Sacrificial Heart
Note to My Readers: In this story I make reference to an '83 VW bug. To fully appreciate this, read my earlier submission "Finding Rebecca" and the comments readers made to the story about the '83 VW bug. I think you'll find it humorous and well worth the effort.
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"There is an opportunity available, for anyone who is interested, to spend this time volunteering at a Nursing Home in lieu of attending this class," the senior high school teacher announced. "You will receive full course credit upon completion of a mid-semester and end-semester research paper involving interpersonal relationships. Would anyone like to take advantage of this offer that has so kindly been extended by the Guidance Counselor's office? If you would, please see me after class."
When the bell that announced the end of the last period rang, most of the class quickly vacated the room and streamed towards the parking area. The lot was always a traffic jam at the end of the day and many of them hurried to gain a head-start.
Heather turned in her seat to the right and she looked at her best friend Christy. "So, what are your thoughts?"
"About what?" Christy replied, confused by the question.
"About volunteering at a Nursing Home and getting out of class!" Heather excitedly exclaimed. "Let's go for it."
"Like what, collect stinky bed pans for an hour a day? It smells like Lysol in those places. Yuck!" Christy announced in disbelief. "Why do you even ask?"
Heather pointed out the window. There was already a line of traffic; it was steadily mounting. It'd take them the better part of a half hour to fight through the mess.
"We'd be spending the last period at a nursing home closer to home and miss out on that traffic for an entire semester," Heather reminded her. "Isn't that worth emptying a few bed pans? We'd get home forty five minutes earlier every day. I could so get used to that. Besides, we can probably skate out early. Who'd be watching? It's our senior year, we're both eighteen and eager to see the real world, why not?"
Christy hadn't considered all of the elements involved, and when Heather pointed them out she started liking the idea. "I guess it wouldn't be so bad."
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Christy turned off the engine of the old white Chevy Nova and returned the keys to the front right pocket of her faded denim jeans. She looked through the bug-stained windshield at the brick façade of their latest school project with a frown on her cute face. A large sign advertised 'Sunnypoint Nursing Home' in bold white letters bolted to a red brick background.
"You owe me big-time!" Christy decided. "We were supposed to be doing this instead of attending class, not ruining a perfectly good Saturday."
"Chill out, it's not so bad," Heather replied. "It's just orientation. You'll be home in an hour."
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this."
The girls vacated the car, closed and locked the doors, and walked towards the main entrance. Even the most casual observer noticed that one of the arriving girls was excited by the visit, while the other approached with a look of trepidation on her face. And both were undeniably adorable.
Jeff was drawn to the arrival of the strange car and moved his wheelchair closer to a large glass window next to the main entrance. He whistled to himself as he admired the two beautiful girls that approached. Both were wearing denim jeans and short-sleeved blouses. But it wasn't their clothes he was looking at, but rather what was underneath; their toned slender legs, tight asses, and firm, upright breasts that temptingly danced as they walked. At least that's how the girls looked in his mind.
They were both brunettes. The short one had shoulder-length hair while the taller girl had longer hair and legs. His penis stirred as he imagined pumping into her pussy with her legs wrapped around his waist. When they entered the foyer he got a closer view of their bodies and he was even more impressed by their shapely forms. His gaze was repeatedly distracted by their jiggling breasts and the outline of the impressive nipples.
When they passed through the second set of double doors he approached them.
"Good afternoon, ladies, I'm Jefferson Wells," he introduced himself in a deep voice and with an air of superiority.
"Hi, I'm Heather," the taller girl replied, "And this is Christy. We're the volunteers from the high school."
He smiled warmly and said "Yes, of course. I recall seeing the memo. Welcome to Sunnypoint. If you step down the hallway to the left I'll get you started."
He followed a couple paces behind and admired each perfectly formed ass one at a time. Christy felt weird and glanced back suspiciously. "I think he's checking us out."
"And into the room on your left," he directed. Once they were together in the room he said "There will be a brief physical. Please disrobe and we can begin."
Heather reluctantly reached for her top blouse buttons, uncertain what to do. Christy shook her head in disbelief.
"There's no way we're getting undressed for you," Christy declared in aggravation. "Who are you really?"
"Jeff, are you doing what I think you're doing?" a female voice asked from the hallway. "Are you trying to get these girls naked?"
"Aw, shucks," he said, disappointed by her untimely intrusion. "It's the closest I got yet."
With hands on hips the heavy-set African-American woman was an imposing sight. "Hum hmm. Roll your ass out of here and keep it away from this wing. You know better than that."
The smile returned to his face as he looked up at the girls a final time. When Heather reached a hand down and lightly rubbed the top of his head it widened. He reluctantly propelled himself from the room. As nurse Willows began the orientation he returned to his room.
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Shortly afterward there was a tapping on his door. He called for the visitor to enter. He was surprised to see Heather. He thought she was a real doll.
"Look, about what you tried to do earlier," she started uncomfortably. "I won't hold it against you. We'll be seeing each other every day. I'd rather we be friends. If that means showing you my boobs, then so be it."
Her hands reached up and her fingers tugged the buttons open from the top down. The breasts were naturally firm and upright and she wasn't wearing a bra. She pulled the tails of her blouse out of her shorts and approached him. His eyes widened as she straddled his lap facing him and pulled her blouse open. He nervously peered at the luscious swells and pink nipples.
"Can I?" he sheepishly asked.
"It's as far as you're getting with me," she warned. "I don't give second chances. If you go lower than my waist I'm out of here."
Jeff anxiously shook his head in agreement and swallowed hard as his hands hesitantly reached forward. He'd never touched a girl before. His eyes admired the gorgeous mounds and nubs that were proudly revealed before his eyes. When his fingers gently touched the soft, smooth skin his penis swiftly hardened and pulsated in his pants. She glanced down and giggled as she both saw and felt the rising of his mass.
"You look pathetic," she said with a twinge of sadness as she recognized his condition and physical limitations. Her heart softened as she considered how difficult it must be for a twenty year old guy to be stuck in a nursing home at that age.
"Don't expect this again," Heather whispered as her fingers reached down and tugged at the front of his pants. "Just this once, okay? Agreed?"
Jeff was speechless and nodded affirmatively. His eyes closed as he continued squeezing and fondling the silky breasts and lightly rubbed on the throbbing nipples. He softly groaned as her soft, warm fingers reached inside his pants and guided his penis out from inside the clothing. Both hands rubbed up and down on the stiff shaft and over the purplish-pink tip that was already moist with leaking semen. He leaned forward and gently kissed the creamy mounds and tentatively licked the swollen tips. Her soft groans joined his, and for a fleeting moment he considered taking advantage of her aroused state and defying the agreement. He wanted so badly to feel what was between those long, slender legs.
A hand reached down and moved between them. It was so easy since she was straddling his lap and her legs were stretched far apart. His fingers just barely reached her crotch when the inevitable happened, cutting his advances short. It didn't take long for his semen to rise. His body stiffened as the seed completed its journey. He grunted several times as the milky cum was ejaculated from the tip of his penis and into a small washcloth that he kept nearby. After his balls were drained he opened his eyes and wished the fantasy could have been true.
* * * * *
It felt strange leaving school early and not having to fight through traffic. They both loved it.
"Okay, so maybe you were right," Christy admitted. She hated the post-school congestion.
Heather sat back, smiled, and relaxed in the warmth of the sun's soothing rays.
"Would they even know if we didn't show up at the nursing home?" Christy asked. "We could ditch it."
"No!" Heather exclaimed. She'd never admit it, but she was really looking forward to their first visit. "I'm sure we'd get busted."
"I was just kidding," Christy lied. It was spring of their senior year and she had spring fever. Life beckoned and she yearned to enjoy it.
"Have you talked to your parents yet about getting your own car?"
Heather sighed. "I looked in the newspaper. I saw an '83 VW bug that's cheap," she replied.
"They stopped selling those in the '70's," Christy responded with a smirk. Then she chuckled and asked "The seller isn't Dick Walters, is it?"
"Not Dick, Dirk somebody," Heather answered.
"Yeah, that's the guy that was busted for drug possession," Christy remarked. "He's such a total loser, and an idiot to boot. He swears his bug is an '83 because the used car salesman he got it from told him it was. Talk about a sucker. He probably paid twice what its worth."
The girls erupted in laughter as their minds pictured him roaming the halls at school dressed in shabby clothing, reeking of pot, with bloodshot and confused eyes.
"Maybe I'll hold off on that '83 VW," Heather decided, which triggered another wave of laughter.
Jeff was anxiously waiting for them. Heather saw the wheelchair-bound guy peering at them through the front plate glass window. He was staring as they approached dressed in the usual denim jeans and pullover tops. Heather's flesh tingled as she felt his unrelenting gaze. It made her feel uncomfortable.
Christy, on the other hand, liked the attention. "There goes that pervert again. Let's give him a show."
