It's amazing what thoughts go through your mind when you think you are going to die. I'm sure other guys on the helicopter that day thought about loved ones or maybe their lives passed before their eyes. Me? The thought of the sweetest pussy I ever had went through my mind.
Fall in the mid west is something you have to experience to fully appreciate. I was 18. Thanks to being bounced from faster home and state home I was only a junior in high school. I was working at a local grain and seed store. Essentially just doing grueling, manual labor. That job was the inoculation for my adult hood. Its what started putting major back, shoulder, and arm muscles on me.
After a particularly long day around the shop I was closing up. It was late on Friday night and the football team played that night. I was just getting ready to close the store up and call my on again, off again girlfriend when Becky comes driving up in her little sports car. The football game must be over.
Becky was the quintessential mid west girl. Homecoming queen, captain of the cheerleading squad, local beauty pageant winner and a virgin. Everyone in town knew it because she would constantly announce it. She headed up the virginity pledge bullshit and was always in the front row of church. Even though she was a world class bitch. Practically a proud cock tease. Scuttlebutt had it that she occasionally let guys in her bra and she had given the occasional hand job but that was it. She was also 18 and a senior. She would never be caught with the likes of me. She is too good by every means.
She threw her car in park and came storming up to the store front. She was beautiful. She was wearing the school cheerleading uniform. Purple pleated skirt, tight purple top. White shoes and white ankle socks. B/C cup tits, long brown hair, child bearing hips. The stereotypical mid western girl build. "Wheres my daddy?"
(Her dad owns the store and is what a hundred years earlier would be considered a cattle baron)
"I don't know..." (He left hours ago)
"FUCK!!" She yells and turns back to her car. As she gets ready to get in she stops and is crying.
As I said earlier, she is too good for me. Everyone thinks she is the greatest thing to hit this town and one hell of a trophy. In reality she is a total bitch so why I ask, Ill never know. "Whats wrong?'
"Nothing."
"No, tell me..." I'm standing close to her now. Had anyone seen moment in time we would look like a Normal Rockwell painting. Her in her cheerleading, uniform. Me in my flannel shirt, jeans, and mesh baseball cap.
"Brad (her long time boyfriend, quarterback, Mr popular, the whole 9) cheated on me."
I don't blame the guy, she was an ice queen and everyone knew that she never put out. But not only was he Mr. popular he was a world class prick.
Before long she is crying into my shoulder and I'm hearing how Brad broke her heart because he fucked some cheap slut. She was here looking for her dad because she is a daddy's girl. The reason she yelled "fuck" was because she locked her keys in her car.
The gears start turning and I suggest I drive her home so she can cry to her dad. I open up the passenger door to my 1984 Ford F-150 and she sits sheepishly on the leather bench seat. I fire up the truck and we are on our way.
As if on cue she starts getting teary eyed again. So I find a quiet clearing.
"Here." I hand her a handkerchief.
"Thanks." As she wipes the tears out of her eyes. "Where are we?" As she looks around, not recognizing the location we are now parked in.
"A quiet place. I figured we could get to know each other." Little did she know this is where I take all the cheap girls I've fucked.
"Thanks, but just take me home please."
"Hey now, want to get even with Brad. Maybe make him jealous?"
"Yeah..."
"Lets make out for 20 minutes. Then I'll take you home."
I can see the gears turning in her mind and when the thought of Brad getting red hot angry she lights up "OK". She is pretty sure I know she is a virgin. Little does she know i plan on changing that.
