Disclaimers: In 1957, Johnny Cash recorded a song with this title. I've made a little adjustment, because my hero doesn't 'work in a candy store' Mainly, because the old fashioned candy store just doesn't exist in my big city area. Now, for you people who love to find fault with the accuracy of my stories, each and every person partaking is sexy stuff is at least 18 years of age. Oh, yes, THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION!!! Let me add a word or two of thanks to my wife of nearly fifty-two years, both for giving me the encouragement to write these stories, and helping me to put them into usable English.
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Where do I begin? How about at the start. I'm Neil Black, and after graduating high school nearly a year ago, I started working full time for my dad's plumbing company. Actually, I started helping him when I was in the eighth or ninth grade, learning everything I could about his business.
The company went from Black Plumbing, to Black and Son Plumbing. My two older sisters wanted nothing to do with that kind of work, so they both became school teachers.
All through school, starting in the third or fourth grade, I was friends with Arlene Hawkins. To call us opposites would be an understatement. She was always the cutest girl in our entire class, and I was the shy, chubby kid, who always sat in the back of the classroom.
As we got older, she just got better looking, and as I started learning the plumbing business from my dad, I started losing my baby fat. The hard, physical labor he had me doing, made this transformation possible.
All through high school, we would just pal around. Nothing sexual, but as best friends. Where I excelled in all the shop classes, Arlene was a star in every play our drama department put on.
She did it all. Comedy, drama, musical, no matter what the play, she was one of the leads. If she was on stage, I was in the audience, cheering her on.
During our senior year, we did progress to a little more than holding hands. Both of us having celebrated our eighteenth birthdays, we started advancing to a little kissing. She even let one of my hands lightly touch her bra covered breasts.
After our homecoming dance, she even let my hand inside her small B cup bra. Feeling her nipple harden, we both nearly passed out from the excitement. When I moved to attempt to remove her bra she abruptly sat up, and softly whispered, "Neil, I'm just not ready for that"
Laying back down on her bed, I told her I could wait until we were both ready. We just spent the next few hours cuddled next to each other.
In the back of my mind, I was thinking that just maybe, by Senior Prom we both would be more than ready.
The night before Prom she told me that not only was it the wrong time of the month, but she was going to Los Angeles, the week after graduation to audition for a TV show on one of the Family Channels.
"You do know we can still enjoy Prom, without doing, um, you know," I whispered.
After pausing, thinking what my next words should be, I continued.
"I also know that this has been a dream of yours for years, and I'd never try to stop you, from achieving your dream."
Even though I meant every word, my heart was breaking. I truly thought that once she got to California, I might never see her again.
Prom night was here, and we did go, as promised. After the dance we found ourselves in her bedroom, taking off most of her clothes and all of mine. With it being her time of the month, she kept her panties on. When she let me take off her bra, I just couldn't get enough of her very firm, smallish breasts.
Yes, she let me very lightly touch her very sensitive nipples, and with her hand slowly rubbing my nearly seven inches of solid manhood, we were both nearing our limits.
When I exploded into the little towel she held, I nearly saw stars. After some necessary cleanup, we kept up our kissing, and light touching, and she slowly took my cock in her mouth and started licking up and down its length.
This very new and exciting thrill had me rock hard within minutes. It took only a few more minutes of this very exotic blow job for me to shoot my wad a second time. No, she didn't swallow, but I was just as excited to fill her handful of tissues.
Laying in each others arms, without putting any clothes back on, we just started talking like lifelong friends do.
"I want you to know my mom will be with me for as long as I need her."
Even though that eased my mind, somewhat, I still felt that I might be losing her to her show business dreams.
The next two weeks I was so busy helping dad at work, I hardly had any time to talk with Arlene. She did call me each night, telling me how nervous she was. Not only traveling to LA, but actually auditioning for not one, but two different pilots in the works.
I did see her the night before she left, and all we did is hug, and a few kisses, with her tears flowing. I'm not sure if they were from nerves, or missing me.
I just chalked them up to her being so nervous.
I was beginning to get concerned, not hearing from her for nearly a week. I was happy to have a lot of work to keep my mind off missing her, but I had this gnawing feeling that she might not be safe.
Both my parents tried convincing me she was doing the right thing, and I'd hear from her in due time.
Just as I was finishing dinner, about a week after she left, I finally got a call from her.
She was so excited, I just listened as she told me everything that was going on. She sounded so happy, I knew I had to be happy for her. Even if it meant losing her to Hollywood.
Over the next four or five months, I'd get a call from her, giving me a detailed description of her screen tests. She just sounded so happy, and reassuring that she couldn't wait to see me, either back home, or in LA, if possible.
I just couldn't bring myself to ask if she had a boyfriend down there. I just didn't want to know. She did tell me, several times, that there were so many people she wanted me to meet.
Talking it over with my dad, he told me I could take a week off, and plan a little vacation get-together with Arlene.