Heather rolled her eyes in embarrassment. She hated when Christy acted that way. The poor guy lived in a wheelchair and she was going to tease him? In Heather's mind that just wasn't right.
Once they entered the nursing home Christy approached Jeff. She sat down across his unfeeling legs and slipped an arm around his neck. "Take me for a ride and I'll give you a kiss."
Christy saw Heather's disapproving nod and she flipped her off. As was their custom, Heather stuck her tongue out and wagged it in a silly display of immaturity at its finest. Heather watched as the unlikely pair was whisked off on their shiny chrome chariot to an unknown destination. They passed by the gazes of other, much older residents as they crossed the large social area and then returned.
When Jeff stopped the chair after their arrival, he benefited from Heather's earlier display of aggravation. Christy was more than eager to grate on her best friend's nerves so she overindulged her chauffeur with affection. Instead of the tiny peck on the lips she initially intended to deliver, she instead gave him a real, jaw-dropping, penis-awakening kiss. Both arms embraced his neck and she rubbed her body against his.
The sweet smell of her perfume delighted his senses, as did the supple warmth of her form. Her wet lips pressed to his tightly and remained. She kissed him several times. When his tongue pushed between her lips Christy's mouth opened and she permitted a tongue kiss. Her own sprung to life and entwined with his, teasing him with a hint of passion. When his left hand cautiously reached up and cupped a breast. Christy was so shocked that she allowed it. He tenderly fondled the warm swell through the pink top she wore. The intimate touching hardened her nipples and they eagerly pulsated and strained against the fabric.
It stopped just as suddenly as it started. Christy slid off his lap and ended their union with a smile. "Thank you, kind sir, for that wonderful ride."
"You made it worthwhile," he assured her. "How about another?"
Christy glanced at Heather, who in turn gestured for her not to even think about it. Christy returned her gaze to Jeff and politely declined. "No thanks. Another time, maybe."
Nurse Willows emerged from a room and her face brightened upon seeing her new help. "Can you two go back to the kitchen, grab the snack plates, and distribute them?"
"Why did you tease him like that?" Heather complained to her friend. "You know he's a virgin and he'll probably never get laid. That's so mean."
"Mean?" Christy replied in surprise. "I probably made his day. He'll probably rush to his room and jerk off thinking about me. Besides, what's so wrong with being a virgin? We both still are."
"We?" Heather acted shocked and stopped dead in her tracks. Christy took another step before realizing her friend's advance had halted. "That's not the way I hear it."
It was Christy's turn to look shocked. She turned and faced Heather. "You mean people talk about my virginity, or the lack thereof? It's nobody's business. What are they saying?"
Heather turned the tables. "You tell me what they should be saying about you, Mike, and Todd at the lake."
"They fed me beer and shots and got me drunk!" Christy said defensively. "I'm not exactly sure what happened at the end, but I'm as pure as the day I was born."
"I doubt that. What happened out there under the stars? Did you make out with them?" Heather prodded, eager to hear all the juicy details. "Come on, confess! How can I defend your honor if I don't know what really happened?"
A naughty grin appeared on Christy's face. She walked to the wall and lightly banged her forehead against it. Heather moved beside her, pushed the brown hair away from the side of her face, and continued baiting her.
"We're best friends. If you can't tell me, who can you tell? You'll feel better once it's out in the open. I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to, but I need to hear it. How far did those two guys get with you, and should I be jealous?"
"Extremely jealous!" Christy exclaimed as cracks appeared in her façade and her determination to keep the events of that night secret began to weaken.
"They are both cute," Heather admitted for Christy's benefit. "I wouldn't mind having them both to myself for a night of partying. Are they hot?"
"What do you mean?"
"What happened?" Heather persisted.
After they retrieved the snack trays they were loaded onto a serving cart and wheeled into the rooms. Heather greeted the patients as Christy passed her the requested snacks. As they returned to the hallway Christy's story was finally revealed in all its glorious detail.
"I ran into them at the mall and they offered to give me a ride home. How they managed to talk me into going to the lake I'll never know. Maybe because I was pissed off at my mom about applying to colleges. We stopped off at that convenience store over on Parker where Mike's older brother works and got beer and a small bottle of tequila. And then we hit the lake. It was already getting dark so the place was abandoned. We hung out on a picnic table near the beach and got drunk.
"Mike and Todd started chasing each other around, and after that Todd approached me from behind. He started slowly rubbing his fingers up and down my upper arms. It made me feel all warm and tingly inside and I had to admit that I liked it. Then he told me that he knew what women really liked. They liked to be pretend-raped. They liked to have their wrists bound and to be treated roughly. The way he said it got me all excited, and when his rubbing fingers moved down my arms they reached for my wrists. He moved them behind me and held them together. He asked me if I liked that and I nodded my head yes.
"I should have known better but I was drunk and uninhibited and willing to do anything. He pulled a scarf out of his pocket and tied my wrists together. After he did he told me to try and get free. I did but it was too tight. Then he asked me if it turned me on to fight against the binding and feel so helpless. My hands struggled again, and this time I understood what he was saying. It was scary and exciting all at the same time.
"His hands reached around me and he started popping my blouse buttons open, from the top down. He kept asking me what it felt like to be so helpless, and the more he asked it the more frightened and aroused I became. My belly got hot and I was tingling all over. I thought I was going to pee in my panties, but it wasn't pee that I squirted. I've never been so aroused before and it felt weird and wonderful. I was getting so wet that my panties felt damp. After he loosened the last button and pulled the tails out of my shorts, the blouse opened and he slipped it off my shoulders. I felt so naked and vulnerable that my stomach knotted in fear. But at the same time my lower belly grew hotter and my pussy got wetter.
"He started kissing and biting my neck as his hands cupped my breasts and began squeezing on them. My nipples were aching as he rubbed on them. They were bigger than ever. Mike must have gotten curious because he came running back and saw what was going on. Todd repeatedly batted him away but there was no way he was going to miss out on such a golden opportunity. At that point I figured the more, the merrier...until I heard a zipper being lowered. At that point a cold chill went through me and I felt more helpless than ever.
"There wasn't much I could do with my wrists bound but Todd found something. It was his zipper that I'd heard and he guided his hard penis between the fingers of my hands. I'd never touched one before and I was curious. So I started touching and rubbing on the round tip, shaft, and balls. It felt strange as it throbbed against my fingers, but I liked it. Mike joined in when he reached down and started to loosen my shorts. I should have screamed, but I didn't. I was really getting into the role-playing aspect, like it wasn't me but somebody else they were doing this to and I was there watching it unfold.
"Mike started to pull down both my shorts and panties but when I firmly told him just the shorts, he listened. After they were off he shifted my legs apart. To be honest, I liked them being in control. A hand was placed between them and pressed against my pussy. I'd never been touched there before and it was incredible. I didn't know what to do, but my body sure did. My back arched and my hips began gyrating and thrusting, rubbing my aching crotch against his fingers. Oh, and there was an intense tingling heat all over inside of me. There was another peeing sensation but it wasn't pee that I discharged. I was so wet."
"You fucked them, didn't you?" Heather inquired "A girl doesn't get that excited and not go all the way, especially in their capable hands."
Christy dropped her gaze and shifted her feet nervously, as if too embarrassed to reveal the truth. She finally offered "Maybe."
In a stuffy, priestly voice Heather reassured her "Continue, child. Leave no stone unturned and all shall be forgiven."
"Todd lowered me to the table on my back and kneeled on the seat. My eyes had a close-up of his hard penis as it moved to my mouth. It looked pretty much like I'd imagined. I was hesitant as he pressed it against my lips, but finally my mouth opened and it pushed inside. It tasted all salty and weird. His hands held my head and his hips pumped it in and out of my mouth. When he tried to go in too far I gagged, that was the worst part. But after a few times he knew how deep I could take him and he slid in and out smoothly. I wrapped my lips tightly around the shaft, and licked and sucked. I had no idea what I was doing. While he was moving in my mouth his hands were playing with my tits and nipples.
"Meanwhile, Mike was between my legs. He rubbed on my pussy through the wet panty crotch, then started licking and sucking on me. To say that it felt wonderful would be an understatement. It's like my body had been dormant my entire life and just woke up. That's the best way I can describe it. There was a fire in my lower belly and my whole body shuddered in delight. I felt his fingers grasping the top edge of my panties and I knew what he was going to do but I didn't stop him this time. When he realized I wouldn't, he pulled them down my legs and tossed them beside me. This time when he shifted my legs apart he could see everything I'd been defending up to that point. This time when his mouth pressed against my pussy and commenced eating me, it was so great. To feel his darting tongue pushing between my lips and licking on my clit...it gets me wet just thinking about it."
