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The end of July was approaching and Jimmy was sitting on the doorsill of the shed he had been turning into his bike repair shop and junkyard music studio. He was feeling a little melancholy this morning, after having gotten a couple of messages in the mail late the day before. It was actually good news but it reminded him of the friends he had left behind when he made the thousand mile move to come live with his aunt after the overdose death of his mother.
He had to admit that things weren't going so badly here, and his standard of living was certainly better, but he still missed the people that had been so important to him. He was thinking along those lines when the best thing that had happened to him announced her arrival and he looked up to see a tall blonde beauty stroll towards him.
Her long legs were essentially bare thanks to the short shorts that she favored in warm weather. This pair was relatively high waisted but she compensated by wearing a halter top that ended just below her full, firm tits and showed some serious cleavage. Her long corn silk colored hair was pulled back in a simple pony tail and her wide smile reached all the way to her emerald green eyes.
He gave her a brief smile and patted the sill next to him. She folded herself down and used those long, slender, but strong arms to wrap him in a warm hug. She knew him long enough to know he was feeling a little down, but she asked the question anyway.
"How are you this morning, sweetheart?"
"Okay, I guess," he began but he knew she knew and he was smart enough not to try to bullshit her. "A little homesick I guess. I got notes from the folks back home. Everything is good, but it just reminds me that I miss them."
She gave him a squeeze and kissed him on the side of the face and then rubbed her head against his so he felt her hair on his face. She knew he liked that. And since he was already a little homesick she decided to broach a subject she had been hesitant to do out of fear of ruining a good mood.
"Sweetheart, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"When we were in the luncheonette that first time, you seemed to admit that you were the one that got your mom's boyfriend sick and also made the drugs and money disappear. Did I get that right."
"Yes, you did, on both counts," he replied evenly.
"Would you tell me about that, please?" she asked, turning to look at the side of his face.
"Not much to it. He was treating my mom really bad and she was too strung out to do anything about it. And I don't mean just drugs, things were starting to get pretty bad. Of course I was way too small to do anything that way so I used this," he said, tapping the side of his head. "He had a tendency to go through a bottle of whiskey every few days. So, one day in the scrap yard I came across a bottle of stuff. Not sure what it was but it was clear, didn't smell much and had a skull and crossbones on the label, so I thought, what the hell, it was worth a try. I got his booze bottle, poured out about half of what was in it, poured this stuff in and put it back."
He stopped talking and was looking off across the yard but not really seeing anything. She looked at him for a few moments and then said,
"And?"
"He did his usual drinking that night, and sometime early that morning I woke up to the sound of sirens. An ambulance was in front of the house and he was being taken away. Like I told you, he almost died. Guess I should have used more. Anyway, he came home after a few weeks, but was never really the same. He was still a bastard but his insides were so messed up he didn't have the strength to mess around my mom too much. Too little too late, though."
Carly leaned in and gave him another kiss on the cheek and hugged him tight. She wasn't going to prompt him any further. If he wanted to explain the rest she'd wait. But she didn't have to wait long.
"As to the other, after coming back from the hospital, he wasn't as careful as he should have been. And who pays attention to a kid. I had overheard some conversation's he had on the phone. It seemed like he was skimming both money and drugs from his suppliers. I guess he wasn't as smart as he thought he was because they found out. And then he found out he didn't have nearly as much of either that he thought. Man, did he freak out. My mom was at work and I had snuck out and was hiding out with Mr. Jones. From what I could see, he tried to take off but a couple of cars cut him off and then all three drove off. They never found him, just the car. And that was that."
"What about the missing drugs and stuff?"
"I was just going to flush the junk but then I thought about what those guys did to my mom and the other people around that had the same problem so I left a message they'd find telling them where the stuff was."
"But sweetheart, that meant they'd be able to sell it, right?"
"I also left a tip with the local cops. They were watching the spot and grabbed them when they came to get the stuff."
"Oooo, nicely done. And the money?"
He gave her a small smile and then took her by the hand and led her down to the garage and over to a shelf along the back wall. He took down the box that had arrived with his stuff and put it on the floor. He took a folding knife out of his pocket and cut the tape and made sure he was blocking any view from the street. When he opened the box, Carly let out a gasp and clutched his shoulder.
