Tommy joined the army after he graduated from high school, not sure of what he wanted to do with his life. He discovered that he liked the military life and put in twenty years, retiring as a Chief Master Sergeant.
He went to college on the G. I. Bill and became a certified teacher of history. The best paying jobs were in high schools and he took one. It was difficult for him because he felt drawn to teen pussy, but he resisted his impulses and put in twenty years.
Tommy was still a relatively young man when he finished his career as a high school teacher. A life of leisure seemed too boring and so he enrolled in a junior college, taking courses that led to being certified as a legal assistant. His interest in teen pussy continued to be serious, some might call it obsessive. It frightened him but he was unable to control it completely. It was like an addiction.
As a young enlisted man it was not difficult to pick up teen girls; at USO clubs, church events [He found that churches were a prime source of pickups], and malls. He was very careful to check out their ages before he pursued them for sex. To his great delight, few girls turned him down.
As Tommy grew older, he discovered that picking up teen girls was more and more difficult. They treated him as if he were a dirty old man. And, he had to admit to himself, he was. He loved the feel of teen pussy under his lips, their aroma, the texture of teen pussy, and the taste compared to that of older women.
He graduated at the top of his class as a legal assistant and had the pick of several top law firms that were bidding for his services. He chose a medium-sized firm that did everything from trial work to estate planning. He felt that this would give him experience in many areas, if he chose to go on to law school.
Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, his interest in teen pussy did not go away. Tommy knew he was courting trouble when he took a day off to cruise past high schools at the time school let out, but he could not help himself.
His desire for teen pussy was now taking hold of his psyche. His body trembled uncontrollably as he drove along the roads where the teens walked home from high school, or waited for their buses. His eyes focused on the lithe bodies of the teen girls as they swung their hips and asses in which to him seemed to be a seductive invitation for him to pick them up. Sometimes he was right.
High school girls, he finally realized, were too dangerous. He could get in serious trouble if he picked up an underage girl. He decided to cruise the junior college from which he had graduated.
One day he cruised by the junior college just as Amy Frasier and Nancy Riordan walked hand in hand down the ramp leading to the street corner where a bus would pull up shortly. "Take a quick look around, Amy but don't stare. I see the same car we saw yesterday," Nancy whispered.
Amy looked around casually and made note of the odd looking silver car. It was big and boxy looking, not at all modern. Yet it had a certain charm about it. She caught a glimpse of the driver, an older man with hair to match the color of the car.
She smiled at her friend as she whispered to her, "Looks like he's trolling for a pickup. I think we have a dirty old man here Nancy." She giggled as she continued. "I've never met one. Have you?"
Nancy shook her head. "No. I haven't. What do you think? Should we let him pick us up? We are together and I don't see that he could do anything to us." She smiled broadly, continuing "Unless we want him to, that is."
Amy's eyes widened as she looked at her friend. They had often talked about dirty old men and the cautionary advice their parents had been giving them since they were old enough to walk across the street. She and Nancy had masturbated together many a night as they created imaginary scenarios of old men picking them up and eating their pussies.
She made up her mind quickly. "Let's Nancy. Hell. We're of age. We can do what we want. We'll let him take us to my house and you can get a ride home from mom when she gets home from work." As she finished talking she led Nancy to the corner across from the junior college and looked idly up and down the street.
A couple of minutes later the same silver car came around the corner and stopped at the stop sign. A nice looking older man looked at the girls, a smile on his face.
Amy, the more daring of the two, went over to the car and leaned her head through the open window. Looking inside and then at the man, she said, "Wow. This is some car." She meant it. The car had a huge backseat and a bench seat in front. She had never seen a car like it before.
"What's it called? She asked.
"It's a Checker Marathon, a 1973 model; the last one with chrome bumpers. Would you and your friend like to give it a try? I'll be glad to take you home."
Amy looked at Nancy as she concealed the excitement she felt. "What do you think, Nancy? Should we take a chance? He seems safe enough."
Nancy looked into the car and at the man, who seemed a bit nervous, but otherwise harmless. He's probably scared, she thought; probably nervous about picking up young women. All this ran through her mind in just a second. Pretending to hesitate, she looked at the man closely. She was getting excited sexually by this scene. "Sure. Why not, Amy. The bus is late and I'd like to get to your house so we can play that new computer game your mom bought you."
