Originally, I hadn't thought to make A Penny for a Buck an ongoing story, but a number of people seemed to enjoy the story. So since there is much more to write about, and in thanks to those who left me great feedback, I will continue the story.
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There is nothing like waking up in a strange room with a hangover, but fortunately it was a relatively minor hangover. But my real fortune was Penny, who is the ninety pounds of beautiful redhead lying on top of me.
We has just exchanged our wake-up good mornings and I was quickly going through the previous day's events in my mind, especially the events of the previous night. The more I thought about it, the more I believed it had to be a dream. I must be locked up in some nut house, strapped to the bed and hallucinating this woman.
Penny for her part, had her hands layered on top of my chest with her chin resting on top of them. Her grey eyes were regarding me and a slight smile quirked her lips. Finally she broke the silence, "You look like you are thinking about saying something really stupid like, 'Thanks for last night!'"
"Actually, I was trying to figure out if I am having a very vivid hallucination or not. If you are a hallucination, I don't suppose I would need to thank you." I thought for a moment or too and finally admitted, "If I figure out you're real, well, I might have said something that stupid."
"Would a hallucination do this?" she said moving one hand downward. I could feel myself hardening in anticipation of her hand's destination. I felt her hand on my side, and then my hip and then felt her give me a hard pinch.
"Hey, that hurt!" I yelped. I half jumped out of the bed, but somehow Penny managed to hold on.
"What were you expecting? Hallucinations give hand jobs, real women pinch you back to reality. And last night was very, very real!"
"About last night..." I stated, but was having trouble asking the question. "What... er, why? I've never done something like that, picking up a girl in a bar. Then the sex. Great sex, don't get me wrong, but I just... Well, it's just not me... It was me, but... Why would you... you know want me?"
Eventually she took pity on me and pulled my face toward her and gave me a very soft tender kiss. "Silly boy, I've wanted you since the first time I saw you."
"You mean when I was lying on the floor looking up your skirt?"
"You were looking up my skirt! You lech!"
"Oh wait, that was the second time, the first would have been when you scared me so bad I ended up on the floor!"
She smiled at me. I saw the smile fade a bit and she turned her head and rested her cheek against my chest and wrapped her arms and legs around me in a full body hug. I heard her start talking very softly, "The first time I saw you was seven years ago. It was my eighteenth birthday and my father finally allowed me to stay in the bar after the dinner crowd left. I was sitting in the back with a couple of my friends. I was really excited because not only was it my birthday, not only did I get to stay in the bar, but I would finally get to see a mug presentation."
"My father had been talking about it for two weeks, making sure I got the mug just right since it was for an extra special customer. A customer that he'd talked about a number of times. 'He's a good kid, but always seems to be alone, even when other's are around,' my father said. 'He's also smart as a tack, but he wouldn't know if a girl was interested in him even if she spilled herself naked onto his lap!'"
"Anyway, every time the door to the bar would open, I'd take a peek to see who it was. I would then glance to my father who would shake his head slightly. After a couple of hours, I had given up paying attention to people coming in and was chatting with my friends. We were laughing about something when the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I heard the faint tinkling of the bell on the door ringing and turned in time to see a man ducking in through the door."
She pulled me a bit closer before continuing, "He looked so sad standing there in the doorway. I still don't know why I thought that, since his face seemed calm and his posture was proud, but not strutting like a lot of men do. I could see him scanning the bar as his friends followed him through the door. He was looking toward the bar and he watched until my father noticed him. Even over the noise of the bar I could hear by father call out something to him. Whatever my father had said must have been good news because the man's face split into a hearty smile."
"When I saw him smile I was... Well, let's just say that my friends gave me a hard time for a month about the look on my face. He was just so big. Not just tall and broad-shouldered, but like he was even bigger than he looked, he seemed sure of himself, but not smug. Anyway, when the man sat with his friends at the bar, my father reached under the bar and pulled out a box. I gasped when I realized that this must be who the mug was for. I was squirming in the booth I was so excited."
Her voice suddenly grew somber as she continued, "I can still remember the hoots and laughter when the mug was revealed. I was crushed. It was my favorite, and one I worked on the hardest, but everyone was laughing! Well, everyone except my dad. My dad and you, Buck."
I felt bead of moisture running down my chest, and realized Penny was crying. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly to me. She gave me a squeeze as well. I started caressing her hair while I waited for her to compose herself.
I felt another tear drop, but Penny starting talking again, "I didn't know what to make of the expression that was on your face, but whatever my father said to you next made all the difference. From across the bar, and over the laughter, I couldn't hear what you said. I could tell your lips made the words, 'It's perfect' before you reached over the bar and lifted my father up in a bear hug."
Penny gave a bit of a giggle, but the tears kept dripping. "I don't think anyone had lifted my father off the ground since he was ten, and you did it leaning across the bar! I watched for a while longer, but the laughter still hurt. I couldn't hear the jokes, but when someone holds their fingers an inch apart and starts laughing, you don't really have to. I could also tell that the laughs and jokes hurt you, even though you smiled through it. The only time the smile looked genuine was when you looked at the mug or my father."
Slowly her arms released their grip on my chest and she sat up a bit to look at me. I looked down at her cherubic face. I could see the tear track on one cheek and the coating of moisture on the cheek that had been pressed against me.
As she looked up at me, and I could see the sunshine coming out after the rain. He impish smile started returning and she said, "that night I slept with a pillow pressed tight between my legs. And last night, I got the real Buck between them!"
She gave me another full body squeeze, but even after her arms released me her legs held tight. He gave a bit of a giggle as she rubbed her hips against me as if trying to pull me a little deeper inside her leg's grip.
"I actually saw you a couple more times at the bar after that. But my father didn't really like me being in the bar as I was underage. But I did sneak in for Halloween one year and even talked to you for a half a minute before my father chased me out."
"I think I would have remembered if I had talked to you before. You are too beautiful to ever forget!" I said as sincerely as I could.
She smiled and winked at me before saying, "Well, in your defense, I was wearing black face paint, and had dyed my hair black. Not to mention the fact that you seemed rather distracted by the cat suit I was wearing."
"That was you?!?" I was stunned. I couldn't count the number of erotic dreams I had about that girl. She was right, we had only talked for a few seconds before she turned and left rather quickly. Actually the turning and leaving was what really made me remember her, since her hips swayed in the most erotic way in the skin tight cat suit. Even the silly tail made appearances in my dreams.