Inside the box were neatly wrapped bundles of wrinkled but clean looking cash in various denominations.
"Omigod, there must be thousands there," she said.
"More like tens of thousands."
"So, our lunches and your haircut?" she asked.
"No, that all came from what I had stashed away from my bikes and parts business. I haven't touched any of this. The only thing I did was set some aside for each of my friends."
"Those envelopes you gave MaryAnne?"
"They were instructions on where to find the stashes. Joe and Ralph also got instructions to give to Mr. Jones. The letters I got yesterday were carefully worded `thank you' notes. I imagine I'll hear more when MaryAnne and Manny get out this way again."
The hand on his shoulder gripped him tightly and pulled him to his feet. Her arms were around him tightly and she kissed him soundly. Then she held him at arms-length and focused those jewel like eyes on his and said,
"Don't you ever get the idea that you need to do something like that around here, or because of me. I know you were facing a desperate situation, but promise me, okay?"
"Sure. Besides, with this," he said, kicking the box on the floor, "I can always hire a hit man."
He had to quickly back away to avoid the slaps. Then she crooked a finger at him and he walked into her outstretched arms. God, he loved how it felt being held by this girl. There was no kissing or grinding, just holding each other.
"You know, I'd love to be able to take some of that money and spend it on you, but that would create too many questions.
The next thing he knew he was looking into a pair of green eyes that were a bit fierce at the moment.
"Hey, understand something. This hasn't been or ever will be about money. Some of those idiots I told you about tried that crap. And it wasn't their money either. It was mommy and daddy's. The only thing I want from you is all right here," she said, emphasizing this with a hug and shake.
He smiled and leaned in and began to kiss her. It began gently but increased in intensity and soon their hips began to grind against each other and their hands were exploring each other's bodies. When their lips separated she pleaded in a husky voice,
"Please, baby, can we? Your aunt won't be home for a while."
"Not until dinner," and it wasn't even lunch time yet. "Let me put this away."
He put the box back in the dark corner and with the garage door shut he led her into the house and to his room. It was still pretty sparsely decorated but the bed was a comfy fit for both of them. She pushed him down onto the bed and began attacking his belt and pants. He took care of his shirt. When he was naked with his hard cock pointing up toward his chest she began to shimmy out of her tight clothes. It had been a week since they had taken the final step in their sexual relationship and Carly had lost the last remnant of her virginity. It had been painful, of course, but only for a bit and by the time they had finished, she had had two toe curling orgasms while he slid his fat cock deep inside her.
When he withdrew and shot his load of cum all over her torso, she was squealing, laughing and crying, all at once. And she was hooked, or as she put it, hopelessly in love with the boy next door, which was convenient since the boy next door would be the first to admit he was hopelessly in love with this teenage goddess. Now he was watching as she revealed more and more of her body to him, using some of those exciting movements she used to dance to his junkyard music making.
When she was finally naked she stood at the end of the bed and just let him look. Then she crawled onto the mattress on her knees and fell forward so that she was lying next to him, her arm and leg over him, her lips pressed to his and her tits against his chest. She took hold of his cock and began stroking it. His hands were working on her ass, pulling her wet pussy against his thigh.
Several days ago they had introduced something new to their toybox, the girl superior mutual oral position, or the good ol' 69. Jimmy loved having her long lean body on top of his, her pussy hovering above his face, her mouth poised over his cock. And she loved having him on top of her in the classic missionary position, his fat cock giving her a thorough, energetic fucking. Her only issue was he couldn't go for extended periods yet, as his stamina still needed help and she wanted to spend long, long sessions with this amazing boy.
When she got her pussy over his face he immediately grabbed her ass in both hands and brought those wet lips to his mouth. After a squeal she dropped her open mouth over his cock head and began a varied assault on the boys long thick cock. Varied speeds combined with lip and tongue action had him hard to splitting, and the feel of her drooling saliva on his smooth ball sack was just adding fuel to an already blazing fire.
Finally, she rolled over onto her back and held out her arms and spread those long legs and said,
"Oh, please baby, get on me and get that beautiful cock inside me. I'm on fire here."