Christy swallowed hard. Recalling that night two weeks ago had gotten her hot. Normally she reserved the memories for night, when she was laying in bed fingering her pussy. It gave her plenty of ammunition and she'd enjoyed numerous orgasms remembering the events. She hadn't planned on revisiting it in the middle of the afternoon and she could already feel her juices flowing as the tingling warmth of desire developed in her belly. Her nipples were sensitized and she felt them pulsating against her top and starting to ache. She wasn't even sure why she was telling Heather. Maybe she hoped she'd understand and not think poorly for what she had consented to. They'd been friends for years and Christy respected Heather's opinion.
"Todd came in your mouth, didn't he?" Heather asked, but it was less a question than an unconfirmed suspicion. "What was it like?"
Christy turned red in embarrassment, unsure if she could or should be talking about the subject any more. She was getting so aroused that lingering on the event would have her desperate for sexual release. As usual Heather persisted and wore her down. Christy sighed heavily and nodded her head in disbelief that her friend had dragged even this much out of her, and decided to spill the rest of the proverbial beans.
"I could tell he was getting close because of his body movements and towards the end he got even bigger. I tried to move my head back because I really didn't want his cum in my mouth, but his hands held me firmly in place. He started pumping into me faster, and at the very end Todd tensed. He grunted and I felt a squirt, sort of like a water pistol. Except it was nothing like water. It was hot and thick, and tasted bad. I tried pushing it out of my mouth with my tongue but he squirted again. Some of it ran out the sides of my mouth and down my chin, but not fast enough. Finally I had to swallow a mouthful of it. I'm sure my face looked funny when I did. It was pretty disgusting."
"And how'd it go with Mike? What was that like?" Heather excitedly bombarded her with even more questions.
"After Todd finished Mike lifted his head from my crotch and loosened his pants. I knew exactly what he had in mind. My pussy was so wet and I ached for him. I was real scared in my mind, but my body was more than eager. I tried to control myself but the tingling fire in my belly got hotter the more I tried to deny it his attention. I could have told him no, but I really needed him. Things had gone too far and there wasn't any stopping it.
"After he pulled his cock out, I looked down between my legs and saw it staring at me with its one elongated eye winking at me. It had a thick, milky tear forming at the rim. I leaned back and waited for the inevitable. He placed his hands on my thighs and inched my body to the extreme edge of the bench, so the edge was under my lower back and the rest of my lower body hung over. He lifted my legs up and placed the ankles on his shoulders. It felt so frightening to be in such a totally helpless and vulnerable position, but I can't deny the thrilling rush it gave me either.
"My body flinched when I felt the round tip rubbing on my pink lips. Then it speared between them and was moving up and down the slit. I remember my entire body stiffening, and my hands curling into fists. I was vibrating like crazy and squirted again. I felt the pressure of his penis at my vagina, and he hesitated as if testing my willingness or something. I whispered to him that it was okay; I wanted to do it with him.
"There was stinging pain and more pressure as he pushed inside of me. My little doorway was stretched open and I heard my own voice crying out into the night. He finally popped inside and moved further. When he popped my cherry I felt another stinging pain. It was uncomfortable at first as I felt this mass penetrating into my flesh. Tears formed in my eyes as I realized the enormity of the moment. This was the one defining moment a girl always remembers, and this would stick with me for a lifetime. Mike and Todd would forever be engraved in my mind.
"The pain persisted but it softened. The pressure of his penis sliding in and out, forcing my canal apart as he ventured deeper, also felt wonderful. I wasn't sure I could take all of him. I kept thinking that as he worked deeper, and eventually I realized my body could because I felt his balls slapping against my ass. After I loosened up it got easier and more pleasurable. He began a quicker pace and repeatedly plunged into me. Finally the excitement overshadowed the fear and discomfort and I really started getting into it. I was moaning like a cat in heat and rocking on the table."
"And then, thankfully, I sensed an impending orgasm. I knew it would be different this time, and I wasn't wrong. The tingling became more and more intense and my pussy got really sensitive. It seemed like I could feel every ripple of his erect shaft as my walls formed tightly around it. The sensations got stronger with each thrust of his cock. When it hit me I tensed for a second and then erupted like a volcano.
"Oh, words can't describe it. My entire body was wildly shaking and shuddering. My thighs tightened against him. I was squirting juice. My back arched as my hips pumped into him. I was breathless and groaning aloud. It was pretty incredible. After my climax he did me another minute or so and he came pretty much the same way as Todd. At least I didn't have to taste and swallow it this time."
"Did Todd get lucky too?" Heather inquired.
Christy glanced away and rolled her eyes. She could feel her lips and panties getting wet. Several times during the story her desire flared and a jolt of tingling excitement surged through her flesh. Christy was turned on and Heather was asking her to keep thinking about it. She'd be climbing the walls in sexual frustration before too much longer. There was a lot of warmth and pressure in her lower belly, like she had to pee.
"After that I got dressed and we drank and hung out for another hour. When we left Mike drove and Todd somehow talked me into joining him in back. Of course I consented to his advances. We probably hadn't driven more than a mile before he was undressing me. Yeah, he got lucky. I was lying on the back seat with my legs straight up and my feet planted against the roof. He really pounded me hard, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't great. I climaxed again.
"I went to bed naked. Their cum oozed out of my pussy all night long and when I woke up the next morning there was a small puddle under my crotch. It was real sore, too, but it had been so much fun."
Heather finally ran out of questions. She was stunned by the vivid confession that left even Heather aroused.
"Cover for me. I have to use the restroom," Christy announced.
During her absence Nurse Willows checked on their progress. "You girls need to interact more with the patients. They need your friendship most of all. Don't deprive them of that. As soon as you get the cart back to the kitchen you're free to leave."
Once in the bathroom Christy locked herself into an enclosed stall. With her clothes around her ankles and thighs spread, the fingers of her left hand pushed the outer folds apart as the fingers of her right provided the desperately needed stimulation. She tried to be as quiet as possible but there was no stopping the labored breathing. One finger, and then two, forced her canal walls apart. Flowing wetness coated them, collected at the bottom of her lips, and several drops fell onto the surface of the water in the toilet.
The self-induced climax was much less dramatic than one created by a guy, but it released the pent-up energy. When she was a virgin, rubbing her clit to climax seemed so wonderful. But after having her first two men, there simply was no comparison. They'd hopelessly spoiled her.
* * * * *
Heather really took to heart Nurse Willows' comment about befriending the patients who lacked human companionship. Each day she picked one and visited him or her. Yes, even Jeff, despite the fact that all efforts to befriend him resulted in renewed sexual advances. A few weeks later, as Heather was trying to gather up enough change to buy a soda from the machine, a hand reached out and offered her a quarter.
"Oh, thanks," she said.
"You're Heather."
Her face looked at him with a confused expression. "Do I know you?"
"I'm Jeff's father. You've made such a huge difference in his life. He raves about you and Christy both, but mostly about you," he explained.
Heather took note of the handsome, well-dressed man in his early to mid fifties. "I'm not as self-sacrificing as you might think. This is a school project."
"A project you're throwing your heart into from what I hear," he countered. "Thanks again."
As she was starting to leave he stopped her. "I'm sorry, I hadn't meant to be rude. I was just stunned by your beauty. My name is Samuel Wells. Call me Sam."
Heather smiled, a little embarrassed by the comment. As she left, her body tingled excitedly and her mind replayed his compliment several times. To hear it from a complete stranger made it much more sincere.
She encountered him more and more. They exchanged greetings and slowly learned more about one another. As the mid-term report loomed closer, her aggravation mounted. It showed through and Sam picked up on it.
"What's bothering you?" he asked.
"I told you this is a school project on inter-personal relationships. Now I have a report due and I don't know what to write," she admitted.
"What have you learned?" he asked as he mentored her. "What's your impression of all this?"
She shrugged her shoulders in uncertainty. Heather couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"Everyone entering into a relationship brings certain needs. Explore and identify them."
"This sucks," she decided.
Sam laughed. "Come over for dinner on Friday and afterwards I'll help you compose it." He handed her a card with his phone numbers and business address before leaving.
"I'm leaving, are you ready?" Christy announced as she arrived in Sam's wake.
Heather looked longingly at Sam's card. "No, I'll walk."
"Suit yourself."
She instead visited with Sam and Jeff, laughing as Sam spoke of childhood memories and his wife, Jeff's mother, and the time they shared before her unexpected death three years ago. That was how she learned of Jeff's MS affliction, resulting handicap, and the grim outlook. Her heart went out to them both.
When she realized the time, she excused herself. On impulse she gave Jeff a brief kiss on the forehead and wished him a good night. Sam said goodnight as well and walked with Heather out of the building.
"I'd be glad to give you a ride," he offered.
"I appreciate it, but a walk would give me time to think about the paper I have to write for school," she politely turned him down.
"What about Friday?" he persisted.
Heather smiled. She did like him, and knew she could use the help. "Maybe you can just meet me here the usual time and pick me up?"
"I'd be happy to," he confirmed. They shared a handshake and parted ways.
