Let’s see, I graduated high school in April of 1964, if I remember correctly. April of 1999 was my thirty fifth high school reunion. Had it really been that long? It didn’t feel like it but then again my memory ain’t what it used to be, to put it mildly. Since I had never made it to any of the other reunions, why should this one be any different? A phone call from my past was the answer to that one.
Sandy and I had dated in high school and afterwards, even though she went on to college and I went to work full time. The college was only about ninety miles away, so we saw each other most weekends and almost all holidays. The summers were the greatest and we were making plans for the rest of our lives, right down to the number of kids we wanted and where we would live.
That is until the Vietnam draft started to hit close to home. One after the other, my male friend’s that were not in college, were drafted into the army. I had been lucky so far and decided to enlist in the Marines. I figured I could get my choice that way and I’d much rather fly over the jungles and rice patties. Humping a rifle, twenty-four seven was not my idea of fun, especially with Charlie around.
To make a long story short, I received a Dear John letter in boot camp. It basically said that she was dropping out of the local college, changing majors and re-enrolling in a major college to be a lawyer. She also mentioned somewhat vaguely that she was dating some guy that was attending the same college. That was the end of that, except for a few good and lingering memories; over time, even those faded. I do have to admit though, that every once in a while; I’d wonder what had happened to her and how she was.
Then out of the blue, came the phone call. The voice sounded vaguely familiar as it verified my name, the high school I graduated from, and the year. Then she went on to explain that they were having a reunion of the class in my hometown. Suddenly the voice hit a dusty memory cell in my nearly fifty-year-old brain and I said, “Sandy?”
There was a pause and then a husky laugh that I remembered all to well. “I wondered how long it would take you to recognize my voice.”
I was speechless for several seconds that felt like hours. Memories chased each other around and through my head. This was the first time I had heard from her or about her since the letter in boot camp. I had no idea of what to say. Part of me wanted to yell at her for the way she had treated me back then and another part of me wanted to… Wanted to what? My mind shied away from that question.
“Are you there?” I heard her ask a little hesitantly.
“Yes, I’m here.” I said softly. I took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and asked in the same soft tone. “How are you? How have you been?”
I thought I heard a little catch in her breathing before she replied, “I’m fine, just staying busy, trying to get this reunion organized.”
Suddenly, I had so many questions that I didn’t know what to ask first. I also felt my anger rising. In my younger days, I had had quite a bad temper and it took me a long time to learn to control it. Well, maybe the word bad isn’t right; it was a quick temper that could be violent at times. I can honestly say that it was never directed at any woman, my grandmother raised me better than that. Back then; I just had a problem with guys wanting to show how bad they were. At thirteen, I was six foot tall and weighted around two hundred pounds. You’d think with my size that most guys would leave me alone but that wasn’t the case. At first, I laughed at them but after a while, I had enough and just unloaded on anyone who even looked like they wanted to mess with me. Word spread fast about the guy that fought at the slightest thing and fought to hurt you. I was left alone. Sandy was one of the very few people that ever got inside my shell, found out just how sensitive of a person I was, or could be if treated right.
I brushed my anger aside and asked, “Are you going to be at this reunion?”
“I sure am.” She answered quickly and then asked, “Are you going to come to it?”
I hesitated a moment as I wonder the same thing. I couldn’t remember but a hand full of names, out of the two hundred and something kids who had graduated with me. Other than Sandy, was there anyone I really wanted to see? “I don’t know. I haven’t attended any of the others over the years. When it came time for them, I was either out of the state working or I just plain forgot about them until after they were passed.”
“This will be the second one I’ve attended. I was here for the twentieth but missed the others. Like you, I was out of state or working.” She paused a second and added, “I would like to see you if you can make it.”
I thought there was something odd about her voice as she said that last sentence. Wishful think on my part, my brain threw in. “Give me the dates and where again, so I can write them on my calendar. Maybe I won’t forget this year.” I said and then added, “I would like to see you too; it’s been a very long time.”
She chuckled and I could see her crooked smile as she replied, “Yes it has.” She went on to give me the information about the reunion. When she finished, she paused a second, and then said, “I’m sorry, I treated you so badly, way back then, and I’d like to explain some things, if I can. That damned letter has eaten at me; I should have waited until I saw you face to face to tell you what I had to say. I don’t want to make the same mistake again with a phone call. Does that make sense to you?”
A feeling for her that I hadn’t felt in a very, very long time washed through me and I smiled as I said, “I understand and I will be at the reunion.”
I heard her take a deep breath before she said, “Good, I’ll see you there.”
That was two months ago and here I am in my old hometown, checking into a Holiday Inn. I’m a day early because I realized, I hadn’t visited any of my kinfolks in this area in a long time. I figured I’d use the day to make the rounds and then have a good nights sleep before starting the festivities of the reunion, whatever they might be.
The visits with the relatives went better than I figured they would. I was raised for the most part by my grandmother; she passed away while I was doing my first tour in Vietnam. My dad died in the early seventies and my mom, well, that’s a whole other can of worms. I went to see her but didn’t stay long. I spent a little time with a couple of my aunts and saw one of my cousins. Other than those few, the rest can go to hell. That may sound harsh but then you don’t know my relatives.
