*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
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Sitting in the Oakleaf, Texas jail, Albert Rosenberg wondered what time it was.
He'd snuck out of work a few hours early, left at four instead of six thirty like he normally would.
A sudden fear gripped him. Work. He wondered if he would still have a job after they found out about his third arrest for DUI.
He'd left work and headed to Tijuana Jack's for their ice cold beers and their red hot strippers.
It had been just after eight o'clock when he'd been pulled over by the very courteous police officer and a few minutes after nine o'clock when he'd been brought into the cell with the very talkative Brandon Wright.
The handsome young man, with his thick brown hair and bright green eyes had been talking and talking and talking, and showed no signs of slowing down.
"Yeah, my sister's birthday's on June twenty first, Summer Solstice," Brandon smiled at the thought of his sister. "Turned eighteen."
5.5.5
At first Linda acted like hell would freeze over and Jesus would come again before she'd ever go to my sister's birthday with me. She demanded to know why I was asking her, why I even thought she'd want to go anywhere near me.
"Because I'd like you to," was my brilliant answer.
"I'll think about it," she snapped, beautiful face twisted in a sneer.
Then she slammed the door in my face.
"Well, that went well," Derek teased me.
"Fuck you, ass hole," I said and decided I'd had enough of this shit and I went home.
Donna was thrilled that Derek was coming, but tried to act like it was no big deal. She was surprised and a little giddy that I'd invited Linda, Derek's sister as well.
"Linda? She's so cool," Donna said.
Dad wouldn't agree with that statement. But neither Donna nor I cared one bit what the Reverend Always Right thought.
The party was scheduled for the next Saturday, around eleven thirty. Dad planned on barbequing, burning a few hamburgers, planned on charcoaling some hot dogs, ashes to ashes. Mom would make beans and potato salad, and it would be my job to crank the ice cream maker.
We had pointed out to our dad that they'd invented electric ice cream makers, but he was dead set against technology invading our family tradition of turning any celebration into an endurance contest.
Many of Donna's friends were all right and some of them are actually kind of cute. But they all were members of our church and didn't want to talk about sucking cock, or getting fucked, or getting fucked up. I was overjoyed when Derek and Linda showed up. Linda walked straight over to me and kissed me, directly on the lips.
"Hi there! I'm Alan, Brandon's older brother," Dad said to Linda, flirting clumsily.
"Hi, I'm Linda," she said politely. "Oh, hey! There's the birthday girl!"
"She has on way too much make up," Dad hissed at me.
"But didn't stop you from looking like a fool," I wanted to his back, but didn't.
"Hey!" Donna happily greeted Linda, then shyly greeted Derek.
Derek's gift was a one thousand piece jigsaw puzzle, an Oreo cookie on a black lacquered table.
"Supposed be super hard, but I remembered how smart you were," Derek explained.
He earned himself some extra credit with my father; Dad liked hearing how smart his little angel was.
Linda's gift was a globe of the Earth that doubled as a piggy bank.
"And I stuffed a five in it," Linda admitted.
My gift to Donna was a book on the birds that are native to Texas; my sister loves birds. She could sit for hours with a pair of binoculars watching birds fucking, shitting, popping out eggs.
And finally, hot and sweaty from being forced to stay outside to celebrate my sister turning eighteen, eating half burned, half raw food, Derek and Linda and I were free to go.
"Mom's got a date," Linda informed me.
"Oh, okay," I shrugged.
"So, you uh, you want to..." Linda cooed suggestively, linking arms with me.
"Oh boy, do I want to," I admitted and Linda giggled happily.
We returned to the trailer and Linda dragged me into her room. She put on some music; she wanted me to hear this one song. She sped up the cassette tape, then saw she'd gone too far, then rewound it, then finally got it close enough and hit 'play' on her stereo.
The music was the usual overproduced synthesizer crap and the guy started off singing in a whining, whimpering voice. At first I couldn't tell if it was a guy or a girl; whining is whining, no matter what gender the singer.
Linda pushed me onto her unmade bed, on top of the piles of clothing, and straddled me.
