Being A Jerk For Halloween
by Lubrican
Chapter : 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | Epilogue
Chapter Three
I've never been in a tornado or hurricane. I've seen film of
reporters standing in the approach of a hurricane, with everything
behind them blowing horizontally, and them hardly able to stand
up. It looks like a confusing, wild and scary environment to be
in. At the same time you wish you could be there too.
There's something visceral about battling nature and surviving.
But I'm also sure that, once the tornado or hurricane was actually
there in full force, all you'd be doing was trying to survive.
All the attention you could manage to bring to bear would be focused on
just making it through another ten seconds.
What happened in bed with Robbie that night was a lot like that.
Like the rising wind of a hurricane, we started with little kisses that
rapidly swelled into long, spit-swapping, tongue-sucking, trying to eat
each other's mouth kind of kisses, while we rubbed our bodies against
each other with the same force and vigor that the car wash guy applies
his chamois to Dad's car after a wash. I wanted to touch
every square inch of her body with every square inch of mine.
I do not remember pushing the underwear I wore as pajamas down.
I'm pretty sure I'm not the one who took her panties off either.
And I don't remember getting on top of her. We were just writhing
around while we kissed, until suddenly my prick was surrounded by the
same incredible heat her breasts had burned me with when she first
pressed them against me. As that heat climbed all the way to the
base of my prick she sobbed into my mouth and almost crushed me with
her arms.
And then there was all this thrashing, and everything felt so
incredibly good, and she was chanting "Oh Bobby" in my ear and her legs
were around me, squeezing, and I was having the mother of all
orgasms. I remember being surprised it was happening, and
thinking, just for a few seconds, that what my hand had brought me in
the past were the mere ghosts of orgasms, pale shades that only
suggested what an orgasm could feel like.
And then we were both gasping and sobbing and holding each other as
that incredible high began to seep out of us and the full impact of
what we had just done came crashing down onto us like the tons of water
a hurricane brings to shore.
"I'm sorry!" I gasped.
One of her hands left my back and I felt her fingers find my lips. She pressed them.
"Shut up," she whispered.
"Are you okay?" I asked, ignoring her and talking past her fingers.
"I'm fine," she said. She took her fingers away.
"Are you sure?" I asked. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had done something really bad.
"I didn't think it would be like that," she panted.
"I didn't mean to -"
She must have been waiting for me to say something like that, because her fingers were right there at my lips again.
"Shut up, Bobby," she said, and then "Let go of me."
My arms sprang apart and she rolled. Somehow the covers had ended
up on the floor. She bounced out of bed and started looking
around on the floor. She picked up the blanket, shook it and then
tossed it on my legs. She did the same thing with the sheet and
then leaned down. When she came back up, her panties were in her
hand. She didn't put them on. Instead she went to get her T
shirt.
Then she came back to the bed and leaned down to kiss me firmly on the
lips. It was a medium long kiss that communicated clearly that
she liked kissing me. When it was over her lips hovered over mine.
"I love you," she said softly.
And then she was gone, leaving me with silence, dancing shadows, and
the streaks of something amazing still lingering in my body. I
don't know how long I lay there, trying to remember any detail of what
had happened. My mind was full of half remembered smells and
tastes and feels, but try as I might, I couldn't remember everything I
had just done five minutes before.
Have you ever taken little squares of tin foil and molded them around
all four of a cat's paws? It doesn't hurt the cat, but the cat
walks really funny, lifting each foot independently from all the others
and taking really small, jerky steps. It's like nothing is
coordinated any more.
That's what I was like when I got up the next morning. Gramps was
already up. He always got up at the crack of dawn for some
reason. He was drinking coffee and reading yet another book at
the kitchen table.
He glanced up at me.
"You look like hell," he said.
I immediately looked at the bulge in my underwear, thinking there must
be something there that was giving me away. I had worn a pair of
jockey shorts as pajamas since I got out of diapers. It was just
natural to eat breakfast in them before I got dressed. I
looked back at him. He was staring at me with an interested look
on his face.
"I didn't comb my hair," I said, trying to think of something to say.