Heather walked the long mile home. On the way she noticed the new storefront of what was formerly Priscilla's Boutique. The overhead sign now announced it as Rebecca's Boutique, and a grand opening banner over the door and display window advertised the blessed event. On impulse she entered.
"Welcome to my new boutique!" an excessively happy woman not much older greeted Heather. She had long brown hair and a slender figure. The women hugged and a connection was immediately established. "Please feel free to look around. I'm trying to appeal to the younger crowd."
Heather looked. "Wow, this is some nice stuff."
When Heather left, Rebecca moved the door sign to the closed position and locked the door. Sex was on her mind as she retreated to the miserably small yet hopelessly romantic back room that served as their home. The mattress still bore signs of the blood of her lost innocence, but it was covered by fresh, sweet-smelling sheets. Those same sheets would soon emanate with the smell of sex.
"Please tell me we're rich," Rebecca lamented as she hugged James from behind. He was seated at a desk updating the books.
"We're rich in love, but not much else," James informed her. "But things are looking up. I'm hopeful, and you should be too. You're turning this place around. It just takes time to regain our customer base."
"We're rich in love?" she asked in a suddenly perky voice. "What type of currency is that?"
"I guess when you're in love, the currency is sex," he decided after a moment's thought.
"Then let's spend some of it," Rebecca requested. "No, better yet, let's go on a spending spree."
He placed the pencil down and moved his chair from beneath the desk. She quickly straddled his lap and sat with their noses only inches apart. He asked "Are we feeling frisky this evening?"
"It's been three days," she complained in a pretend whiny voice. She held up three fingers, imitating a scout's salute. "I stopped this morning, scout's honor."
"You aren't going to let me finish, are you?"
Rebecca smiled when she realized she was going to get her way. A wide naughty-girl grin appeared on her face. "Of course not."
"While we're on the subject, when are you going to make an honest woman out of me?" she inquired.
As he finished up the task and put the papers away he answered "When I can carry you over the threshold of a real house, and not a moment sooner."
"What if I told you we were going to be parents?"
James looked at her with a shocked expression on his face; then it dawned on him that she just finished her cycle. She couldn't be pregnant. He decided to give her a dose of her own medicine. With a serious look on his face he replied "You're right. We should hold off on the sex until we're legally wed. There's no sense in taking any chances."
The silence that followed was frigid. He watched as tears formed in her pale gray eyes. She released her hold and ran to the bed. She collapsed on the mattress and buried her face in the pillow as her body shook. He felt guilty for messing with her mind and followed her to bed. He lay alongside her body and pulled her into his arms.
"I'm so sorry," he delivered a heartfelt apology. "Bec, come on. Don't be upset."
She lifted her face off the pillow and revealed a beaming smile. "I told you I took drama classes and starred in several plays. Don't mess with a professional."
"You're vindictive."
"No, I'm just feeling deprived and slightly depraved," she responded with a wink of an eye. "Teach me something new, and we can practice."
He considered her request. What had he fantasized about doing but never did? The answer came to mind. "It's getting dark. Let's make love in the display window. With the lights off it would be hard for anyone to see us unless they were walking down the sidewalk on this side of the street."
"Isn't that risky?" Rebecca wondered, voicing her uncertainty.
"That's the point."
It was easy kneeling on the bed undressing each other. James removed her shirt, she his. She removed his pants, he her shorts. He lowered and removed her panties, and she did the same, revealing the swollen penis she'd been lusting for. But coaxing her to the display window was another story entirely. They waited until all traces of the sinking sun were gone and darkness cloaked the street. As they waited he occupied his desk chair, she straddled his lap, and they kissed and fondled.
"Let's do this later, much later," she suggested. "We can start in bed."
He rose from the chair with her arms and legs embracing him. He carried her to the front of the store, to the display window. She'd done a nice job decorating it. They were simply another attraction. He placed her on the floor on her hands and knees as she lowered her head in embarrassment. Her pink slit was slick and glistening with wetness.
"If anyone sees us I'll die!" she exclaimed.
"I can't say they won't," he reminded her, adding to the tension. "But I promise you'll cum hard."
She peered out of the plate glass as cars passed by. Her racing heart skipped a beat each time one did, hoping they couldn't be seen. Eyes were drawn to the new sign and grand opening banner. Rebecca trembled with nervous excitement as he kneeled behind her and pressed his hard penis into her for the umpteenth time. She groaned in pleasure as his mass forced her juicy walls apart.
"Heaven help us if anyone comes walking down this side of the street," James whispered as he worked his throbbing penis deeper into her hot canal. "They'd definitely see us. I guess we could pretend to be robots in some perverted animatronics display."
She heard his soft words and shuddered in nervous excitement. Her eyes darted from side to side, looking for the slightest movement. Every time a car passed her entire form tensed and flinched. She wanted to close her eyes and enjoy the passage of his cock into her body, but the risk was too real. Her voice finally cracked and released the moans of pleasure that had been muted. The eyes she was determined to keep open fluttered and eventually closed. She mentally acknowledged and gave in to the tingling warmth that rippled through her flesh. It was followed by a release of creamy essence that coated his plunging cock. She'd never been as afraid or excited as she was at this moment.
His arms extended and his hands grasped her jiggling breasts. James squeezed on the soft mounds and lightly pinched the swollen nubs. Rebecca tensed and shuddered as another wave of tingling delight was generated and savored. Her back arched as her hips moved back and forth in rhythm with his opposite motions. His penis thrust in and out in fluid and purposeful strokes. When he was fully inside and his dangling balls swung forward, he pushed harder and stretched the skin that covered his shaft. He grunted as the straining fabric of flesh pulled on the base of his head, stinging slightly as it triggered a brief sensation of joy.
Her eyes peeked open and saw the patrolling police cruiser moving down the street. The face of the officer was visible through the open window as he diligently scanned the storefronts.
Rebecca's body stiffened in fear. She had an overwhelming need to pee. She watched as the moment unfolded in slow motion, as the peering white eyes of the officer moved in their direction. Her racing heart rushed blood and adrenaline through her lithe form as her excitement peaked. She was on the verge of climax as their eyes met, although he couldn't see her but detected their erotic movement.
"Uh!" her voice groaned as her eyes closed and orgasm was achieved. Every muscle tensed as the delightful event began.
Her kneeling body slowly moved into a prone position. When she did, James followed her lead with his pulsating penis fully inside. He kept moving, stimulating her clitoris and stretching the tight walls of her canal apart.
"Oh!" Rebecca gasped as she lingered on the precipice for what seemed like minutes as she imagined them being caught in the act. Her gorgeous young body remained stiff, with heavy pressure in her lower belly as James filled her void and strained to reach even deeper.
Finally her body released the energy and she erupted in wild, chaotic movements beyond control. She wanted to scream out but saw the brake lights as the cruiser stopped in front of the display window, so she bit down on her lower lip to mute her cries of joy. A flood of hot nectar bathed his driving penis as her fingers and toes curled into tight balls. She writhed and shuddered as never before, tapping into reserves of energy as she maintained the intense physical gyrations as jolts of tingling pleasure reverberated throughout her body.
Just as the exhausting climax dissipated, the flashing red and blue lights turned on as the officer verified what he thought he saw. As the lights rotated, the bright beams bounced off buildings and pierced the darkness. James froze, and cautioned for her to do the same. Even though he ceased moving, just being inside of her and feeling her tight walls quivering against him was enough. He softly grunted and released a stream of semen into her belly. He moved slightly out and back inside, feeling another spasm of tingling delight as he continued to ejaculate hot cum. When his balls were emptied he remained inside.
Finally the flashing lights were doused, the cruiser's brake lights turned off, and the vehicle continued on.
"That was close," Rebecca complained in a broken voice.
"It was thrilling," he added. "I've never felt you cum so hard before."
She kissed his lips. "You can give yourself a little bit of the credit. You seemed to like it too. But let's say we don't try this again anytime soon?"
They remained in position a few seconds longer, and then crawled away from the window. After they got up he chased her laughing, shrieking form into bed where they cuddled and made love a second time with considerably less nervousness.
* * * * *
Jeff heard the tap at the window but disregarded it initially. It sounded like nothing more than a tree branch swaying in the evening breeze and being moved far enough to brush up against the glass. When it persisted he pulled back the curtains and was surprised to see Heather standing outside with a wide grin on her adorable face. Her brown hair was tied back into a coarse pony tail. She was dressed in a red half-top and a short black skirt. He unlocked the window and slid it open. A blast of cool air rushed in and embraced him. It smelled of flowers and freshly cut grass and he found it to be gloriously refreshing.
"You're not supposed to be here," Jeff commented.
"Oh, okay, I'll leave," she kidded him with a serious look on her face.
When she turned away he reached out and grabbed the pony tail, which was the only thing he could reach. She faced him again wearing a warm smile and placed her folded arms on the window ledge. She placed her chin on her arms as she looked in at him.
