouth. Some would go in and then stop and I
would hold it there while I breathed through my nose. Then suck
again and more of her would enter my mouth. I worked my my jaw,
half gnawing at the flesh my mouth contained and half trying to
relax my jaw still against her, open my mouth wider, get more of
her inside.

I curled my tongue back, probing against her breast trying to
reach the nipple with it. All without letting any of her flesh
escape. I didn't quite manage it. I felt the edge of her nipple
surround when I reached it though. I had earlier noticed a series
of tiny little bumps, like chill bumps, around the edge of that
darker part and I felt them with my tongue mow. But in terms of
reaching her nipple from there, I knew I couldn't do it. There
was a lot of tit territory to cover and I knew I would have to
give up some of her up. I wasn't ready to do that yet, so I put
my tongue back where it belonged and with the underside of her
boob while I sucked again. More of her slipped inside and I felt
it when she touched something near the back of my mouth. I think
it was her nipple doing the touching, but I wans't sure. I only
knew I had almost gagged and thought I should do something else.

Even as I let her boob slip from my mouth, she took my nipple
between her teeth and bit. I groaned.

When I released her, she released me and pushed me away, sitting
up in the seat and looking at me. "You did remember the condom,
didn't you?"

"Yes, I remembered."

"Good. I don't want to get this far and have to stop." Her left
hand slid between her legs and I had the momentary thought, "That
should be my hand," but I didn't say anything. She continued,
"Get it. I think it's time."

I turned to the door and slid forward until my feet were on the
ground outside. Leaning down, I picked up my pants and reached
into the watch pocket. I had brought three condoms with me,
instead of the two we'd discussed earlier. I passed them all to
her. She put two on the back shelf and handed the third back to
me. "Put it on. Just pull it over the tip and unroll it down your
cock." and she started shifting around in the seat until her feet
and legs were to either side of me. Her left hand still busy
rubbing.

Looking at the foil packet in my hands I found an "easy tear"
notch near one corner and opened it, pulling the rubbery thing
out into my palm.

I had never seen or held one before and I looked at it for a
minute, wondering how the thin material could be strong enough.
It felt kind of greasy and slick to my fingers. I followed her
directions though, and pulled a bit of it over the end of my
dick. I tried to unroll it like she said and it wouldn't. A
little confusion and I finally figured out that I was trying to
put it on inside out. I reversed it and it went on easier than
I'd expected, hugging every inch of my dick from the tip to the
base. It really felt weird.

I stood in the doorway then and turned to face her. Her hand
moved from between her legs and I was looking at a surprisingly
flat pussy. I'd seen some drawings and cartoons on the internet
and stumbled into some sites with pictures (before dads
surf-nanny program kicked me out of them). Everything I had seen
had shown the pussy to be a prominent mound with thick lips and a
long slit. When she'd moved her hand out of the way Lonnie's
seemed smaller than I expected - the cleft not so long and the
lips flatter than I'd thought they would. I'd also expected some
kind of hair, like I had or like in the pictures and drawings,
but there was none. None at all. She used her feet and arms,
shifting her bottom closer to the edge of the seat, then lifted
her legs and spread them wide. As she did, her pussy kind of
opened and I saw the insides of my first real one.

There was a little vee of flesh near the top with a whitish ridge
under it. Just below that was a little pucker and below that a
small hole that got a little bigger as her legs spread further. I
could almost see inside it and it all looked kind of wet. I
wanted to keep looking at it, all of it. Wanted to lean down
close for a closer look. But she had raised her arms to me, hands
hanging in the air between her parted thighs and I went to her.

She hugged me once and raised her head to kiss me quickly. Then
pushed against my chest until I'd raised myself enough for her to
see between us. Raising her head she pressed her chin into her
chest and looked down her own body, she slid her hands down to
take hold of me. Her fingers wrapped around the condom and she
seemed interested in the feel of it, while I was suddely
interested in the folds at the sides of her neck. It had widened
as she pressed her chin so tightely to her chest, and there were
what looked like real folds in the flesh there. Considering what
we were doing, what we were about to do, I probably shouldn't
even be noticing that. But I did and I couldn't tear my eyes away
from them, until she moved her head back and leaned up for
another kiss. Those folds disappeared when she did that.

