If you asked every guy in my high school, "What is your greatest ambition in life?" I'd say about 95% would answer, "To have sex with Bridget Landau." The girl was sexiest, juiciest, most fantabulously gorgeous piece of ass in Christendom. She'd caused traffic accidents since she was 12, been the object of more masturbation fantasies than Jenna Jameson and Chelsea Clinton combined.
And her mother had decreed that I would be the one to deflower Bridget. Me.
When I say that this honor had me quaking with fear, trembling in my boots, scared out of my wits, well, you'd understand if you knew what probably lay in store for me. Julia, Bridget's mother, was the woman who had deflowered ME. Who had, on our first meeting, fucked me up the ass while I was tied up and helpless. Had, upon our last meeting, fucked me up the ass AGAIN, this time in a stall in the girls bathroom after my high school talent show.
This wasn't going to be one of those tender, coming of age moments. This was going to be seriously fucked up. I was going to have sex with Bridget while her mother supervised, which is usually a turn-off. And Julia had insisted that the deed be done at MY house, and, specifically, in my parents' BED. She wanted to humiliate me, break me, make me her sex slave, all because she lusted so badly for my plus-sized equipment.
Not for the first time, I cursed the heavens for my prodigious endowment. If I'd been blessed with a normal, pedestrian five-incher, how much easier the past few weeks would have been. I wouldn't have been caught by my mother giving myself head. I never would have met Julia.
But, then again, I never would have met Elaine, the sexy, matronly redhead who had given me so much pleasure since my mother introduced us. I wouldn't trade my relationship with Elaine for anything. And that gave me an idea. Well, it gave me the idea to call Elaine. Maybe SHE would have an idea about how to get me out of this mess.
I called her, and told her in a rush about my encounter the night before with Julia. When I finished all she could say was, "I'm sorry, honey. Are you OK?"
I wasn't OK, I was a mess. And my tete-a-tete-a-tete with Julia and Bridget loomed. "Can you talk to her?"
"It won't do any good, darling. She wouldn't care what I had to say. She wants you more than anything else in the world."
"She wants my cock, that's all she wants." I had to compose myself, but when I spoke there was a tremor in my voice. "Is there anything you can do to help me?"
There was a long pause. "Well..." There was another long pause, Elaine was obviously thinking hard about something. "I can at least help with your parents. I'll go out to dinner with them Saturday night. You won't have to worry about them."
That was something. I thanked her profusely and she said, "Don't worry, honey. We'll figure it out. And I have selfish reasons, remember." Her voice changed to a throaty, sexy purr. "I miss having that big cock between my thighs."
I throbbed at the thought of it. "Well, the sooner I get out of this, the better for both of us."
"Maybe something will happen on Saturday, honey."
I hung up, depressed. I only saw disaster in front of me. Elaine told me that, long ago, Julia had been the slave of one of their fellow swingers. I wished I could get find that person and have her rescue me, because it looked like, before long, I was going Julia's slave, completely in her power. My parents had partied with the same crowd as Elaine and Julia, but since I wasn't supposed to know that embarrassing fact about my folks I couldn't very well go up to my folks and ask for the info.
I got home and Mom was in the kitchen. I poured a glass of milk and when I closed the refrigerator door she was staring at me. "Anything wrong?" she asked. "You look a bit down."
"No, everything's fine," I lied. I wasn't about to tell my mother about my predicament. There was no one to turn to. I'd have to get through this on my own.
*****
The week absolutely flew by. Every time I saw Bridget I looked for some sign of nervousness, or anxiety, and saw none. She was as big a bitch as always. I thought, hopefully, that maybe it was because she was having her period, and would therefore necessitate a postponement of our rendezvous. But, no, she was always that big a bitch.
She was also that gorgeous. It was almost painful to look at her, and know that you could never have her. Of course, I WAS going to have her, but it would only be one time, and under the threat of Julia's revenge. But to actually have her as a girlfriend, hold hands with her, have her really like you-that would be too good to be true. Then again, that would mean her personality would have to totally change, because she was an insufferable brat. Maybe someday she'd grow up. Maybe.
During the whole day Saturday I was a nervous wreck. I stayed in my room and pretended to read. Julia and Bridget were due to arrive at seven. My parents planned on leaving at 6:30. That was cutting it pretty close. I hoped my folks wouldn't be tardy and Julia wouldn't be early. That would make things difficult.
But at 6:30 sharp my dad poked his head in and said, "We're outta here. You sure you feel OK?"
"I'm fine. Where are you guys going?"
"To get some Chinese at this new place that opened up near the mall. We're going with a friend of ours. Do you remember Elaine Robinson? You came with us to the funeral home, for her husband, right?"