So, never one to deny his goddess anything, he got himself on top of her and began to rub his cock head up and down her wet pussy lips while his chest rested on her firm tits, their lips and tongues working feverishly as he began to push forward with his hips.
"Oh, god yes, sweetheart, that's it, get that big beautiful cock inside me. Hmm, oh, fuck me baby."
He loved how she talked so dirty when at any other time he had never heard her utter any sort of profanity. So his cock made steady progress up inside her tight pussy as her arms got tighter around his shoulders and her legs came around his ass, crossing at the ankles. Their hips began to move in unison and around their tongues they grunted and groaned and fucked each other. Carly came and then came again and then when Jimmy started to pull up and out, she threw him over onto his back and latched her mouth onto his cock and began to drink his load as she licked her juices. She was beside herself at what she had found after all the years of longing. When they were both done cumming and hugging and kissing, they settled down, with her snuggled against his side, her head on his shoulder, one leg over his.
"Sweetheart?"
"Yes?"
"Do you love me?" she asked, teasing him a bit.
"No, I don't think so," he replied
"What?" she practically screeched.
"I adore you. I worship the ground you walk on as the goddess of all my hopes, dreams and desires."
She had lifted herself up on one elbow as she looked down at him, her expression at once pleased and puzzled.
"Why would you say it like that?"
"Because to just say I love you doesn't cover it. I don't think you know how important you are to me, what my life would have been like if you hadn't been here for me to find. It would be unbearable. Now, it's like heaven."
He felt the first teardrop land on his chest and then her face was buried in his neck, her loose hair covering half his face. He hadn't meant to make her cry but he needed for he to know these things. So he just held on until she came up for air and settled her head back on his shoulder.
"You know, I could say the same things about you then. You know that I was having issues as well, maybe not so life and death as you were, but it was still a bad place to be. Boys I couldn't trust chasing after me, girls giving me the silent treatment. I guess that's how I started doing the dancing in my room alone."
"I don't understand that. I mean, yeah, the guys that didn't give you a look before were now really looking, but you had no friends with the girls?" he asked.
"I had one for a while, after we started in middle school, she had been in a different elementary, but after the first year, her dad got a transfer and she was gone. The hot cool girls thought I was a gawky freak and I guess my mood wasn't that attractive to the others. Now, they don't like the competition."
"Why are you competition? If you don't like any of the guys that they would be interested in..."
"It's more complicated than that. It's all that stuff like who has the coolest car, the nicest clothes, the newest cell phone."
"Or who has the hottest body, the best hair, the most amazing eyes. There is no competition, you gotta em all beat."
This got him some serious hugs and kisses
"But you haven't seen these girls yet."
"Doesn't matter. I've seen enough. No chance, no way, no how."
The kissing that followed ratcheted up to some serious fondling, teasing and grinding until she got the idea to climb on top of him and ride him like a cowgirl. Another first and she really liked being up there, mostly because it gave her a birds eye view of his face, as well as the things he was free to do with his hands. When he gave his warning she rose up, let his cock slip out and slap on his belly and then she sat down to rub her wet lips on the underside of the shaft while he shot his cum load all over his stomach and chest.
They spent time in the half bath cleaning up the mess they made, all the while kissing and touching. They then spent a bit of time in the kitchen, drinking some juice and sharing one of the muffins she had given him the day before. She was making sure he had a steady supply of relatively healthy muffins to keep his physical recovery on track.
Then it was a trip out the back door so they could make their way to the shed, his personal little haven. Pride of place was the bicycle that he had been given by Carly's dad, which had been completely disassembled, cleaned, greased and lubed, and reassembled with new tires, tubes and brake blocks. Carly had showed a talent for working the paint and bright work back to like new condition. She was dogged and meticulous and not a speck of rust or dirt stood a chance under her onslaught.
"Guess we should take it for a test ride," he said.
"Not today, sweetheart. I'm worn out. You're getting stronger," she said with a smile.
He blushed but smiled as well. So he sat down behind his junkyard percussion set and began to tap out a subtle beat. Carly smiled because she was also too tired to dance but instead took her phone out and began recording a video of his performance. She had heard him play a number of times by now and what amazed her is that she was sure she never heard the same combination twice. She recognized bits and pieces, but they were never combined the same way. He was always improvising a new `composition' whenever he played. A thought occurred to her.
