I lowered my head and went to work.
It took her only a short time to come again but still I ate her until yet another orgasm came through. I then rolled over onto my back and pulled her on top of me. With a few adjustments her pussy was soon clamped down on my cock once more and I was thrusting up into her. She didn't want me to come in her pussy again though. Instead, she pulled herself off of me and took me into her mouth once again. She put her impressive blowjob abilities to work and soon I was blasting another load down her throat.
She crawled up onto my body and collapsed atop it, kissing my cheeks and my lips. "God o'mighty." She proclaimed. "That was the best sex I have ever had. Stephie was right about you."
"Stephie?" I asked. "Do you mean Stephanie Massie?"
"You know damn well who I mean Billy." She smiled, nuzzling me a little. "She told me you could eat a pussy like there was no fuckin' tomorrow. And goddam if you can't."
"I certainly wouldn't know how she would know that." I told Cindy.
"You're full of shit." Cindy told me affectionately. "She gave me every stinky detail. You fucked the shit out of her."
I shook my head, smiling a little. "Nope." I said. "I most certainly did not. She let me kiss her a little but she wouldn't let me do anything else."
Cindy stared into my eyes, trying to read what was behind them. "Are you for real?" She finally asked.
"As real as I can be." I said, sitting up. "But you know what? You and I didn't do anything either."
"We didn't?"
I shook my head again. "Nope. We looked at records, I tried to put a move on you, and you shot me down. Hell, you can't blame me for trying, can you?"
She looked at me grinning. "I guess I can't."
"But if you're ever with groups of girls and you want to tell them some dick stories about how Tracy's little brother ate your pussy until you screamed, or about how he fucked you until you clawed marks in his back, or about how he licked his come out your still-twitching cunt afterwards," I licked my lips. "Well, there's not much I can do about that now, is there? I'll deny it of course, but you know how girls love to listen to those dick stories? Hell, people believe everything they hear, don't they?"
"I guess they do." She said teasingly. "But I'm not that kind of girl. Suppose I promised to keep my mouth shut about what happened here today?"
"Oh I don't expect you to." I said. "I guess I'll just have to live with the reputation your lies will give me, won't I?"
"I guess you will." She said, giggling now. "It's a tough life, isn't it?"
Chapter 4
Here, at last, is chapter four of my ongoing saga. This chapter is a bit different since it covers a much greater span of time than the previous chapters did. Again, comments are greatly appreciated and I will eventually answer all legitimate email. Sorry to all that it sometimes takes me a while. Send comments to al_steiner@hotmail.com
Working hard to get my fill
Everybody wants a thrill
Paying anything to roll the dice
Just one more time
Some will win
Some will lose
Some are born to sing the blues
Oh the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on
JOURNEY
Time continued to go on, as it does. I was pleased to see that it passed at an adult's pace instead of a child's or a teenager's. I went to bed each day and I woke up each day still in my new life. Gradually I became convinced that I was there to stay, that I wouldn't suddenly wake up again back in 1999. This was an idea that, once I became used to being back in my teens, used to terrify me.
Of course there were things that I missed. Modern music for one. I longed painfully sometimes to hear a little alternative rock or modern heavy metal instead of what I considered to be golden oldies. I missed some of the conveniences that I'd become accustomed to in the nineties that weren't commonplace in the early eighties. Video recorders and rented movies were a prime example. My parents would not own a VCR until late in 1984. Even then video stores would not begin to crop up until early in 1985. But most of all I missed Becky. There were times I cried in my bed at night as I lay sleepless, feeling condemned to the knowledge that I would never see her again, never hold her again.
As I'd vowed after Richie Fairview put his buckknife into my side, I was careful what I did. I went to school each day but I did not torment any more bullies. Of course if they had decided to come looking for trouble with me I would have returned it to them in spades but none of them did. My encounters with Richie forever sealed my reputation as someone that you did not fuck with. The bullies had much easier targets than I to occupy their time.
I tormented no more teachers as I had my history and A amp;P instructors. I replied politely to their questions when I was asked with whatever answer they were looking for. I brought up no controversial subjects to them. I did my homework each day the moment I got home from school (except on those days that Anita had something for me to do; something that began to happen with increasing frequency). As the school year wound on and as winter became spring my grades improved greatly all across the board, dramatically some would even say, unbelievably a few uneasy teachers even noted. By the time the school year ended my grades were straight A's and my overall average had moved up considerably.
I similarly took no further chances with my skin. As a paramedic I used to shake my head sadly at how stupid teenagers were, assuming their own immortality. After Richie I realized that I'd been even worse than they were. At least normal teenagers will acknowledge the possibility that they CAN die, even if they think it won't happen to them. But I had assumed that I COULDN'T die, that I was safe until thirty-two. That, despite eight years of scraping up the broken remains of idiotic teenagers off the streets of Spokane. I still shudder when I think of how easily I'd climbed into the car with Mike that night of the kegger, of how easily he might have drunkenly driven over the edge of the levee, dumping us both into the Spokane River. How ironic that would have been, for me to come back and save Tracy from that fate only to suffer it myself, to put my parents through the same grief with a different child.
I avoided riding in cars with teenagers when I could. When I couldn't, I snapped on my seatbelt and pulled it tight. Most of the time it was the first time the seatbelt in question had ever been fastened. I could tell that the driver's and other passengers of these vehicles wanted to deride me, call me a pussy, and apply the other forms of peer pressure that teens use for their bizarre purposes. But they never did. Again, Richie Fairview kept them from speaking their minds. Occasionally someone would ask however, why I was doing it.
"Well suppose we crash?" I'd ask.
"We ain't gonna crash." Was the inevitable reply.
"Probably not." I'd say. "But it's possible, isn't it?"
"I guess." They'd shrug.
"Well," I'd theorize. "If we DO get into an accident, I won't get hurt as bad if I have this seatbelt on. It doesn't inconvenience me in any way to have it on. It doesn't hurt, it doesn't restrict my movement, so why shouldn't I have it on?"
They usually had no answer for that and would let the subject drop there. But they never put on their own seatbelts in response. They didn't want to be called a pussy when I'd gone.
One thing I absolutely refused to do was to get into a vehicle with someone who'd been drinking and/or getting stoned. And since I didn't enjoy walking home from places like the falls, I just avoided going with anyone where that was a possibility.
This policy led to problems between Mike and I, and we already had more than our share of problems. Our relationship had changed since my return and Mike didn't care too much for it. I was no longer his trusty sidekick, willing to go along with everything that he wanted to do. I no longer smoked pot with him on the way to school because I wanted my head clear for classes. He tried every form of peer pressure he could think of to get me to change my mind but when I continually refused he blew up at me one day and stormed off. He didn't speak to me or walk to school with me for three days and surprisingly, though it had been a childish outburst over a ridiculous subject, I was very upset by the episode.