Better Off
They assured him he would better off afterwards
** There is no sexual contact between minors. All people participating in sexual activity are 18 years old or older. **
Inspired to some degree by the song
I'd Be Better Off
written by Johnny MacRae and Steve Clark. Performed and recorded by Doug Stone.
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"I be better off in a pine box on a slow train back to Georgia,
In the gray walls of a prison doin' time.
Think I rather die and go to hell and face the devil,
Than to lie here, with you and him together on my mind..."
Damn, I hate that song. It hits me every time I hear it and tonight is no exception. I never really drank before my life turned a sad country song clichΓ© but, here I am again for the third night this week.
"Hey Will!" Danny called out. He would probably consider himself to be my friend, but I know that I don't really have any friends. That would require me to allow myself to feel; something I am completely unwilling to do right now.
"Hi Danny, what brings you out on a Thursday evening? Don't you think Carla would like to have you home this evening?"
"She's worried about you, Will. Ever since Amy left, you just aren't the same guy."
"I'm fine! Go on home, Danny. Tell her I said hi."
"Think I'll set and watch a couple of innings of the game with you"
"I haven't even been paying attention to it. The Cardinals and I are having the same kind of year."
"Well, a beer won't hurt and we can catch an inning or two before I head out"
He ordered a lager and turn his attention toward the screen.
I turned my head that way but I wasn't into it. Nothing could hold my attention these days as I searched for an uncomfortable but at least bearable numbness.
As much as I tried to avoid the memories, they always came rushing back to me. That's why drinking had become my new pastime. Anything to not be able to remember. The tears didn't come much these days but the pain never seemed to disappear. There she was again; her face, her laugh, her sound, her smell... just her.
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Amy Stanley (nee Franks) was the love of my life and the bane of my existence. We had met in high school. Yeah, I guess I'm one of those jerks that believed that you could meet your soul mate before you move out of your parents' house. Our friendship started in the 10
th
grade. We were partnered together for a history project. Amy despised our history class and our teacher Coach Sawyer. We spent three weeks working together and became pretty good friends. We both ran in different circles so dating never really crossed our minds but I appreciated her carefree approach to life. We would hang out together when our friend groups bumped into one another in our small town. Both of us were smack dab in the middle of average physically. Amy is 5'4" and 125lbs. Her auburn hair has always been beautiful and a source of fascination for me. She has hazel eyes than wander from greener to more blue depending on her clothing and her mood.
By our junior year of high school, we would seek one another out. I was always attracted to Amy but I didn't feel like she reciprocated my interest. That year I had filled out enough to catch her attention. I was 5'9" and 167 lbs. of pure lean muscle.
Our desire for one another was intense but a boy raised in south Alabama knows that there are limits on far a gentleman can go with a young lady. Our year was filled with some incredibly passionate make out sessions. I became intimately aware of all of her curves; on the outside of her clothing exclusively. Her gait and her curves draw every eye in the room when she walks in. 34 C breasts, a slender waist, and I dream of genie hips were enough to capture my imagination and hold it hostage.
During the fall of our senior year, we both turned 18 and our education continued. I will, unfortunately, carry the memory of Amy's bare breasts with me forever. I say unfortunately because I will never find a set of titties that will entice more. I love her C cups. Her breasts with perfectly proportioned to her body, have light pink areolas with cherry red nipples. In all fairness, they might have been that color because of my lips and tongue.
Exactly two times after seeing them for the first time, I had her on her back wrapping them around my dick. We were both sitting topless in my truck when I made my request.
"Amy, baby, your boobs are so incredible!" (She hates the term titties) "Would you let me rub my dick between them?" She looked at me so wide eyed but her grin was unmistakable.
"Take it out, Will. I want to see it!"
"Help me slide my pants down, baby."
"Will, I like your willie," she giggled, red faced.
"He likes you too, Amy. Do you want to touch him or just rub your boobs on him?"
"Show me how, sweetie."
