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JBPENNY1
                    Find a Penny... (Reminiscing)
                          by J BOSWELL
                       (J.Boswell@usa.net)

(c)  Copyright 1994 and November 1998 by J BOSWELL, all rights,
     except those explicitly detailed below, ARE RESERVED BY THE
     AUTHOR.  Electronic distribution (as a text file on an
     "adults only" site) is permitted without alteration, but
     inclusion in any type of "publication" offered for sale
     (eg., book, magazine, CD-ROM, etc.), or "subscription-only"
     sites requires the author's explicit permission.

WARNING: This work of fiction is intended to be read by adults
         only.  The author has uploaded it only to "Adults, only"
         sites, and requests that you exercise the same
         discretion.  Also, this is fiction -- in real life,
         please protect your lover and yourself by practicing
         safe sex.

*
Part One of Five
*
Chapter 1
******* *
*
Spring, 1994
     They're selling tickets for a "Woodstock Plus 25 Years"
concert!  How depressing!  Why bother -- you can't go back.  They
should have let it go with that brilliant cola commercial about
the twenty-five-year Woodstock reunion, with the valet parking
and the bald babyboomers.  But, on one dazzling Saturday
afternoon, looking out over the lake, nursing my beer, listening
to an ad for tickets, it sure brought back the memories...

                        * * * * * * * * *

     It was the Sixties, man.
     The radio was playing Santana and Motown, James Brown and
Simon and Garfunkel, The Beatles, Otis Redding, the Stones, the
Who, and Buffalo Springfield -- and it's never sounded as good
since.  You had to be 21 to vote or legally drink, but at 18 they
wanted to draft your sorry ass off to Viet Nam.  Things were
changing.  Maybe we didn't see it, or want to see it, and maybe I
was still wearing button-down shirts, but all hell was about to
break loose.
     I was 18 and a smart-assed freshman at an all-male, Catholic
college (that's the way things were then -- Catholic boys went
here and Catholic girls went there (accompanied by nuns!)).  I
was full of myself -- life was simple and fun, and I had it by
the balls and knew it.  
     A bunch of us were commuting to school and had been together
since the nuns abused us in Grade school.  Our college, being
small and conservative and Catholic put us a few years behind
what was going on in the Ivy League and at the California
universities.  We were aware of the protests and the issues --
the war (BAD!), Civil Rights (Good!), Improving the Environment
(Very good!) -- but we didn't lend much more than our moral
support.  Our personal issues were still getting drunk and
getting laid -- in either order, and preferably at the same time.
     There were a few tightly-knit groups of hairy,
strangely-dressed guys beginning to appear on campus, talking
about peace, pollution and politics, and smoking some "tea;" but
our group was still into the clean-shaven, button-down oxfords,
khakis, and loafers look, talking about broads, beer, basketball
and booze.  We were oh-so-cool (or so we thought).
     I lived at home, but, to tell you the truth, I don't
remember seeing all that much of my family during those years.  I
played football and basketball in high school, but wasn't good
enough for a scholarship, so four afternoons a week, I went
straight from school to work (and I worked all day on Saturdays). 
Then on the weekends I went OUT, coming home -- usually drunk --
long after everyone else was asleep.  I had a car, a job, a
college loan, and money in my pockets.  As I said, life was good.
* * * * * * * * * * *
     It was early April and a bunch of us were sitting around a
table in the cafeteria, bullshitting about everything from
teachers to cars to girls.  When it was time for the next class,
everyone left but Mike O'Donnell and me.
     "Jake, you goin' to Vince's party?"
     Vince Capreto was an old high school friend.  He was a year
behind us because his father pulled him out of our Catholic high
school and put him in a ritzy Prep school, hoping Vince would get
into an Ivy League college.  All Vince wanted to get into was a
bottle of Scotch and a girl's panties.  But he was the youngest
in a big family, so we could drink and dance the night away in
his basement; and, as long as we didn't set the house on fire,
his parents were cool about it -- they said they had seen it all
with Vince's older siblings.
     "Sure, I'm going.  You?"
     "Yeah, sure.  Who you bringing?"
     I had to think about that.  Not dating anybody steady at the
moment, there were a few girls I wanted to ask out.  "Don't know,
yet.  You bringing Terri?"  Mike had been dating Terri Allen
since they had met at a Christmas dance.  She was only 17 and a
junior in a local public high school, but good-looking enough you
didn't care.
     "Of course.  Hey, if you haven't asked anybody, yet, Terri
has a friend."
     "Oww, you set me up!  I don't need a blind date, Mike. 
[pregnant pause]  What's she look like?"
     "I don't know.  Haven't met her, yet, but Terri says she's
real cute."
     "Ha, cute!  She have a `nice personality,' too?"
     Mike laughed.  "No, Terri said she has a GREAT personality!"
     "Oh, boy!  Even worse.  Now I know we're talking about a
fuckin' Alpo-eater!"
     "No, really, Jake, I wouldn't shit you.  And I don't think
Terri would shit me.  Terri said that her friend wants to meet a
college guy, real bad."
     "Real bad, eh?  She fuck?"
     "If I knew that the answer to that question was `yes,' I'd
be dating her myself, Jake!"
     "Even if she was an Alpo-eater!"
     "Yeah, even if she was.  How about it?  Do this favor for
me?  Terri asked me to set her friend up with a nice guy."
     "Nice guy!  Not a hung stud?  She go to school with Terri?"
     "Yep."
     "Okay, Mike, I'll do it but I hope Annette isn't at the
party."  Annette Parker was a girl that was on the periphery of
our circle of friends.  She was a year or so older than me and
always had a sharp, fast tongue -- very quick with the put-downs,
but I thought she had a nice face and body and was very sexy, and
I had been working up the courage to risk the public humiliation
by the crowd and ask her out.