"Down there?" he asked, and then grinned.
I gave up trying to think of something to say and went for the cereal.
"So, is Robbie still mad at you?" he asked.
"No," I said, thinking of her last words to me the night before.
Then I realized he shouldn't have asked that question, because Robbie
wasn't up yet. Was she? "Is she up?"
"Haven't seen her," said Gramps. He sipped coffee and kept looking at me, like he expected me to say something.
I suddenly wondered what kinds of noises we had made last night.
I had no idea what they were, or how loud they'd been.
But surely ... if he had known what we were doing ... he would have done something.
For lack of anything better to do, I ate. I kept my mouth full so
I couldn't talk. Gramps eventually went back to
reading. As soon as I was done I said I was going over to
John's and left the kitchen. I got dressed and then left the
house, but I didn't go to John's.
That's because it was seven-thirty on a Sunday morning.
There were some woods over behind the grocery store. I had to
cross the railroad tracks to get there, and there was trash of all
kinds scattered all over the place. Some of it was interesting,
but most was just trash. Then, when I got into the woods, there
were trails. I wondered who had made them as I followed one,
which twisted and turned until it came to a clearing. There were
beer cans everywhere and a circle of rocks with the remains of a fire
in them. Again there was all manner of garbage. I started
stepping more carefully when I saw a used condom lying in the
dirt. Behind a log was a pair of what used to be pink cotton
panties.
I left there and just wandered aimlessly, taking a new trail whenever I
came to one. The whole woods couldn't have been bigger than about
five acres, so I knew I couldn't really get lost. I just thought
about stuff.
I tried to remember the details of what we had done, but they were
still lost to me. I could remember the feel of her lips,
and what her hair smelled like. And her skin against mine. I knew
we had fucked and that I had cum in her, but had John or one of the
other guys asked me what it was like I'd have sat there mute. I
knew I was supposed to feel guilty about it, but her last "I love you"
had erased all my fears that I had done something to make her hate me
forever.
I was getting hungry and checked my watch. I couldn't believe it
was eleven-thirty, and that I had been walking around for hours.
On my way back I went into the grocery store and went over to the rack
where they displayed condoms. I didn't actually know I'd be using
any. Maybe I was feeling optimistic. Actually, I have no
idea what I was feeling. I just knew you were supposed to use a
condom, and that we hadn't, and that if it ever happened again I should
be ready.
I'd never bought one before and there was a bewildering number of
different kinds. Plus I had no idea what size I was. I
finally just grabbed a box of Trojans. I'd heard of them before.
I started toward the checkout and stopped. There was only one
register open, and Mary Anne Franklin was ringing out a man who had
bought a pumpkin and a gallon of milk. Mary Ann was my lab
partner in Physics.
I left the store with a doughnut and a pint of chocolate milk.
I'm sure she didn't see me putting the condoms back, because Mary Ann flirted with me when she checked me out.
When I got home Robbie was running the vacuum cleaner. There was
obviously a whirl of cleaning going on and I figured she'd be ticked
off at me for not being there to help her clean up after the
party. Really, though, there hadn't been all that much
party. Some food and drink had been consumed, but the cake was
uncut.
"Bobby!" she yelled when she saw me. She turned the vacuum off. "Mom and Dad are coming home tomorrow!"
"They are?" I could feel my eyebrows going up.
"Dad called while you were gone. Where were you?
Gramps said you went to John's. I told him that was crazy.
You didn't, right?"
She was talking a mile a minute and hyper. Her hands were fluttering at her sides as she talked.
"I went for a walk," I said.
"Oh. Can you help me clean up? I want things to be nice for Mom when she gets here."
"Sure," I said. "What do you want me to do?"
Men, don't just ask a woman what she wants you to do when she's on a
cleaning frenzy. It never ends. She's busy herself, but she
can still think up a hundred things for you to do, most of which don't
make sense, because nobody in the entire world would ever notice there
was dust inside a lamp shade, you know? And that's just one
example.
Anyway, Gramps came through and stood and watched us for a while.
