Prim and proper, that's the best description of the woman I married. Pretty, dark hair and eyes, and tiny, just the way I like them.
Perfect for me. We met on a blind date of all things, Bobby Smith, my buddy from high school had the hots for a gal named Becky. Becky's mom took one look at Bobby and knew how his mind worked so no way in hell was Becky going to go anywhere alone with him. So it was double date or no date, like that did any good at all.
Of course if Becky's mom had known the truth she would have kept Becky locked up in the basement. Becky was one of those gals that the second she was out of her mom's sight her blouse came unbuttoned and her skirt somehow got shorter.
Becky was friends with Sherry, Bobby was friends with me, so it was a natural thing for Bobby to call me.
"Hey, Dan. I know these two gals, I need you to come along. There are both loose as a goose!" He lied, since he had no idea about Sherry. But I had seen Becky just once up until then, and I figured she would put out so any friend of hers was probably the same.
Bobby had set me up once before way back, a gal named Shannon. After that experience I developed a natural suspicion over anything Bobby had to say when it came to the ladies. So I asked him a bunch of questions, he said this Sherry gal was cute and had a nice set of knockers on her.
But that was what the little shit said about the other gal, too. Shannon had a pockmarked face, nose the size of Kansas and she wore some kind of cheap perfume that it took me a week of leaving the windows open on my car to get rid of. That and one of those green pine tree things that hang from the mirror. I took the entire wrapper off of it, too.
Plus at the drivein I quickly realized there was no hope at all of rubbing her oversize titties. In fact, there was no hope at all of touching her oversize anything, her butt was half again bigger than mine. If she scooted any farther away from me her seatbelt would have cut her in half.
Of course Bobby was in the back seat with a gal named Paula, I glanced back once and he was sucking on one of her bare boobs, the other one hanging out in space. She saw me looking and just smiled. I still have no idea how Bobby does that, but without fail he wades in and women just seem to let him do whatever he wants.
Shannon sat there and stared straight ahead at the movie, making it very clear there was not going to be any fun.
I decided to beat Bobby up the first chance I got.
I would have sold the damned car since it stunk so bad but I built it from the ground up, a 1964 Impala SS with white bucket seats and Palomar Red exterior. Some guy had bought it for his wife, she put just over 20,000 miles on it before smacking a Deer broadside, then ran off the road and bent the hell out of the A Frame. I bought it, found another one in a wrecking yard and got the hood, grill, front fender and some other pieces. I used my torch to straighten out the A arms.
There was no engine in it, they had sold that to another guy for his boat.
Same dang color on the body parts, all I had to do was bolt the stuff on. The big 396 I took out of my Dad's pickup truck made her nice and fast, too. I used the truck 4 speed, I liked the way the thing jumped straight in the air in first gear.
A huge Cam and dual 4 barrel intake helped, too. Plus I found a pair of the 435 H/P 427 heads in a wrecking yard, got them for sixty bucks. I had the guy at the local saw shop do the valves and clean them up for me. That busted my budget for a month, but like I said.
Nice and fast.
Dad had been falling some trees and a gust of wind combined with a cut just a tad too far put the tree right across the back of the cab.
Let's just say I got a deal on the engine. Nobody ever accused my Dad of being real smart. He was 5'6" and 160 pounds, my Mom was 5'6" and 160 pounds too. I grew up to 6'1" and 220 pounds, I always suspected I was related to the mailman or somebody.
Anyway, after some protests that had no affect at all on him, Bobby and I were spiffed up and headed down the coast, the big dual exhaust rumbling. I was taking it easy coming off the bridge, a guy named Glenn who was now a State cop hung out there. I was sure he was always waiting for me. Glenn and I went to high school together, one day we had a minor conflict and he took a swing at me so I broke his nose.
The fucker had already written me three tickets, I couldn't afford any more. I had considered breaking his nose again when he wrote me the last one but thought better of it.
I saw him sitting over there as we went by, the needle right on 40 MPH. A mile farther on down the road we were rolling just over 100, Bobby was hollering out the window. We were just crazy kids.
Bobby was sitting in the back seat with Becky, already feeling her up when we pulled up to Sherry's house. I pulled forward far enough that the bushes out front hid them in case anybody looked out, Bobby wasn't about to stop investigating Becky's blouse, that I was sure of.
I knocked on the door and it opened, Sherry stood there. She was looking at about the 2nd button up from my belt buckle. I looked down at her as she looked up at me. She was about 4'8" tall, my 6'1" was way up there to her. I saw her eyes get as big as silver dollars, so I smiled my very best innocent smile.
"Hi, are you Sherry?" I asked.
"Yes, hello. You are Dan?" I nodded, she asked me in to meet her folks. Her Mom was a good 200 pounds and 5 feet tall, her dad was just over 5 feet tall and a skinny little guy. He grinned at me and shook my hand like I was a long lost friend or something.
Probably thinking if Sherry and I hooked up it would get her out of the house.
We got the usual be carefuls and be home by midnight stuff and mercifully got out of there.
We were no more than parked at the drivein, I was setting a speaker in the window and rolling it up when I glanced back and Bobby had Becky down on her back.
Talk about a one fucking track mind, that was Bobby. Sherry and I just sat and talked, she had found the seat belt I installed and put it on. I was suspecting she planned on leaving it on, too.
But she didn't need to worry, my Impala had bucket seats and a big hurst gear shift lever sticking up out of the floorboards. So to do anything we would need to get in the back seat and Bobby had all the room back there filled up.
Sherry got a funny look on her face when it became obvious that Becky was letting Bobby fuck her, no way in hell could either of us miss the sounds and the smell.
I was mostly worried about my white seats back there.
But that was it for our date, I took Sherry home, right on time, too. I leaned down to give her a light kiss, she lifted up on tiptoe and let me.
I kinda liked her, I decided. We dropped off Becky who now looked pretty prim and proper, after she made us stop at the local park so she could use the bathroom. She came out looking conservative and unblemished, I managed to not laugh at that. Then we drove back up the coast, I dropped Bobby off at his place and went home to my ratty 8 foot by 42 foot trailor house.
The house wasn't much but it worked, of course all my money went to the car anyway.
Sherry and I dated a lot after that, in short order things progressed to where I got my hands on her bare titties. They were fine, too. Big and firm, she was blessed in that department. We even went on a couple more double dates with Bobby, he ended up fucking Becky in my back seat every time.
I used some bleach and water to wipe the damn seat down, though.
Just in case.
A couple of times I even got my hands inside Sherry's panties, where I found a huge mass of hair. Sherry always got sopping wet, most of the time she put up resistance but one night we were necking in the park and she put her hand on my cock outside of my pants. That seemed to set her off and in short order she had my pants open and was holding it with both hands. The moon was full and shining in the window, Sherry seemed fascinated by my erection. That night I got my fingers clear inside of her and I know she orgasmed.
My first feel of nookie except for once with Paula, a girl that Bobby had dated early on. She lived off a gravel road not far from my trailor, I ran into her on my way to the fishing hole and one thing led to another, I didn't get to catch any fish. She tugged me by the hand off into a clearing between some big Fir trees, then told me that if she could "look at mine, then I could look at hers."