* * * * * * * * * * *
     By one of  the immutable "guy-rules" of the time, since he
set up the double-date, Mike had driver's-duty and he picked me
up in his father's car on Saturday night.  It was a big four-door
Dodge and had a great backseat.  It was a warm night and we drove
to Terri's house with the windows down and a Who 8-track tape
blaring from the dual speakers.
     After we knocked on the door, Terri's mother led us into the
livingroom to wait for the girls.  Standing there in our ties and
sweaters (remember, this was still the mid-Sixties!), I could
feel the approval oozing out of Terri's parents as they asked us
about college.
     Finally, we heard the girls coming down the steps.
     Both girls were dressed in short (but not mini, yet) skirts,
with matching jackets and smooth, white pullovers under the
jackets.  I knew Terri, so I got my first look at my blind date.
     I saw right away that she had great legs and a terrific set
of juggs.  She was fairly tall, not all that much shorter than my
5'11" -- maybe 5'7" or so.  As my eyes roamed upwards, I saw she
was cute, not beautiful.  A very cute girl.  She had short brown
hair and large blue eyes.  She was wearing make-up and her lips
looked great with the red lipstick on them.  She looked young,
but I thought Terri looked young, too.  My eyes drifted back down
to her chest -- that was definitely mature.
     `Not bad!' was my first thought.  And she wanted a date with
a college guy, "real bad" (`and all that entailed,' I leeringly
thought to my lecherous self).
     Terri introduced us, "Jake, this is Penny.  Penny, Jake."
     We looked at each other and actually shook hands!  And then
she gave me a dazzling white smile.
     All right!
* * * * *
     The ride to Vince's house was short and filled with small
talk.  When we got there, the party was already going; and, since
this was Saturday night and most of us brought dates, it was a
"make-out" party, as opposed to the Friday variety,
drink-till-you-puke party.  The lights were turned down and the
turntable was stacked with Little Anthony, The Platters, and Lee
Andrews and the Hearts -- all slow and romantic songs.
     Of course with my luck, Annette was there, looking terrific
in make-up, highheels, and a tight skirt.  I said 'hi' to her as
I popped a beer and fixed a sloe-gin-and-7-Up for Penny.
     She looked at me and then at Penny standing a few feet away
talking to Terri, and said, "Babysitting your little sister,
tonight, Jake?"
     As always, I was busy looking at her face and body and her
sarcasm caught me off-guard.  I started to reply, but she was
already walking away with a big grin on her pretty face.
     Shit!
     Penny and I danced a few dances, holding each other tight
and by about the third song, we were french-kissing.  Then, even
before I expected, Penny was sitting on my lap in a large
over-stuffed chair in a dark corner of the basement and we were
making-out like crazy.
     Every so often, we would come up for air and I would try to
be a little cool and ask her about school or her classes, but she
would just start kissing me again.  Who was I to stop her from
what she obviously wanted to do just to have a conversation?
     And, God, could she kiss!
     Perfectly!
     Not too firm, not too soft.  Not too wet, not too dry.  Her
mouth moved against mine, her tongue alive and sexy, moving,
touching, attacking my mouth and then retreating as my tongue
followed.  I had NEVER kissed a girl who could kiss like that.
     When I tried to be sly, she brushed my hand away from her
breasts or back down her thighs to below her knees, but I didn't
really care as long as we kept on kissing like that.
     We kissed all night.
     We kissed until Mike and Terri shook us apart and told us it
was time to leave.  Terri had a strict midnight curfew and Penny
was spending the night at her house.  I knew I wasn't going to
get lucky.
     On the way home, I asked Penny for her phone number.  I was
really curious (and optimistic) -- if she kissed like that on a
first date, in a house full of strangers -- what kind of sexpot
would she be in the backseat of my car at the drive-in?  I
couldn't wait to find out!
* * * * * *
     On Monday, sitting in the cafeteria, I took a ribbing about
no one seeing me at the party.  Mike added his two cents by
complaining that I got his old man's upholstery wet after he and
Terri had to throw buckets of ice water on Penny and me to get us
apart.  I didn't mind ribbing like that.  
     On Wednesday night I called Penny to ask her out for
Saturday.  She seemed genuinely surprised I called her (which
surprised me a little), but she quickly agreed to a date and got
off the phone.  It seems that Wednesday night was the night
Penny's older sister's soon-to-be-fiancee called, and no one else
in the family was allowed on the phone so he wouldn't get a busy
signal.  What a couple of stiffs they must be, I thought.
     Saturday night, dressed in khakis, loafers and my favorite
shirt and tie, I met Penny's parents and older sister, Diane (an
ice-queen, stuck-up snobby bitch, if I ever met one! <but very
good looking>).  Penny had told me that her father was a cop and
he seemed pleased that I wasn't a Hell's Angel or one of those
"hairy-hippie-types."  He asked about school, and I told them I
was in my first year.  And then -- thank God! -- Penny came
prancing down the steps in a cute sweater and skirt, and we made
our way toward the door.  
     Penny's dad stopped us and said, "I usually say 11 o'clock
for Penny, but she asked me if midnight would be alright,
tonight.  I guess it will be, young man, but not a minute later."
     "Yes sir.  Thank you, sir."  (How obsequious I was! 
Although it never seemed to hurt when dealing with a girl's
father.)
     And we were off to the drive-in.
*
*
******* *
Chapter 2
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*
     And that's the way we dated for the next several weeks.  On
Friday nights, Penny would go to choir practice with her family
and I'd go out boozing and partying with my friends.  On Saturday
night, I'd pick Penny up and we would speed to the nearest
drive-in or lovers' lane, hop into the back seat of my Chevy, and
kiss until our lips were so sore we could hardly talk on Sunday.