"Sweetheart, have you ever played a regular set of drums?"
"Nope,' he said, shaking his head, "never even seen one up close."
"Didn't they have any at your school?"
"No, they had discontinued any music programs in our town a long time ago," said, as he riffed on the metal and glass bottles.
She shook her head, thinking of all the talent that still frail seeming body contained. After a while she stopped recording and just sat and listened and watched. He continued to play and finally she could see he was getting tired.
"Sweetheart, stop. You don't have to keep playing to entertain me. Come here."
He smiled a bit and gave a last flourish and then put the drumsticks down and came out from behind his `set'. He knelt down beside the chair and right into her outstretched arms. She pulled him in tightly and he thought about leaving his face pressed against her chest, it felt so nice and warm, but then he couldn't talk so he turned his head.
"How do I get any stronger if I don't push myself. Maybe I need to cut back on the sex," he said.
"The hell you will. I've waited a long time for this."
"You know, you've said that a couple of times before. What do you mean about waiting a long time?" he asked.
She let go of his head and let him pull back a bit. She pointed to the other chair that was folded and leaning against the wall. He got himself settled and then she took hold of his hand and said,
"What? You think you boys are the only ones who get urges? Remember, girls mature earlier. My sister left behind a lot of those trashy novels. They gave me lots of fun ideas," this was emphasized with waggled eyebrows and her tongue licking her lips. "Unfortunately, until you came along, I hadn't met a boy who I'd let anywhere near me like that."
"Would you do me a favor?" he asked her.
"Sure."
"Please, stand up," he asked her.
With a quizzical look, she stood, her hand still in his. With a tug and a little maneuvering he managed to get her sitting on his lap.
"Um, will this chair hold us both."
"Yup," he said as he slid his arms around her.
"Hmm, I think I like this," she said, putting her arms around his shoulders and resting her cheek on his head.
"Me, too. So you're saying that in this whole town, there wasn't one guy before or after your transformation that was of any interest to you? You had to wait for a skinny underfed orphan?"
She lifted her head up off of his and then tilted his head back and said,
"Yes," and then she kissed him, and then kissed him some more. They were warm, gentle kisses, not the frenzied tongue tanglers from earlier.
When she was done she looked him in the eye and said,
"Have you ever wondered about how quickly I went from wanting to chew your head off to wanting to hear your troubles?"
"I assumed it was because you felt sorry for a miserable kid."
"No," she said, "when you looked up at me I got tingles all over. I never had that happen before."
"So you're saying we were destined to meet or something?"
"I don't know, lover, but I'm just glad I listened to my tingles. Now, I think it would be a good idea if maybe you went inside and took a nap."
Jimmy hated to admit it, but she was probably right. He hadn't done too well sleeping the last few nights. His dreams were taking an odd turn. It was less and less about his boy on boy sex episodes from the past, and instead of being about Carly as he had hoped, he was having dreams that seemed to come from his time spent with Mr. Jones and his night escapades in the scrap yard. As much as he had enjoyed those times when they were real, they weren't any fun compared to dreams featuring his sexy blonde goddess.
He did as that goddess suggested and climbed into bed. He was asleep in moments and didn't wake up until his aunt came home. After dinner he took the time to take the box from the garage and put it up in the low attic. The he watched a little TV with his aunt, who was finally able to work a regular schedule and the two were working on getting to know each other. She had taken particular interest in his musical undertakings. When the new semester started she was going to mention it to the head of the music department. Who knew where it might lead for her nephew.
That night he had a rather interesting dream, perhaps because he was so tired, or perhaps he had spent so much time playing, his dream started out pleasant enough. He was reliving a moment when he had his first encounter with the neighbor of his foster care family. He was a man in his thirties, a little less than average height and weight. Jimmy had met him within a few days of moving into the house a few doors down, but it was several weeks before the man's nature asserted itself.
It was on a Saturday afternoon and despite his melancholy he was helping the guy deal with an issue on his aging bicycle. His name was Gary and as he watched Jimmy work, he seemed to get more and more figedity with his hands in his pockets. When Jimmy was done, he stood up and explained what he had done. The dream skipped ahead and Jimmy was standing in Gary's living room, his pants to his ankles and Gary's wet, warm, experienced mouth on his fat cock, giving him the best blow job he had had up to that time.
