Part One: Seven Years Ago
"Another, sir?"
I looked up at the waitress with a smirk. "Sure, why not."
"Very good, sir. I'll be right back with that."
My eyes followed the slender young woman as she departed. I could not help but recall that meeting girls was one of the pretexts my friends had used to convince me to join their weekend ski trip.
I'd met some girls, sure; but the way I had embarrassed myself on the beginner slopes had left them far more amused than interested. Within a few hours, I was compelled to admit that it would take far more time than what was available to become good enough to enjoy myself. I felt like a quitter, but figured there was no point in wasting a second day after the first just for the sake of pride.
Thankful for possessing at least the foresight to bring my own car, I'd resolved to head for home as soon as I could inform one of my friends of my plans. Posting myself on the patio outside of the mountain lodge, I had thus waited for most of the afternoon, drinking Cokes instead of Coors, hoping to be able to depart any minute.
Originally, I had reasoned there was ample time to make the four-hour drive back to Denver and still be in my bed at a decent hour. Only half my weekend would be lost. I didn't get too many weekends off, and wasting one seemed nothing short of a crime.
As the shadows grew long, my eyes again found my watch. The afternoon was all but gone. Not for the first time, it occurred to me that I might simply leave and call my companions upon arriving home. With a firm nod, I slumped back into my chair, resolving to do just that after finishing my current drink.
Glancing about the almost deserted patio, my eyes wandered across an attractive blonde. My focus had traveled past her before I realized she happened to be looking my way. I reversed the motion of my head, returning to meet her gaze. At once, I upgraded her from attractive to gorgeous.
Out of my league
, I concluded and politely shifted my attention elsewhere, scouring the lower mountain for any sign of my companions.
Next thing I knew, the woman had stood; and began walking my direction. I looked around as casually as possible to see where else she might be headed. Most everyone was still on the slopes; there was not a soul near me.
"Jason?" she queried as she reached my table. "Jason Lupon?"
"Yeah," I answered, examining her face. She looked familiar, especially her deep green eyes, but I was drawing a blank. I was at a complete loss for a handful of seconds. Then I noticed that tiny mole below her right eye that her heavy makeup almost concealed. I had never been able to decide if that mark was her only flaw, or just the final punctuation mark on feminine perfection. She had matured quite a bit since I had seen her last. She had been a blazing redhead then, but I was still embarrassed I had failed to recognize her sooner; her of all people.
I leapt to my feet. "Tara?"
"Yes!" she squealed, helping herself to a chair. "How long has it been? Seven years, right?"
As I fell back into my seat, my thoughts drifted back those seven years to our senior year in high school. Some memories stay fresh in one's mind and such is my recollection of my first experience with Tara.
It was my first experience period, but I'd have remembered it anyway. It was one of those late spring days in the Dakotas, cold in the morning but pleasant by noon, the type of day where one might leave his jacket lying about; and I had done just that. In the process of locating my missing clothing, I had missed my bus, condemning myself to an hour-long walk home.
I had maybe made a quarter of the distance when a car passed me, and then pulled to an abrupt stop on the shoulder ahead. I recognized the beige Monte Carlo at once, mostly due to the big black letters in the rear window: F & T. It was Frank Morton's car. I was surprised a jock like him might bother to stop and give me a lift, but I was in no mood to stand there and ponder it; so I sprinted for the passenger side of the vehicle.
Opening the door, I leaned in to offer my thanks, but was greeted not by Frank's chiseled mug, but by Tara's radiant smile. She was so beautiful as to be stunning, her athletic figure accentuated by her snug green cheerleader's outfit. I stood there, appropriately bewildered, until she asked, "Well, you gonna just stand there or get in?"
Of course, I wasted no time taking my seat. "Thanks," I muttered, not even daring to look at her.
"No problem," she said, pulling back onto the asphalt.
We traveled a minute or two in silence before Tara asked, "You in any hurry?" Not waiting for an answer, she veered off the highway onto a county road.
"I, uh, guess not," I replied, not that it mattered since she had already turned.
"Good," Tara said. "You ever drive down this road?"
I never drive down anywhere
, I thought before answering simply, "No."
"The old school was down here," Tara noted, pulling onto what may have once been a road, but had since become at best just a weedy trail. After a hundred yards or so, she stopped just short of a barricaded railroad crossing, killed the ignition and reached for her door handle. "It burned down way before we were born, but you can still see the foundation. Come on."