"Are you in bed?" she questioned.
"It's after midnight, where else would I be?" he challenged.
"Where would you prefer to be?" she inquired, as a genie might ask the question of a person just granted three wishes.
"With my mom," he replied in a longing tone tinged with heartfelt loss and sorrow. He'd been thinking about her a lot lately.
"Let's go."
The logistics were a little difficult but not impossible. Heather helped him dress and carefully moved the wheelchair out the window and onto the grass. After she transported him to the waiting car and helped him into a seated position, she drove him to the cemetery. She'd learned a lot about Jeff and his father through her visits and knew where she was buried. It wasn't difficult to find, even at night. Jeff spilled a few tears as he viewed her headstone again and recalled his bittersweet memories of her.
"You're putting yourself in a lot of risk," he realized. "Why are you doing this?"
Heather was almost moved to tears herself as she thought of everything he'd been through in his short life. She couldn't imagine herself in the same position. "I feel bad seeing you sitting in there unable to do the simple things I've taken for granted my entire life. I wanted to see you have some fun, even if for only a few hours."
"That's very sweet," he admitted. "Thanks."
Heather knelt on the moist grass beside him and reached her left arm around his waist. He reached his right around her shoulder and they cuddled as their minds drifted and thought of the joyous times experienced in their very different lives.
"What do you miss most about her?" she asked.
He shrugged his shoulders in uncertainty. "I know this probably sounds funny, but just the little things. A kiss goodnight, a spontaneous hug and her sweet voice saying 'I love you' several times each day, and seeing the joy on her face when I succeeded at something. That's what I miss most." His voice cracked as he struggled to fight back emotional tears that threatened to spill.
On impulse Heather straddled his lap facing him. As she sat on his unfeeling legs her arms tightly hugged him and her soft lips kissed his forehead. After brief hesitation she kissed him on the top and tip of his nose, and finally her sweet mouth embraced his lips. They kissed several times, their moist lips lightly touching.
"Why are you so nice to me?"
It was Heather's turn to shrug her shoulders in uncertainty. "I like you. You're a nice guy. I think we get along well, especially now that you've stopped trying to get me out of my clothes."
"I'll never stop trying," he confessed in a whisper with a devious smile on his face. "You're a beautiful girl and I'm a guy. I'm supposed to be trying."
"Well, at least you're more respectful in your methods now," she clarified. "You really had me going that first day we met. That was a very slick attempt."
His hands reached up and cupped her soft, warm face. He gazed longingly into her eyes and moved his mouth to hers, renewing their intimate embrace. This time her wet, darting tongue moved into his mouth and the kissing became passionate. Their hot muscles entwined in steamy kissing that warmed them both.
Jeff wasn't sure if he was fantasizing about being with her, or if he actually was. Driven by a need to confirm reality, his right hand left her face and moved to her bare midriff. After lightly caressing her smooth belly his hand moved up beneath the half-top and cupped a soft, bare breast. His penis immediately stirred with excitement and he tenderly squeezed and fondled the warm, supple flesh and erect nipple. He grew larger with each passing moment until his blood-engorged member painfully throbbed inside the confined jeans.
"Tell me this is really happening," he requested.
His question wasn't answered by words. Her fingers loosened the zipper of his pants and guided the hardened member into the open. Her soft, warm fingers wrapped around him and slowly jerked the shaft up and down. He moved his left hand to her other breast, and as she continued touching him he savored the silky softness of her creamy mounds and large pulsating nipples. Their mouths reunited in heated tongue kissing, and tingling warmth ignited in their bodies. The excitement quickly mounted, and barely visible fingers of steam sifted from their hot bodies as the night air turned cool.
"Uh!" he grunted as the semen began to rise. His center was filled with growing sensations of pleasure the closer he got to climax.
Her soft fingers continued to work their magic, gliding up and down his cock and teasingly rubbing on the sensitized head that oozed with a drop of milky seed. The semen moved higher, and as it did powerful delight filled his body. He stiffened and grunted aloud as he ejaculated a stream of white liquid. It momentarily shot into the air until gravity slowed its ascent and pulled it back towards earth. It arced across his lap and landed in the grass beside the wheel of his chair. Twice more he grunted as her fingers continued stroking him. Several drops landed on his pant leg as the remainder ran down her fingers.
Jeff kept his eyes shut, too afraid to open them. Would he find himself in bed with his own hands curled around his softening penis, or would she really be there with him? Sometimes he wanted a woman so badly his mind had difficulty separating fantasy from reality, because his overactive imagination blurred the line at times.
"Please tell me this is real," he pleaded with her, hoping beyond hope that he wouldn't hear the echo of his words off the white walls of his private and lonely room.
* * * * *
"You look tired," Christy noticed the next afternoon as they met at the car for the drive to the nursing home. "Up late writing the mid-semester report?"
Heather got in and closed the door. "Nope, that's tonight. Sam promised to help me. Last night I borrowed my mom's car and went for a drive."
"A drive?" Christy challenged. "You? Where to?"
"I drove over and visited with Jeff," she admitted. "For the first time I've started to realize that life isn't all about me. It's about the people whose lives I touch."
Christy rolled her eyes. "You should listen to yourself. You don't really buy into all that touchy-feely crap they unload on us at school, do you? I mean I thought this volunteer gig was about getting out of school early, but you're really getting into it, aren't you?"
"Aren't you?" Heather said defensively. "Don't you have any compassion?"
"Of course I have compassion," Christy replied. "I'm worried about you, aren't I?"
"For self-serving reasons, I suspect."
That was the end of their conversation. Heather glanced over at Christy several times during the ride to Sunnypoint and shook her head in disbelief. Why was her friend so repulsed by those who were less fortunate? It seemed to Heather that Christy was jealous of her new relationships, but at the same time Christy made no effort at all to form new ones of her own. It just didn't make sense to the confused teen that was beginning to learn about the value of friendship and sacrifice.
"I take it you won't be needing a ride home?" Christy asked as she parked the car and they got out.
"No, but thanks anyway," Heather said in a cheerful voice as she tried to iron the wrinkles their fray had created.
"Good, I'm tired of hauling your ass around!" It was apparent Christy was still upset.
When they arrived Heather saw Jeff through the plate glass window beside the door. She smiled and waved at him, and he waved back. Christy witnessed the exchange and frowned unappreciatively.
"I bet he's a real fan of yours now," Christy commented. "What exactly happened last night, anyway? Judging by the smile on his face, you gave him more than a kiss."
"It's not like you think."
"Oh, screw you, Heather!"
The next hour was a quiet one after Christy blew Heather off. Heather didn't particularly care, and happily visited the residents she'd befriended over the past two months. Jeff trailed them and attempted conversation with Heather, but with the exception of a brief exchange once in a while she was busy with the others. He finally grew frustrated and left them to their chores.
Her face lit up when Sam arrived. He encountered them in the hallway and greeted both girls warmly. "How are my sweet angels doing today?"
"You may be his angel, but I'm not," Christy muttered under her breath. The remark inspired Heather to reach over and sharply pinch Christy's left forearm, which was not warmly received.
When he closed the distance between them Sam gave Heather a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. When he tried the same with Christy she stepped back. He offered his extended hand instead, and she briefly shook it.
"You're both look incredibly beautiful, as usual," he complimented their appearance.
Christy was dressed in the usual denim jeans and T-shirt, but Heather looked dazzling in a short red skirt and short white pullover top with spaghetti straps that left her nicely tanned shoulders and flat midriff exposed. She had nice legs, too; slender and firm. He couldn't help but notice the outline of her unrestrained breasts and nipples underneath. His penis stirred with the beginnings of sexual arousal.
"I'm sure he means you, Heather," Christy replied to his kind remark. "I'll get this cart back to the kitchen and leave you two alone."
When Christy's back was turned and she was a safe distance away she said mockingly "How are my sweet angels? You both look incredibly beautiful."
"He's fifty if he's a day, what the hell is she thinking?" Christy whispered to herself in utter disbelief. "He is cute, and athletic, I'll give him that. But come on, Heather, who are you trying to kid? You're eighteen, not forty!"
"Your friend seems a little irritated with me," Sam suspected.
"No, it's not you," Heather reassured him as she reached her right hand out and gently squeezed his left. "We had an argument on our way over here and she's still angry with me. I think she's jealous that I'm spending so much time here and so little with her."
"Friends are important," Sam said as he understood Christy's tenuous position. "Maybe she's right. Perhaps you need to find a good balance between them both. Make a date with her and plan something special, something you can both look forward to. I'm sure she'd appreciate the gesture."
"Wow, that's a great idea," Heather declared excitedly. "Thanks so much."
Sam smiled warmly, took both of her soft hands into his, and looked into her adorable hazel eyes. "You really do look gorgeous. I just wanted you to know that."
