I went to a high school in a medium sized town. Very few who went to the school with me will remember me.
My father died when I was still in grade school. My mother raised me by herself until some ass hole killed her in a $39 robbery.
As an orphan I was cared for by the state until I was 18-years-old. Then the state, in effect, told me not to let the screen door hit me in the ass on the way out.
Since my only hope for a decent life was a college degree, I had studied very hard all through high school. I studied so hard I had little time for anything else. I studied hard enough that I won the kind of grades I needed for a scholarship and was all set to attend State University. I had the insurance money from my mother's death and, with the scholarship, I could just about make it through college and then I could support myself. In the meantime, money was tight.
I plan to take the Greyhound over to State and find myself a place to live in town there. I am packing what little stuff I have when, who comes to call on me but Michelle.
Michelle is the daughter of the richest man in town and has been a big socialite in high school, up until we both graduated. I have never really met Michelle all through school. Well, Michelle did interview me for the school newspaper. The interview was just to nail down the exact scholarship I had won, that I was going to State and my grade point average, stuff like that.
Michelle has some good news for me. She will be driving over to the area where State is located and she will give me a ride over.
I can't believe my good luck! I will get to State without having to pay Greyhound. My finances are looking up!
Michelle wants to pick me up early in the morning. Hell, if I can save the Greyhound fare even 2AM is fine with me. Actually, it is more like 6:30AM.
Michelle picks me up and I load my trunk and my suitcase in the trunk of her convertible. I notice that Michelle already has a large suitcase in the trunk. When we are loaded up, away we go.
As we drive along, Michelle has more good news. Her father has talked to someone over by State and they have a little cottage they will rent me cheap. Since cheap is about all my budget will stand, I am delighted.
Then Michelle asks me about my studies and my plans after graduation.
I think this last request is a bit strange, since it is deadly dull stuff. I plan to take studies that will lead me to a pretty good job in the big city. Thus, I will work and study at State and then try to find a job in some big city. I tell Michelle as much. She has more questions and the questions stop only when she seems quite satisfied that I will never return to her hometown. I wonder why that last matters to Michelle.
She then starts to tell me something about her big romance with the boy who will take over as manager of her father's business empire. The stud is tall and handsome and thrilling and sophisticated and so on and so on.
I am curious to know if he can also walk on water, but I think it best not to ask.
In the course of time [actually quite a lot of time] Michelle finally works her way around to her area of concern. Her big handsome stud is a man of the world. He obviously deserves a woman experienced in the ways of the world, etc.
It turns out that Michelle lacks experience in one specific area. The need for that particular experience is why Michelle wants to drive me to State. What Michelle wants me to do is fuck for my fare to State.
Well, I am willing, even eager. I tell Michelle that she is the girl from school I would most like to sleep with. Michelle just grins, however, she does not meet my gaze.
We get to the State University area. Michelle has a map of where we want to go. The place where we are to have our experience is on a quiet little side street just off a main road.
It is a motel named 'The Garden Of Eden.' It is rather plain from the outside as a high brick fence surrounds it. We drive in to the fenced courtyard and register as Mr. and Mrs. John Smith. Michelle then drives us back to our assigned room and I get our suitcases out of the trunk.
The room is fancy looking in a sort of shabby, elegant way. It is decorated in red, black and wood paneling. The lighting is so dim that the casual visitor won't notice that there are patched places in the walls. There is a big bed at one end of the room.
Michelle just goes into the bathroom without a word to me.
I get undressed, put on a condom that Michelle furnished me and lie in the bed. I am a little nervous. I wait for quite a long while and then an also very nervous Michelle comes out of the bathroom in a very tiny little see through nightie. She runs over and kind of jumps in the other side of the bed.
Michelle is so damn nervous that I think to calm her a bit before we get started. I tell her how sexy her tits are. Michelle smiles and arches her back a little to show them off to me. I reach over and softly start to stroke one of Michele's tits. She doesn't stop me or really say anything, she just moans softly. I inch over and, with my other hand, I start to gently rub Michelle's closely trimmed pussy. I don't know how much pressure to use, but Michelle solves that little problem for me as she begins to gently buck her hips into my probing hand.
