Neither said a word for the entire four blocks back to the parking lot beside the theater. Deej was wrapped up in his thoughts of anger, then of planning his revenge on the reticent girl beside him. Carole had begun to realize that her boyfriend was angry and didn't know what to say, so she walked silently. She didn't know how to make amends and it was beginning to gnaw at her as they neared the car. All she knew was that she couldn't stand it if Deej broke up with her. He was the only boy she had ever loved, even kissed, and she felt her life would end if he left her.
When they reached the car, Deej held the door open for Carole, still not speaking, then went around the car and got in the driver's seat. Carole sat there silently, looking down at her clasped hands, wondering if Deej was going to break up with her, her mind racing for a means to keep that from happening. Then, as if nothing had happened, Deej put his arm around her shoulders and drew her to him, tilting his head to kiss her, his lips first lightly brushing her full, unpainted lips, followed by his tongue lightly probing, then opening her warm mouth as Carole responded, her heart seeming to jump with joy that this perfect boy would still want her to be his girlfriend.
The passion in their kiss deepened as their tongues danced together, then began to spread to both their bodies, the rapidly increasing breath from both caressing each other's cheeks warmly. As he felt Carole's eager response, Deej used his left hand to gently massage her breasts through her dress, his touch increasing the young girl's passion dramatically. Deej used his right hand to stealthily unhook the snap at the back of her dress, then began to work the wide straps off of each shoulder to the middle of her upper arms. Pulling the now-willing girl slightly forward, Deej reached inside the open back of her dress and fumbled with the hooks in her bra, mentally cursing the design of the two metal hooks he had to undo before the bra would loosen. After several tries, Deej finally achieved his goal as he felt the elastic in her bra pull the strap apart in his hand, freeing her breasts from the tight restraint of the cotton material.
Deej's left hand immediately moved inside the drooping top of Carole's dress and pulled the unhooked bra off of her mounds of flesh, tucking it under her chin. His hand then pushed the material at the front of her dress down until it rested under the creamy white globes, both breasts now pointing forward, the youthful flesh non-sagging and firm. Deej's fingers moved to the nipple on one breast and began to lightly roll it between his thumb and forefinger, feeling the soft, wrinkled skin grow outward with his manipulations, becoming hard and erasing the wrinkles. Deej broke off the lengthy, breathless kiss and bent his head to Carole's exposed breasts, taking the nipple he had been massaging into his warm mouth, his tongue flicking the distended, sensitive flesh, pausing briefly to nip at it with his front teeth, then sucking on the nipple like a newborn baby, gradually enveloping the darker pink skin surrounding the nipple with his mouth. He heard and felt Carole's breathing increase as he sucked on her tit, her breasts heaving as the passion overcame her. Deej moved his left hand to the hem of Carole's dress and pulled it upward, having to pull the tight material first up one leg and then the other, until it rested at her rounded hips, revealing the crotch of her white panties, starkly contrasted against the deep tan of her thighs.
Deej rested his hand on the middle of the now bare thigh and Carole's legs immediately parted invitingly. He returned his mouth to hers, resuming their feverish kissing, as he moved his hand up and down the inside of her thigh, marveling at the smoothness of her skin as though it was a new discovery. He brought his fingers up to the crotch of her panties and was pleased to find that her passion had dampened the double layer of cotton, further betraying her desire. Deej's middle finger lightly probed against the cloth, making it sink into the hot, wet folds of skin beneath and causing Carole's breathing to increase even more, the fingers of one hand digging into his shoulder as she felt the now-familiar touch.