She again shifted her head to look between us again and her hands
began pulling at me, moving me this way and that. I could feel
her through the rubber coating as she moved me around. I raised
myself to the full extension of my arms and arched my back a
little, lowering my head down beside hers. I wanted to see what
she was doing.

I watched, and shifted my hips slightly as she moved her hands a
little this way and that. Feeling the muted contact, the pressure
where we touched, where she touched me. It wasn't like before.
When she had first touched me other day it was as if an electric
shock had gone all through me. Now, though some of that was still
there, it was all less intense somehow.

She finally stopped moving me around, held me steady against
herself and I felt a ring like pressure at the tip. "Now, gently
push."

I pushed forward with my hips, as gently as I could, and the ring
began to expand. Then I hit something and was stopped.

"Oh, damn! That hurts," she said.

I froze where I was and didn't move. "Should I stop? Take it
out?"

Her teeth were clenched when she said, "No. Keep going. I want to
do this."

I pushed again, as slowly and gently as I could. The pressure
against the end of my dick increased. I don't think I made it any
further inside her at all. "Oh. oh. oh!" she said and tears began
to appear at the corner's of her eyes. Her face showing the pain
she was feeling.

"You sure you don't want me to stop? I don't want to hurt you."

"Damn! Oh shit! No! Don't stop! If we stop now I won't have the
nerve to try again and I want this. Push damn you! Push harder!"
I tucked my head into the curve of her shoulder and neck, not
wanting to look at the pain on her face, in her eyes. I slid my
hands under her back, hooked them over her shoulders and did as I
was asked.

I thought my dick was going to bend double, that I was going to
slip out without getting inside of her. Then, suddenly, the
resistance was gone and half of my length slid into her. She
practically howled into my ear and her hands jerked around to
clutch at my back. I froze then - but only for a second or two,
remembering what she had said. Gripping her shoulders more
tightly I pushed forward sharply and my hips met hers.

This time she did howl. A long drawn out "O-w-w-w! Her arms and
legs wrapped themselves tightly around my back and hips, holding
on tightly. "Oh, Fuck! ... Shit! ... Don't move again! Please,
please, please don't move again. Just lay still and let me catch
my breath ... Try and get used to this ... oh, it hurts." her
breath was coming in short pants next to my ears and I raised my
head to look at her face again.

She was staring straight up at the roof of the old Caddy. Eyes
wide and glassy looking. Her cheeks were sucking in sharpley with
each intake of breath and then puffing out broadly on the exhale,
her mouth a small "O". Tears were flowing freely back across her
temples and little beads of sweat were standing out across her
forehead and upper lip. She was mewling deep in her throat with
each breath. I must have hurt her badly and I was sorry for it. I
would have pulled out, moved away from her, but her grip
pervented any movement on my part. "Are you okay? I didn't mean
to hurt you."

Her eyes shifted and she focused on my face. Then, even through
whatever pain she was feeling, she smiled and her right hand
moved to the back of my head. She began stroking my hair. "It's
okay, Dexter. I'll be fine in a minute or two I'm sure. It's
supposed to hurt the first time, or so I have been told. I just
didn't expect ... ooh! ... But the pain is already going away."

I leaned my head back down and into her shoulder, comforted more
by her stroking of my hair than by her words. But her breathing
was calming, returning to normal and I was suddenly aware of her
breasts pressing into my chest. How they rose and fell,
tightening agaisnt me and pressing into more of my chest when she
inhaled, then relaxing some and drawing back when she breathed
out. I could feel her stomach first touching mine, then drawing
away. Further down I could feel me inside of her. I was being
squeezed over the bottom couple of inches of my cock, like her
fingers had done the other day - only not tightly. It was a firm
continuous squeeze all around the base. Further up the shaft, I
could still feel her against me, all of me there, but not so
tightly. And I was becoming aware of the heat of being inside
her. The heat of her inner body was reaching me through the
condom and her stomach muscles were rippling around me as she
continued to cry and breath. I came then.

Knowing that I was with a naked girl, inside of her, feeling the
heat of her and the movements of her inner body. All of it forced
me over the edge, and I came. And as I did so my cock seemed to
jerk this way and that inside her. She groaned again as I
collapsed on top of her - my legs no longer able to hold me up.
They had emptied again, gone all hollow.

