I love my Dad. Ever since my parents divorced, he's been taking good care of me. I try to help around the house we share, but I know he works hard to provide for the two of us. I've got a part-time job at a craft store at the mall and it gives me gas money for my Wrangler. I have spent a lot of time studying because this is my senior year, and I need to bring my grade point average up. I'm not a scholar like my friend Jenny, so it doesn't come easy for me. I hope to go to the State University with some of my friends next year. I really want to be an art teacher.
Anyway, Dad drives his pickup to various job sites around the county. He's a bricklayer and really buff. I know he and Mom didn't get along. Mom's depression and drinking didn't help, either. So they split. Dad kept the house, so I got to stay in my old room. It's OK, but I'm also looking forward to going to college.
Dad gives me a lot of freedom to be with my friends, as long as he knows where I am. That's cool. Even though I'm eighteen, I still depend on him for so much. I think he depends on me, too. I've tried to be a good girl most of my life. Lately, however, it's like I have itchy feet or wings ready to unfold or something, because I just want my freedom. My two best friends are Janey and Julie. We talk about everything. We also share some clothes. One thing I inherited from Mom is big boobs. I guess that's two things! Since Janey has big boobs too, we can swap blouses. Julie's got wider hips, so she's more my size for slacks. At 5' 4", I'm kind of short, so I appear to be really stacked, even though I'm just a C cup. My shoulder-length hair is light brown and I have hazel eyes.
Just now, I don't have a real boyfriend, because I have been busy with studies, soccer practice, and work. That's not to say I'm not experienced. I have been out with several different guys, mostly guys from my class that I've known forever. Football and soccer games, dances, double dates, movies, a couple of proms- that's been the extent of my dating life. I've seen my Dad gives the guys the "lecture" when they come to pick me up, but I know he's proud of me, and trusts me. I'm sure he doesn't suspect I'm not a virgin. I gave that up to Billy Thompson last year. It was kind of scary, and we fumbled around a lot, but it turned out to be fun. Maybe I'll write about that sometime. But we didn't really want to keep going out with each other, so I just remember it as a learning experience. So ever since then, I've been having as much fun as I could, between practices, work, and studying for tests, that is. So Dad keeps a watch on me. He'd have a cow and then come out shooting if he knew what went on last night. I can hardly believe it myself. I never knew...
I was over at Julie's house yesterday, having arranged to spend the night with her. We had supper with her Mom and her brother and then helped her Mom clean the dishes. When the phone rang, it was Janey. She said to Julie that we should go out to the drive-in that night. We have one of the few remaining drive-ins in the state. Lots of people come there for the outdoor show. It's fun when we go. Julie's mom checked what was playing (a campy horror flick we'd all seen before) and agreed to let us go, provided we come right home after the show. She even let Julie take the Bonneville.
We went to pick up Janey and then drove to the drive-in, getting there just as it was getting dark. There were not as many cars there as usual. We saw Bret Johnson in his big Dodge Ram pickup parked near the back. He had it backed in and had chairs and a cooler in the truck bed. His dad works for the dealer and Bret does too, part-time. There were a couple of guys with him we didn't recognize. There were other couples in cars; none real close. Those others were keeping to themselves, mostly.
We hit up the snack shack for soda's and popcorn before the show started. Bret and his buddies walked in while we were there.
"Well, hello girls!" said Bret. He was looking good in his letterman's jacket. He's a basketball jock, and pretty good, I guess. Even though it was warm enough to go without it, he seemed to have it on all the time.
"Hi Bret," said Janey with a grin. She likes him and has been out a couple of times. Of course she told us all about how he likes to french kiss. She said he let her feel her up one time and it got her hot. I think she wanted it to go further, but they couldn't do more under a blanket at the football game.
"Who are your friends?" asked Julie.
"This is Paul and Wayne, my cousins from Atlanta," replied Bret.
"Hi, I'm Paul," he said, stepping closer. "Can I help you carry that?" indicating my tub of popcorn. He was a real hunk, as big as Bret but huskier, with big feet. His southern accent was kind of sexy.
"Sure, I guess," I replied. Wayne introduced himself and slid next to Julie. I could tell she was attracted to him right away. She had her best "come-and-get-me" smile and struck a pose that even a dead man could not look away from.