     I'd always get her home just before midnight.  It didn't
seem to matter, though, because her parents would be asleep
already.  Penny would invite me in for a coffee, and we'd kiss on
the sofa until her sister, getting dropped off from her date,
interrupted us -- our coffee cups still full and cold and the two
of us grinning like idiots.
     That's all we ever did.  We didn't double with any other
couple and we didn't go to parties.  We went to drive-ins or
lovers' lanes and we kissed.
     To my genuine and frustrating surprise, I wasn't getting
anywhere in the touchie-feelie game with Penny.  I was still
stuck at home plate.  Penny would still gently remove my roaming
hands from her breasts and thighs (but maybe not as quickly as
she used to).  I was still suffering post-date blue-balls, but my
hormone-addled brain was always optimistic about the next date.
* * * * *
     Finally, in May, near the end of my school year, on a night
when her parents and her sister were asleep and we had the
downstairs to ourselves, we made some progress.
     We were necking on the sofa, and as we rolled around, I
wound up on top of Penny with my erection, tenting my pants out
like a circus bigtop, between her legs.  Penny was wearing a
light summer dress (we called them `tent dresses' at that time)
that just sort of loosely hung from the neck down to her knees. 
We were both dressed and 'decent' but certain things were
definitely situated in the right places.  
     I began dry-humping and Penny began moaning like I had never
heard her, before.  She didn't push me off as she had in the past
and, as her breathing rate increased, I moved my hands up to her
breasts.  They were so large and firm and round!  If I wasn't in
heaven, I was within sight of the Pearly Gates!
     Penny was now meeting my humps with her own and pushing her
chest up, harder against my hands.  Then she grabbed the pillow
from behind her head and covered her mouth just in time to muffle
her scream.  She was cumming like a wild woman!
     I soon felt myself cumming, too.  Although I was anxious to
fill something besides my underwear with cum, I enjoyed the
strong spasms I felt as I pumped my groin against Penny's mound.
     Sweating, we rolled apart and sat up.
     As I sat there looking at the huge wet spot in my khakis,
Penny looked at me and said, "I don't think we should ever do
that again.  You better go, now."
     "But, Penny..."
     "Goodnight, Jake.  You have to go!  Now!"
     I left, wondering what the fuck was going on.
* * * * *
     The next week, Penny was tentative and almost shy on the
phone, but she agreed to go out with me on Saturday.
     On Saturday night, Penny seemed fine in the car as we drove
to our lovers' lane spot.  Just after we jumped into the
backseat, I asked Penny if everything was alright.
     She looked at the floor, "Things just got a little out of
control last week."
     "We were in control, Penny.  It couldn't have been safer. 
Christ, we were both fully dressed!"
     "Well, I wasn't in control."
     "What do you mean, Penny?"
     "I had a... an... an orgasm, Jake!"
     "Yeah.  What's the big deal?  So did I."
     "But I'd never had one before."
     Holy shit!  It had been Penny's first orgasm -- dry-humping
on the livingroom sofa!  She was a junior in high school and
never had an orgasm before -- no wonder I wasn't getting laid
yet!  Then I reminded myself that she was only fifteen years old
(having skipped several grade school grades), and that was still
pretty young [well, it was in those days!].
     I was at least smart enough to know that I should be gentle
and understanding at that moment.  "But, that's what we were
trying to do, Penny.  At least I was.  It's not a bad thing,
Penny.  It's natural, and something special between the two of
us."
     She was still staring at the floor.  "I know.  It just
surprised me and maybe scared me a little."
     "Sure, I can understand that, especially if it never
happened to you before.  Do you know that it's okay to have
orgasms?  You don't get pregnant from them or anything."
     "Yes, I talked to Terri about it this week.  She's been
having them for a couple of years."
     She looked really young and vulnerable to me at that moment.
I had my arm around her and I squeezed her tightly to me and
said, "Penny, I want you so badly, I can't see straight.  But I
also like you" [I made a point NOT to say the real `L-word'] "so
much, that I don't want to do anything to mess up what we have. 
So, I guess I won't do that, again, if that's what you want." 
[Shakespeare reincarnate, eh?  Sonnet #369, I think.]
     She smiled that dazzling, white smile at me and pressed her
soft hand against the side of my face.  "Oh, Jake, you're so
sweet!  Don't worry.  You won't mess anything up.  I'm all right,
now.  I just got scared when it happened, and then I was afraid
you wouldn't call me anymore because I kicked you out, or because
you'd think I was some kind of floozy slut.  I was going crazy
until you called."
     I moved Penny around, into that now familiar position in my
arms, across my lap, and before I leaned down to kiss her, I
said, "Just relax, Penny.  I'm not going to stop calling you."
* * * * * 
     I could tell that something was different from that first
kiss that night.  Penny was more relaxed.  She didn't stop me
when I moved my hand up to caress her breast.  Even through her
bra and sweater, I could feel her nipples grow hard and long
against my palm.  Feeling bolder, I took my hand away and let it
creep up Penny's smooth, warm stomach under her sweater, still
without protest.
     I could feel my breath becoming more rapid when, after
massaging her breasts through her bra, I finally snaked my hand
under the lace and elastic and cupped her naked breast-flesh in
my hand for the first time.
     Penny sucked in a breath loudly.
     Something had changed!  I didn't know if it was Penny's
first orgasm, or our discussion about it, or her talk with Terri,
but I didn't care.
     Penny was soon on her back on the back seat and I was
kneeling on the floor.  Her bra was unhooked and it and her
sweater were pushed up under her neck, and I was making hungry,
passionate lust to her absolutely marvelous tits with my hands
and mouth.
     It seems like we stayed in that position for hours, Penny's
breathing fast and shallow, on the brink of orgasm.  Finally, as
I flicked one nipple with my tongue and squeezed the other
between my finger and thumb, Penny began a monumental orgasm, and
I hadn't gone anywhere near her pussy!  She moaned and then
finally groaned so loud, I was sure people were looking from the
other cars.