It wasn't long that I lay there, but my falling weight had forced
the air from her lungs. Even before I was able to move her hands
were pushing at my shoulders and she was telling me she couldn't
breath. In those seconds, however long they were, I had softened
and as I shifted on top of her I slipped free and felt the cooler
air of the outside world against my cock. I was still levering
myself up when I realized I was no longer covered by the condom.
"Oh, shit!" I thought. Did it fall off inside her? I moved back
quickly, sitting back away from her, and looked down at her
pussy. There was the open end of the condom, where it had fit
around my dick, hanging from inside of her and I reached for it.
Lonnie saw the movement and her hands darted down to hold my
wrists. I don't know what she thought I might be doing, but I
didn't think it was a good idea to leave it inside of her either.


"Let me go." I looked into her eyes. "The condom slipped off as I
came out and is still partly inside you. I'm just going to pull
it out." She released me and I did. When I did, her face screwed
up again and she said an "ow". The tears started once more. I was
horrorfied that I was causing her more pain, even with such a
small thing. It must have shown in my face for she smiled at me
almost immediatly and softly said, "It's okay, Dexter. It just
surprised me. It hurt a little more than I expected is all.
Everything seems so tender there right now." There was a little
blood also, A pinkish film coated outsides of the condom and
there was blood on her lips down there, but not much. Only a few
drops and a smear on one thigh.

I dropped the condom outside of in the grass and moved between
the front and back seats. Knealling in the footwell beside her I
put my arms around her chest and pulled her to me. Her arms went
around my neck and she cried softly into my shoulder.

We sat that way for a long time. Long after her crying had
stopped and her breathing returned to normal. Me knealing on the
floor beside her, holding her, rocking back and forth. She was
holding my neck and letting me. It was my turn to stroke her
hair. Her breasts were pressing against the side of my chest and
her nose and mouth were nuzzled agaist the curve of my neck. I
was aware of every inch of skin contact between us. Eventually
she began kissing my neck there while I rocked her. Eventually
she tipped her head back and kissed my chin and then, as I looked
down slightly, my lips.

"Thank you."

"Thank you. Feeling better now? Has it stopped hurting?""

"Not completely. But it's only a little pain now and fading. We'd
better get dressed though. We can't stay like this all day."

"But I like you this way. You're beautiful and your clothes
always hide so much." She stuck her tongue out at me and pushed
against my chest with her hands. I moved. Leaning against the
back of the front seat behind me as I released her. She began
pushing herself up and scooching back towards the door she'd
entered the car through. I stayed where I was and watched her.
She was sitting near the edge of the seat then, her back still to
the door, her legs across the seat in front of me. I stayed where
I was and just watched her, my head and eyes moving up and down
her body as she moved. She looked into my face for a second, then
drew her left knee tightly to her chest, heel touching her
buttock, and swung around in her seat. Her right leg came to the
seats edge, bent at the knee knee, and she placed that foot on
the floor to my left. Her left leg, once beyond me, came out and
that foot rested on the floor to my right. She leaned back in the
seat and grinned.

"You like me like this, huh?"

"Oh yes." She put her hands under her breasts and jiggled them.

"You like these?"

"Oh yes." She pulled in her stomach, kind of arching her back and
reached down between her spread thighs, one hand on each. The
area above her pussy came into better view. Gripping her thighs,
she rolled them, pulling them back, lifting, and the very top of
her cleft came into sight.

"You like this too? You like the way it looks?"

"Oh yes." I was in a rut. But then I had a thought and without
thinking said it out loud, "But, I expected some hair."

"Oh, there was hair there all right. Lot's of it. Yesterday I
looked like a whooly red mammoth. I shaved it last night after my
bath. I wanted it all clean and nice for you."

"Oh."

"Disappointed?"

"No. It just surprised me a little. I'd seen a few pictures, on
the internet, and had expected some is all. I didn't know women
sometimes shave it off." I leaned back and looked down my
stomach, to the hair above my own crotch, and said, "Should I
have shaved mine off too?" The very idea of me trying to shave
down there filled me with dread. I hardly had to shave my face
regularly yet and when I did, I always seemed to cut myself.
Cutting myself "there" was a scary thought.