The probing hand moved up Carole's flat belly to the waistband of her panties and began to work them downward, stretching the elastic to near-breaking, until they were just a roll of material encircling her curvy hips, exposing a curly triangle of hair slightly darker than on her head beneath her white belly. Using both hands, Deej pulled the rolled up panties down to Carole's knees, then, lifting first one leg and then the other, pulled the undies over her shoes and dropped them on the floorboard. His hand returned to her now-naked crotch, first cupping the warmth in his hand, then teasingly running his fingers through the silky hairs and lightly down the swelling lips, causing the heated girl's body to twitch slightly and her legs open wider with her pent-up desire. After a couple of minutes of Deej's torturous stroking of Carole's palpitating pussy lips, Deej let his finger enter the juice-filled lips, stroking the hidden entrance to her body, letting his finger lightly, agonizingly, brush the erect clit above the entrance, making the muscles in Carole's firm thighs involuntarily tighten and loosen with each touch. It seemed like an eternity to her before Deej let his finger slide into the small opening to her pussy, and when she felt the finger sink into her hot insides, Carole raised her hips to meet the probing digit, eager for the sensations she had come to love since the first time Deej had shown her the pleasures of his touch.
Just as quickly as Deej had begun his seduction of her willing body, he stopped, removing his hand from her very hot and wet pussy, and straightened in his seat as he suggested, "Let's go somewhere."
Carole nodded breathlessly, her face flushed with passion, then she pushed her bra down as she pulled her dress up to cover her naked breasts.
Deej started the car and pulled out of the dark parking lot. Once on the street, he steered with his left hand while his right hand rested between Carole's still-parted legs, a finger stroking the blood-filled lips, wanting to keep her arousal at fever pitch. He headed toward the northwest part of town while he formulated a plan in his revenge-bent mind, not speaking to the pretty girl now sitting pressed up against him, eyes closed, her head resting against his shoulder, her breathing continuing in heavy, chest-heaving movement as Deej stroked and probed her soaked cunt.
It was only a few blocks from the theater in the middle of town to the place Deej had decided on as he drove and in a matter of minutes, he reached the area known locally as 'nigger town'. That was a typical name for black residential areas in the south of the 1960s. The races were still very much segregated, each race seemingly preferring to remain in their own area, with the only intermingling occurring on the job, if at all. Carole had been raised in Pittsburgh and, although there wasn't quite as much segregation, each race's attitude toward the other wasn't any different than in the south. White women were often raised to suspect and fear blacks, often having the fear implanted in them that all black men wanted to rape white women. Carole possessed that fear and distrust, partly from ignorance, but mostly from family and friends often repeating unverified stories of the atrocities of blacks in general. Deej had decided to use that fear to teach Carole a lesson she would not forget and to exact the revenge on her for her earlier affront to his pride.
Deej drove down a couple of side streets in the northwest area, curiously observing the ramshackle condition of most of the houses populating both sides of the streets, interspersed periodically by a small business or two, with a few bars scattered throughout the community. Deej made a turn onto one street and saw a bar or night club of some sort about a block ahead with a few blacks standing outside on the sidewalk, a few appearing to be holding either beer bottles or bagged drinks. He quickly looked at Carole and saw her eyes were still closed, her mouth partly open, sensually breathing in short, rapid gasps as Deej rubbed her slit. He was relieved to see she hadn't seen where they were, knowing she would have panicked at even the thought of being in 'nigger town'. He drove past the bar, counting at least six men on the sidewalk on the other side of the street, glad to see that other buildings in the area appeared to be closed and dark.
Deej drove straight for a couple of blocks before he saw what he had been looking for as he drove. On his left was a row of two-story warehouses, barely lit with one street light at the corner. Deej drove past the first two warehouses before he saw a narrow alley running between the second and third block building. He slowly turned into the alley, stopping at the entrance to let the car lights illuminate the darkness ahead. Deej could see that the alley went on past the two warehouses to the street beyond, but saw nothing else except the usual litter on both sides. "Perfect," Deej thought, and pulled on into the dark alley about fifty feet before he turned off the headlights and stopped the car.
Hearing the engine stopping, Carole opened her heavy-lidded eyes and purred, "Are we there?" Then, before Deej could answer, she realized she didn't recognize their surroundings, causing her to add, "Where are we, Deej?"
Deej stuck his finger up her wet hole as he answered, "This is a new place I thought we'd try. That's all."
