Janie Walsh was frustrated! She'd been hot for her childhood friend Jeff ever since...forever! But he just treated her like a pal and never quite understood her feeling for him. She needed help.
So Janie asked her Mom one day after school about this. "Mom, how do I get a boy to, you know, notice me?" she asked.
"Now, who might this be?" Her mother replied. Janie lowered her eyes and muttered "Oh...you know."
Yes, Maxine knew exactly who her little daughter was talking about. A family friend with whom they shared Thanksgiving every year. Jeff was a year ahead of Janie and, quite honestly, didn't take her seriously as a love interest. "Well, maybe you need to find something that he likes to do and then ask him along. If you two spend some time together, maybe he'll get the hint."
Janie thought a minute and then remembered. "He likes Roller Derby! He's always talking about the L.A. T-Birds. They skate down at the Olympic auditorium!"
Max just rolled her eyes. The things I do for my daughter, she thought to herself. "Well...how about we just happen to end up with an extra ticket for their next game? Then you can invite him along."
Janie knew this meant going out with her mother and father as well as her little brother. Not exactly the most romantic situation she could think of but...but it would have to do.
"You can dress up very feminine honey." Her mother told the lovestruck schoolgirl. "He probably thinks of you as a tomboy since you grew up playing ball together."
Well Janie did the best she could to dress sexy, as sexy as she could seeing as how her father was going along. And he kept wondering how they ended up with five tickets? Janie managed to at least sit right next to Jeff in the back seat on the way home and even sang along with"Johnny Angel" when it came on the radio.
But Jeff? All he could talk about was the Roller Girls and how nasty Shirley Hardman was. "She actually spit into the crowd!" He said shaking his head. "Did you see that?"
Janie had to admit the evening had been a flop when she got home. She knew even though they had a good time together that night she was no closer to getting Jeff's attention.
"I just love him so much!" Janie said to herself that night as she snuggled in her bed. She moved her hand down to her little white panties and began to softly stroke her pussy through the thin fabric. She tried to remember the sensation of sitting right next to her red haired heartthrob and smelling his Old Spice aftershave. "He doesn't even know how much I want him." She moaned in frustration. She tried to imagine what it would be like to be lying there with Jeff. Kissing him! She wished it was his hand feeling her flimsy little panties and then moving inside to feel her bare pussy! His penis all hard and ready for penetration! She worked her fingers repeatedly into her virgin panties and then she pulled the legband to one side and tentatively touched her unspoiled pussy lips.
"Oh, I've just got to have him!" She gasped as her fingers began to enter her sparsely haired pussy. "I know I can make him happy...I just know it!"
Janie's hardworking fingers eventually sent her into a swoon and she achieved the release she so desperately sought. She figured she would sleep in tomorrow and try to come up with a plan "B".
Alas it was not to be. About 7:30 a.m. she was awakened by the loud rumblings of the souped up '57 Chevy that belonged to her next door neighbor. The greasy guy her parents always referred to as "That Juvenile Delinquent." Everyone loved Mrs. Graham but, when her wayward son returned home...some said from jail, well, things changed next door. Danny had loads of hot rod buddies and they would hang around the garage all day working on their cars. Danny was considered the best mechanic of the lot so he had no shortage of friends who needed his expertise. He supposedly also owned a dragster but no one had ever seen it.
So, at any time of the day or night, it was possible to have your thoughts interrupted by someone gunning some kind of souped up motor, or tires screeching, or even a horn honking since his rude friends would rather he come out to the curb than go knock politely on the door. Mrs. Graham was apologetic but insisted he "Was a good boy" and just needed a little time to get going in the right direction.
"Right direction my ass!" Janie's father would say. "He's on the highway to hell and the sooner he gets there the better!"
Janie only know Danny on a slight smile and wave basis and had no desire to know him any better than that. Well...not until one day when her little Falcon wouldn't start. Her parents had already left for work and it was way too far to walk to school. Wouldn't turn over. Just "Click...click."
All of the sudden the young high schooler looked up to see Danny Graham peering into the window. Janie rolled down her window and Danny asked "Need a little help?"
"Gee thanks!" Janie gushed. "It's always started before, I'm not sure what happened."
"Piece of shit Ford..." Danny muttered as he opened the hood and looked inside. "Hmmm...you got any steel wool?" He asked.
Janie found herself looking right into Danny's piercing blue eyes. His face looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days and his grubby tee shirt had black grease stains on it. Then...then he smiled at her. Janie was a bit confused but collected herself and began to think about his question.
"I...I don't really know." She answered quietly. "My Dad might have some someplace but..."
"Oh, no problem. Hang on, I'll be back." And couple of minutes later, Danny returned with a wire brush. By now Janie was out of the car and watching as Danny cleaned the battery cables with the brush. He smelled like a combination of perspiration and Butch Wax. She couldn't help but notice he was a good six inches taller than her and sported an anchor tattoo.
"You were...in the Navy?" She asked.
Danny looked right into Janies' perplexed face and sarcastically replied "Yeah, and somehow the boat didn't sink. OK, go ahead and give it a try."
The 18 year old student jumped in her Futura and, sure enough, it started right up.
"Gee...thanks..."