All I had to do is ask when she would have some time off, for us.
She let me know that right before Thanksgiving, she'd be off for a few days, so I planned my trip.
Arriving in LA, and finding my way to an Airbnb, near the apartment her agent was letting her live in, I just couldn't wait to see her.
I was waiting outside, sitting on the porch, when I saw a rather fancy looking car pull up, and Arlene get out of it. I was a bit bummed when she leaned in the driver's window and gave this guy a kiss.
She ran across the yard, and jumped into my arms, hugging and kissing me. As I looked over her shoulder, I saw the guy in the car looking none to happy.
Getting into my place, still hugging her, she was talking a mile a minute. Telling me about a couple of music videos she was going to be in.
"What about the shows for the Family Channel?" I asked.
"I can't sit around, doing nothing, while they decide. So my agent has found a couple of music videos that he wants me in."
"Have I ever heard of the groups?"
My heart nearly stopped when she told me the two groups doing these videos. I knew both of these groups specialized in 'Gangsta Rap' music.
I'm no racist, but I'd heard about some of their videos, that were very R rated, bordering in being X rated.
"Are you sure you want to do these videos? I've heard they use girls who wear next to nothing in them"
She stood back, looking at me, with a hurt expression that made me feel like shit.
"You sound just like my dad. Neil. I'm nearly nineteen, and think I know what's best for me, and my career."
After this exchange, she moved back, just looking like she'd lost her best friend. And, just maybe she had.
"I'll back anything you want to do, Arlene, as long as you'll be safe. OK?"
Finally deciding to go to dinner, our conversation just didn't seem as friendly.
Just as we finished dinner, I was about to ask her to stay the night at my place, when she told me she had a very early morning, and needed to go home to read her scripts.
With just a light kiss on my cheek, she left the restaurant just as her agent magically appeared.
Walking back to where I was staying, I wondered to myself if coming down here was a huge mistake.
After a very restless night's sleep, I got up and noticed a text from Arlene, telling me she was already on set, and she'd let me know in the afternoon, what we'd do tonight.
I spent most of the morning sightseeing, since I'd never been to Los Angeles before.
I did send a text around lunchtime, just asking how her day was going.
My phone rang, and when I answered, all I heard was, "Hey, boy, quit bothering our girl, she's working today, so don't call back."
This got my blood boiling, so I used my 'find my phone' app, and knew where she was.
I had several maps of the city, and noticed she wasn't too far from the University of Southern California campus. I also knew that the USC campus was not in a good part of town.
I got in my rental car and headed to where I knew her phone was located. Getting closer, I found myself in a rather seedy, rundown neighborhood, with loud rap music blaring from several houses.
Finding the building where the app told me her phone was located, I spotted her agent's car, so I got out and started walking to this warehouse looking building.
As I neared the front door, her sleazy looking agent came outside and greeted me.
"If you know what's good for you, you'll get the fuck out of here, understand?"
Just then, I heard several raised voices, and knew one of them was Arlene, yelling for someone to stop what they were doing.
I moved right up to this guy and told him to get out of my way. With him being an inch or two shorter than my 6'1", and more than a bit ligher than my solid 200 pounds, I didn't get any objections from him.
As I reached for the door, I heard, "Don't say I didn't warn you."
As I entered this dump, I placed one emergency call, and headed to where I heard the arguing.
Heading towards the music, I entered another room, and saw four guys standing around my girl, who was wearing a very skimpy top, and a pair of booty shorts. There were three other young girls, in various stages of undress, one was actually topless, standing around, too. One guy who seemed to be in charge was yelling for her to take her bra off, so it wouldn't show the straps. She looked terrified, and when they saw me, the men all started yelling for me to back off and to get out of their place.
I moved towards them, motioning for Arlene to move next to me.
"You best get the fuck out of here, and let this bitch finish what we going to, today."
"You guys didn't just call my girlfriend a bitch, did you?"
As all four started laughing, they all stopped in their tracks and stopped laughing, when at least ten LA cops came in from all directions, with weapons drawn.
"Ok, lets back down the testosterone, gents," the man in charge said, still with his weapon drawn.
Looking at me, he continued, "Let's see the weapon you told our dispatcher you had."
"Weapons, plural, Sergeant," I said quietly.
Raising both my hands, I told them all that I was a third degree black belt, and in Washington state, my hands were registered as concealed weapons.
"Miss, do you want to press any charges against these men?" the Sergeant asked.
"It's up to you," I said in all honesty.
"No, sir, I just want to go home."
We slowly moved toward the exit, and getting outside, there was her agent, with another man who looked like he might qualify as a bodyguard.
"I certainly hope you don't want to work in this town, you little, ungrateful bitch."
"You'd best watch your mouth, asshole."
Just as I said that, this thug moved forward, and drew a switchblade from his back pocket.
I took my collapsible baton from my pocket, and extended it to its full two feet length.