Around six that evening, I returned to the motel and got myself cleaned up. After a quiet supper at one of the better restaurants in town, I decided to do a little bar hopping like I used to do in my youth. The funny thing is that since they voted gambling in, most of the bars I used to haunt are gone. The couple of places still in business were pale shades of their former selves. I ended up at a small club on the west side of town that was close to the high school and my motel. It was still as dark and quiet as I remembered it. Sandy and I used to come here from time to time to relax and talk. She had never been much of a drinker or party animal; come to think of it, neither was I. That is until after we broke up, then I went a little crazy. Drinking was another thing it took me a while to learn to control.
I finished my second beer in the place and told the bartender that I didn’t want another; that I was heading back to the motel. Just as I slid off the barstool and turned around, the front door opened. An older woman walked in and paused just inside the door. I recognized her instantly; it was Sandy. I was surprised to see her in a bar. I was taken aback by how well she looked. The girl I had known had blossomed into a stunningly beautiful woman. At five foot five and a hundred and ten pounds, she was neat and trim. As I studied her, I compared the old and the new. I must say the new was an improvement. She had been pretty back then but now she was beautiful. The few lines in her face seemed to highlight her features and to accentuate her best features.
Her eyes locked onto me and she frowned for a second. Then she gave a little jerk as she realized who I was. Slowly a crooked smile came to her lips, the same crooked smile I remembered. She had been hit by a car, while riding her bike as a very young girl and had some nerve damage in one side of her face. When she smiled, one side of her lips went up higher than the other side. She walked straight over to me, put her arms around my neck, and kissed the hell out of me. I had been prepared for a handshake or a hug, but this took me by complete surprise. I froze for a second, then my arms wrapped around her and I was a teenager again, kissing my girlfriend. Talk about your time warps.
She broke the kiss and took a step back, she looked me up and down slowly and then she laughed as she said, “I hope you are, who I think you are.”
“I hope so too, if not then I’m the luckiest guy in town.” I replied with a grin. “I would have recognized you anywhere; you’ve only gotten better, not older. You’re still the best kisser I know.”
She laughed before she said, “Thank you, you still kiss great yourself. The mustache is a big change and you look bigger than I remember.” She paused to chuckle. “Maybe I’m just smaller.”
I shook my head and replied, “Nope, you’re still the same size. I just learned how to stand up straight finally and I’ve added a little padding around the middle.”
With a smile, she said softly, “You look great to me. I had no idea what to expect.” She glanced around to see everyone looking at us. With a grin she added, “Maybe we should find a table and sit down before someone tells us to get a motel room.”
I chuckled and said, “I already have one.” She looked at me sharply and then took my arm, and we moved to a table in the corner.
After we ordered a couple of beers, we both asked at the same time, “How have you been?” This made us both laugh.
We sat there just looking at each other for a few seconds before she said; “I’ve been fine, a little lonely since my husband died last year. My kids are both out on they’re own, my daughter is married and has two kids. My son is in the navy and overseas.” She paused as the bartender brought the beers. When he left she said, “Damn, you’re a good looking man. You were good looking in high school but now you have more character in your face.”
I laughed and shook my head, “Yeah, its called old age and wrinkles.”
She cocked her head to one side and smiled for a moment. “That’s not what I meant. You’ve grown up, it shows in your face, and how you carry yourself. Your anger has turned into humor and confidence.”
I chuckled softly and said, “It had too, otherwise I wouldn’t have lived this long. I can’t take all the credit for it; I met a really great lady that taught me a lot about truly living life and enjoying it.” A shadow passed over Sandy’s face so I added, “She passed away about ten years ago. My two kids with her are also out on they’re own, like yours. My daughter is married too and has a couple of daughters. My son is living in Las Vegas and works for a large auto auction company; he’s their computer guru. My oldest son by my first wife lives in California and works for a computer company. He has a couple of kids but I’ve never seen them. I don’t hear from him much.”
She looked at me for a few moments before she said, “So many years and so much has happened to both of us; I sometime wonder what it would have been like if we had stayed together.” When I didn’t say anything, she sighed and went on. “Since I talked to you on the phone, I’ve been trying to figure out how to explain what happened all those years ago. To keep it short and simple, I met someone who swept me off my feet. He was home from school, visiting his parents. His sister was my roommate and she introduced us. The next thing I knew, I was changing majors and schools. When he graduated, we got married and when I graduated, I went into the law firm with him. A few years later, we opened our own law office. Somewhere in there, I read your obituary in the local paper. We had a good life, all in all, until he died from a heart attack.”
I nodded and smiled before I said, “Yeah, I spent three tours in Vietnam and the silly paper in this town printed three obituaries for me. I’ve often wondered who worked there that didn’t like me.” I paused a moment and looked into her eyes. “Look, that was a long time ago and ancient history. The whys and whatever’s don’t really need to be explained. We’ve both lived through them and have had good lives so far, so why complicate things. I admit I was hurt by that letter but I didn’t have much time to dwell on it in boot camp, they kept us quite busy. By the time, I had a chance to breath and to try to find you, it was too late. Anyway, I got distracted by my first wife about that time and it was six years later before I got untangled from her. By the way, her name was Sandy also.” I ended with a laugh.
