Finished Catcher in the Rye. Ah, that Holden Caulfield, he definitely speaks
to my generation, or to the misunderstood rebellious faction of any generation,
for that matter.
I've had a dry run for the last couple of weeks, or really, the last month,
if one only counts normal, consensual sex. However underrated it may
be, Alicia doesn't count as "normal, consensual sex," and I try not to bring the event up. This
is why Sammy is setting me up with this girl, Elaine, who seems like a bit
of a prude to me, but he says she's something special, so I'm going along
with it. It's going to be a double date, which isn't usually my thing,
but once again, Sammy really wants this.
I'm going to be driving, so if I drop Elaine off last, I figure we can have some alone time.
October 23
Well, first I guess I should explain the dates with Elaine. Elaine
was hotter than I remembered. Having only seen her a few times walking
around school, I didn't get a good chance to really judge her looks.
When I saw her walking to the car on the date, though, she looked fucking
great. She has this fiery red hair that she had pulled back in a bun,
with a strand of hair hanging down on the side of her face. And a great
smile, she had a great smile. Later, at the diner, I would notice her
green-brown eyes contrasting against her flaming hair and porcelain complexion.
She was definitely conquest material. If only I had paid more attention
to her necklace.
After the first date had ended, I tried to put the moves on her, to no avail.
I coaxed, I tried to slide my hands into all the right places- nothing.
All I got was a kiss on the cheek before she left the car. Disgusting.
However disappointing her reaction was, I knew that she liked me from what
she had said on the date and from the kiss. I set up a second date,
just her and me, a few days later. I was once again shot down.
I couldn't understand it. We had a great dinner, I showed her a good
time... we even started to make out in the car. I could feel her breathing
increasing in intensity and frequency, a sign she was getting turned on.
Usually this would be followed by her taking off her shirt. This was
not the case that night. I tried to put my hand in her pants and she
pushed me away.
"I don't go that far on a second date," she said. I hadn't really noticed
the cross she had hanging around her neck, but then she explained that she
was Catholic and that it was important to wait for sex and all this other
bullshit her pastor or priest or whatever had filled her screwy little mind
with. She told me that she liked me but we shouldn't do more than kiss
until we knew each other better. I dropped her off at home soon afterwards.
I was disappointed, mainly in myself at first. I thought I must have
done something wrong. Even innocent little Lara let me feel her up by this time.
It was like I was in damn junior high again. Then I figured, it was
her religious upbringing that had screwed her up and I shouldn't blame myself.
Even so, I felt a bit low in spirits the next day in school. I lay
my head on my desk, halfway listening to the lecturing of our physics teacher,
Mr. Zeller. Mr. Zeller was a good guy; he just tried too hard.
I mean, who the fuck uses physics? Aside from physicists, of course.
"Hey, what's up?" Pasella DePretta, or as we called her, Paz, asked in a whisper.
"The date with Elaine didn't go so well," I sighed. I briefly explained what had happened.
"What? The high school Wilt Chamberlain faces a challenge?" I
shrugged and she noticed that I was really down, having never seen me like
this before. "Oh, I'm sorry, dude. She doesn't know what she's
missing. If it counts for anything, I'd fuck you on the first date."
I smirked. I could always count on Paz to cheer me up. She was
a good friend.
"Thanks, Paz. I'm going to hold you to that, you know."
"I'll put it in writing."
"And I want it signed in your fluids." She snorted, and Mr. Zeller
paused to look in our direction. He then resumed teaching the students
that were listening.
"Okay, no problem." She looked at me intently as she moved her right
hand under her desk and began breathing deeply, but quietly. Her arm
moved slowly and rhythmically as she feigned masturbation. She gave
a sigh of "orgasm" that was so dramatic, it reminded me of the campy teen
horror actresses from the 80's. She delicately withdrew her fingers
as if they were sticky and completed this show by saying, "Now how do you
spell 'rimjob?'" It was quite difficult not to laugh out loud.
"Paz, you're the best."
"I know. And if your dick ever gets lonely, I'll be here." She
smiled and then watched Mr. Zeller. I couldn't stop looking at her,
though. And I couldn't help thinking, "Why haven't I fucked her yet?"
I stopped myself. I knew I shouldn't even think of fucking Paz.
She was the only girl in this godforsaken school I could trust. I'd
already told her all about my exploits in the random vaginas at this school.
And from what she'd told me of her relationships, I had decided she was pretty
fucked up, relationship-wise.
But she was so fucking hot. Paz was half Mexican, hence the first name,
and half Italian, and lucky enough to obviously take only the best traits
from her parents. Long black hair, squeezable tits and an ass that
could make an onion cry. One could tell from her usual outfit of jeans
and a tee and from her mostly male friends that she was a tomboy. But
I loved that about her. It made me want her more. Fuck those
bastards that only date cheerleaders.
I didn't just notice Paz's hotness then; I'd noticed it before, but I wouldn't
let myself know that I had noticed it. And if what she said to me every
day was true, she wanted me as bad as I wanted her at that moment, maybe
even more.