"No silly." and she leaned forward and kissed me. "Men don't
shave there. Neither do most women either - except for the legs
and to trim some. Enough so it will always be out of sight, even
in our underwear. But men usually don't at all ... I don't think.
But look," and she raised her left leg like she had the right and
swivelled around so her feet were now outside of the open door.
"We had plans to start the final painting on the car today ...
plus this, of course. We'd better get started on the painting, if
we're gonna." I still didn't move and she leaned over to kiss me
again, then leaned out and stood up. Still I didn't move, even as
she stepped away the single pace to where her clothing lay on the
ground. She bent down and reached into her puddled jeans for her
panties. I was awestruck.

Her feet were just slightly parted and she bent only at the
waist. She didn't flex her knees at all. As she did so, Her hips
seemed to widen a bit and her butt cleft opened. The further she
bent, the higher her butt moved, the further the cleft widened.
Her pussy came into view and I saw there really was a slight
mound to it now. Yet what was happening above it that now
interested me most. As she kept bending over a kind of funnel
opened up between those cheeks and around her butthole. It was a
brownish pink funnel of flesh that ended at a tight darker pucker
at it's bottom. It was fascinating and I couldn't take my eyes
from it. Then her hips rose on one side and dipped on the other,
again and again, repeatedly, rocking side to side quickly. Her
cheeks bounced and jiggled ever so gently.

I glanced away fromt her butt and down. She was looking at me
around her leg.

"Okay. You have just been mooned. Now get moving and get some
clothes on. We have work to do, remember?" Panties in hand she
stood up, without turning around, and raised one leg to begin
dressing. I turned then, exited the other door of the car and
dressed myself. Dressed I headed for the Metropolitan. Before she
joined me, Lonnie took the time to fold and reroll the sleeping
bag.



What we were doing with the car today we had talked about, a lot.
The actual painting of the car. We both wanted to repaint it in
the same pattern it had first been painted, but then had
disagreed on the colors. I had wanted to paint it brown and tan
and she wanted it red and white. A very bright red and a pure
snowy white. I don't like red cars and told her so. One of our
first arguments had been over the color of the car, but in the
end I relented ... sort of. It was going to be a red and white
all right, but a very deep red, almost a maroon and more of a
beige that a true white. Kind of a creamy looking color. Really,
I'd given in on the white first. I was hoping she would stop
objecting to the Chestnut brown I wanted for the other color. But
she had called it a sick looking color. She absolutely hated it
so and wouldn't ride in a car that color, so I finally gave in.
Still, I refused to paint it a bright red. Dad and I stopped by
an auto parts store, where they sold paints. They gave me a card
with lots of sample colors on it and we finally decided on the
dark red and cream combination.

I had twenty spray cans of the red and twenty cans of a cream
paint in the trunk. Yesterday afternoon we had given the car a
final sanding and had taped off everything that wasn't going to
be red. That was the first color we were putting on. I was
pouring alcohol onto a rag for a final rub down of the car
(something Mr. Miller had said was very important when painting)
when Lonnie came over with the sleeping bag and dropped it in the
trunk.

"Look," she started. "I'm going to ride back to the house real
quick and take a shower. I feel all sweaty and yucky everywhere
and want to get it off. You start without me. I'll take the
bicycle and be back quick as I can, okay?"

"Okay." and that's what we did. She was gone just over an hour
and I was mostly done with the red when she got back. The only
thing left to paint was the hood and trunk lids. She grabbed one
of the cans and set to work on the trunk while I worked on the
hood. When we were done, we had only one and part of another can
of red left. Armed with a can each we started circling the car
looking for anything that needed touching up, but it all looked
good to us.



When she'd come back, Lonnie'd brought her purse with her,
something she Seldom did. It's a big bag of a thing and I usually
kidded her about it being a small suitcase whenever I saw it.
Today I didn't. When we finished painting, I was soon glad that I
hadn't too. She reached inside of the thing and brought out
sandwiches and sodas for the both of us. She also brought out a
large towel and laid it out on the hood and fender of the other
Metropolitan. We sat on it while we ate, admiring our efforts and
stopping every three or four bites for a kiss.

"We aren't going to be able to do the white today are we?" She
asked.