“Just how many wives have you had?” She asked with a grin.
I laughed and shook my head. “If you must know, three. The first I told you about. The second was the lady that straightened me up; we were together for eighteen years. After she died, I went to hell in a hand basket for a couple of years and ended up married to a woman I met through a friend of mine. That lasted for about five years. For the last five years, I’ve been single, more or less. I’ve had a couple of girlfriends that have lived with me but it didn’t work out. For the last year, I’ve lived alone.” I grinned and added, “So now you know my history, I guess you just had the one hubby? It’s how I’ve pictured your life anyway.”
“Yeah, just the one, I had enough problems raising him. I can’t complain too much, I guess.” She said with a wistful look on her face. After a moment of silence, she came back from whatever memory she had been lost in and added, “I can understand the hell in a hand basket that you spoke about. I find it hard at times to keep myself out of it. Thirty years is a long time to spend with one person and then to be alone suddenly…” She let the sentence trail off.
I reached across and put my hand on hers, “Believe me, I understand.”
Her eyes focused on mine and she smiled, “Thank you. A lot of people think they do but if they ain’t been there then they haven’t got a clue, as the saying goes.”
We talked about our lives and compared notes on kids and grandkids. We were both surprised when the bartender came over and said, “Sorry folks but its closing time.”
I looked at Sandy and she looked at me, we both laughed, where had the time gone? We told him goodnight and headed for the door. Outside in the cool night air, I asked, “Is there a café around here where we can get something to eat?”
She shrugged and said, “I don’t have a clue. I’m never out this late and I don’t know this part of town too well anymore. I live out in the country farther west of here and do all my traveling to and from town on the interstate. I was at the school late tonight and I usually hit the interstate at the first light, but tonight I decided to have a beer and to think about what I was going to say to you. Then I ran into you.”
“Is the old truck stop restaurant still open out west of town?” I asked.
She chuckled and replied, “Yes it is, and there’s two new one’s besides. They hadn’t even crossed my mind when you asked about restaurants. Our meeting like this has my mind a little out of whack. At least that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.”
I laughed and said, “I’ll buy you breakfast if you’re hungry or just a cup of coffee if you’re not. I haven’t talked to you in so long and I’m not really ready to let you get away so soon.”
“We’ll see each other at the reunion.” She said softly.
“I know but I might not get you alone to myself, there. I never forgot you, you were always on my mind from time to time and I too always wondered how it would have been with us.” I told her. The next thing I knew, she was back in my arms and we were kissing.
The door opened right behind us suddenly and we hurriedly moved apart. The bartender grinned and said, “Don’t mind me folks, I ain’t here. I ain’t seen a thing and I’m gone.” With that, he hurried across the parking lot, got into an old truck, and drove away.
We stood there grinning like a couple of school kids caught necking out behind the gym for several seconds, before Sandy said, “I think coffee would be a great idea but not at the truck stop. Why don’t you follow me home and I’ll make us a pot. Then we can relax, get comfortable, and talk all night if we want.”
The offer was tempting but I said, “I don’t know if that would be a good idea or not. We might just get a little to comfortable and do something we might regret later.”
She cocked her head to one side and looked at me, a smile slowly coming to her face. “Would you have any regrets?” She asked softly.
I shook my head, as I said, “None whatsoever but then again, I’m not the one who just lost a long time love.”
Still smiling, she told me, “I’m a big girl, and I can take care of myself. Anyway, if something did happen, I don’t think I would have any regrets either. We dated all that time, long ago and nothing ever happened except for some heavy petting, if you remember. I think I can still trust you.”
I grinned and said, “Yeah I know, but can I trust you?”
She laughed and said, “Get in you car, follow me home, and find out.”
I was very familiar with the place where Sandy lived, it was one the old farmhouses that we had once talked about living in. It was only a few miles from the lake and sat well back off the main road on a dozen acres of land. As we got out of our cars at the side of the house, I said, “I see that you ended up with one of our houses. It looks like there’s been a lot of remodeling done to it also.”
As she was unlocking the back door she replied, “I just moved out here about five months ago. We lived in the same condominium for fifteen years near downtown. After he died, I found it harder and harder to stay there. I have a couple of young people working in the law office now and I just consult most of the time. This place came on the market and on a whim, I bought it. The remodeling was done by the last owners. It’s a little to big just for me but I love it out here in the country.” She sat her purse on the small breakfast table in the corner of the kitchen and then just stood there looking at me. After a moment she said, “I never forgot you either. Once when my husband and I were having some bad problems, I tried to find you. I spent one whole afternoon driving up and down through the subdivision where your mom lived. I thought I remembered where it was, but I could never be sure, so I ended up going home and patching things up. When I saw this place for sale and came to look at it, I almost didn’t buy it. I remembered it was one of the places we talked about and I felt like I was doing you wrong again. Then I wondered if it was an omen of some sort.” She paused to laugh and then added, “I guess, I was just being silly and looking for an excuse to stay where I was, change is so very hard.”