He was chewing something. He didn't say anything, but while I was
cleaning a window he came over and pointed to a spot I'd missed.
He grinned, and a little while later he wandered off to my parents'
bedroom and closed the door. He was probably reading again.
It was two-thirty when I stopped Robbie.
"I came home for lunch," I said. "I've been cleaning ever since."
She looked startled.
"I'm starving," she said.
We started for the kitchen and she said "Where's Gramps?"
"In Mom and Dad's room," I said. "We can cook for ourselves, though."
"That's not what I was thinking about," she said. As soon
as we got into the kitchen proper she pushed me up against the wall and
kissed me, long and hard.
"I'm horny," she said, when she pulled back.
"You're crazy," I said, being completely honest.
"Maybe," she said. "Ravioli?"
"Sure."
I got two cans of Chef Boyardee while she got a bowl to microwave them
in. I opened the cans and then gave them to her. I got two
smaller bowls down and spoons while she watched the food going round
and round through the glass in the door.
She turned around suddenly.
"What are we going to do when Mom and Dad get home?"
I shrugged. "Be happy?"
"About us, you dolt," she said.
The microwave dinged and she took the food out. Then, as if she
hadn't said a freaking word, she dished it out and sat down to eat.
"Robbie ...?" I said.
"Not now. Gramps might hear us."
She acted like she'd been snorting cocaine all day. Gramps must
have asked her if she was all right half a dozen times. Each time
she said she was glad Mom and Dad were coming home. He made a
crack about how that must mean she was eager to see him go back to his
house, but I don't think she heard it. She didn't say anything
anyway.
When she wanted to take down the curtains and wash them I put my foot down. I pulled her outside on the front porch.
"Look," I said. "Mom is probably going to have to spend some time
in bed. They had to operate on her, and she's not going to
inspect the house when she gets home. You know Dad. He's
like me. We could care less about whether the pillows on the couch
match or not. You need to calm down."
"I can't calm down!" she moaned. "All I can think about is how
you made me feel last night. I want to do it again. I
wanted to do it again while I was going back to my room last
night. I wanted to do it again when I woke up. I've wanted
to do it all day long, Bobby! I've turned into a
slut! I'm as bad as Tiffany!"
I put my hands on her shoulders.
"Calm down. Do you want to do it with every guy you can think of?"
She looked shocked. "Of course not! I only want to do it with you!"
"Then you're not as bad as Tiffany," I said.
She didn't think that was funny at all.
"Don't you get it?" she rasped. "I'm not supposed to feel this
way, Bobby! It isn't right for us to do that. Nobody in the
whole world would say it was okay. And I know we can't do it
again. But I want to! Bobby, this is going to drive
me insane!"
"It's not going to drive you insane," I said. "There are people
all over the world who don't have sex, and it doesn't drive them
insane."
"Yeah, but they probably don't know what they're missing," she said.
I admit that made me feel good, but I was trying to talk her down so she wouldn't have a conniption fit.
"Look, to be perfectly honest about it, things happened so fast last
night that I don't remember a lot of it." She looked insulted,
but I went on. "It was wonderful. The point is that if you
try not to think about it, maybe the memory of it will fade a little
bit and it won't be so bad."
"That's insane," she said. "I'll never forget a single second of last night."
I admit that made me feel really good. It also made me even more
frustrated that I couldn't bring up all those obviously delicious
memories.
"OK," I said. "It's November. In about six months we'll
graduate. We'll get summer jobs. You've already got your
acceptance letter for college. I haven't got mine yet, but it's a
different school anyway. We just have to get through six months
and summer and then you won't have to see me."
She punched me in the arm! Hard!
"That's the second time you've said that," she said, her voice
low. "It was the first time that made me realize that someday I
might never see you again. And that made me feel empty
inside. And that made me let you kiss me and fondle my
breasts! You're not helping, Bobby. Just shut up, okay?"
She did calm down after that. Gramps was busy finding all his
stuff and washing it and packing his suitcase and all that.
