This is one of the more significant events of my teen years. Not just the sexual aspect, but all the drama it caused. In a couple of previous stories of sexual exploits, I have changed the names of the people to protect their innocence, so to speak. I will engage in no such noble behavior for this story. Everyone got what they deserved in the end.
I was eighteen years old and in alot of trouble. I had been caught with two sheets of LSD. I was a month away from sentencing and scared myself into leaving town. As it turns out, I probably wouldn't have ended up in jail after all, but that is an entirely different story.
I packed up a backpack full of essentials and stuck out my thumb. Twenty-four hours later, with no sleep, I found myself in a truck stop in Fair Play, South Carolina. It was about an eight hour drive from where I had started. That was about par for the course. I usually averaged twenty-five to thirty miles an hour when hitching.
The waitresses in the place had taken an interest in me. Well, everyone had. It was just the waitresses who approached me. I was a sight to see, I'm sure. I was the quintessential hippy by appearance. Suede jacket with long fringe, matching boots, a paisley headband and cobalt blue, John Lennon type specs.
I was lavishing in the attention, but I had a ride to New Orleans that was leavin soon. One of the waitresses approached me and pointed to the counter at a man sitting with one of the other waitresses. He motioned for me to approach. I did.
His name was Olin Daniel Partain Junior. Try to imagine the name spoken in a strong, southern accent. He went by Danny.
"How you doin? My name's Danny, and this is my wife Lisa."
"Pleased to make your acquaintance."
"Whoo boy, you sure do talk like a yankee. So, where're you headed, or aint that my business?"
"Well, I'm about to catch a ride to Louisiana. Then...I don't know- south into Florida, or maybe west. I've never been to Mexico."
Lisa went to punch her timecard, as her shift was over. I couldn't help but notice the way her ass twitched when she walked. It wasn't an unusual thing for me to notice, but it wos far from the kast look I would take at her ass.
Danny continued, "What would you say if I could get you a job and a place to stay?"
"I'd say that would depend on the job and where I'd be staying."
Well, it turns out that he could get me a job as a brickmason's assistant. I stayed in the camper on their property the first night. The next night, after they decided I was safe, they set me up in a room in their trailer. In short time, I was an integral part of the household, from chores to finances.
One day, a few weeks after I had arrived, we were talking about sex. It wasn't anything suggestive, just talk of a primarily 'joking around' tone.
I made some comment referring to my sexual skills and Lisa said, "Boy, I'd make you cry for your momma!".
I though it an odd statement in it's context and company, but not nearly as odd as Danny's response.
He turned to her and said, "I bet you fifty bucks you can't."
A moment of silence weighted the air. I wasn't sure exactly how serious he was being. It turns out, he was dead serious. Suddenly, her bravado vanished, and she was the quintessential bashful schoolgirl. What a bet anyway. As if I would lose control of my mouth and brain and cry out for my mother? It seemed as if he was just arranging for me to fuck his wife. Why? I didn't care.
The next few moments of conversation served to crysallize the seriousness of his proposition. Lisa requested that I shave (which I never did). Danny explained that he would lock himself into the room at the end of the trailer and give us as much time as we needed. I couldn't believe it. I was going to fuck this man's wife... with his permission!
So, that night I showered and came out into the living room. Lisa went to the bathroom to get ready. She called out for Danny and he went back to the bathroom. I could see him but not her.
"Whoowee! Maybe he will cry for his momma after all!" Then to me, "Whitey, you better come through for me, I don't wanna give her fifty dollars of my pay just for her to spend it on woman type shit!"
With this, he entered the room at the back of the trailer and closed the door.
Lisa called out to me, "Turn out the lights and light the candles on the table and the TV!"
I did. When I told her it was done, I heard the door open. I still doubted the reality of this. Was it going to be a big hoax at my expense? Then she emerged.
She had her hair down for the first time I had seen. Her brown curls just passed her shoulder. She was wearing a baby blue teddy. Her thighs looked exquisite. She walked over to the couch and sat by me. She faced straight forward, not looking at me. I turned her head with a light touch of my fingers to her cheek. We kissed. She came out of her shell almost instantly. I kissed her cheeks and pulled her lips lightly with mine. We touched the tips of our tongues together playfully and then I sucked it as she pulled it back into her mouth.
The hand that had turned her cheek had slowly slid down her neck, over her shoulder, down her arm and settled on her hip. I squeezed the flesh of her hip. There is nothing else that feels quite like the way a woman's soft flesh gives way under the pressure of a firm grip. I slid my hand under her ass just as my other hand found the shoulder strap of her teddy.
I pulled back from kissing her so I could see as I exposed her breast. It was the first time I'd seen a woman's flesh under candle light. The effect is one to behold. I didn't touch her there just yet. I brought my other hand up to move the other shoulder strap and pulled the teddy down to the point where her hips stopped my progress. She was perfect.