“Yes it is.” I said and smiled at her. “I’ve made a lot of changes of one sort or another in my lifetime. Some were large and some were small but none were really easy to make. Some were good for me and some were not.” I stopped talking and just stood there looking at her for a long moment. She tilted her head and gave me a questioning look. I smiled and told her, “Don’t mind me, I’m just running off at the mouth because I’m nervous. I need to shut up and relax.”
She smiled her crooked smile at me and then laughed, “I thought I was the only one nervous here. Maybe I should make that coffee now.”
Debra’s face turned blood red as Kevin’s insistent words hit home. Knowing the teenager was in complete control of the situation, Debra tried her best to keep her chin held high.
“Well… what do you want?” She meekly asked. “I brought my checkbook… how much do you want?”
“God… all you people think money’s the answer to everything… that’s real nice to offer but you can keep you checkbook in your purse… I’m looking for something a little more…. personal… a little flesh for flesh… an eye for an eye if you know what I mean. ”
“Who are you and why are you doing this to me?” Debra begged, now vaguely recognizing the young man’s hardened features.
“Nobody,” Kevin coughed in return. “But a nobody that holds your life in his hands. ”
“My life…. my… life,” Debra stuttered, for the first time feeling the real gravity of the situation.
“Don’t worry Bitch… I ain’t gonna kill you… your nasty ass ain’t worth it… But I could make you wish you were dead though,” Kevin cockily added.
“Take your clothes off,” Kevin routinely ordered after a brief period of silence.
“… What…?” Debra trembled.
“Take… your… clothes… off,” Kevin said slowly for effect.
“Oh God no… no… no… please don’t rape me,” Debra started to cry. “I’m married… I have kids… I… I…..!”
“I don’t fucking care about all that… I ain’t gonna rape you… like I said before you aren’t worth the trouble…” Kevin spat back. “You screwed me last year… now its my turn to screw back… so to speak. ”
“What… what do you mean… I… I don’t even know you,” Debra whimpered.
Watching Debra’s hand tentatively grip at the top button of her silky blue and white blouse, Kevin started to tell the shell-shocked teacher his story.
“You knew exactly who I was the year before last… Hell… you probably went around patting yourself on the back about it for so long you probably didn’t even think about the lives you messed up in the process,” Kevin soberly growled, locking his fiery gaze directly on Debra’s stunned and confused face.
“Wha… what… I don’t understand,” Debra stuttered back.
“Start working those buttons down Bitch,” Kevin taunted. “Just because you bring that nice fat paycheck home every week and you’ve got that nice cushy IRA to insure your future… people like you don’t realize that some of us have to hustle every day to keep food in our stomach… and you just didn’t seem to grasp that last year… did you?”
“I swear I don’t…. ,” Debra started to say before the volcanic gleam in Kevin’s eyes and the broad width of his shoulders clicked inside her scattered memory banks.
“He’s the boy that got caught dealing drugs on school grounds last year,” Debra cringed to herself, the flood of memories from that day rushing back to her with bittersweet clarity.
Kevin had been right, Debra had been so proud of herself for helping to ‘clean up’ the school by turning in the nameless stranger that was peddling dope in the alleyway under her second floor window that she even got a handshake from the Superintendent of Schools when her Principal introduced him to her at the School Board’s Christmas party after the incident happened.
That selfish feeling of social satisfaction came with absolutely no thought given to the situation and subsequent trauma that the young man, who was now standing less than five feet from her in a rundown motel room and ordering her to undress, had gone through.
“I think you’re starting to remember,” Kevin sighed, seeing a hint of recognition sparkle in Debra’s tearing eyes. “While you stand there and strip, I just want you to think about everything me and my family had to endure while I spent all that time locked up. ”
Watching as Debra’s cleavage slowly came into view, as the married woman tediously fought to undo her blouse’s buttons, Kevin felt his cock harden like led between his legs from the surreal sense of power he had over the helpless school teacher.
“You spend so much time living in judgment of others… well what do you think your Husband’s judgement would be if he knew where you were right now. I know you didn’t tell him where you were going… no way you could bare to… that his loving wife and the Mother of his children was standing in a rat trap motel on the other side of town taking her clothes off for a 18 year old punk. Would your kids be proud of you… they all look like angels… what do you think they’ll feel inside when they find out just how filthy you really can be… how about all the other teachers you work with… your boss… how about all those kids walking the halls of the high school… you think they got a charge out of your bathing suit pictures… just wait till they see everything else,” Kevin boldly proclaimed, as he reached into his overnight bag and pulled out the homemade videotape he had stolen from the Stallings’ bedroom.
Holding the tape up towards Debra’s chalk white face, the teenager seemingly taunted her with it until her expression clearly conveyed that she knew what disgusting content the tape contained.
“Pretty shocking shit coming from a churchgoing teacher with a couple of young children, Mrs. Stallings,” Kevin mockingly scolded as he urged the woman to continue undressing.
“Hurry it up, Bitch, You better have that blouse and coat off by the time I get this tape into the VCR. ”
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Knowing exactly what the tape in Kevin’s possession held, Debra teetered there in place, on the verge of blacking out from embarrassment as she tried forcing her fingers to work down the buttons of her top.