Tommy pulled the door release buttons to the back and front doors and the two young women clambered into the car, Amy in the front seat. Amy looked at the seatbelt arrangement and realized she had no idea how it worked. "This belt is something new to me," she said as she looked at Tommy. "You'll have to show me how it works."
Tommy licked his dry lips as he looked at the svelte body of the young woman seated next to the passenger side door. He smiled as he reached across her body to get the strap that went from the right shoulder to the left waist of the passenger, his arm grazing her pert tits encased in a tight sweater. Let me show you how it works." He told her.
His hands trembled a bit as he pulled the strap across Amy's breasts and down to the left side of her waist. Fumbling with the sexual tension that was building inside him, he reached across her and pulled on the belt that now went across Amy's thighs to her waist, where it joined with the other belt.
Amy pretended not to notice how much he was touching her. This was sort of fun, she thought. And he is nervous; his hands are shaking he's so excited and I think I can see a hardon tenting his pants.
"These two parts go together and then they click into this holder by your left side." He told her as he fastened the belt. His hands, though they did so briefly, touched her thighs and her waist, sending another little thrill of sexual excitement through his body. It had been years since he had touched a young woman's body and even this brief contact excited him greatly.
Amy was a little amused and also excited as she felt Tommy's hands touching her breasts, thighs, and waist briefly as he fastened the belt. He's not feeling me up, she thought, but he is definitely getting a feel. She looked at him and saw the tension in his face. She smiled at him when he had finished. "Thanks. I would never have figured that out." She told him.
Nancy strapped the lap belt provided for back seat passengers in this car and looked around. This is some lover's car, she thought. I could stretch out and have sex right in this back seat. There is room for a man to get on his knees and put his head in my lap. She flushed as the thoughts of having sex in this car flashed through her mind. "Look at this back seat, Amy," she said. "I've never seen anything like it."
Amy twisted around to get a look into the back seat. As she did so her legs opened slightly and her tight, short skirt rose up her thighs. She caught a glimpse of Tommy staring at her thighs out of the corner of her eye as she faced the rear of the car. Oh. Oh, she thought. I didn't mean to, but I bet I've given him a good look up my skirt all the way to my panties.
This thought made her excited and she held the pose as she looked around the back seat. "It is something else, Nancy," she said, letting her legs part even more. I'll give him a good look just in case he missed anything, she told herself.
Tommy's cock stiffened further and definitely tented his pants as he stared up the skirt of this sexy looking young woman. He licked his lips as the thin band covering her pussy came into view. And stayed in view. Taking his eyes from her crotch, he looked momentarily at Amy's face. She doesn't look as if she means to be flashing me, he thought, his eyes going back to her graceful thighs and sexy panties.
Amy turned around quickly and faced the front, looking into Tommy's face as she did. Tommy jerked his eyes from her crotch. His face flushed when their eyes met. She knows I was peeping up her skirt, he thought, but she seems unconcerned. His sexual, excitement increased as he contemplated this thought. She is cute, he thought, and though her tits are small, they look very nice: nice legs too.
"Where to, girls?" He asked. "My name, by the way, is Tommy."
Amy put out her hand. "I'm Amy and that is Nancy in the back."
Tommy took her hand and shook it and waved to Nancy who waved back.
Amy directed Tommy to her street. She chatted Tommy up as they drove, telling him she and Nancy were freshmen at the junior college; that they were both undecided as to what they wanted to do for a major, and both were army brats
He explained that he was a legal assistant and was taking some time off after several difficult cases that had taken a lot of his time. "I graduated from that junior college and I like to drive by it from time to time to see how it is." He told the girls.
Nancy winked at Amy in the big mirror that ran all the way across the car above the windshield, as if to say, "I'll bet he is just driving around. Like several times around the block where the junior college is located."
Nancy's house was at the end of a curved and secluded driveway that made a circle at the front of the house. Tommy took note that the house was concealed from the street by the curving driveway.
Tommy brought the car to a halt and turned to face Amy. "Here you are, safe and sound," he told her, a smile on his face.