     Her cum went on and on, and as she was coming back down, I
mounted her.  This time, she obligingly spread her legs for me as
I pressed my hard-on against her, finding the right spot for both
of us, again.  As I humped against her only a few times before I
came, I gently held her softly-firm tits in my hands.
     The ride back to Penny's house was quiet.  I think Penny was
feeling a little guilty, but I was quiet out of satisfaction --
her tits were wonderful to play with, and I was positive that
getting to fuck my little Penny was just around the corner.
     Inside, our coffee again forgotten, we were on the sofa with
Penny's sweater and bra up around her neck when we heard Diane
and her fiancee pull up outside.  By the time Diane opened the
door, we were giggling, innocently sitting next to each other,
drinking our coffee and looking at a photo album I had grabbed to
cover my still-hard cock.  When Diane went into the kitchen, I
used that opportunity to make my exit.
     Driving home, I reminisced about the night and looked
forward to our next date.  Just as I had to admit that I had
never kissed a girl who could kiss as well as Penny, I realized
that of all the girls I had dated, Penny had the biggest,
roundest, firmest boobs, by far.  I again wondered why she had
changed her mind and allowed me such total access, but I didn't
care if I could answer that question as long as she didn't change
her mind back.
*
*
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Chapter 3
******* *
*
     I had my last exam the following week and I was done school
for the year.  My first year of college over and I knew my
parents wouldn't be happy with my grades, but since I earned most
of my tuition and borrowed the rest, and wasn't getting kicked
out of school, they'd live; and as long as I didn't loose my
student deferment, I was happy.  Penny still had over a month of
school left before her summer vacation began.
     By now, we were talking on the phone several times a week
and, that week, I was anxious about our next date.  I was afraid
Penny had a week to think about what we had done and would play
head games with herself and change her mind.  I didn't have to
worry.
     On her suggestion, I picked her up at her church after choir
practice the following Friday night.  Fifteen minutes later, we
were parked at the darkest end of the closest lovers' lane and
Penny's blouse and bra were lost somewhere in the car.
     Later that night, a few minutes before midnight, parked at
the end of her driveway, we sat cuddled together listening to the
radio.  We were both pretty tired.  I had played with Penny's
breasts for hours, with her cumming time after time, and had
humped ourselves to orgasm twice.
     As we sat there, Penny giggled a cute little giggle and
pointed to my still-wet trousers, "That sure makes a mess.  How
do you get in the house looking like that?"
     "Everybody's asleep by the time I get home.  I don't want to
know what my mother thinks when she does the laundry.  I like to
imagine that she's not checking the crotch of my pants for dried
cum-spots!"
     "Geez, <giggle> I didn't think about that.  Embarrassing."
     As we were talking, Penny's hand was lightly stroking my
thigh and my eighteen-year-old cock was quickly rejoining the
living.  This was the first time that Penny had taken any
initiative below my belt with her hand, and I was liking it.  I
didn't want to do anything to distract her or scare her off.
     "But the pleasure is worth the embarrassment.  Unless I rub
up against a rough seam or the zipper."
     "Really?  What happens then?"
     "Well, to say it gets sore would be an understatement."
     Penny's hand was now very gently stroking along the length
of my now-hard cock.  We sat quiet for a few minutes, and then I
caught my breath as I listened to my zipper being pulled open.
     Penny's soft hand felt its way past my zipper and into the
front hole of my boxers.  I think I almost fainted when I felt
her cool, soft skin touch me.
     "Oh, Jake... It's so warm and smooth and soft... and hard. 
I had no idea!"
     I shifted in my seat and Penny knew what I wanted, needed. 
I helped her as she pushed my clothes out of the way and drew my
erection into the open.  She gently placed both hands on it and
squeezed softly.
     "Its so smooth, so smooth.  I've never felt anything like
this before, Jake.  Am I doing it right?"
     Not wanting to talk and risk breaking the spell, I nodded
and placed my hand on top of hers, curling her fingers around my
hardness and began a stroking motion.
     Penny continued the rhythm perfectly when I removed my hand.
"Mmmmm, so smooth.  I can't believe this!  I love the way it
feels!"
     I couldn't believe it when Penny then leaned over and kissed
the head of my prick!  She moaned something about it's smoothness
again, and then proceed to kiss and lick the knob and underside,
driving me absolutely out of my skull.
     I had had blow-jobs before, but never with this innocent
enthusiasm before!
     Without any coaching from me, Penny placed her hot, wet
mouth over the end of my dick and then lowered her head, moaning
as she was taking me deeper.  I was ready to blow!
     I placed my hands on the back of her head, illustrating the
motion to take, which she immediately started, bobbing up and
down on my cock.
     I couldn't wait to cum in her mouth!
     I didn't have to wait long.
     With the first spurt of cum, Penny pressed hard against my
hands, but kept me in her mouth.  Finally, when I stopped
shooting and moved my hands away, she quickly straightened up,
stuck her head out the car window, and spit my cum out of her
mouth.
     When she pulled back into the car she turned and smiled at
me and wiped her hand across her lips, "Sorry, that just sort of
surprised me.  It's not bad, at all, honest."   Then, with the
most beautiful innocence in her eyes and voice, she asked, "Did I
do all right?"
     I took her in my arms, "That was perfect, Penny.  Perfect."
     "And, it's a lot neater than the old way.  You won't go home
with any wet spots on your pants ever again!"
     And I never did.
     [To this day, over thirty years later, no one has ever given
me a better blow-job than Penny.  She obviously liked what she
was doing and never tired of touching the skin on my cock, either
with her hands or mouth.  She was energetic, imaginative, and
enthusiastic.  After that first time, she never again spit my cum
out.  Instead, she would suck the last possible drop and swallow
the load with a smile on her face, happy with her accomplishment.