Feeling as if everything she was trying to do was in slow motion, it appeared to Debra that Kevin was moving at the speed of light as he fed the tape into the VCR on top of the tv before turning back towards her to gauge her progress.
Grazing her cold fingertips against the even colder skin of her chest as she inched her blouse off, Debra anxiously sped up her disrobing when Kevin took two steps towards her.
“I haven’t got all night,” Kevin hissed.
“This isn’t right,” Debra desperately whispered back, working the blouse down her trembling arms to reveal her small breasts concealed inside a conservative white bra.
“You weren’t wearing anything that staid on this tape or in those Polaroids,” Kevin mocked when he saw Debra’s Walmart bought bra.
“Work that dress down so I can see if you’ve got matching panties,” Kevin continued.
Looking down the length of her shivering body, Debra’s heart sunk all he way down into her stomach when she saw the way her nipples were protruding straight out of her flimsy bra cups.
“Its just cold in here,” Debra tried telling herself as a several beads of sweat welled on her glistening brow.
The dull whining sound of the videotape catching hold inside the VCR echoed through the otherwise silent room as Debra’s fingers hesitantly dug into the elastic band of her skirt.
“Jesus forgive me,” Debra prayed silently, feeling a litany of vile, shameful goosebumps rise from her waist all the way up to her flushed neck.
“You should be ashamed of yourself…. God will… ,” Debra started before Kevin angrily interrupted.
“Shut up you fucking hypocrite… we’ll both be in the same God Damn judgment line… now kick those shoes off and roll that dress of yours down to the floor. ”
Almost losing her balance when she tried stepping out of her skirt, Debra caught herself before falling, in the process causing her small but perky breasts to jiggle noticeably inside their thin restraints. Bending over demurely, Debra eased her dress down to her ankles and slowly stood back up, trying her best to cover her near nakedness with both her hands and arms.
Clad now only in her crinkled white bra and dark tan pantyhose, that stretched all the way up past her waist, Debra felt a strange sensation of indecency standing before the brooding young man in that state of dress, in a way feeling worse than if she were actually completely nude before him.
“You don’t have any panties on do you?” Kevin barked approvingly, wetting his lips at the outline of Debra’s dark pubic bush behind the dark nylon.
“Roll them down and let me see your cunt… but turn around when you do it… I wanna see it from behind first,” Kevin ordered.
“What?” Debra replied, unsure what Kevin meant.
“Exactly what I said… turn around and take off your pantyhose!” Kevin escalated his voice.
“… Why,” Debra almost asked before realizing it was fruitless.
Doing a 180 the best she could on her trembling legs, Debra felt her fear level multiply 10 fold with her back now to the unpredictable teenager.
“Please don’t kill me,” Debra muttered to herself as she cinched her fingers into the elastic band of her pantyhose tops and started to work the sheer nylon fabric over her hips and down her short legs.
“MMMHHUUMM,” Debra could hear Kevin groan approvingly from behind as she bent backwards.
“You sonofabitch,” She groaned silently as she worked her hose down and slipped them off her tiny feet.
“Yeahhh… that’s right… I have a good mind to walk right up to that naked ass and smack the shit out of it,” Kevin threatened, watching with lurid humor the helpless woman’s attempts to step out of her nylons.
With her hose now removed, Debra sheepishly stood back up, looking like a prisoner waiting to be processed as her jailor watched intently from behind. Debra could feel Kevin’s hot breath on her bare shoulders as the sound coming from the videotape suddenly filled the room.
“Oh my God… nooo,” Debra gasped to herself upon hearing the painfully familiar vocal strains coming from the tape.
Closing her tear drenched eyes in a defiant attempt to block out what was unfolding on the television to her right, Debra found it just as painful trapped in her self imposed darkness because the sounds of her fucking herself with a huge purple dildo on the stolen video still noisily registered inside her wounded mind.
“Damn,” Kevin wickedly smiled. “I couldn’t believe my eyes the first time I saw this tape Mrs. Stallings…. Just couldn’t fucking believe it!”
“This is none of your business,” Debra bitterly sobbed back.
“I guess your right, Bitch,” Kevin casually replied, his eyes wondrously locked on the masturbatory images on the screen. “You seem to make a habit out of making things your business that aren’t as well… if I remember correctly. ”
Before Debra could muster any type of response to Kevin’s twisted logic, she felt the boy’s rough fingers dig into her back until the two rear hooks of her bra were cruelly ripped apart.
“Nooo… aaahhh…. ,” Debra gasped in shock, feeling the constrictive material of her bra suddenly go limp on her shoulders and against her chest.
The front of Kevin’s denim jeans rubbed like sandpaper against her naked asscheeks as he grinded his body behind her. Dropping his right hand over the married woman’s collarbone, Kevin closed the lacy fabric of Debra’s bra straps into his palm and forced them over Debra’s shoulders until the cowering school teacher was standing completely stripped and demeaned in front of him.
“Please… please just do it… do it… and get it over with and do it,” Debra begged weakly.
