--------- Ernie ---------
The first time I remember seeing Susie Walker was at the Black Hawk Bowling Ally. I must have been, maybe 18 at the time, while she was a year or two older. I watched her big round ass as she loosed another ball at the pins. The prick pleasing, cheeky mounds jiggled under her blue dress as she stepped toward the line, bent down low, and sent the heavy bowling ball on its way.
"Umm, look at those big titties swing," I thought to myself, my teenage prick hardening. Susie's tits were notorious in our blue collar town. Every man knew of Susie's big swinging melons.
But she wasn't just a pair of sweet tits. She also had a beautiful round face, with big blue eyes, a cute upturned nose, and full lush red lips. Susie was a tall girl, with two meaty thighs and long sexy legs. Susie's thick wavy hair was the color of honey. It rowed and flowed over her proud breasts and down her back. She was a looker, no doubt about that, and she had a reputation as being a feisty, spitfire of a gal. Her full teen figure jiggled in the most delightful, prick tingling way.
But it was her ass I found most mesmerizing. Nice and round, a good cheeky ham. I imagined slapping my open palm down firmly on her big butt cheeks, and the nice loud SMACK it would make.
My imagination ran wild. There was Susie and I, alone in the after hours of the bowling ally, now quiet and dark. Susie, completely nude, lies on her stomach, sprawled across a dining table in the bowling ally coffee shop. The one next to the jukebox. Suddenly a Buddy Holly record starts to play, "Maybe Baby"--and Susie begins to sway her sweet ass back and forth. Her delicious butt waves at me, and beckons me like Odysseus to the rocks. Two big cheeky rocks, in this case. She looks back at me, reaches back, and spreads her big butt wide. I could just imagine her golden brown asshole winking at me, and her hairy dripping pink pussy, glistening in the light of the neon beer sign.
"Please Ernie," she pleads, "please fuck me, baby. My pussy really needs your BIG HARD MAN COCK!"
A waitress jolted me back to reality.
"You want another one, hon?" she asked, pointing to my empty drink glass. I shifted to hide my teenage erection, and shook my head.
The bowling ball hurried down the lane, and bullied its way through the pins. It was a perfect strike. The pins toppled against one another until none remained standing, then the catcher swooped down and cleanly swept them all away.
Luc was Susie's boyfriend at the time, and known to be a real asshole. He let out a loud, obnoxious whistle in the smokey, echo-y building.
Ah, the Bowling Alley. The American institution. A unique cacophony of heavy spheroids lumbering down hardwood lanes, crashing into the wooden soldiers, all standing in formation, waiting for their abuse. Smashing, falling, resetting. The crash of the strikes against the pins sounding off like mini explosions. The gutter ball sings its refrain. Each lane playing its melody, amidst the constant chatter of pure white trash, with their excited chirps and dweerps, over their stupid fucking game, and mundane little lives. The whole soiled orchestra gelled together in the unique, percussive, reverberant space, that is the bowling experience. It was a place unto itself, but made more pleasant by creatures such as Susie, and her big round ass, I thought.
"Good one, Susie!" dumb ass Luc exclaimed. What a fuck wit. Susie smacked her gum and smiled as she returned to her seat, no need for a second ball in that frame.
Lucas jumped up to grab her and give her a kiss. Sure, any excuse to run his hands down her dress and give that ass a squeeze. Susie was tall, but Lucas was taller. They pressed their wet lips together and he pushed his stiff jeans against her body. His hands squeezed her ass as he clutched at her. Hell, I couldn't really blame for doing that, I'd have done the same, if I could've, or at least, my prick would've, if it could've.
She finally had to push him away, to wiggle out and escape his embrace. She said some thing to him, rolled her eyes, and laughed. Lucas gave her a playful swat on the ass as she turned away.
"Ouch! You fucker!" Susie said as she whirled back around and punched him on the arm, in retaliation. Luc just grinned.
Yes, the men liked Susie. And as I would come to find out later, Susie liked her men too. She sure did.
It was many and many more years later, and high school was a distant memory, that I found myself in a bar on the outskirts of town, sitting beside Susie Walker. Sure, she had put on a few pounds, but she still had the curves. Her pretty teenaged face was a thing of the past now. It had widened as the cruel years had passed, but through my rose colored glasses, when I looked at her, I still saw the teenage beauty of my youth, especially after a few bourbons.
And she still had a fine, full figure. A few extra pounds or not, Susie still got lots of attention from the men in the bar. And she still had those fuckin' tits!
I still can't remember exactly how it happened, but there I was, following Susie to her place, in the back corner of a trailer park, off of Farm to Market road 2918. She had a nice double wide trailer, tucked away under a big oak tree.
As Susie and I sat on her couch, suddenly every thing just spilled out.