"Why don't you girls park near my truck and we'll party?" asked Bret. I was a little hesitant, thinking this was a "girls night out", but Janey was already moving outside with Bret. As Julie and Wayne seemed to be hitting it off, that left me with Paul. I could do worse, I thought. Suddenly I had a flash of Paul kissing me. What was that? I just met the guy. But he is such a hottie, just look at him!
"OK, why not," I said.
"Great. Come on." Paul carried my popcorn and we walked back to our car. Julie moved it closer to the truck in the back row.
Paul and I were talking and munching popcorn when the movie started and we continued to talk well into it. Like I said, we'd already seen the movie. I really liked being with Paul. He was at least a head taller than me. And those broad shoulders! We were standing between the car and truck, leaning on the car in the shadows of the large fence right behind us. I snuggled closer to him as we talked and watched the movie.
Julie and Wayne were in the truck bed with Bret and Janey, also munching popcorn and watching the movie. Julie giggled at something Bret said, which seemed odd with the horror flick going on.
The more I talked with Paul, the better I liked him. His accent may have sounded southern redneck, but it became obvious that he also had a brain and a knack for making me feel good. We seemed to have a lot in common, and he made me laugh with his corny jokes. We were smuggling, he behind me with his arms around me. We totally lost track of the movie as we talked about our various experiences. His hands got a little frisky, trying to get under my shirt.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked.
"Just trying to get to know you a little better," said Paul. "What's the matter? Haven't you ever fooled around?"
"Sure I have, but we just met."
"Well, I sure like you. You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen, as the matter of fact. You're pretty hot." Paul was laying it on thick, and I was lapping it up. He was hot too, and I really didn't mind his roaming fingers.
"Let's get in the car," he suggested.
"OK," I replied. I wanted to sit down. The truck bed was full with the other four. They seemed to be getting along just fine. Besides, I wanted to be alone with Paul. So we got in the backseat of the Bonneville and kicked off our shoes. I sat beside him, only facing backwards. He immediately began kissing me. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me close, touching his lips to my forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, and then my lips. As we kissed, my hands slipped from his shoulders to his chest. He had told me he worked out. It was obvious from the development of his pecs and biceps that he had done a lot of it.
His hands moved from my back to my front. I glanced out the window, but nobody seemed to be close enough to see what we were doing. In fact, we were beginning to fog up the windows! I didn't object when Paul cupped my boobs and gently squeezed. I moaned a little, and he took that as encouragement to continue his exploration. He began to unbutton my blouse. As he did that, I untucked it. I shucked it off, feeling a little bare, but wanting him to keep doing what he was doing. He fumbled around behind my back with one hand, trying to unhook my bra, while playing with my boobs in the front with his other hand. I reached behind and unsnapped the clasp so that it loosened and fell off to join my shirt on the floor. My boobs stuck out, with the nipples already hard and pointed at his face.
"I just love your boobs, Mary," Paul said. He kissed one, then the other, giving each nipple a little lick. I responded eagerly, pushing them into his face. He sucked on one nipple while pinching the other. This was making me even hotter. I could feel my wetness beginning between my legs, and I squirmed. How far would this go? Would he want to go all the way? Would I?
We shifted positions. He took off his shirt, exposing those big pecs and shoulders. I just had to rub them! I lay back on the seat and Paul lay beside me. There was plenty of room in this big car. He was playing with my boobs and dry humping my leg. I could feel his boner through his jeans. I reached down to feel it through his pants and was surprised how thick and long it was.
"Oh, Paul," I gasped. We kissed even harder, our tongues dancing with each other. He got even bolder, sliding his hand down the front of my pants. His fingers reached the wetness. I could feel his middle finger as it parted my lower lips and began to seek entry. I was really hot now, not wanting him to stop. Ready and willing, I let him know by my moaning that he could do more than that if he wanted. I raised my hips, slipped my pants down to my ankles, and kicked them off. Totally naked now, I looked up at him and said, "Get those jeans off NOW!"
He slid to the side as I reached out to unsnap and unzip his pants. I reached inside before they were even off and grabbed his hard cock.
"Oh, my god. It's a boa constrictor!" I rubbed the length of it with one hand and cupped the big head with the other hand. "You like that?" I asked.