Without waiting to even see my reaction, she bolted from the car and darted across the tracks into a small cluster of trees. I jogged after her like the innocent fool I was.
"Do you ever wonder what it was like here back then?" Tara asked upon my arrival, her eyes scanning the empty fields that surrounded the sparse copse. "Did our grandparents feel the same things we feel when they were young? Did they do the same things we do; or is it different now?"
"Uh, I don't know." I glanced around nervously, wondering if she was on some drugs or was about to make me the butt of some prank. "Guess I never really thought about it."
"Oh, I seem to have dropped something," Tara said with a heavy dose of sarcasm. "Would you pick them up for me?"
I shifted my attention from our barren surroundings to find Tara standing, left hand on hip, her panties wrapped about her ankles. She stepped out with one foot and deftly lifted them off the ground with the other. She raised her eyebrows. "I said; would you pick them up for me!"
I was confused, but of course I did as the girl asked; or more like demanded. When I bent over, she lifted her skirt and shifted quickly so that my nose was mere inches from her rusty pubic patch. My eyes gravitated to the most beautiful thing a teenage boy could imagine, a perfect pink crease framed by a natural red pelt.
Without even thinking, I took a deep breath, getting a good whiff of her powerful scent. It was so much heavier, more primal, more bestial than I had anticipated. It was absolutely intoxicating. Unsure what action on my part was appropriate, I froze, my hand still reaching for her panties.
"You know that's cheerleader pussy?" Tara declared in a haughty tone. "Don't you think you ought to show some respect and get on your knees?"
Without a second thought, I did as she ordered. I felt like a whelp, and I was one; but the luckiest whelp in the world.
Tara leaned forward and brushed her fur against my nose. "Do you like my pussy?"
"Yes."
"You want to make it happy?"
Can this be for real?
I wondered. "Yes," I answered, to both questions.
"Yes, what?" Tara demanded.
"Yes, Goddess."
"Goddess?" Tara mused with a wry grin. "I like that. Are you ready to do as your goddess commands."
My dick was already a rock. I but prayed not to lose my load in my shorts. "Yes, Goddess," I announced, almost begged.
Tara grabbed my head and began to rub her muff against my face. "Lick me," she commanded
I pulsed my tongue in and out, much as a serpent might.
"C'mon, get your tongue out," Tara ordered. "Now! Farther."
I stuck my tongue out until it hurt and just held it there.
"That's better," Tara sighed, continuing to bump and grind on my face. The angle would have made it awkward for me to service her anyway, but my ignorance made it impossible. She didn't seem to mind, however, as I just held my tongue extended as instructed. Every once in a while I sensed a moistness and a pungency. Though I sought to locate the source, I was unable to do so.
After several minutes, she backed way. "Give me your jacket!"
I obeyed at once.
With some care, Tara spread my garment on one of the smoother patches of the old concrete. Upon my jacket she reclined, back to the ground, legs bent above her in a fetal position, feet pointed skyward. "Put your forearms here," she commanded, slapping the muscled backs of her thighs.
"Higher," Tara insisted as I complied with her prior instruction. "Up under my knees."
I moved my arms up into the crooks formed by her bent legs.
Tara smiled. "Good. Keep them there and fuck me with your tongue."
I hesitated, unsure exactly what she meant.
My goddess reprimanded my affront with a firm, "
Now
!"
I dove tongue-first into the cleft of her womanhood. Still having no clue what I was supposed to do, I simply licked everything. Soon I strayed across the source of the enticing flavor and focused my efforts there. Within seconds the folds of her crease parted and I found it!
"Yes," Tara cried as my tongue strayed across the depression that marked the outer limits of her passage. "There; put it there! Put it
in
there."
I did my best to tear my tongue lose from the back my mouth and shoot into her depths. My jaws soon got that ache one gets from blowing up too many balloons, but I cared not; this
was
cheerleader pussy and I was getting some!
"More!" Tara screamed. "Deeper!" She bucked and pushed against my weight, which still pinned her thighs to her chest. She said something else, but the rumble of a passing train obliterated her words. Grabbing my hair, she yanked my locks like the reins of some unbroken stallion. My face was crushed upon her womanhood. I could hardly breathe, but could think of no better way to die.
Several times Tara tensed, spraying a salty fluid onto my face, into my mouth, and under my chin. I didn't know for sure what was happening, but she could have been pissing on me and I would've loved it.
As the train receded into the distance, Tara yanked my face from its task. Flashing a sly grin, she bounced her eyebrows. "Are you ready to fuck your goddess now?"