She is the best cocksucker I have ever had the pleasure to meet.]
*
     The next night, at the drive-in, Penny blew me three times.
     The following Friday night, I picked her up after choir
practice, again, and she had my cock out of my pants and buried
in her mouth before we were off the church parking lot!
     It didn't take me long to figure out that Penny loved to
suck cock.
     But, over the next several weeks, it still amazed me that
after swallowing load after load of my cum, she still wouldn't
let me into her panties.  What was she saving it for?
*
*
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Chapter 4
******* *
*
     Other than not getting laid, I was having the Summer of my
life.
     I was working for the "Green Meadows" supermarket chain, and
the big annual event was the employee picnic in June.  About ten
stores in the region got together and rented out a private pool
club for the day.  The company supplied all the food and sodas
and the band, and we all chipped in five bucks each for kegs and
kegs of beer.  There were all the picnic games, like egg-tossing
and bag-races, and there was a perpetual softball game going on,
getting funnier as drunkenness ran rampant as the day progressed. 
Over the five years that I worked for GM, something memorable
happened at every picnic [and I'll tell you about them at another
time].
     Anyway, the week before the picnic, Sharon Abrams, a cashier
at the store, asked me if I could give her a lift to and from the
picnic.
     Sharon had just finished her freshman year of college, too,
but I didn't know her all that well.  She was very cute and had a
nice body, but she didn't hang around with our group in work and
had made it clear that she was *VERY* seriously involved with a
guy (a Pre-Law or Pre-Med at the local Ivy).  In fact, if she
took her lunches and breaks or hung around with anybody, it was
usually with the full-time cashiers, who were all married and
mothers.  So, I was surprised when she approached me.
     "Sure, Sharon.  You're welcome to come along with me, but I
have to get there early and help set-up the little kids' games."
     "That's all right, Jake.  I'm Jewish and I don't go to
church on Sunday mornings.  I'll help, too."
     "And I usually stay until they turn the lights out."
     She smiled.  "I won't turn into a pumpkin."
     "Is Larry coming, too?"  Larry was the love of her life.
     "Lawrence?  He prefers `Lawrence' now, you know.  No, he's
not coming.  Just me.  Here's directions to my house.  I really
appreciate it, Jake."
     "No problem."
* * * * *
     Now, I hadn't asked Penny to go because the picnic was a
"guy's'" thing for me.  It was a great time for the male
part-timers to get together, eat free food, drink till we
couldn't drink anymore, play ball and goof off with a bunch of
the people we worked with the rest of the year.  It was a great
time to act like an idiot and not have to worry about a date.
     When I told Penny that I helped set-up and that none of the
guys brought dates, she said she understood, and I took her at
her word.
* * * * *
     Sunday morning was perfect; clear and sunny and still a
little cool before the late-June heat cranked up for the day.
     I didn't have any problem finding Sharon's house (and it was
too big to miss!), and she was standing outside waiting for me.
     I had to look twice to make sure it was her.  In work, she
almost always wore her dark hair up in some kind of bun or knot,
but today, it was hanging free, below her shoulders, shiny,
black, and full of big waves; and, she was wearing make-up --
something else I had never seen her wear.  She was wearing snug,
white short-shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt top that was tight
enough in the cool morning air to make it very obvious she wasn't
wearing a bra.  The uniform that the women wore at work was
pretty nice, as far as the male employees were concerned -- it
was a pale blue-green dress that was thin enough that all the
women usually wore full slips under them, and they were tight
enough that they didn't hide a good body.  So, as I said, we knew
Sharon had a nice body, but I didn't realize how nice until I saw
her in that tight top and those shorts.
     "`Morning.  I hope I didn't get you up too early."
     "Hi, Jake.  No, I didn't mind waking up today.  It's
beautiful."
     I watched her as she threw her stuff in the back and sat
beside me, putting her sunglasses on.  "You look great, Sharon."
     She turned and looked at me for longer than necessary,
smiled a canary-full cat smile, and turned her head straight
ahead.  "Thanks, Jake."
     There was a little tension in the car for the first few
minutes (it was definitely *sexual* tension on my part!), but we
were soon talking about the people we worked with and we both
relaxed.
     The pool club that the company rented had been a farm, so
there was no shortage of room.  Besides the pool and pavilions,
there were two ball diamonds, fields for parking, fields for
games, etc.  And on a winding path through some woods, there was
even a covered footbridge over a fast-flowing creek.  It was a
cool place.
     We got there early and started working.  Sharon was the only
girl there, but she pitched in right along side of me and we had
a lot of fun, working up a sweat.  (And I had a lot of fun
watching her t-shirt as she worked up a sweat.)  We set up some
of the kids' games, raked the base paths and anchored the bases,
set the tables up, fired up the charcoal grills, tapped the kegs,
and put all the sodas on ice.  We were done by ten and the crowd
didn't show up until eleven, so we decided to take a quick dip
before the pool got too crowded.
     Sharon ran to the cabana, but I just stripped off my shirt
and sneakers and jumped into the cold water. 
     I was popping up for air after a couple of laps, to hear the
enthusiastic hoots and whistles of the other guys.  When I looked
in the direction of the cabana, I whistled myself.
     Sharon was walking to the pool in [what in those days
qualified as] a small white bikini.  Her body was tan and firm
and looked terrific.  She had nice-sized, firm breasts, a flat
stomach, a small, tight waist, and nicely rounded buns -- Larry
(excuse me, LAWRENCE!) was a lucky guy.
     Sharon reached the pool, dropped her towel, did a big smile
and a small bow to her fans and jumped into the pool next to me.
     I again had to wonder if this was the same girl I had been
working with for over a year -- the shorts and t-shirt, helping
with the dirty work, the bikini, the good-humored bow -- she
seemed so much more... relaxed... today than she usually was in
the store.