True, it was wrong, and I might fuck up the only friendship with a girl that
I had, but I so needed redemption right then. I needed to know that
I hadn't lost my charm. I needed to know that I was still able to kick
my game. And I needed sex pretty damn badly.
Her eyes slowly drifted from the front of the room to look at me through
her peripheral vision. I stared at her, solemnly, lust oozing through
my pores. I didn't know if she could tell how horny I was or not, so
I tried to work up the courage to tell her that I didn't want to just flirt
harmlessly anymore, and I instead wanted to take her.
"Paz," I whispered. She looked at me. I didn't need to say another word. Paz knew.
"Okay, this class has about 10 minutes left," she said. "Meet me in
the girls' room in 5 minutes." She asked to go to the bathroom and
left. The class technically ended in 20 minutes, but Mr. Zeller always
let us go early. By leaving a few minutes after her, no one would assume
that she and I were going to the same place, except for maybe a few of the
wiser students. Five minutes passed.
"Mr. Zeller, can I go to the bathroom?"
I left the class and walked to the nearest girls' room, which was right around
the corner from Physics. Just as I was about to walk in, a girl walked
out.
"Whoops, wrong bathroom." The girl gave me a disgusted look, and then
walked away as I entered cautiously. I saw only Paz's shoes, so I knew
it was clear.
Now, the reason I was so nervous right then was not because I was in the
girls' room. Nay, dear journal, I have been in the "wrong" restroom
many a time, usually for making out, once for oral sex. But this time
I would be there with Paz. Good ol' Paz. Good ol' fuckin' tight-ass-package,
kinky slut Paz. I pushed open her stall to see her standing in front
of the toilet, the bathroom light beaming down on her like an angel. She looked
as serious as I must have looked, knowing the gravity of what we were about
to do. I closed the door, locked it, and fell on her beautiful lips.
It was sweet, like a god-given nectar that one has longed for after having
it dangled in front of their face day after day. Paz was more than
emergency pussy in a glass case. She was so much more.
We pulled on each other's clothes until my pants and boxers were by my ankles
and her pants and thong were hanging off of one leg. Condom on, lift
her up, slide in.
"Oh, Paz..."
"I've wanted this for so long..."
"You're so fucking hot..."
"Your dick feels so good inside..."
I am disappointed with the event in the way that it wasn't my best.
I couldn't throw in all the usual bells and whistles that I usually deliver
to the women lucky enough to fuck me. After all, we were in a john;
we had to fuck and get out. But I did make sure it was good.
I pounded her moist cunt, holding her up against the wall and kissing her
neck. She held onto me, moving her ass and moaning.
We both became sweaty as we continued fucking in this hard position.
She's no plumper, but she does have body, so she was heavy. I
wanted to continue face to face, but it was easier to let her down so I could
fuck her from behind. She braced against the wall and we fucked as
the dogs do.
"Shhh..." She was hard to keep quiet as she approached orgasm.
From her tales with her boyfriends and other lays, I knew what to do next.
I massaged her pretty asshole with my ring finger, then slipped it into her
ass.
"Urgh!!" As predicted, this sent her over the edge and spasms rippled
through her pussy. I made sure to hold her tight until she regained
the strength in her knees. I felt her squirt and some of her juices
dropped in the toilet bowl. She never told me she was a squirter.
Women's orgasms always feel great on my dick and I was trying to cum as soon
as possible, so I found myself cumming shortly after Paz.
We redressed and decided to stay in the stall until the bell for the next
class had rung. Physics had already ended. We would be late to
our next class, but that was better than us coming out the girls' bathroom
together into a crowded hallway, confirming all the rumors that would soon be spread by girls who had used the toilets while we fucked. I'm sure a couple girls came
in. I couldn't say for sure because I was concentrating on other matters.
But I believe a couple girls came in.
While we waited for the bell to ring, we stared at each other in silence.
I was squatting with my feet on the toilet seat while she leaned against the door, so
that girls just coming in to use the facilities would only see one pair of
feet. Paz's face was beaming with that special post-orgasmic glow.
My smile was a little more forced as I began to fear I had made a mistake.
I broke the silence.
"Listen, Paz," I said. "I don't think we should let this get in the
way of our friendship." I saw her disappointment immediately.
"Yeah, I mean... definitely." She smirked a little. "We don't want to ruin that."
We went back to the classroom to pick up our backpacks, having left them
in the room to make our stories about needing to use the toilet more believable.
We didn't worry about Mr. Zeller getting suspicious; a different teacher
uses the room after our physics class and he had no idea how long ago we had left to "go to the bathroom."
Before we parted for our separate classes, we said goodbye somewhat awkwardly.
Paz looked at the floor shyly, like girls do after going on great date with
a guy that hasn't kissed them yet. I knew how she felt. Ordinarily,
I would french kiss a girl for a while after fucking her. But I knew
better than to kiss Paz. Instead, I hugged her. She hugged me
back.
Then, as soon as we parted, she gave me a quick kiss on the lips, turned
around, and ran the other way, her backpack bouncing on her one shoulder.
I stood there, stunned. Then I smiled. Shaking my head, I went to class.