“You want me to fuck you… huh… is that what you wan?,” Kevin coughed back. “I wouldn’t waste my cum on your sorry pathetic snatch… unless you were to really… really beg for it…. NO… I got something else besides fuckin’ your sorry ass in mind… now turn around…. I SAID TURN AROUND!!”
With a great deal of reluctance, Debra spun her naked body around to face her teenage blackmailer, doing her best to cover her breasts and vagina with her trembling hands and arms as he openly gawked at her. Filled with shame, Debra rolled her eyes as well when she saw the lurid images of herself on the tv screen.
“You recognize that woman there on TV, Mrs. Stallings… huh… she looks a lot like you… that coiled up naked body of hers… those small bouncy tits… that fury cunt… those same chicken legs…. has to be a twin right… little ole Miss Perfect like you would never be caught doing anything like… THAT… would she?”
“That’s me… you sick bastard,” Debra spat, leaving a trace of spittle shining on Kevin’s unshaven cheek.
“Well I guess it is,” Kevin gleamed back, patiently wiping Debra’s spit off his face. “I remember reading in one of the school’s yearbooks a couple of years ago… your Daddy was a preacher… I wonder what he would think of his little girl now if he saw this?”
All Debra could do was bow her head in shame as Kevin’s truthful and mortally wounding words paralysed her.
“He’d probably start by spanking that lilly white ass of yours for such a disgusting display,” Kevin soberly hypothesized. “Tell ya what… why don’t you just turn around again… I’m tired of looking at your face… turn around and take a few steps forward… right there towards the makeshift closet… see that pole on the top for the hangers… go over there… raise your arms and wrap both your hands around that pole!”
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“UUMMM… AAAHH… YYYEEAAHHH,” Debra’s writhing voice billowed out from the television set as she frantically masturbated herself on the homemade video.
Looking over his right shoulder at the grainy image on the screen, Kevin could feel his hardon straining his jeans, not believing that the same woman who was disgracing herself so vividly on tape was in fact standing less than four feet in front of him now, naked with her ass facing him, and her sweaty palms wrapped around the motel’s coat rack.
“You know… I’ve watched this tape three or four times since I found it… your husband is one sick bastard himself… I’m sure you already knew that though,” Kevin mocked.
“Please… please just cut the tape off… just fuck me…. rape me… kill me… do whatever… please just get it over with,” Debra begged, knowing what was upcoming on the video. “I’ll do anything… just get it over with!”
“Well after listening to your husband’s voice on the tape… it sounds like you WILL do anything… at least frig yourself off fantasizing about it… that little thing coming up here in a few minutes on the tape about the football team… WOW… can you imagine if I took a copy of this tape and played it for them in their locker room… can you imagine the looks you’d get in the hallways in school after that… you’d have to go halfway around the world if you ever wanted to teach again!”
“… Nooo…” Debra angrily groaned to herself, knowing Kevin was completely true in his assessment, as the memory of the night that was documented on the videotape came back to her with chilling clarity.
She had become so engrossed in her mental malaise, Debra didn’t even hear it when Kevin slipped off his leather belt. It wasn’t until she felt the brooding teenager brush the slick material of his belt against the bare skin of her asscheeks that she realized what he was preparing to do.
“You’re not going to… to… hit me with that… please don’t,” Debra whimpered, her back still turned towards Kevin’s imposing and glassy gaze.
“Why not Bitch… you ain’t in any position to bargain… are you?” Kevin taunted. “What do you have to offer… other than an ounce of your flesh… and your self respect. ”
“Yeah… I didn’t think so,” Kevin added after giving Debra a chance to reply. “When we get to that part on the tape about you and the football team… I’m just gonna stand back for a few seconds and watch your face… both of them… the one writhing in orgasm on the tape and the one right in front of me crying like a pathetic and helpless little piece of shit… While you stand there and listen to yourself start to cum on the tape… just imagine what it would be like if I shared that clip with the whole damn school!”
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“Yeahhh… that’s right honey… take it all in… come on Baby… come on Debra… show me what a slut you can really be,” Ben Stallings’s voice crackled from off camera as he videotaped his wife fucking herself with an ungodly looking purple dildo.
The grainy visual played on and on as Kevin watched hypnotically from across the room.
“Please turn it off,” Debra begged once again, her face and neck now splotched with several redstripes of her anguished discontent, knowing exactly what was about to happen on the tape.
Kevin simply remained silent as he slipped his own pants down and quietly stepped out of them.
“You like how this big thing feels inside of you Honey… HUH… you like having this big fake dick plowing you open?” Ben Stallings once again asked his wife on the tape.
“YESSS…… GODDDD….. YYEESSSSSS,” Debra replied as she struggled to get as much of the blunt phallic instrument into her womb as she could. “IT FEELZZZ….. SO FUCKING GOOD!!”
“That dildo is just as big as all those boys’ dicks on the football team you dream about Honey… yes it is…. you’d love to feel what all their horsehung cocks would feel like splitting you open… wouldn’t you… you’d love to be their filthy white slut!” Ben Stallings continued his verbal tirade from off camera as Debra’s tiny body brutally gyrated on their marital bed, in a tone hinting that this was a topic Debra and Ben Stallings discussed in private on more than a few occasions.
