The story you are about to read is true, the names haven't been changed because no one was innocent. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is not coincidental, it's intentional. This is how we enjoyed one weekend in 1972.
GoodTimeSally.
Another Friday night in this small town. The four of us guys sat around. Boz, Joe, John and I. What are we doing tonight? We all knew what we wanted to do. We wanted to get laid. Weekend was pussy time. And we didn't have anything lined up.
Joe was upset as he sucked on his beer, his honey had broken off with him again, it was no surprise to any of us, the only surprise was that it was news to him. We all knew she'd been fucking around, so had he. Yet now he acted like he was lied to and cheated on. Like he was some fucking innocent victim or something.
It was tough though to lose your best regular in the winter. Spring was easy to get laid, so was summer but when the cold and snow approached we all looked for one good lay to latch on to for the cold months. A good piece of ass to last till spring.
John, now John found himself chasing some jailbait as usual then he got all worried when her mom found out, like her mom cared. I even heard she and my cousin Aaron had a thing. No, not the jailbait, the mom. It was a small town after all. We all knew who was fucking whom. Her mom had helped herself to more than one young boy around town. Now reason for her to get upset when we went after her young daughter.
Now Bozman, we called him Boz, he had the right attitude. He acted like he didn't give a shit. He fucked who he wanted and spent the rest of the time high. He had naturally good looks and a nice build so he fucked, drank and got high, I mean he never could hold a job but he was never without pussy. Damn that guy was a pussy magnet. It wasn't unusual to see some hot lady 10 years older than him leaving in the morning. We enjoyed picking through his overflow.
Ok, then there was me. I was no prince. Sure I had a steady, but she caught me fucking around enough times and she was always out with some older dude from the navy base. Not like she ever dated them very long. She just liked military dick. I didn't care, she was 20, had a tight little cunny and when I could get her alone we always had a good time. I'd have her to myself this winter, she wouldn't go out in the snow to chase strange military cock when I was a phone call away.
No one in our group had any great life or career aspirations. We all graduated a few years back and got jobs at the mill. I just wanted to work and get laid on weekends, is that too much to ask? We all pitched in and rented this house. It soon became known as the party house in town. We always had people coming and going, rock music playing, the smell of pot in the air. It was always party time. That was until the police "invited" us to leave town that following summer. That's a story by itself.
Well, here were all were like a bunch of Friday night losers in the drawing of good living. We all knew what we wanted tonight, We wanted to get laid and for that we wanted Good Time Sally.
We went through the twelve pack fast. That's when someone said, "well you know for a good time..." and we all chimed in, "call Good Time Sally." We all laughed. Yeah that's what we wanted. We all looked over at Bozman. Sally was his find. They graduated high school together. Sally was his play toy before she was our party girl. Like always Boz moved on quickly and shared her with us.
Sally made a dull night into an amazing party. Amazing because she had an engine that would never stop once the proper fuel was added. Sally's engine ran on white powder. We all knew it. She loved it. She loved to party, toot coke and fuck. What more could you want in a beautiful teen girl.
"OK dudes," Bozman said, "pony up, cmon pony up." We all reluctantly reached in our wallets and tossed a couple 20s each on the table. That's a days pay each in 1972 for a few minimum wage stiffs but we knew we'd get a good time for it. Bosman picked it up, counted it and we knew he would make the call. Bosman smiled. He went to make the calls. He never added any money.
Sally had been our go to party girl for a couple of months. She was beauty. Always with the A group, she was untouchable for us nobodies in high school. She quickly married some older guy with a coke habit and that lasted a few months. Seems like there was never enough toot for both of them. Most couples fight over money, they fought over the white powder.
She left him for an older mechanic who dealt coke on the side and they had some big fights. She was using all his inventory. Then he got caught stealing cars and went to jail so she moved back with her mom and she ran into Boz a couple months back.
One weekend Boz brought her over when we had been sharing some coke. Seems a dude with coke was even harder to find in the winter than a fresh piece of ass. Well when we powdered her nose that weekend, the pretty teen divorcee fucked all four of us.
Bozman came out of his room. "It's set dudes, she should be here in a few hours. I gotta go pickup the toot. We knew our plans were to get lost for a few hours. We all knew how it worked. She was Bozmans girl. He'd bring her over, he'd primer her up. Then he'd get the first round and we show up for the night of fun after that.
John, Joe and I left and we headed for the bar sucking down the brewskis. We waited in anticipation watching the young sluts walk around. Nothing too exciting that's for sure.
Little blond Debbie kept waving her cute ass around, like each of us hadn't tapped that one at least once. Most guys in town had. Joe had started playing nice with her. I guess he'd planned her for his backup if the plan with Sally fell through. He came back to the table for his brew.
"Hey Joe," I said, "why didn't we just bring Debbie over and we could all team her."
"Oh no," he said, "she thinks she's respectable, she fucks a different guy every weekend but doing two or more at the same time would make her a slut, she wants to remain respectful," we all laughed. Respectable was not a descriptive any of us would use with Debbie.
Not her friend Sheila either. She was overweight and not too good looking but she did give the best blowjob in town.
I heard she was working the truck stop at times. She definitely had more experience than she should at 19. Sometimes she had more money than she should too.
"Hey Sheila," I said, "you're look good tonight,"
"Oh really," she said. "what are you looking for?" Busting my game that fast.
"Oh Sheila, I just like your company," I said, "you're such a sweet girl," as I softly took her hand.