You will never guess who one of the most influential guys in my early adulthood was.
Not my dad, oh he was of course, but not in this way. Not a teacher or a coach. Not a man of the cloth.
No, it was a guy named Bill who worked at motel on the outskirts of town.
And I would not have met Bill if it wasn't the result of on of these "guy to guy" conversations with two of my friends, Jake and Charles. My buds were noted for their ability to snake out the girls, especially when they were pretty much done with the books until college.
Jake had allegedly bedded several 18 and 19 year-old girls, including the head cheerleader ("I know exactly why she's the Head cheerleader," the 19-year-old would say). Charles wasn't as prolific as Jake, but he had bedded a couple sought after girls.
On the other hand I had yet to lose by virginity. Oh, I'd had several midnight grappling sessions, begging to do the deed, to no avail. The closest was Stephanie, who let me rub off against her leg and Allison who gave head with the worst of them. Really. She'd sort of jerk me while licking a little and moving her head away when I shot my load.
But as the saying goes, there's never a bad blowjob.
Then Melissa entered by life, a girl who was hot to trot. She was known to be a great date, adventurous, and playful when "parking". Just 19 she was ready, willing and able to screw, but the fact that we had been nearly caught by her dad in their basement, just minutes before intercourse, put a bug in her head that maybe it wasn't to happen between us.
On that afternoon, everyone was supposed to be out for hours. Dad, however, forgot something and came home, finding Melissa and I in our underwear on the basement couch. She got grounded, I got the belt from my dad when her parents called mine, and a relationship was nearly lost when my parents told her parents what a hussy they were raising.
We had to cool it for a few weeks, but we would still see each other at school, after school (I had to drop her off several blocks from home) and at sporting events. We weren't allowed to "date" any more but of course we did. Just didn't get into any more compromising situations.
Not that we didn't want to. We were always sneaking make out sessions, but nothing too serious other than the time she jerked me off in the car near her house or the wonderful blow job I got after one of her track meets. She skipped the bus ride in favor of my car, and we stopped at a roadside park.
We walked around the lake, and made out for a while before Melissa dropped to her knees and told me to hurry. With her mouth working overtime, I had no problem following her orders. Her head bobbed on my cock while I made sure to look around for unwanted observers.
Melissa was very enthusiastic about her cock sucking. She had a practiced mouth, and knew how to bring me off quickly. That first time couldn't have been three minutes from my unzipping my pants to blowing in her mouth.
Another attribute was she liked the taste of cum, so much so that she'd swish it around in her mouth before making a production of swallowing. Oh yes, this girl was practiced with her mouth. But, nothing further. Her brain just turned off, said "NO!" at the thought of having sex.
I begged and cajoled but she wouldn't chance getting caught and having her parents totally fly off the handle. They said they'd kick her out of the house, and for that matter, not pay for college if she was caught doing it.
On one hand I was disappointed, but on the other her hand jobs and blow jobs were simply excellent. Still, by friends seemed to be getting laid, especially Jake. He was a chick magnet and always regaled us with stories of his conquests. If only the girls knew what he said about them!
One afternoon Jake was telling Charles and me about his latest conquest, Jackie the cheerleader.
"Wow, she's awesome, she's great between the sheets," said the lucky guy. "She likes doing it in different positions, even from behind. I screwed her over her parent's kitchen table and with some luck I think next will be over their pool table. But that's only when we know we will have the house to ourselves. No chances there."
Along the way I asked how he evaded getting caught, having been walked in on myself and knowing that his parents were as strict as mine.
"My cousin Bill is a big help," explained my friend. "He works down at the Capri Motel and he's always willing to give a Heritage High guy a break for the right incentive."
That got our attention. Incentive?
"He's a horn dog from way back. So I send him referrals and he gets us discounts."
What?
"It's simple. He doesn't make all that much, barely above minimum wage. So the deal is that you get the room for half price for a couple hours, he or his girlfriend cleans the room himself and the boss doesn't know, and pockets the rental. Plus he doesn't check id, record it anywhere. Basically $25 bucks for a couple hours of solitude as long as you don't make a mess of the place so it can be cleaned fast.