Heather blushed as she felt like he was sweeping her off her feet. She leaned forward and lightly kissed his lips. "I'll meet you in Jeff's room. I need to straighten things out with Christy before she leaves,"
"You do that," he encouraged her.
Heather walked in the direction of the kitchen and caught Christy in the adjacent corridor. Christy brushed past Heather without saying a word. Evidently their relationship suffered worse damage than she'd thought. Heather refused to be ignored and she grabbed her friend's arm and spun her around.
"I'm sorry, Christy," she apologized. "I can understand why you're upset. Let's have a girl's night out tomorrow. We can check out that new Tom Cruise movie."
"My Tom Cruise fantasy is shattered, no thanks to Katie Holmes," Christy complained. She still harbored resentment for how Heather had been treating her, but it did help that she apologized and wanted to go out together.
Christy slowly released her feelings of anger and heavily sighed as the tension eased. The very edges of her lips formed the tiniest of smiles, but the gesture was immediately seized by Heather, who gave her frustrated friend a big hug.
"You know I love you," Heather reassured her best friend in the whole world. "Come on, let's go out tomorrow night and do something, anything."
"If I say yes, you better give me all the juicy details about your date tonight with Sam," Christy bargained.
"It's not a date, he's just helping me write the report ," Heather clarified.
"What, do I look like a complete idiot?" she asked in rhetoric. "You're all dressed up and showing off the whole package. You didn't do that for homework. I see the way you two look at each other. It's sickening to watch."
Heather smiled and asked in a teasing voice "Do I detect a little bit of jealousy?"
"Maybe; it depends what happens tonight. I've got a sneaking suspicion he may not be as quite a gentleman in private as he is in public."
Heather looked perplexed. "What are you saying?"
"Beware the wolf in sheep's clothing, unless you want to be eaten!"
"Huh!" Heather gasped aloud in surprise. She playfully punched her friend on the arm and replied "You've got a dirty mind, Christy O'Connor."
"And you, Heather Porter, are either ridiculously naïve or a big liar. Call me tomorrow and we'll figure something out. With any luck you'll have something juicy to tell me. I'm in the mood for another loss of innocence story, one that isn't mine for a change."
Heather stuck her tongue out and wagged it childishly, which elicited a giggle from her friend. Things were back to normal again.
* * * * *
"No, I insist," Sam said after they left Sunnypoint in his Mercedes-Benz coupe. "How about that new Italian restaurant that opened up just across the bridge?"
"Monty's?" she asked in surprise. "It's almost impossible to get in and I hear it's terribly expensive."
"Let's give it a try and see what happens," he said with a smile. It was already arranged. The manager was a friend and a client, and promised him everything would be ready.
Sam reached his right hand over and placed it on her left upper thigh. Her skin felt silky soft and warm beneath his fingertips. Heather softly sighed, relaxed, and leaned back in the soft leather bucket seat. She felt like a million dollars in his company and she enjoyed the feeling of being pampered. That's something a guy her age could never provide.
As his fingers moved from the top of her leg to between them, she trembled with nervous excitement as tingling warmed her lower belly. He remained a gentleman for the duration of the ride to Monty's, never once creeping any higher than the bottom edge of her skirt. But his touching had been arousing, and it left her with a dull ache in the pit of her stomach. As they crossed the bridge, they were stopped by a traffic light on the other side within view of the restaurant. The lot was jammed and her heart sank in disappointment.
"Maybe we should try someplace else," she suggested.
"Don't be so quick to give up," he responded in a hopeful voice.
He couldn't avoid the temptation any longer. He leaned over toward her, wanting a kiss, but he didn't just take one. She hesitantly leaned toward him in offering, and their mouths met for the first time in a genuinely passionate embrace. He adored her soft full lips and the scent of her perfume. His penis stirred, awakened from its slumber. One gentle kiss became two, and then a series of sweet meetings evolved. The excitement increased with each one. Heather's pulse and breathing quickened as her lower belly grew increasingly warm. Her body became more aware of the caressing fingers on her inner thigh, and she shuddered excitedly. She felt a need to pee, but didn't know why.
The very tip of Sam's tongue extended and touched her lips. She felt it, and her mouth opened for him. His tongue pushed inside of her incredible mouth, and her own tongue entwined with his. They shared the erotic kiss for just a few seconds before the roar of an accelerating engine in front of them indicated a change of the traffic light had occurred. He reluctantly pulled away and drove the car the remaining one hundred feet to the parking lot entrance.
"I think I saw a spot towards the back," she commented as she tried to help look for a parking slot.
"A woman of your caliber deserves to be spoiled," he replied with a grin on his face.
He drove up to the entrance where she was helped from his car by a well dressed valet. Once she was joined by Sam, the car was removed and parked. Sam hooked his right arm, and she threaded her left through it. The double set of main entry doors were opened for them. Again, Heather's heart sank as she saw the line of patrons waiting to be seated. When the maitre d' spotted them, he gestured for the couple to step forward. All eyes were on them as they moved ahead and were seated without delay.
"What was that about?" Heather inquired after they settled in at the table.
"They heard a very special young lady was coming," he lied as he reached across the table and took her soft hands into his. "One that is gentle, caring, gracious, and stunningly gorgeous."
Heather felt her face getting warm as she blushed in embarrassment.
"I meant every word I said," Sam insisted. "You are an incredible young woman. To make the sacrifices you do to help those in need is really amazing in this day and age. I admire you for it, Heather. And this is my way of thanking you."
Tears rimmed her sparkling hazel eyes and she lowered her gaze. She'd never been with anyone so complimentary, and it was embarrassing for her. She picked up a napkin and dabbed the tears before they spilled. A single drop ran down her right cheek, and he reached a hand out, interrupted its course, and wiped it away. Her eyes closed and she pressed her cheek against his palm. He lightly caressed the silky soft, unblemished skin until her head lifted away.
"Thank you, Sam."
She took a deep breath, picked up the menu, and glanced at the selections. She couldn't make heads or tails of it. She'd taken two semesters of French, which was just her luck.
"May I order for you?" Sam politely asked.
Heather wasn't eager to make a fool out of herself in public so she graciously deferred. "Please."
When the waiter arrived Sam rattled off unfamiliar words while she sat, smiled, and pretended to feel at ease. After the waiter left she glanced around and noticed the woman from the boutique. Their eyes met and the girls waved to one another. It seemed odd to Heather that Rebecca was only a year older, but she already seemed to have her life on track.
"I hope you like Tortellini in Alfredo sauce," he commented. "Trust me, it's delicious. So tell me, what are your future plans? I think you should at least consider nursing. You're a natural caregiver."
She shrugged her shoulders. "My parents have been getting onto me about applying to different colleges, but I just don't know. I'll probably take a few classes at the community college until I get it figured out."
"Keep nursing in mind; there's a shortage for one very good reason. It takes a special type of person to be successful in such an emotionally demanding career. I can see that in you."
The waiter returned with a bottle of wine, removed the cork, and offered it to him. Sam approved, and the waiter poured them a glass before retreating. Heather was impressed. She'd never been to an upscale restaurant and her entire body tingled with excitement.
"This place is so elegant," she announced as she surveyed her surroundings. "Look to your left. I think he's proposing."
They both watched as a man bowed down on one knee beside a table in front of Rebecca. He was considerably older than her, which Heather found reassuring. They couldn't overhear the words, but the excitement in her eyes was obvious to everyone. She nodded yes and watched as he slid the ring onto her finger. Tears of happiness rolled down Rebecca's face. The couple hugged and kissed. Sam signaled to the waiter and ordered them a bottle of champagne. Heather was touched by his thoughtfulness and she was nearly moved to tears herself.
"Dinner and a show," he joked. "I'll bet you weren't expecting that."
"Not in a million years."
After the champagne arrived and Sam was identified by the waiter, Rebecca and her new fiancée lifted their champagne glasses in thanks. Sam and Heather lifted theirs, and Sam announced loud enough to be heard "To a long and fruitful marriage."
Dinner was delicious, but that was nothing compared to the way they'd been whisked inside like VIPs and treated like royalty. It was the best night of her young life. She felt so incredibly special when she was with Sam, and her enthusiasm showed in everything she did and said.
Sam noticed the other patrons as they got up and left. They were all staring at his lovely companion.
"You're being noticed," he whispered.
Heather realized he was right. All eyes were on her, and she couldn't help but smile. If she knew what they were thinking, and the various positions they had her in while doing it, she wouldn't be as apt to smile. But she remained innocent of the truth and joyously happy as she held Sam's hand and was led to the front door.
"Do you need to powder your nose before we leave?" he asked.
"That'd be great, thanks," she decided.
Heather encountered Rebecca inside. "Congratulations!"
The two women hugged and Rebecca excitedly showed off her diamond engagement ring.
"Thanks so much. It was quite a surprise. One minute he's telling me we have to wait, and the next...well, you were there."
"That's great. You look so happy together. Have you set a date?"