Robbie was finally happy with the way the house looked. Either that or
it was no longer distracting her to clean, one of the two. Dad
called again and we both got to talk to him. He said Mom had a
long haul ahead of her, and that he'd need our help. We both promised
to do whatever was needed.
Gramps said he was taking us out to eat that night. He said we
had to get dressed up. He said "And I mean fancy, the best you've
got." He took us to a posh restaurant in Twin Pines, where
the guy who seated us was wearing a tuxedo.
Robbie had taken Gramps seriously. She was wearing a black dress,
and a string of Mom's pearls. Her hair was up on top of her head
and her neck looked too long somehow. She had on earrings and
makeup. The dress didn't really show much skin, but it clung to
her body and made me want to just sit down and drool while I looked at
her.
Gramps had on slacks and a white shirt with one of my dad's ties
on. He was also wearing one of Dad's sports coats. It was a
little tight, but it looked odd on an old man with silver in his beard
and a pony tail held back with a tooled leather circle.
Gramps had threatened to get an earring for years, but hadn't done it
yet. As I looked at him I realized he'd look pretty cool with
something in his ear.
But most of the time I stared at Robbie. I wasn't the only one staring.
Gramps had warned me to seat her, but a waiter beat me to it. She
smiled at him and I felt a spark of jealousy in my chest.
"This is nice," said Robbie, looking around. She didn't have a
clue what she was doing to me and half the men in the place.
"They have octopus to die for," said Gramps.
"Ewww," said Robbie. She even looked good doing that.
When Gramps ordered a porterhouse steak, I did the same thing.
Robbie decided on Calabrian Stuffed Eggplant, which I had never heard
of. She liked it when it came, though.
Dinner was amazing. Gramps ordered a bottle of wine and they
brought three glasses without being asked. Gramps tasted it, and
nodded. The waiter poured, and acted like it was perfectly fine
to serve us. To be honest, if I hadn't known Robbie was only
seventeen, I'd have thought she was in her low twenties.
Gramps did most of the talking. He told us some stories about
when he'd been in the Army. His description of Hong Kong made me
wish we were there, even though it sounded a little scary too.
And while we were eating the best food I'd ever had, he talked about
food from all over the world.
Then it was back in the car and back home. Robbie sat in the back
by herself. Gramps said he was her chauffeur and I was her body
guard. When we got back home it was dark. Robbie reached
for me and we lingered while Gramps unlocked the door, went in and
turned on lights.
"Just once more before Mom and Dad come home," she whispered.
My resolve to help her resist had evaporated long ago.
"I'll come to your room when he's asleep," I said.
"No! I can't do that in the same bed Tiffany and Larry did it in," she said. "I'll come to you."
"Okay," I said. I was almost panting already.
Both of us said we were tired, and were going to bed.
"I'm not surprised," said Gramps. He gave us a quick smile and hugged us both. "Big day tomorrow."
This time I took my underwear off. As I lay there I thought about
those condoms I had chickened out buying because my lab partner in
Physics would know about it. I decided that Robbie knew the deal,
and if she was willing to chance it, then it must be safe.
It seemed like it took her forever to get there. She was wearing
a T shirt again, but when she took it off this time I could see the
darkness between her legs that was her pubic hair. She was
actually trembling when she got into bed and hugged me.
"I can't believe how this makes me feel," she panted. "I already
feel like I'm going to explode." I kissed her, but she pushed me
away. "You have to be more quiet tonight."
"Me?" I asked. I didn't remember making any noise. Of course I didn't remember a lot of what had happened.
"You sounded like an elephant hunting for his mate," she whispered.
"You're so full of it," I said, running my hand up her naked side.
"I am not. I'm amazed Gramps didn't come charging in here to find out what all the racket was about."
I wasn't going to argue with her when I could be re-discovering what I couldn't remember about last night.
"I'll go slower tonight," I said. "And quieter."
"I'm all for slower," she said. "I want it to last a long time."
In truth, it wasn't like a hurricane the second night. It wasn't
so urgent and crazy and wild. Our kisses were more deliberate,
like we were tasting each other like Gramps tasted that wine, and
pronounced it acceptable.