Gary also had his own pants down and he was stroking a very nice looking dick of his own. When he couldn't hold back any longer, Gary slipped his mouth off Jimmy's dick and took the full load into his open mouth, letting some dribble out he sides of his mouth. The dream skipped ahead to another day, another encounter, with Jimmy kneeling behind the smooth bare ass that Gary presented to him while on his hands and knees.
His fat young cock was already sliding in and out of a nice tight ass, his hands gripping the older man's hips. As the fucking continued the vigor of the boy's thrusts intensified until he had the older man flat on the mattress, his hips hammering down, his chest against the bare back, his mouth at his neck. A skip ahead had them now fucking face to face, chest to chest and mouth to mouth. He was pouring his hot cum load into the willing, receptive ass while their lips ground and their tongues danced.
But something was intruding and the dream took a turn and Gary was gone, and Jimmy had no idea why and he was once again feeling alone, all his friends too far for a single day bike trip, all his materials locked away. He had made no new friends at the local school. When he awoke it was still hours to sunrise and a peek out his window showed the lights were off next door. He also knew she wasn't going to be home until sometime in the afternoon tomorrow as Carly and her mom had a shopping expedition planned.
So it was a somewhat groggy boy who sat at the breakfast table, half way through the breakfast his aunt had made him, watching her head out for another day of minding the books, as she called it. He figured he'd take the rebuilt bike from Carly's family for a test ride. He was just on the sidewalk in front of the house when a car rolled into the driveway next door and a middle aged man emerged.
"You must be Jimmy."
"Um, yes, sir."
"I'm Carly's father."
"Oh, it's nice to meet you, sir," Jimmy said, offering his hand.
"Nice to finally meet you, too, son," he said, shaking the offered hand. "I should have introduced myself before, but I'm afraid I haven't been around too much this summer."
"Carly, did mention that you were pretty busy."
"She probably didn't say how busy. She worries that her old man is wearing himself out but..." he finished with a shrug. "Say, is that the bike that was in the shed?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, I have to say that it looks better than the day we brought it home from the store."
"Carly had a lot to do with that. Turns out she's very good with cleaning and polishing the paint and bright work," Jimmy said with a grin.
"I'd have to agree with you there. You know that brings something to mind. I'm a member of a county wide business group and we do something with bicycles. We collect old and broken machines and get them rebuilt and refurbished and get them into the hands of kids or adults who can make use of them. The problem is we always have more work than skilled hands to do it. Would you be interested in helping?"
"Sure, it's not like I have a lot of demands on my time."
"That's great. As you can imagine there wouldn't be any money in it for you, but it will put you in touch with a lot of folks across the county. That could be useful down the road."
"Yes, sir."
"Well, this is terrific. I'll make a few calls and someone will be in touch. I better get inside or else Carly's mom will be giving me grief."
"Yes, sir, and thank you, sir."
With a nod Carly's father went towards his house and Jimmy mounted the bike and began pedaling up the street. The bike felt good. It pedaled easily and he ran it up and down through the gears and it shifted smoothly. He was happy with how it turned out but now he was faced with a dilemma. What was he going to do with it? He couldn't just sell it, that didn't feel right. Maybe he'd add it to the charity thing Carly's dad was involved with.
"There's that punk kid. Let's get him."
This broke his train of thought and he didn't even wait to see who said it. It sounded like that Weaver kid but since it came from in front of him, he hit the rear brake, skidded around one eighty and began pedaling away.
"After him."
He had been in such circumstances before, but on foot. This time he was flying along a road that headed past a small wooded park. He took the first path and found it to be hard packed dirt. As soon as he found the right looking spot he braked hard and veered off behind a tree. Propping up the bike he looked around quickly and found a suitable looking branch, about wrist thick and still a little green.
He listened for the sound of the approaching bikes and when he thought the time was right he swung the branch from behind the tree at what he thought was chest level. The result was quite satisfying. It was indeed Weaver and he was plucked cleanly off the seat and landed on his back on the hard packed dirt, knocking the wind out of him. The two other cyclists swerved to avoid their leader and wound up crashing through some thick underbrush.