"No, it's going to be a while," Rebecca answered. Heather heard the disappointment in her voice. "So what's your story? Who's that handsome man you're sitting with?"
"I met him where I volunteer at; he's the father of a patient."
"He's a hunk," Rebecca confirmed. "Older men know what they're doing and where their lives are headed. They're stable, gentle, loving, and honest. Don't let the age difference make you miss out on a great opportunity. Just look at some of the examples Hollywood sets for us."
Rebecca waved goodbye and left. Heather looked at herself in the mirror, more self-confident, relaxed, and beautiful than ever. She thought about Sam and felt all the same things that Rebecca spoke of. She was smart enough to know they'd probably never marry, but she could still be with him for as long as their lives shared the same track.
"How about a drive up the mountain and a look at the city lights?" he asked.
"That sounds so good right now," she eagerly consented. "It's a gorgeous evening. We'll be just in time to watch the sunset."
As they ascended on a twisting, curving SH 467, Sam slowed up the car as they passed by a battered red VW bug and a police cruiser. Heather could hear the driver protesting his arrest. "I just bought the car. The drugs must have been left in there by somebody else, I swear."
"Tell it to the judge. What year is your bug?"
"It's an '83."
"An '83? You are on drugs, boy. Come on, hands behind your back. I'm sure you know the routine. You have the right to..."
"Another life wasted on drugs," Sam commented once they were past the scene. "It's sad how prolific their use has become."
"Yeah, but I see it all the time at school. I never had the urge myself," Heather revealed. "Wow, it's so scenic if you can turn your head and look."
"I can see in the rearview mirror. But the most scenic view's beside me."
Heather smiled and blushed again. He had a way of doing that to her. She wasn't used to being with such a complimentary person, but she'd be lying to herself if she said she didn't like it. He was an amazing man, she decided. When his right hand reached over and was placed on her upper left thigh she sighed and leaned back. This time her legs shifted apart. She recalled Christy's description of her first time with Mike and Todd, and decided this was going to be so much better. Heather surprised herself by the way she was thinking. She was already mentally placing herself in bed with Sam. Was she really so ready?
"It's been years since I've been with such a special lady. Thanks for accepting my dinner invitation, Heather," he told her.
"Yeah, that reminds me, I thought we were supposed to be working on my report," she suddenly remembered. How her primary goal had gotten pushed to the side she wasn't quite sure. Unless it wasn't the goal at all, but just an excuse, as Christy had suspected.
"We'll get to it in the morning."
Heather looked out the passenger side window frame. Her lips curled into a smile, which continued to grow as she began to understand the significance of his statement. She was absolutely beaming with happiness, and she surged with excitement. She lifted the fingers of her right hand to her mouth and nervously nibbled on the tips. She couldn't believe it. Things were moving so fast she couldn't catch her breath. And then she felt him make his move.
His warm palm and fingers moved to her inner thigh and inched upwards. This time they pushed the bottom edge of her short skirt up, and caressed her thigh all the way up to the edge of her panties. Heather heard her own voice groaning as her young body shuddered in delight. The tingling warmth in her loins returned and intensified as she became sexually aroused. The urge to pee returned as well. She savored the sensations his teasing touching created, and felt her nipples swell and harden. When she glanced down she observed her unrestrained breasts jiggling beneath the thin top, her swollen nipples pressing against the fabric and forming unmistakable outlines. Sam glanced over and enjoyed the sight as well, smiling as he realized they were both admiring her glorious mounds.
"You're gorgeous," he reassured her.
"I'm very nervous," she confessed. "I've never been with a man."
"It's okay, really. I promise I won't bite. You can touch me, too," he said invitingly.
Heather glanced down at his crotch. She saw a slight bulge, and was curious what he felt like. Her left hand tentatively reached over and was placed on his right upper thigh. She replicated his touching and rubbed her palm and fingers on his upper inner thigh at the very edge of his crotch. She could feel the warmth of his flesh through the slacks. Her pinky finger reached over and hesitantly pressed against his bulge. She flinched and giggled as she felt it throbbing with every beat of his heart.
She placed her right hand on the center of her chest. "My heart is pounding."
"Don't blame yourself, I have that effect on women," he quipped.
Heather smiled at him and wondered how it came to this; a romantic drive on a beautiful Friday evening after an elegant dinner. It was more than she could have ever hoped.
Their hands pulled away from one another as he pulled the car over to a small overlook and killed the engine. Half the sun was already below the horizon, and the remaining portion was fiery red. It cast a reddish glow on scattered cirrus clouds. It was a breath-taking sight. It was amazing to Heather to think that the sun raised and set twice a day, but she never took the time to watch and enjoy it. That would have to change.
"Do you come here often?" she queried.
"No, sadly," he confessed. "It seems I'm gone quite a bit, and when I'm here I don't take the time. I'm really glad we came tonight."
"Me too," she agreed.
"Are you brave enough to crawl across the console and sit in my lap?" he asked with a sly grin on his handsome, slightly wrinkled face.
"Is that a dare?" she inquired jokingly.
He shook his head from side to side. "No...it's a double dare."
"A double dare, that's big," she decided. "You're on, buster."
Heather placed her hands on the front edge of the leather-covered seat and elevated her body like a limber gymnast on the parallel bars. She gracefully moved herself over the console, rotated her legs towards the passenger seat, and collapsed onto his upper thighs.
"Well executed!" he exclaimed, genuinely impressed and jealous of her youthful exuberance. In an excited whisper, pretending to be holding a microphone, he whispered "The Russian judge has just given her a 10."
"That's right, I nailed it!" she said, bowing to the pretend audience. "Six years of my life was spent in training. I started at seven and retired at thirteen. I never made it past the regionals."
His arms embraced her tightly and he softly whispered "I love you." The moment it left his mouth he regretted it. Not because he didn't have those feelings for her, but rather because he didn't want to confuse his sweet angel. He knew they had no realistic future, as much as he fantasized about it. He was certain Jeff would be uncomfortable calling her "Mom". Sam suspected his son had sexual fantasies about Heather also.
"What?" she asked, surprised by the admission and seeking confirmation.
"Nothing," he replied, hoping she hadn't heard.
Heather about moved off his lap as she thumped an extended index finger firmly into his chest several times. "Oh, no. You're not getting off that easy. You're not allowed to use the 'L' word and retract it. A girl needs to hear it."
"Hear this."
He tilted her head and he kissed her sweet lips. The tip of his tongue teased her mouth, coaxing her to open it. Once open, his muscle threaded into her mouth and to the back of her throat. The action reanimated her tongue, which desperately entwined with his. The kiss sent shudders of excitement through their bodies.
His hands caressed her smooth, flat midriff and slowly inched upward. When his fingers reached the bottom edge of her thin half-top, they moved underneath and towards her breasts. Heather nervously giggled into his mouth as her young, innocent body quivered with anticipation. She decided that she was indeed ready for womanhood, and welcomed the transition.
A moment later his hands cupped her naturally firm swells. Heather's back arched and thrust them fully into his hands. Sam fondled the silky soft mounds and rubbed his index finger on the swollen nipples. She curled up against his chest and enjoyed the deep, gentle tongue kissing and petting. After a few minutes she felt his fully erect penis throbbing against her right thigh. Her fingers teasingly rubbed on the tip through his slacks and felt an expanding circle of wetness soaking through and smearing on the pads of her fingers.
While Sam's left hand continued squeezing on her luscious left mound, his right reached down between her slender, athletic legs and teasingly caressed an inner thigh. Her legs shifted further apart in silent invitation, one that was readily but not immediately accepted. He lightly ran his fingertips up and down the inner thighs, arousing his young companion. Only after he felt her gorgeous form writhing uncontrollably in desire did his hand move up beneath the skirt and embrace her crotch.
Her mouth pulled away from his as she stiffened and emitted a series of loud moans. Heather was stunned by the intense tingling pleasure created by the pressure of his hand on her juicy, hot pussy through the moist panty crotch. Her body excitedly squirted essence, lubricating her untouched virgin flesh in anticipation of being penetrated. She was overwhelmed with desire and wanted him at that very moment.
She looked into his eyes and whispered "I dare you to love me, right here, right now."
He glanced at the horizon. The sun had disappeared but the clouds continued to emanate a blood red color. Darkness was descending but there was still enough light to see. The lookout offered no seclusion whatsoever and a car passing by at the wrong moment wouldn't leave much to the imagination.
"Wouldn't you prefer your first time to be in a large, comfortable bed?" he offered a more gracious alternative.
"I double dare you," she replied, making her desire quite clear.
Heather didn't wait for an answer. She changed positions, getting up and kneeling with her knees on either side of him, straddling his lap face to face. He admired her heaving breasts, watching as they rose and fell beneath the thin fabric. The half-top formed around the swells, and even though it covered them, he saw their size and shape. Heather saw him admiring her chest and tingled with excitement. She loved the way he adored her. She teasingly inched the top up; at first revealing the round lower lobes of flesh, then the pink nipples, and finally the perky, upright mounds in their entirety.