"Don't think so. I think the Red is going to have to dry for a
couple of days first. We can take off the tape and newspaper in
an hour or so though. Once it's tacked good. Have to be careful
not to hit the new paint and smear or mark it, when we do."

"So Tuesday we can do the white?"

"Maybe. Probably be better to wait for Wednesday ... no,
Thursday. Wednesday is when we recover the seats. I'll ask Mr.
Miller about it tomorrow though. He'll know."

"So what are we going to do until the paint gets tacky?"

"I don't know. Whatta you wanna do?"

"Wanna try again what we did earlier?"

"Can we? Isn't it too soon or something? It won't hurt you more
will it?"

"I don't think so. It's been hours. When we were done before I
was more stiff than hurting. The shower made me feel better and
the stiffness is all gone now."

"You wanna?"

"If you want to."

"If it will let me see you naked again, I wanna," I said with a
grin. She slapped me in the arm. "Shall I get the sleeping bag?"

"Yep!"



It was only a metter of minutes and we were meeting again in the
center of that back seat. The padding of the sleeping bag beneath
us as we scooched forward on our knees. We stayed as erect as the
low roof would allow for our first contact. Trying for as much
front body contact as we could get, we kissed and necked. Our
hands roving, travelling up and down each others sides and backs.
Both grabbing hands full of butt and pulling closer. Giggling and
laughing the whole time.

She'd brought that purse with her and it was laying in the foot
well before the seat. I accidently kicked it as we shifted around
to lay stretched out on the seat. This time it was my hand
between her legs, but then, hers was between mine too. She was
giving me another blow job too. It was only a short time before I
was emptying myself into her throat again and going soft. I was
doing all right for a while, holding off and trying to wait until
we were really "doing it" again. But I must have done something
right with my hands. She suddenly stiffened and groaned. The
vibrations around my cock, so deep in her throat, were more than
I could stand and the first spurt caught even me by surprise.

I was heartbroken and shamed. Here we were suppposed to make love
and I hadn't been able to hold off until she was ready for it. I
really thought it was all over then, but it wasn't long until she
had me getting stiff again. Damn she was good with her mouth.

It was about that time that I started wondering what she tasted
like down there. She was sucking me and had twice swallowed
everything I shot into her mouth and all I'd done was suck a tit.
My fingers were coated with the juice coming from her pussy so I
lifted my hand away and raised it to my nose. I sniffed.

"What are you doing?" Lonnie raised her head and asked. It
smelled okay, a little different from anything else I'd ever
smelled, but okay.

"I was just wondering what you tasted like. You've tasted me." I
moved my fingers to my lips, stuck out my tongue and licked.

"Oh, yuck!"

"Nope. It's not bad really. Kind of sweet and tart at the same
time." I stuck two fingers into my mouth and sucked. I liked it.

Without waiting to ask her, or even thinking that I should, I
took one thigh in each hand and lifted her legs, pulling them as
wide as I could. Then leaned down and planted my mouth over her
pussy. I sucked. Then I licked, running my tongue around the
outsides of her pussy where my fingers had smeared her juices.
Lonnie released my dick and moaned loudly. Her right leg jerked
in my hand. But she didn't push me away. I kept at it. Only now I
was pushing my tongue into her cleft, trying to touch everything
I could find. I was tracing every ridge and crevasse with the tip
of my tongue.  Then pushed my tongue as far as I could into the
hole my dick had been in earlier and sucked. Lonnie's hips
bounced and she started a soft sing-song "Oh shit, oh shit, oh
shit, oh shit." Her strongest reaction came when I traced my
tongue along the sides of that white ridge I'd seen earlier.

I pushed my tongue up under that hood to reach as much of it as I
could. I thought for a moment that Lonnie was going nuts, that I
moght have hurt her again. Her hips jerked once then bounced on
the seat. Her legs came back and hit me hard in the shoulders.
She said "Oh!" once, very sharply, and then just lay beneath me
quivering. One heel swung around and hit me in the cheek, the
nose. I thought for a while that she broke it.

When she quit quivering and her legs began relaxing, Lonnie
slapped the side of my hip and said, "Turn around here. I want to
try the real thing again. Damn that was good, what you just did,
and I hope the other can feel half as good. I know I want it, so
we're going to try. Hand me my bag."