"Isn't this beautiful?" she enthused, then kissed me deeply before I could answer.
Linda and Vickie looked exactly alike, except that, without a bra, Linda's tits sat a little higher on her chest. But, thankfully, Linda's breath, Linda's tongue tasted a lot nicer.
"Yeah, it's really something," I agreed when the man's voice, yes it was a man, when his voice had dropped to a reasonable croon.
The same words, the same empty promises as all the other songs Linda loved so much. Love, true love, everlasting love, a love that was destined to be, a love that would never fade.
Ever notice how the guys that sing all this shit have like fifteen or sixteen kids from eight or nine different mommas? I guess 'forever' really means 'until someone better looking than your fine ass comes along.'
Linda shimmied out of her top and bra and sighed appreciatively when I slung my shirt on her bedroom floor. We lay, her straddling me, pressing her nice tits into my chest, kissing.
"You feel it?" she asked, looking away as another syrupy song started to whine and warble.
I could feel her hard nipples pushing into me, could feel her weight on me, could feel the heat of her crotch as she ground against my hard cock. I could feel the moistness of her lips when we kissed, could feel her silky hair as it fanned out around my face.
"Yeah," I agreed.
That must have been the right thing to say because she sighed and kissed me again.
"Let's do it," she whispered. "Here, I'll play our song again."
"No, just play the whole tape, huh?" I wanted to say.
I hated when Donna would do that shit. Play a song, then want to hear that song again, then want to hear that song again, then rewind the tape to hear that song again.
Damn it, just play the song, listen to it, then play the next song.
Linda went through the futile exercise of rewinding, fast forwarding, rewinding, and finally the same song started up again.
Linda turned to me, face alive with happiness as she dropped her shorts to the floor.
Her breath was nicer, her breasts were nicer, and her pussy was covered by a light brown thatch of pubic hair.
"Fuck!" I said, my cock jerking in my boxers.
She laughed a happy laugh and approached the bed again.
"Turn around," I ordered.
She did, and playfully walked backward toward the bed.
Her ass was also smaller, tighter than her mother's ass. I of course, kept this opinion to myself.
I shimmied out of my shorts and boxers and grabbed Linda and pulled her, squealing and laughing onto her bed.
"Got any condoms?" Linda asked and I shook my head.
"Shit," she complained.
She hit 'stop' on her stereo, then opened the door to her room and ran down the hall to her mother's room.
Vickie had a stash of condoms and Linda grabbed five of them and ran back. I heard Derek say something and Linda screamed at him to shut up.
Then she was back in the room and she handed me the strip of condoms.
She hit 'play' again and the same crappy song came spilling out.
"I uh, we uh, we do sixty nine?" I asked.
I'd never eaten pussy before. If I couldn't stand kissing Vickie's mouth, I sure didn't want to kiss her cunt. The same was true of Rhonda Jensen. Her pussy had been used by just about everyone at Lloyd M. Bensen High School, including the old janitor. Kissing her pussy just was not an option.
Linda liked that idea and kissed me happily, then pushed me on her bed again. She then straddled my head, pressing her hairy pussy onto my face.
I wanted to shoot the minute her mouth encircled the head of my cock. Out of the various mouths I'd had around my cock in the last month, Matt's, Rhonda's, Derek's, and Vickie's, Linda's was by far the sweetest.
She was in no hurry to bring me off. Linda wanted to suck my cock, to savor sucking my cock, to enjoy sucking my cock.
Her pussy had a musky, sweaty smell to it. And her pussy was quite wet. I licked up and down her wet slit for a minute, then used my hands to open her pussy.
"Oh!" Linda cooed as I delved my tongue into her.
I must have found her clitoris on one of my down strokes; she jerked and moaned around my cock.
So I did it again and she jerked and moaned again.
I heard this guy, this total bullshit artist at school say he drove his girlfriend nuts by 'writing' his name on her clit with the tip of his tongue. His girlfriend said that was utter and complete bull shit. He couldn't find her clit with a miner's helmet, a road map, and a flashing arrow pointing right at her clit.