"A truly inspiring sight," he complimented her.
Sam's hands reached out and touched the supple skin. He leaned forward and planted moist kisses on a swell before taking a nipple between his lips. He enjoyed the way the rubbery nub enthusiastically pulsated in his mouth. After stimulating one breast, his lips and tongue attended to the other. Heather groaned, appreciative of his loving attention.
Eager for more, her hands reached down and loosened his pants. The long, soft fingers of both hands reached inside and guided his erection into the evening air. They wrapped around the hard, rippled shaft and stroked his full length. His stomach tightened as tingling pleasure developed in his center. His right hand reached down between her legs, underneath the skirt, and cupped her crotch. Heather shuddered and groaned as his fingers pressed against the juicy folds. His fingers moved the moist crotch of her panties aside, revealing her bare flesh.
Heather shifted, moving her pussy toward his penis. Her fingers supported and guided the shaft into position. She flinched as the round head moved between the outer folds and entered the juicy, hot slit. It traveled up and down the length of the velvet-smooth valley, her thick essence coating the bulbous purplish-pink tip. Her crotch shifted as she held his cock steady. Once she felt the throbbing head at the entrance to her canal, her fingers withdrew from him and wrapped around his neck.
"Love me," she whispered in a confident tone.
He kissed her sweet lips, initially with mouths closed, but after a brief series of butterfly-soft meetings their mouths opened and hot tongues entwined. His swollen head pulsated against the tiny opening for several moments. Her essence continued leaking from her belly, ready to be taken for the first time. Sam wasn't quite sure why he hesitated, and didn't know if it was for her benefit or his. He briefly thought of his first time many years ago, in a situation incredibly similar. Then he moved his arms beneath hers and placed his hands on her shoulders from behind, assuming a position of control that would give him the leverage he needed to pull her down and hold her tightly for his initial penetration.
Heather's lithe, supple form tensed as she felt his arms and broad shoulders tense against her body. He gently pulled down on her as his hips slowly moved upwards. She softly groaned into his mouth as their flicking tongues entwined in passionate kissing. Her voice whimpered as sharp, stinging pain filled her flesh. The tiny opening was slowly being stretched as the round tip began to penetrate. She felt the walls reluctantly yielding to his throbbing mass and forming tightly around the tip of his spear. Her opening was wet and well lubricated, yet still the pain was evident. Finally, as the stinging increased to the point where Heather was on the verge of reconsidering the wisdom of her actions, the smooth head popped inside and the discomfort subsided as the walls narrowed at the base of his tip. Again he pulled down on her shoulders as his hips tenderly pushed upwards, and the last bastion of her innocence was torn away as his penis continued its ascent into her gorgeous form.
"Uhn!" she protested as a sharp jolt of pain accompanied the forceful removal of her cherry. Tears rimmed her eyes as she mentally bid farewell to her innocence and nervously embraced the next phase of her life.
Their hard, heavy kissing continued unabated as he slowly worked his steel-hard penis ever deeper inside her canal. The stinging pain continued but was less pronounced as he pushed and moved back and forth inside of her lower belly. At first just the very tip was in Heather, and after moving it around and loosening up that much of her canal, it thrust deeper and forced the tight walls apart. When she was able to comfortably take a third of his size, he fed more of his length into the juicy, hot canal. Again there was pain as her walls were forced apart, but it was combined with the most intense and wondrous sensations of pleasure she could have ever imagined.
Halfway inside, he eased in and out of her delightfully snug pussy and loved her for several moments without venturing further. When her body shuddered in pleasure, he pulled down on her shoulders and penetrated even deeper. Her voice softly cried into his mouth from the pain, but it was also accompanied by soft moans of delight.
He moved in her for several minutes and loved her as gently as he could. Slowly, inch by inch, he ventured deeper, and finally her tight, awakened pussy embraced his full size. Heather was amazed that she was able to take all of him inside, but it felt so wonderful when she did. She felt the moving mass filling the aching void between her legs, a void she'd been eager to fill for so long.
Her seeping canal bathed his hard penis in slippery essence, and slowly her tight walls that screamed in pain now greeted his movements with waves of intense delight. Her entire body twitched and shuddered atop his lap as their kissing continued. When finally she seemed to have lost her breath, Heather leaned back against the steering wheel and gulped in mouths full of fresh air.
"Your body feels so fantastic," he whispered as his mouth moved to a breast and teasingly nibbled on a swollen pink nub.
"Love me harder," she requested in a breathless whisper as she looked down at the top of his head. "I'm ready for it now."
He looked up and adored her beautiful, sweet face framed in dark red from the receding sun. It was one of the loveliest sights he'd ever seen, and knew that he didn't deserve to enjoy such beauty. It was such an amazing sight that his heart ached, because he loved and admired her so much yet suspected he could never have her for himself, not for forever. And it would be selfish to hope that he would. But she was his now, and he would show her the best way he could how special she was to him.
He removed his hands from her shoulders and grasped each side of her slender waist. He lifted up and moved out of her canal until only the round tip remained inside. This time he pushed harder, and swiftly refilled her canal. Heather groaned and shuddered as she felt his full mass thrusting into her, penetrating so deeply until all of him was embraced by her juicy flesh.
The tingling sensations of delight his penis created in her body were wondrous. She pivoted at the knees and rocked her body up and down as her curved hips moved in a jerky circular motion that slowly grew into a steady rhythmic pace that matched his upward movements. Her eyes closed as the pleasure intensified. She concentrated on the wonderful sensations that centered in her lower belly and radiated outwards.
They made love the way she was finally ready for; hard and fast. He struggled to extend his penis as deeply inside of her as humanly possible, stretching the casing of skin until it almost hurt. Her body rocked up and down, twitching in spasms of delight as he filled her void. The excitement and desire rapidly mounted. Her breathless moans grew faster and louder, announcing her impending orgasm.
Aroused by her moans, Sam loved her harder still, eager to bring her the pleasure of sexual release. Her tight canal yielded to the movements of his thrusting penis, wrapped tightly around the hardened shaft, and pulsated against it. Their combined stimulation of one another increased the passion and quickly had them both on the verge of climax.
Sam successfully resisted the rising of his semen, at least long enough for Heather to climax first. He wanted her first time with a man to be memorable and pleasurable, because he knew that the memory of being with him would remain with her for a lifetime. In a way, he recognized that he would forever be a part of her life.
"Oh! Ah!" her sweet voice exclaimed as her body momentarily tensed, then erupted in uncontrollable spasms of sheer ecstasy.
Her half-dressed nubile form jerked and twitched in powerful spasms of tingling delight. Her quavering voice grunted and groaned into the cool evening air as the last blood-red light faded into darkness behind her. Tiny droplets of perspiration formed on her brow and body, and her silky soft skin shimmered in the rapidly dwindling light. The sound of an approaching vehicle climbing the mountain escaped Heather's detection, but Sam quickly picked up on the possible threat to their privacy. Luckily it was moving quickly, and passed them with little regard for their surreptitious activities.
Her orgasm lasted for several seconds, during which time her pussy discharged its creamy essence. Her fluttering canal tightened around his moving penis, milking the seed from his balls. Seeing her in the throes of climax, Sam no longer delayed his own release. This time he embraced the delightful sensation of his rising semen as he plunged upwards into her hot pussy. He was fully wet with their combined juices as he savored the feeling of his ascending seed. The tip of his cock grew more sensitive, and his length swelled even larger in the final moments before climax.
Heather collapsed against the steering wheel, breathless and fatigued from the intense orgasm that had embraced and exhausted her perspiring form. Sam was close himself, and he pumped upwards into her canal and ventured as deeply inside as he could manage to reach. When the semen completed its gravity-defying journey he grunted aloud and ejaculated a stream of hot, milky cum into her womb. He slid out and thrust several more times, each time releasing another, smaller, squirt of seed. When his balls had dispensed their full load, his orgasm dissipated.
He remained inside of her body as they gazed deeply into one another's eyes. He loved the warmth and excitement in those adorable hazel orbs.
"I know you love me," Heather whispered. "I heard you say it. Why didn't you want to repeat the declaration when I asked about it?"
"I do love you," Sam assured her. "I just... I don't want to confuse you, that's all, Heather."
"I love you," she admitted. "I have for a while. I love Jeff, too, but in a different way."
Emotional tears of happiness moistened her eyes. She wiped them away and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a big hug. He hugged her back, even as his softening cock still filled her center.
"Take me home and love me again," she whispered. "Teach me how to love you the way you want to be loved."
During the ride to his home Heather could barely contain her happiness and enthusiastic excitement for life. Her face beamed with the joy that filled her heart. Their acknowledged love for one another was a blessing and made her feel like the luckiest young woman alive. She was determined to love him like no other.