I reached her purse up to her and she dug around inside. She
handed me a foil packet I recognized. "You left these in the car
earlier and I rescued them." She held up the other for me to see,
"I'm going to hold on to this one. We'll use it some other time."

I was already tearing the one open and made no mistakes about
putting it on right this time. Lonnie was digging in her bag
again and came up with a small tube that had no label. She
squeezed a little onto her fingers and reached down between her
legs. Seeing me watching she said, "It's a lube. I borrowed it
from my mother' bed table. It should let you go in easier ... so
things won't hurt so much this time."

I guess it worked because I slipped in easily. This time Lonnie
had pushed me onto my back and straddled me. One knee on the seat
and the other over it's edge, foot on the floor. She'd taken me
in her hand and then sat on me. Not all at once though. A little
at a time, She took the head and a little bit, then raised back
up and sat again, taking a little more. Then a little more and a
little more each time she pressed back down. When she was sitting
on my hips, she stopped and just breathed for a moment, After
sitting still for a few seconds, instead of raising herself and
sitting on it, she began to rock back and forth. She was sliding
her hips forward an inch or two and then back. She seemed to like
the sensation (and so did I) because she grinned broadly and
brought both of her hands to her tits and grabbed her own
nipples. She was getting wetter inside and some of it was running
down her leg and my cock. Wetting my hip, my hair.

"I'd never felt anything like it and was content to lay there and
feel it. Lonnie wasn't as happy with that though. She looked down
and reached for my hands, bringing them to her breasts. She
reached for my nipples then and pinched them, hard. I returned
the favor and she smiled broadly. She twisted and I twisted, She
pulled and I pulled. She spread her fingers wide across my chest
and brought them to her thumbs, trying to pinch as much of me
between tham as she could. I closed my hands on her breasts and
squeezed, pushing the two of them together and then pushing them
back into her ribs. I was trying to flatten them under my hands.
She moaned and pressed her hips down harder against mine.
Pressing down hard she slid forward and groaned loudly. Her
movements were becoming quicker, more demanding as she
practically slammed her hips down and forward and then up and
back. Her hands fell to the seat on either side of my chest and
her body began to shake under my hands. Something inside of her
took hold of my cock in the middle of all that, wrapping it in a
hot blanket and sliding all around it. I came for the third time
that day.

I didn't have so much to give her that time and was empty in only
a couple of squirks. But I didn't go soft like I had earlier. My
cock kept jerking and twitching inside of her. My balls were
tingling and vibrating in their sack like the two of them were
trying to find more to give her, but I was dry.

Lonnie finally lowered herself down onto my chest and I slipped
from her pussy. She kissed me once, long and hard before sliding
down my side, into the space between me and the back of the seat.
She wriggled them, snuggling closer. Sliding down my body until
her shoulder was under mine and she could rest her head on my
chest and shoulder. She felt good there and I wished she would
never move.

I was thinking back over the events of the day, the last week,
everything that had happened to and between us since we'd met. I
had a sudden image of her transluscent white shirt plastered over
her breasts in the river and as quickly my mind's eye was filled
with the image of her smile, my nose with the scent of the soap
she always used and the fragrance of her hair. I had the memory
of our first hug and could still feel it.

I nudged her butt with the heel of my hand. "Hey!"

Her fingers, which had been tracing lazy circles on the skin of
my chest, stopped and she thumped lightly at my chest with the
heel of her hand. "What?"

"I was just thinking, remembering."

"Remembering what? What we just did?"

"No, well that too, but not just that. I was remembering
everything. Every minute we've been together since we met. Every
time we talked, the things we did, every time we touched."

"Every time we touched," and I could hear the smile in her voice,
even through the smart ass tone. "And ..."

"And, I think ... no, I know, that I'm in love with you."

"I know you are. If you weren't, we wouldn't be here right now. I
love you too. Now shut up. Your nipple is hard and I want to suck
it."

... and she did.



The car runs great too. Lonnie and I drive it back and forth to
school together every day. Sometimes the trip to or from school
takes a little longer than on other days.



Hope you enjoyed,
Ray
Just when I discovered the meaning of life
They changed it!

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