“YES… FUCK… YES IT IS!!” Debra cried manically.
“You love the way all those rough boys stare at you when they pass you in the halls at school… or when they sit in your class and try to imagine you naked in front of the room… don’t you baby… how many times have you told me just how wet your pussy gets during school everyday?” Debra’s husband relentlessly continued, as the moist sounds of his hand pumping his dick off camera mingled with Debra’s savage gasps. “Wouldn’t you just love to spend one night trapped in that sweaty locker room of theirs’ Debra… would you just love to be their cumslut for the night?”
“FFFUUUCCCKKK… YYYEEEZZZZZZZZZ,” Debra brutally gurgled, her thin wrist now frantically working the obscenely large dildo in and out of her cunt at the same time her back and hips began bucking ruthlessly off the mattress……
“The conclusion soon to follow… thanks for reading…. ”
I could feel the pressure start and I reached around and grabbed my handkerchief from my pants pocket. If I was going to make a mess as I shot my load I wanted to be able to keep it from messing up the plane.
The pressure overcame me and I exploded. I quickly wrapped the handkerchief around the base of my cock so that any of my cum escaping her mouth would be caught in it. She bobbed a little more before I finally pushed her head away and leaned my head back to rest against the seat back as I came down from my high.
“JoAnn, I remember reading Erica Jong’s book in which she talked about The Flying Fuck. I don’t think she mentioned the Airborne Blowjob.”
“She should have. I looked up as I was sucking you off and could see your eyes sweeping over the instruments. I was glad you were taking such good care of us.”
The rest of the flight was uneventful and as we got closer to the Rockies she was overwhelmed with the scenery below. I have flown over it dozens of time and it still impresses me.
We landed at a small airfield about a hundred miles west of Pueblo, rented a car and drove into the nearby town and got a room at one of their rustic resort cabins overlooking a small lake. It was very nice. They had their own dining room and I had heard at the airport the food was good. Perfect.
We got settled in and went for a walk around the near part of the lake. It wasn’t a very big body of water but I was guessing it was a couple of miles around it. At one spot there was a little cove and we could actually see some pretty decent size fish splashing around. I was wishing I had a pole. When we got back to the lodge we headed to the lounge for a drink. There were a couple of other ‘father-daughter’ couples tucked into some of the cozier corners and more hidden tables.
We ordered our drinks and I started the conversation off with,
“JoAnn, tomorrow we are going to drive up to Colorado Springs to let you phone your father to see if he has any friends who can make a suggestion as to a good criminal lawyer in Kansas. We’ll give him a day or so but in the meantime I’ll make some calls to friends I have in Wichita. I think that between our two possibilities we should have a name in a couple of days. Then we’ll act on the one you select to represent you. What do you say?”
“That sounds good to me Bill. I am really going to be their mercy for I don’t know a damn thing about my legal rights in a situation like this.”
“Well, that’s why we are going to be getting recommendations from people who do know this stuff. I don’t believe you will be led astray.”
“Great. I don’t know how I am ever going to be able to thank you for all you have done and will be doing for me.”
“We’ll, the first think you can do is to stop asking ‘what you can do to thank me’. You don’t need to do anything and I would love for you to get that through your head. OK? Now, let’s go into the dining room for dinner.”
They had a wide range of dinner choices and we each selected steaks. Mine was going to be a Filet and she opted for a Rib Eye. Coupled with baked potatoes, asparagus and freshly baked bread and we had meals to end all thoughts of hunger.
The resort had just gotten cable TV the previous year and that made the evenings more bearable. We have become so used to the evening news and game shows we are lost without them, We locked onto the news and switched channels frequently to see if one had picked up anything about JoAnn’s situation the others had missed. Not a word, which was great.
All we had to do was to take it easy for another whole day. A leisurely drive tomorrow and then sit back and wait.
We hit the sack fairly early that night. The drive was only going to be about ninety miles so we weren’t facing any long overland driving journey.
She was in the bed first and as I got in I instantly turned her over and spooned to her. Just cuddling my crotch against her ass was all I needed to get me aroused. I pulled back a bit to make room for my cock getting lined up with her pussy and once I had it directed right I grabbed her hips and pulled myself into her. She let out a huge moan and reached around her ass to pull me in to her even further than I had done. I hadn’t made more than a thrust or two before she was throwing herself back at me harder than I had planned on doing to her. We kept it up for a few minutes before I rolled her over on her stomach with me on top and just began fucking her as if I was fucking her ass. She instantly lifted her hips higher to give me a clear shot and then threw it up at me hard. I was holding my chest off her with my hands positioned on the bed alongside of her while thrusting my cock in her hard and deep.
“God Bill, you are going to split me open. Take it easy please.”
Bullshit, I was a minute away from exploding and it was going to happen just like this.
I gave one or two more hard thrusts and I was filling her young pussy with my white-hot come. I kept on thrusting a few more times and she had her orgasm a minute or two later.
“Whew, that was almost more than I could handle. You were really worked up.” She muttered.
“Honey, I get worked up every time I see your sweet young ass.”
It didn’t take us long to fall asleep. It was probably the excitement of all that happened that day in getting there but we were both asleep in a very few minutes.