Jimmy stepped out from behind the tree and saw his antagonist prostrate on his back, gasping for air. Looking down, he dropped the branch so that it lay partly across the bigger boy's neck and then stepped lightly on it. He looked over and saw the other two had freed themselves from the brush and were looking to move toward him.
"Just stay where you are or I step down a lot harder. Get your bikes and get lost. Your boss will be along in a few minutes."
When they showed some hesitation he made to step a little harder. Weaver responded with some waving of his hands. This gave the boys some impetus and they hurried to untangle their bikes and get moving back to the road. Jimmy looked down and saw Weaver looking back up at him, fear and anger warring across his face.
"You ready to get up?" Jimmy asked.
The best the older boy could manage was a gurgled yes.
"Alright, give me your hand," Jimmy said.
Reluctantly, Weaver held up his hand and Jimmy took hold of it and immediately bent in a direction nature never intended it to bend. He then kicked the branch away, and with a practiced twist he had Weaver over on his stomach, where he set his arm in what was generally known as a chicken wing. He got Weaver to his feet and walked him over to his bicycle.
"Now, this is where I let you go. If you have any ideas other than picking up your bike and leaving, forget it. Up to know I've been nice to you. I'm done being nice. You're a bully, Weaver. I hate bullies. I knew a bully like you once. He thought he was a real badass. And you know what the important thing is?"
Weaver just shook his head as he gritted his teeth.
"I'm still here, and he's not. You might want to think about that. Now get lost."
With that Jimmy pushed the other boy forward, releasing his arm and stepping back a couple of steps and then setting himself, just in case. Weaver didn't even look back, he picked up his bike and began pushing it back toward the road. Jimmy watched until he lost sight and then he sagged. The adrenaline had really been flowing and he just didn't have the stamina yet. He walked over and found a spot on the ground by the bicycle and sat down.
It was after lunch when he was sitting on the front porch of his aunt's house, a can of soda in his hand. He heard footsteps and looked up and couldn't help but smile. It was a warm August afternoon and Carly was dressed appropriately, or inappropriately, depending on your philosophical slant.
Again her shorts were both nearly legless and waistless. The top had no sleeves, a v neck and ended before it reached the bottom of her ribcage. Her long blonde hair hung down her back, held only by a thin band holding it off her face, which was lit up with a bright smile and flashing green eyes.
"Hello, there, lover."
This was said as she sat down beside him and pulled him into a tight hug and then rained wet kisses all over his face. He slipped his free arm around her bare lower back.
"Hello to you too, sweet thing."
"I just want to tell you, you made quite the impression on Daddy this morning," she said.
"Really? Well, I'm glad to hear that. I don't imagine he'd think so if he knew what we've been doing."
She blew out a breath to indicate he was being silly and continued on.
"He thought you did such a great job on the bike and was very pleased that you would help out with one of his favorite ventures. That puts you miles ahead of any of the other boys our age."
Jimmy then squinted at her and said,
"Wait a minute. You were out with your mother all morning, weren't you?"
"Yes, we got home about half an hour ago."
"Then why did your dad tell me he had to get into the house or your mom was going to give him trouble?"
"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart, he wasn't blowing you off. He had promised mom he'd do some things while we were out. He wasn't really supposed to be out of the house. Thank goodness he was hard at it when we got home."
"Gee, I hope when we're married you won't do that to me," he said, taking a drink from the can.
Carly was looking at him, her big, green eyes blinking and her grip on his shoulders tight.
"What was that you said?"
"What? Oh, just that when we're married, you won't boss me around like that."
"You think about us being married?" she asked quietly.
"Um, well, yeah, from time to time I imagine what it would be like, and I like what I imagine."
Her reaction was somewhat uncharacteristic. Instead of her usual intensely physical, intensely emotional actions, she simply hugged his face to her shoulder and held him there, kissing the top of his head and running her fingers through his hair. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft and quiet.
"I've imagined that myself. And I like what I imagine, too. Although I think we'll have to wait a while."
"For you, I'd wait forever," he said just below her ear.
That sat like that for some time. Then he finally sat back and looked at that softly smiling face and he leaned in and softly kissed her trembling lips. He let his hands run over those firm bare thighs and down the front of her shins.