"He takes $50 bucks when you get there, but gives back half if you don't wreck the room...and...."
And what?
"Well, you have to keep the shares open in the back, he likes to watch."
Admit it, you are as shocked as I was. The guy was a peeping Tom, a perve of epic proportions. And apparently his girlfriend goes along with it, sometimes watching herself and sometimes taking are of him while he watches the action inside.
"But what about the girls, don't they freak out when they are caught?" I quizzed.
I remember accidentally catching my sister Kristen giving a blow job in our basement. It was a complete surprise, as I was working out back and glanced through the barely open shades and detected movement and later groans. That caught my attention, and thinking something was wrong I looked inside, only to see the movement was Kristin's head and the groans came from her boyfriend Mark.
Stunned, I dropped the bag I was carrying, which sent sand everywhere and startled the two lovers. An embarrassed Kristin called me a pervert and said she was going to tell our parents, but I reminded her of what she had been doing and we had a stalemate. We both kept quiet.
"It's up to you to make sure the girls don't notice," advised Jake. "It can be done, and it's worth it. Those beds are comfortable and the way the room is configured as long as the girl isn't looking directly at the back window you are in the clear. I mean, they aren't obvious about watching. You won't know they are there."
My ears were stunned, my brain too. The guy was watching Jake and apparently a couple other guys he referred actually do their girlfriends. They didn't are, because they got to show off and have a great time and only had to throw a few bucks Bill's way. He made out well in the wallet and mind. Damn, he got to see some real action.
I told Jake how to set something up, because I wanted to get Melissa alone.
Jake took me to meet Bill the next afternoon. He was actually a nice guy, not some perve looking jerk. A seemingly normal guy, actually. We spoke for a half hour beating around the bush before getting to the issue at hand.
"Look, you are Jake's bud, so you are my bud," said Bill. "I'll cut you a break, $20 bucks for the room, but you have to promise not to trash it. No condoms thrown on the floor, No messes. Just do what you want on the bed, get in and out so to speak."
"And will you?"
"That's part of the deal. We --- my girlfriend and I ---- like to watch. You won't know we are there, but you have to leave the shades open. Got it?"
Nodding my head, I was enticed by the opportunity. What Melissa didn't know wouldn't hurt her!
He had me sign a document that essentially stated I was in full knowledge of what he'd be doing, so that if Melissa found out and complained I'd be equally on the hook. Sounded like a fair trade. I was finally going to get in her pants without fearing being caught by her parents while showing off for someone as well. I could handle it, as long as I could get Melissa to agree to the rendezvous.
The next day Melissa and I met after class and after a little make out session in the car I proposed we visit the motel that weekend. She was reluctant at first, but after a bit gave in.
Turned out her parents were heading to an afternoon cocktail party and weren't expected back until evening. We had to do some planning but the good news is Melissa wanted to get together in private as long as it wasn't at her house. She couldn't chance being caught in the act, especially since her older brother was home from college.
The thought of being able to do it without a chance of getting caught by our parents meant a lot to her. I thought of catching my sister and pointed out with a straight voice out the motel was secluded and safe.
She agreed and I knew I was going to finally get laid!
Melissa and I couldn't wait for our date.
Each time we spoke the intensity of our emotions grew. When we saw each other we'd whisper naughty thoughts, sneaking kisses away from prying eyes when we could. Saturday morning she called and said our date was on, and I gave a silent cheer.
We met in the Mall parking lot and she slipped into my car with a big grin on her face.
"Want to go to the library and study?" she mocked.
I said something about studying but not at the library and started the drive to the outskirts of town and the Capri Motel.
Driving up I realized how cheesy this all felt, but it was a great opportunity and, well, my dick was thinking about how it was finally going to get laid. Parking in front of the office I entered and was greeted by a young girl. Flustered, I mentioned something about a room and she quoted me $65.
I stammered something about Bill and she cut me off. "Oh, you have a reservation? You are just passing through and need to rest for a while....he mentioned it before he went over to the store. Here you are, room A7. I hope you find it comfortable. It's at the end of the row."