     I felt her hand on my shoulder as she pulled herself up to
the surface.  "Woooo!  You didn't tell me it was this cold!" she
spurted.
     I laughed.  "It's still June, what did you expect?  Want to
get out?"
     "No, with this audience, I don't think I could get out right
now."  She tilted her head down and I followed her look.  Her
nipples were sticking out a mile in the small, tight cups. 
"Besides, I'm getting used to it and it feels good after all that
work."
     We just lazed around in the water until people started
showing up.  Just before we got out of the pool, Sharon swam
close to me and asked me about something.  As we talked, she sort
of drifted closer and her thigh slid between my thighs. 
Instantly, even in the cold water, my dick reacted.  Her thigh
stayed close enough long enough that I was sure she felt my
growing erection, and then she swam to the steps and went to
change.  I stayed in the pool until I shrank to a less-obvious
condition, wondering if her touch had been intentional.  And
where *WAS* Larry -- er, Lawrence?
     I was beginning to wonder if something was going on here and
I was being a little slow on the up-take.  And then I wondered,
if something *WAS* going on here, what about Penny?!?  I didn't
want to pursue that line of thought too long at that moment.
     I finally got out of the pool and dried off, waiting for the
sun to dry my shorts.  I found some of my friends and joined
them.  As we drank and talked, I saw Sharon come out of the
cabana and head for a table where some of the women from the
store were setting up with their families.  Just before she got
there, she smiled at me and waved.  I smiled and waved back.  My
friends turned around and saw Sharon in her cute little outfit
and went nuts.
     "No way that's Sharon!"
     "Jesus, look at that body!"
     "Look at that hair!"
     "She sure looks a lot different out of uniform!"
     I smiled at them.  "And you guys missed the real show.  You
better hope it gets real hot and she feels like taking another
swim."
* * * * *
     It was a great day.  Sharon helped me run some of the little
kids' games, and then she watched as our store's grocery
department played a softball game against the meat department. 
Between innings, she'd hand me a fresh beer.  After I hit a home
run (not so hard since the left fielder was taking a piss as the
ball slowly rolled past him!), Sharon was waiting at home plate
and gave me a very enthusiastic hug and kiss.
     Yep -- something was definitely going on!
     After a quick dip to cool off and clean up, I found Sharon
waiting for me with a fresh beer.
     "Wanna go for a walk?" she asked.
     "Sure.  Thanks for the beer.  I think I'll make this my last
if I'm going to drive anywhere."  I was buzzed, but not blitzed.
     We strolled around the pavilions, talking to friends and
laughing at the drunks; then across the fields, and to the
parking lot.  Sharon got a blanket and a tiny radio from her
stuff in the car and we resumed walking.
     On the covered bridge, almost pitch dark in the twilight, we
stood at the side opening and watched the water rush under us. It
was nice.  It was cool and dark and the water was making that
slurpy, ripply noise as it rushed over the smooth rocks.  I
didn't have to think too hard about what I did next.  I leaned
down and kissed Sharon on the lips.
     She didn't pull away.  Instead, she dropped the blanket,
stepped closer to me and wrapped her arms around my neck and
kissed me back.
     After a while, Sharon broke away, and I thought the moment
was over.  Instead, she picked-up the blanket, took my hand, and
pulled me across the bridge and into the small patch of woods. 
In seconds, the blanket was spread on the ground and Sharon was
spread naked on it, gesturing with her finger for me to join her
in heaven.
*
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Chapter 5
******* *
*
Reader, it's time you know something:
There I am, standing in the front of the room, looking at all the
other horny guys with the same affliction...
     "Hello, my name is Jake and I am a virgin."
*
     Well, I was at that moment.  Sure, I had dated some girls,
some for a while, and had done almost everything, but I had not
yet gone all the way.  It wasn't for a lack of trying on my part. 
It was a different time.  I played the game hard, but never got
past third base (whatever that is).  And here I was, on the verge
of losing the stigma.
     This lovely girl was naked and spread open and ready!  She 
wanted it and she wanted it from me!  Not that I was planning to
tell her, but she was about to pop my cherry and I knew I'd
remember this moment the rest of my life.
     Then the thought flashed through my brain that it was the
wrong moment because it was the wrong girl -- it wasn't Penny.
     As I said, that thought FLASHED through my brain.
* * * * *
     I looked down at Sharon.  Her breasts were firm and round,
topped with huge brown nipples.  Her pussy was covered with
thick, black, tightly-curled hair.  She was holding her arms and
legs open for me.
     "C'mon, Jake."
     I pulled off my shirt and dropped my shorts and underwear in
one move and collapsed to the ground into Sharon's arms.  Her
skin was dry and smooth and taut.  Her lips were hot and she
kissed my lips, my nose, ears, neck, and chest.  She started to
move her lips down across my stomach and I didn't want to stop
her, but I did.
     I wanted to just shove my cock into her so bad!  But I
wanted to wait, to take my time and show her I wasn't just some
testosterone-crazed asshole [even though I knew I was].  I don't
know where I got that kind of control at that moment.
     I wanted to taste her.  We rolled over and I began kissing
and sucking and biting her wonderful skin.  Her face, down her
neck, around and around those big, brown nipples.  Now, it was my
turn to move lower.
     As I did, she cried out to me through clenched teeth, "No! 
Do it, Jake!  Let's do it, right NOW!"
     I wanted to, I really did, but I kept moving my mouth lower,
until I pressed it through her thick hair and found her hot slit
with my tongue.
     "Ugghhh...OOOoooHHH...Ugghhh!"  She wrapped her legs around
my head and squeezed them tighter, pressing me deeper into her
cunt.  I moved my mouth over her hard little clit and sucked it
between my teeth.
     "Ahhhhh!"  She was cumming, wave after wave, still holding
my head between her thighs.
     Finally, she let go and I slid up on her.  Her eyes were
actually sparkling in the faint light.