I took her hand guided it to my cock. Like the rest of me, it's pretty average. About 6 3/4 inches but with good thickness. It didn't look tiny in her hands and that made me feel pretty good.
"It's so hard and thick, baby!"
"You turn me on so much darlin'. After we've been together for an evening my balls just ache. I go home and jerk off three times before I can even think about goin' to sleep."
The flush swept up from her chest all the way to her face. "You make my panties so wet I have to change them before I go to bed," she mumbled. It was my turn to blush.
Thinking about her words, I whispered, "Are they wet right now?"
With wide eyes, she nodded her head in affirmation.
"Can I feel them?"
"Not tonight baby; I'm not ready to go that far. Besides, I think there was something else you wanted to try."
By now, precum was leaking heavily from the head of my circumcised cock. I rolled some around on the head and shaft as she leaned back. Like most sexual acts of inexperienced 18-year-olds, there was a lot of fumbling around. After a short interlude and a few embarrassed giggles, I had my dick between those gorgeous titties. She kissed my abs and squeezed my ass.
"Squeeze them around it, please baby," I moaned.
It only took about 90 seconds of seeing her wrap her perky tits around my cock to set me off. I had never come so hard in my life. Being inexperienced, I failed to warn her and my spunk covered her chin and her cheeks. She had a completely shocked look on her come covered face.
"I am so sorry, baby. Please forgive me! I have never gotten off that hard in my entire life." I found a bottle of water and some left-over napkins. We were able to clean her up pretty well and prayed we didn't miss any.
Our dates usually ended up with us parked somewhere on an old dirt road. It was three weeks later when I told her that I wanted to touch her. I had been cupping her pussy through her jeans ever since she mentioned her wet panties. Tonight, she was wearing a denim skirt and I think she had the same thing in mind.
"Can I see you and touch you tonight, Amy?"
"I would love that Will; I hope you like my panties. I bought'em especially for you."
As her skirt slid up, I looked down and saw a pair of sheer black bikini panties. I could see her thin reddish bush through the material. It was neatly trimmed away from the outer lips of her pussy. I slid my hand up her inner thigh until she gave an involuntary jerk when I made contact with her swollen pussy lips. I looked into her eyes as I gently traced the length of her slit. She pulled by mouth to hers for a deep kiss. As our tongues explored one another, I fingers began to gently explore her very hot and very wet pussy. I found her hymen intact and the entrance to be super tight.
"Show me what feels best, baby"
She took my fingers and guided them to her clit.
"Gently rub me right there," she commanded.
With two fingers I began to rub up and down but I began to catch on when her hips began to gyrate in a circular motion. As we picked up speed, she began to push harder into my hand. Her left hand crawled up to her breast and pulled on her nipple. Her right hand pulled my head to her right nipple and I began to tease it with all that I could.
"I'm going to come, baby!" she moaned.
"Do it for me, Amy" I demanded as I left her breast.
We locked my eyes as hers began to flutter. All of a sudden, they rolled back a closed as she shuddered her way through her climax.
We smiled at one another and began to giggle. Our explorations began to take new avenues as we became comfortable with one another's bodies. I wanted to learn everything I could about Amy, including her body. Amy's gait and her curves drew every eye in the room that she walks in. 34 C breasts, a slender waist, and I dream of genie hips were enough to capture my imagination and hold it hostage.
Spring time rolled around and she joyfully accepted my Prom-posal. Both sets of parents gave us an extended curfew on the night of our senior prom. I had a side job and saved a little money. I was able to get a room at the budget hotel one town over. We couldn't stay all night but I found out that I dearly love to please a girl with my mouth and loved to be pleased by hers. We spent the better part of an hour in a 69. I had learned to warn my love of my impending ejaculation but that night she spoiled me and took my seed in her mouth. I also learned that sucking her clit could drive her right over the edge. We weren't the king and queen of the prom but we didn't care as long as we held each other.