The drive over to Colorado Springs went very well. There is some spectacular scenery along those highways and some of it took our breath away. I gave her money to buy a cell phone that included thirty minutes of airtime anyplace in the country so they couldn’t trace her call through her own cell phone company. We drove around a bit tying to get the strongest signal before trying the hookup. There is a little park close to the center of town that was perfect. We got a parking spot on the nearby street and found a park bench that would work just right. She dialed her parent’s home and her mom answered.
“Oh JoAnn, we have bee so worried about you. The police have been calling and calling asking if we had heard from you.”
“Mom, I need to speak to Dad. Is he there?”
“No honey, he left for his office an hour ago so you should be able to get him there. Are you OK baby?”
“Mom, I’m fine. Honest. I’ll call Dad at his office.”
She called his office and had him on the line in a few seconds. She took a minute or so to tell him of the problem and then asked the question about his knowledge of a good lawyer in Kansas. No name came to him immediately and he asked for some time to think on it. She promised she’d call him back either later that day or early the next and disconnected. I used the same phone to call a lawyer friend of mine in Wichita telling me of the situation and asked for his recommendation. I asked if we could use him for future calls since they would have a hell of a time getting permission to tap a lawyers phone for a case like this. He agreed.
He thought for a bit and then almost jumped down the wire at me,
“Bill, I know the perfect guy” and gave me his name. “Would you like for me to call him first to alert him of your call and then give him a brief synopsis of the situation.” I was as excited about his recommendation as he seemed to be and quickly agreed.
Coincidentally Jo Ann called her dad that afternoon and got the name of the same Wichita lawyer as my friend had provided. Two strong recommendations for the same guy were good enough for JoAnn and she called him later that day. He listened carefully to her version and told her he would check with the Wichita police and the District Attorney in the morning and asked how soon she could return to Wichita. She in turn asked him if she returned without anything being done on her behalf wouldn’t she be subject to immediate arrest and be jailed. He told her she had misunderstood him. He wanted her to return to his office and the two of them would visit the DA’s office together.
She and I had discussed this possibility prior to her calls and agreed we could leave Colorado first thing in the morning and be back in Kansas by noon. She told the lawyer that and he asked that she meet him in his office as soon as she got to town.
Well, to make a long story a lot shorter JoAnn was never prosecuted for the crime. The DA agreed she had acted in self -defense and they were thinking of prosecuting her ex boyfriend for roughing her up. She asked that they not do that if they could get a restraining order keeping him from being anywhere near her. The DA asked about my part in all of this and we both just played dumber than skunks and the whole thing was forgotten.
We left the lawyer’s office hand in hand and I took her to my place. She and her boyfriend had encountered each other in the office of the DA with the Chief of Wichita’s police department present and both the DA and the Police Chief told him if he went anywhere near her again his ass would be in jail before sundown.
When we drove into the garage she asked if she could enter the house through the front door rather than the way she had before. She said she felt like a thief when she had to sneak in through the garage. She stayed with me for another couple of weeks while she was getting her life back in order. Needless to say while she was staying with me we enjoyed the same type of sex we had up until then and if there hadn’t have been such a wide disparity in our ages something might have happened between us. All things considered she was better off getting the life of a twenty four-year-old gal back on track.
Our last night together before she moved was nice. She mentioned she had noticed a huge whirlpool bath tub in the master bath and wondered if we could relax in it before we hit the sack. I readily agreed and when she called me later saying she was already in the tub and what was taking my tired old ass so long and for me to get a move on. What a nice surprise when I entered the bath. She had candles lit on ever ledge and nook and cranny of the room with a bottle of wine and two glasses and a plate of various kind of cheese sitting on a little ledge that is part of the tub for things just like this.
We lounged in the tub for a long time laughing uproariously at times about the condition she had put her boyfriend in and then just reminiscing about our little trip out to Colorado. She loved the excitement of the flight and hiding away in the rustic log cabin I had rented for our stay.
When we left the tub we took turns drying each other off and she mischievously spent more time drying my cock than was necessary. By the time she was finished it not only was dry but harder than a steel rod. I wasn’t going to allow that night to just be for my pleasure so I pushed her gently onto the bed and then lay beside her. I let my fingers wander over almost every inch of her stopping off at some of the more interesting spots. I then let my tongue visit all of the same places. I finally rolled between her legs and just let my mouth, fingers and tongue do all they could to arouse her. She hadn’t said a word but I finally looked up at her to see she had taken the corner or the pillow and was biting down on it as hard as she could. She didn’t want the sounds of her arousal to disturb the night. When I thought she had taken as much as she could I raised from between her legs and slid up and pushed my cock deep inside of her. My thrusts were slow but deep. She soon had her arms around my neck and her legs around the backs of my legs. We fucked long and slowly for what seemed forever before we both let go. If our orgasm weren’t simultaneous they were damn close. Afterwards we just lay in each other’s arms and that was the way we fell asleep.
We saw each other from time to time for the first few months after she left my house when she moved east for a job she had been offered. We phoned each other every now and then and the calls finally faded into first two weeks then three then a month and finally they stopped altogether and my memory of a bit of excitement faded as well.