     "Oh, Jake, that was wonderful!  Please!  Let's do it now,
okay?"
     "Okay, Sharon, we'll do it now."
     My rock-hard cock was pressed into her dense, springy hair. 
I adjusted my position a little and felt Sharon's hand grasp my
dick and place the head at her opening.  I could feel her heat,
and as I inched down, her wetness.  Much easier than I expected,
my cock slid into her until my pubic hair was tangling with hers.
     I had read and heard a woman's cunt described many ways but
no description prepared you for the true pleasure of what it
actually feels like wrapped around your prick.  Warm, hot, wet,
tight, slippery, satin, silk, velvet -- words just don't suffice.
     I couldn't believe it.  I was finally getting laid!  And by
a girl I never expected to be fucking in a thousand years.  I
didn't know how we had ended up on that blanket, fucking like
rabbits; but way down, in my deepest, most secret thoughts, I was
thinking I had slowly charmed this girl in my subtle, quiet,
inimitable way.  That I had made her forego a date with Larry to
be with me at this picnic, and that she couldn't help herself for
wanting me.
     But very soon, I wasn't thinking any more remotely rational
thoughts.  I was going to cum.  And I was gonna cum in a pussy!
     EeeOwww!  What a cum it was!
     Even the little portable radio we brought with us cooperated
-- it was playing Otis Redding, singing "These Arms of Mine" and
I knew in that instant that I could never again hear that song
without thinking about Sharon and me on that blanket.
     When I rejoined the living, I rolled over, still connected
to Sharon.  We cuddled.
     "Ummm, that was nice, Jake."
     "I'll say!"
     "We better get back to the crowd before they send out
scouts."
     I laughed, "Believe me, when a guy and a girl disappear,
they definitely are NOT going to send out the troops."
     "Maybe your friends.  What about mine?  You ready to take on
Agnes?"
     Agnes was a big, bossy, mouthy bitch that thought she was
the unofficial leader of all the female employees at the store. 
     "No, I don't have the energy to take her on, right now. 
I'll get dressed."
     I held Sharon's hand as we walked across the bridge, but she
pulled away from me as we approached the pavilions.  
     People were packing up, and only the poker players were
staying put.  We gathered our stuff and headed for the car.  I
had never been this sober and this happy leaving a picnic.
     Sharon was quiet on the ride home, but I didn't mind.  I was
savoring my mood, and it was a very, very good mood.  The one
speedbump on my little sex-filled road of life with Sharon was
telling Penny.  I knew she thought we were serious, and I
admitted that I hadn't done anything to give her a different
impression, but...  Well, having sex with Sharon made everything
different.
     I pulled into Sharon's driveway and pulled her closer.
     "Not here, Jake.  My parents spy out the window."
     "What days do you work this week?"
     "Oh, didn't I tell you?  I leave for Long Island tomorrow,
I'll be gone a week.  Vacation."
     "A week?  No, I... I didn't realize.  I'll miss you!"
     She opened the door, "You're sweet, Jake.  Thanks for the
ride."
     "Yeah, the ride.  You're welcome.  Thank you!"
     She gave me another of those smiles as she closed the car
door and waved to me.  "Bye, Jake."  Then she ran up to and into
the house.
     As I drove away I thought, "Well, that was weird!  She acted
like nothing special happened."
*
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Chapter 6
******* *
*
     I wasn't going to blab it all over the store what happened
with Sharon and me at the picnic, but on Monday, I did tell
Billy, my best friend working with me.
     "Shit!  I can't believe it, Jake!"
     "It's true."
     "Oh, I believe you, man.  I just meant... you know... Sharon
Abrams?  I'll admit, she looked very scrumptious at the picnic,
and now that you mention it, she was paying a lot of attention to
you.  What about the guy she's dating?"
     "Don't know.  She barely mentioned him, and as I said, we
really didn't talk too much about things after it happened."
     "Are you serious about her, Jake?"
     "Well, I've been thinking about it, and... yeah... I mean...
we did it, you know?  So, I guess I AM serious about her.  She's
a nice girl."
     "Who fucks."
     I smiled.  "Yeah, she's a nice girl who fucks."
     "What about Penny?"
     "I guess I gotta tell her, Billy.  No sense leading her on. 
She's really great and I really like her, so I don't want to
cheat on her."
     "Don't do it, man.  Don't say anything!  At least not until
Sharon gets back and you see what's going on.  You know, to make
sure you both are in the same place."
     "Why?  You know Sharon.  You think she'd fuck me if she
didn't like me?"
     "No, she certainly doesn't seem like that type.  She always
impressed me as the type that didn't fuck before marriage, but I
was wrong about that.  I don't know.  It's just weird, Jake.  For
her to come on so strong after being the Ice Princess for so
long.  It's just weird.  Something's not kosher."
     "Is that supposed to be a pun or something?"
     Billy looked at me and then laughed, "No, no... I didn't
intend that, but that's something else to consider.  Maybe her
folks won't dig their daughter dating a Catholic boy.  And I met
your mom, Jake, she's gonna shit grapefruits!  Her little
Catholic bambino!"
     It was a lot to think about, and it was a long week, each
minute dragging by.  By Wednesday night I knew I couldn't hold
off talking to Penny any longer.  I knew what I had to do.  I
liked her too much to lie to her.
     I called her from the store and said I'd stop by after work. 
She was waiting out front when I pulled up.
     "Hey, I missed you, mister!"  She was all smiles as she got
in the car and leaned over to kiss me and give my cock an
affectionate squeeze.
     This wasn't going to be easy.
     In a few minutes we were parked in our favorite lovers' lane
spot.
     "We getting in the backseat or what?  What's the matter,
Jake?  Something's very wrong.  What is it?"
     "Penny..."
     She was close and staring into my eyes.  I didn't want to
hurt her.