Her lips were acceptable, and so were mine. When out tongues came
into play this time it was with a lazy, gradual involvement. She
licked my lips and my nose and giggled. Her hand slid down my
body, slowly, but I knew where it was headed. She had liked
rubbing my lump in the haunted house. Now she was eager to feel
it without my jeans covering it. Her fingers were cool, somehow,
and they fluttered all around my cock, making me think of a blind girl
exploring a cock with her fingertips.
"It's big," she sighed.
"Did it hurt you last night?" I asked.
"No. Never. It stretched me, but even that felt wonderful," she
said. She squeezed my prick, and licked my ear lobe. "Tiffany
says they feel good in your mouth."
The first thing I thought of was that I didn't want one in my mouth,
but that was blown away almost instantly by the knowledge of what she
was suggesting.
"You want to find out?" I whispered.
She nodded. "Will you do me too?"
"Oh hell yes," I groaned.
She threw the covers back and her hair tickled its way down my
chest. I sucked my belly in while her hand moved to cup my balls.
Then she sucked the knob.
"Stop!" I gasped within ten seconds.
She pulled off. "What's wrong? Am I doing it wrong?"
"No!" I panted. "You're doing it perfectly. You're doing it too good in fact. I was going to pop."
"Oh," she said. "You went off fast last night too. I thought guys could go longer than that."
I was stung. I'd masturbated for a whole hour one time, bringing
myself close and then slowing down so I wouldn't cum. But jacking
off wasn't nearly as exciting as this.
"I'll go longer, but only if you stop sucking like that."
"Tiffany says some guys taste good," she said.
"Robbie, I am not going to squirt in your mouth," I said. "That's just disgusting."
"Well okay," she said. "But I think it should be the girl who decides."
Instead of arguing with her I let her settle on her back and open her
legs for me. I wished the light was on, because she was
displaying something I had been trying to get a good look at for
years. Not hers, particularly. Any one would have been
fine. But this one was special.
Of course I had no idea what I was doing. I knew vaguely there
was a clitty in there somewhere. Supposedly it was at the top,
where the split began. I started out kissing the hair above her
split, but that wasn't very sexy. Not for me anyway. But
the minute my lips ran into slippery, hot flesh, I knew I had hit the
mother lode. In those first few seconds while my lips and tongue
explored, I knew I was born to eat pussy.
I found her clit, right where it was rumored a clit could be found.
I also found out the trumpeting elephant was female.
I stopped to say "Shhhhh" and her hands slapped on the sides of my head
so hard she almost knocked me out. Once she had a death grip on
my ears, she pulled my face against her pussy. I went back to
work and one of her hands let go. I found out later she used it
to pull my pillow over her face while she finished cumming. She
was cumming the second time before I figured out what that meant.
Finally she pushed my head away. My face was dripping, but I
didn't care. I thought she might find it gross, though, so I
rubbed my face on the sheet a couple of times. I was fired up and
ready to go. I crawled up and there were those titties, with the
nipples Chris had been trying to uncover so he could despoil them.
She liked having her nipples sucked too. By the time I was ready
to stop, I was really glad Chris hadn't gotten to them, because she
liked that a lot.
"Are you ready?" I whispered.
"Oh yes!" she yipped.
"Shhhhh!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" she whispered.
If she hadn't helped, I'd probably still be there trying to find her
entrance. But her hand appeared and daintily grasped my prick,
bringing it unerringly to her opening. I wanted to go in fast,
but I was afraid I'd miss something, so I inched in slowly. There
was resistance, but it was slippery, hot resistance.
"Oh fuck I love this," she gasped, as I bottomed out.
That was when the light over the bed ... the one with the two hundred watt bulbs in it ... went on.
There was an audible wet, sucking pop as my cock pulled out of Robbie's
pussy while I leapt to my knees beside her, facing the door. The
part of my brain that had screamed "Protect her" groaned when it
realized I had put her between me and the danger. The danger, of
course, was Gramps. He was blinking rapidly, just like I was, and
I realized he was just as blind as I was in the sudden light.
