"I can't help it," he told her. "I'm only human. I have to get my fucks like anybody else."
Once she had dressed and they got back in the front seat, Ken drove her back home.
"I wouldn't mention this to anyone if I were you," Cathy told Ken. "I'm not a slut. Remember that. I'm not gonna play around with anybody else. So you're only gonna disappoint them if you suggest that I would."
Ken assured her that he wouldn't mention it to anyone.
"Don't worry," he told her, "I don't talk. I just fuck and keep my mouth shut."
Cathy gasped in surprise as she saw how cold it could be.
"I thought maybe you would suggest we go steady after all of that wild sex," she said, obviously saddened by the fact that Ken didn't care to make any commitment of any kind.
"I'm sorry, Cathy," he told her, "but that's the way it is. I love you, baby – but I love all the others, too."
Disgusted now, she got out of the car and slammed the door as she left him alone.
Ken drove away in the night, not concerned in the least. He was certain that he could always find another girl to take care of him. And he was not going to be fastened to Cathy no matter how difficult she would act.
The next day when he was at school there was a girl that he did notice. When he was sitting in his math class he could look over his shoulder and see her. And when she would raise her legs a certain way he could just catch sight of her crotch. There was something about seeing a glimpse of her red panties that really got him excited. He knew he would have to talk to her and get acquainted with her. She was a new girl in school and it wasn't going to be easy.
After classes were over that day, he made it a point to look her way as she left the campus.
"Hi, Laura," he smiled at her.
Laura, who was a stunning blonde, had plenty of boys always giving her the eye. Ken was appealing, however, and she figured it might not hurt to speak to him.
"Oh, hi, Ken," Laura greeted him.
Laura and Ken walked home together after school that day. Ken talked to her about his feelings concerning young people and sex.
"I don't know why you're talking all this over with me," Laura finally told him, "because we don't even know each other that well."
"That's not gonna be my fault," he told her, "because I want to get to know you a lot better."
Laura was disgusted with the hard sell that Ken was trying to make of himself to her. She felt he had pushed much too hard and she didn't hesitate to tell him she resented his behavior.
"Look," she told him frankly, "I don't like your attitude. You aren't gonna score with me if you keep it up."
Ken paid no attention. When he got to Laura's house he asked her for a date.
"I don't think we have enough in common," she said as she turned around and left him.
It always bothered Ken when he couldn't score. And it really bothered him that Laura had given him such a cold shoulder.
"All right," he told her, "if you don't care to go out with me, that's your tough luck."
As he walked the rest of the way to his house, he was thinking. If he could just find someone to satisfy this itch that he felt in his crotch, he would be happy.
There was a neighbor lady who was most appealing. If he could convince her to carry on with him he felt as though he would be very lucky. She was recently divorced and he wondered who was taking care of her sexually. The woman was such a sensuous beauty that he was certain many men had paid a lot of attention to her during her lifetime. He was equally certain that she would miss sex. No doubt her husband had given her regular sex and now that she was alone, he was certain that she would be desperate for someone just like him.
He decided to stop by and visit her. It would still be a couple of hours before his folks got home. So gathering all of his courage, he went next door in a neighborly, friendly manner and knocked on the front door.
The red-haired divorcee with the ivory skin and stunning green eyes answered the door. She had a low, sultry voice that always got Ken excited.
"Good afternoon," she smiled at him, "could I help you?"
"Yes, I really think you could," Ken said, taking in her body appreciatively.
"What is it you want?" she asked him.
"I live next door," he told her. "My name is Ken Bronson."
"I know you live next door," she smiled. "I've seen you many times."
"I just thought maybe I could help you mow the lawn or do something," he smiled sheepishly.
"I know what it is," the neighbor lady laughed. "You want to earn some money for your dates. I know it costs a lot to go with girls these days, and I'm sure with your being in high school and all, you could use some extra money."
Ken was pleased that she was not thinking correctly regarding his designs on her. If she were, he was certain she would never give him an opportunity to express them at this point.
"Yes," Ken enthused, glad she'd come up with a reason for his visit, "do you have any extra jobs I can do?"
Thinking a moment, she mused.
"Well, there is the lawn," she admitted candidly. "I do need to have someone mow it for me."
"Well, I'd be happy to," Ken assured her. "Do you have a mower?"
The stunning woman smiled. "Of course I do," she told him. "It's in the garage. Just a minute and I'll come out with you."
Rita went to get her sunglasses and then she joined Ken as they walked toward the garage. Ken opened the garage door and she admired his muscular, lean young body.
"It's right over there," Rita said, pointing in the direction of the rotary lawn mower.
CHAPTER THREE
"If you could mow the lawn for me," Rita said gratefully, "I would appreciate it so much."
Ken mowed the lawn. About an hour later he was so hot that he took off his shirt for a while. He continued mowing the lawn and then she came out with a cold glass of lemonade.
"Here's something for you," she told him.
"Wow, I'm tired," he said.
Realizing it was so warm outside, Rita suggested that he come inside.
Ken felt as though he was moved one step closer to the fulfillment of his goal.
"Why thank you," he told her.
Once they got inside Rita immediately looked at him.
"You probably could use a shower," she said as she saw how sweaty he was.
"Well that would be very nice," Ken agreed. She went into the master bedroom and found a couple of towels for him.
"Here's a towel," she said as she turned to leave him. "And here's a bath mat for the floor."
Ken hoped that she would come back and watch him undress. And then he could be certain that she desired him as much as he desired her. But the neighbor lady didn't do that.
"I'll be back in a few moments," she told him.
Ken began thinking of strategy. He knew what a beautiful woman she was and he figured he could appeal to Rita's ego. No doubt many men had found her attractive. Her lovely red hair, ivory skin and glistening green eyes did have an alluring sexual appeal that would turn any man on.
Once Ken had finished showering, he wrapped a towel around his waist and called for her.
"What is it?" she asked, amazed to see him standing there completely naked except for the towel wrapped around his waist.
"I… I wonder if I could bother you for some deodorant spray," he told her.
Sighing a heavy expression of relief, Rita walked over and assured him she would find some.
As she bent over to look for the spray underneath the sink, he caught sight of her lavender panties. Fascinated at the sight of her crotch surrounded by the glistening lace and nylon material, he vowed that he would make an effort to have sex with her.
"You know, you're so beautiful, Rita," he told her. "I'll bet you've had a lot of men wanting to fuck you."