     "Jake, tell me.  What's wrong?  Is it your parents?"
     "No, Penny, it's not home.  It's something else."
     "Tell me.  You can tell me anything, Jake."
     "Penny..."  I knew I had to jump right in.  It wasn't
getting any easier.  "Penny, I'm seeing another girl.  And it's
gotten pretty serious."  Whew, I got it out.
      Penny's face just sort of froze for thirty seconds or so.  
She didn't say a word.  And then all of her features shattered as
she broke into tears.
     "Penny...  Penny, I'm sorry."  I tried to hug her to me but
she pulled away and slid over against the door.  
     "Take me home, Jake."
     "Penny, I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to hurt you. I-"
     "Now!  Take me home now, you bastard!"
     I felt like shit.
* * * * *  
     My mood didn't improve.  I felt like a real dick for what I
did to Penny.  We had been dating for a while and I had become
attached.  I was really going to miss her (and in my less noble
moments, I admitted I was really going to miss her superb
blow-jobs!).  I vacillated between missing Penny and looking
forward to Sharon's return.
     Finally, Sunday came and I called Sharon's house to see if
they were home from vacation.  She answered the phone.  She
sounded cool and reserved after I said "hi!"
     "Sorry, Jake.  I can't really talk now."
     "Oh, I was hoping we could... You know... Maybe get together
later."  This wasn't what I had been expecting.
     "I can't.  Sorry."
     "But, Sharon-"
     "Jake, I have to go."
     "Sharon!"
     "Jake, Lawrence is here.  I have to go."
     That was a shocker.  What the fuck was he doing there? 
"Well, when will I see you in work this week?"
     "You won't, Jake."
     "What do you mean?"
     "I called up during the week and asked for a transfer.  I
start at another store tomorrow."
     "What?  Why?  What's goin' on, Sharon?  I thought-"
     "I'm sorry, Jake.  I'm sorry for what you're thinking, but
that's not what's happening.  I'm getting engaged to Lawrence."
     It's a good thing I was sitting down.  Everything was
spinning too fast, like closing your eyes in bed with a good
drunk on.  "What... what about the picnic?"
     "You're not making this easy, Jake.  Why did you have to be
so sweet to me?  I thought you'd be an asshole."
     "I don't understand, Sharon."
     "Jake, I'm sorry.  What I did was wrong.  I screwed you
because Lawrence screwed some dumb blonde.  I had to show him how
easy it would be for me.  I was hurt and I wanted to get even. 
But we've worked things out and we're going to pick out a ring
this week."
     I didn't have anything to say, but I was gripping the phone
hard enough to cramp my fingers.
     "Jake?  I have to go.  You're sweet, and it was nice working
with you.  Be happy for me!  Goodbye, Jake."
     I didn't think I could feel any worse, but I was wrong.
* * * * *
     Monday night, after the store closed, I was walking to my
car when a Cadillac pulled between me and my car.  A guy got out
of the passenger side.  The other doors were opening.
     "You Jake?"
     Oh-oh!
     "Yeah.  Who are you?"
     "I'm Lawrence Feldstein.  Ring any bells, shit-face?"
     I was in trouble and knew it.  There were four of them and I
had been careless.  The biggest one moved behind me and easily
held my arms behind me.  
     Lawrence stepped up to me.  "Putting the moves on Sharon was
the wrong thing to do, goy-boy."
     "Put the moves on?  Is that what she told you?  She chased
me!  We fucked our brains out and she wanted more!  She said it
was great fuckin' a real dick for a change!"
     He buried his right fist in my stomach.  It felt like he
made it all the way back to my spine.
     I doubled over and staggered back a step or two.  The lug
holding me let me take that step.  I came down on his left foot
with the heel of my left shoe and then stepped into my next move.
     The goalpost was forty yards away and I wanted to put
Lawrence's balls through the uprights.  One step with my left and
then my right came up with everything I had.  Lawrence made a
funny little "Ulf!" noise and then bent over at the waist.  In
the purple gas lights of the parking lot, his face looked like it
was turning green.  He opened his mouth and vomited on my pants
and shoes.  Field Goal -- three points!
     I was still catching my breath when his friend behind me
wrapped his arms around me and the two guys by the car started
walking towards me.  I was going to have the living shit beat out
of me and there wasn't a thing I could do about it. 
     "Enough!  I've called the cops!"
     It was Dennis, the assistant manager of the store, with
Billy and the two guys from the produce department.
     The guy holding me let go and the other two guys helped
Lawrence into the Caddie, and they pulled off the lot with a
squeal of tires and a little puff of burnt rubber.
     I tried to say "thanks" to my rescuers, but I had just
enough time to stagger over to the curb, bend over and puke up my
chili-dog-and-Twinkie dinner.
     I couldn't have felt more sorry for myself than I did at
that moment.  I had hurt Penny and broken up with her because of
Sharon and Sharon had used me because of Lawrence and I had
Lawrence's dinner on my shoes and pants and I could only breathe
in short gasps as I spit out the last of my stomach contents.  I
hurt -- physically and emotionally.  I was alone -- all alone.  I
was ready to cry.
     Carefully, slowly, I straightened up and leaned against my
car.  From a cooler in his car, Dennis had produced a cold
six-pack and Billy handed me a can.  The five of us popped the
tops and I took a small drink of the cold beer.
     Billy patted me on the shoulder.  "I sure hope you were a
good fuck for Sharon; it may have to last her for a while.  I saw
that kick you gave Lawrence -- I don't think he'll be getting a
hard-on for a few days."
     I started to laugh, but it hurt.  But, then like magic, I
didn't hurt as badly.  I looked at my friends, raised my can in a
toast and then broke out in the biggest laugh I'd had in weeks.
     Hey!
     I was young, employed, and draft-deferred.  And it was the
Sixties, man!
***********
To be continued.