Robbie's long, drawn out scream ended just then, and I grabbed for the
blanket to throw over her.
"Don't move!" ordered Gramps in a voice I bet they heard two houses over.
Robbie tried to cover both breasts and her pussy with only two
hands. Gramps moved closer and bent over to look at my cock,
which was fast running out of firm, and beginning to sag down.
"No rubber," he snorted. "You two are idiots."
Something welled up inside me. She was my woman, and it was my
room, and he was the intruder. I knew, on an academic level that
I didn't have a leg to stand on, but I yelled anyway.
"You told us to get along better!"
He snorted again. "And this is what you thought I meant?"
Robbie was sniffling, and I knew her well enough to know she was going
to bawl any second. I reached for the blanket and drew it up over
her. She pulled it over her head and rolled to pull into a ball
with her back toward Gramps.
"Didn't you listen to a word I said?" he asked me, looking sad.
"Yes!" I said, just wanting to refute him. "You said you had to
love a girl and know her for years first. Well I do!"
"That's not what I meant and you know it," he said.
"It just kind of happened," I moaned, knowing I was out of arguments.
"I don't want to hear it," he said. "What disappoints me is that
you risked getting her pregnant. If I hadn't come in here to find
out what all the caterwauling was about it would have been your father
the next time, and he has enough on his plate without finding you two
like this. I said it before, and I'll say it again. You two
were being idiots, and I know both of you are smarter than this."
"I'm sorry," I said.
"You're sorry you got caught," he said.
"I'm sorry I was an idiot," I said. "It was all my fault."
"No it wasn't," said Gramps. "It takes two to tango."
"I made her do it," I said.
"How noble," he sighed. "Don't lie to me, Bobby. You're in
enough hot water as it is. I was a cop, Bobby. You think I
didn't notice that she came to your room? You think I didn't take
the time to see whether she was resisting or not?"
"What do you want?" I yelled.
"I want," he said, "you to be sensible, and intelligent, and do what's best for both of you and your parents."
Then he turned around, left the room, and closed the door firmly behind him.
It took a good five minutes before Robbie peeked over the edge of the
covers. She looked all around. Her face was red. She had
been crying, but not hysterically. She wiped her cheeks with her
palms. I was still on my knees, and still facing the door.
"Where did he go?" asked Robbie hesitantly.
"He just left," I said.
"He can't have just left," she said.
"Well he did."
"He's calling the police!" she said. "We have to get dressed!"
"He's not calling the police," I said. "If he was doing that he'd keep an eye on us to make sure we didn't run away."
"Where would we run?" she asked.
"That doesn't matter," I said wearily. "It's how he would think."
"Then I don't understand," she said.
"I don't either," I admitted.
She got up. She pulled the bedspread all around her and went to
the door. She opened it and peeked into the hallway. The
she walked out into the hallway and stood there, looking both
ways. She came back in and stood, looking perplexed.
Finally she closed the door again.
"I don't get it," she said.
I didn't say anything this time.
She walked around the room, thinking.
"What did he say before he left?"
"You were here," I said.
"I was a little distracted," she shot back at me.
"He said he wanted us to be smart and do what's best for our parents," I said.
"That's close, but there was more," she said. "I remember hearing
'sensible' and I think he said what was good for both us and our our
parents."
"Okay, so it's all the same in the end. We have to stop doing this and our parents can't find out we did."
"Why wouldn't he just say that then?" she asked. "Why didn't he
threaten to call the cops, and then blackmail us into promising to
stop?" She frowned. "He sure didn't mind pointing out that
you could have gotten me pregnant."
"Maybe we're supposed to talk about it," I said.
"Maybe," she said. She dropped the blanket and went to the wall switch. The room was plunged back into darkness.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
"Just wait," she said.
What seemed like five minutes went by.
"What are we waiting for?" I asked.
"Gramps," she said.
"He left," I reminded her.
"I stayed here. I turned the light back off, like I plan on staying here some more."
She walked over to the bed.
"If he wanted us to stop, why isn't he back in here yelling again?" she asked.
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