"Don't your parents worry about how little you wear?" he asked, smiling a bit.
"In the beginning, but after what they put up with from my sister, I'm actually pretty easy to deal with."
"Really, I thought your sister was studying medicine."
"Oh, now she is. What she used to study was the back seat of every varsity players car from the time she was fourteen. She was brought home by the cops at least half a dozen times after they found her at some cozy parking spot or another. The fact that you don't have a car weighs very heavily in your favor," she said, smiling and kissing his face.
"Well, my plan is to find an old pickup truck, so no back seat for us," he replied.
"We've done pretty well without one. And do me a favor."
"Sure, anything."
"When the time is right, I'd like a real proposal. Just because we agreed to it at sixteen, please don't take me for granted," she said, her mouth set in the hottest pout he ever saw.
"I'll start planning for it now. Something very special."
Which got him a deep, soft, passionate kiss. When they surfaced he asked how the shopping went. She indicated what she was wearing and he could only smile. Her sister must have been really something if this goddess was the lesser worry.
"And what about you, how'd your morning go?"
"Well, after I spoke to your dad, I took the bike for a ride. It's really nice now. I'm guessing I'll donate it to your dad's charity. I don't imagine selling it would go over well."
"That would be very nice of you."
"Oh, and I got chased by that Weaver friend of yours."
"What?" she said as she sat bolt upright.
He explained what had happened, attempting to gloss over certain things but she sensed he was holding back so she asked pointed questions to get the whole story. When he was finished her eyes flashed green fire.
"Serves him right. He must outweigh you by thirty pounds and he still needed help, not that it did any good."
Then she cuddled him up again and gave him more kisses on the top of his head.
"You know, my first thought is to take you inside, get you naked on your bed and have you make love to me for hours. But, after what you told me, I think you need to rest. Let me see your face," she said.
He pulled himself upright and she took hold of his face in both hands. He saw her eyes flicking back and forth.
"Hmm, I thought so. You need rest."
"How can you tell that?" he asked.
"It's your eyes, when you're tired they get tight at the corners and they look a little unfocused."
Jimmy gave her a look that suggested his disbelief.
"Sweetheart, don't doubt it. I know just how your face looks for every situation. Especially the fun ones," she said with a wink. "If I knew anything about drawing I'd be able to draw you from memory. Now, sit here a minute and I'll be right back."
She bounced up off the step and went into the house and came out a few minutes later with a soda and a bowl of snacks. They sat and talked about nothing important until his aunt came home. It was the first of uncountable such moments that Jimmy would have traded for nothing he could imagine.
It was late the next morning when Carly came over and saw that Jimmy looked much more rested so she dragged him into the house, got him naked on his bed and had him make love to her until the early afternoon. After he had sprayed his first cum load all over her stomach and tits, she got them both cleaned up and they lay on his bed lightly stroking and kissing each other until his cock was once more laying rigid on his belly.
Wanting to try something new and give him a breather she settled in to slowly stroking his fat shaft, watching as his precum started to flow. She then proceeded to rub it into the head and then coax some down onto the shaft. When he started to move his hands toward her she said,
"Keep those to yourself, leave this to me."
He had a momentary flash of her mom saying that to her dad but quickly let it go because she had dipped her head down and began to run her tongue over his hard nipples. This got even more precum flowing and she was using it to good advantage along his fat shaft. When she decided his nipples had had enough she locked her mouth over his and began a tongue dance that put him over the edge and his hips began to buck and his first stream of cum fired toward the ceiling. Then came the second, third and fourth with the last oozing out and down and over her hand.
She was squealing and laughing as the cum splashed down on his stomach and chest and her arm and he grunted. When he was finally done he melted into the mattress and she covered his body with hers and slid around on his cum splattered torso. When it started to feel sticky she stopped and they managed to get off the bed and down to the half bath and shower. Another first since they were such a mess that they actually got into the shower stall together and discovered the fun of being coated in soap suds.
Later that afternoon, they were once again seated on the front porch drinking soda and eating snacks. Carly had a nearly continuous smile as they sat there.
"You look like the cat who caught the mouse, or a lotta mice," he offered.
"What we just did was so much fun. Especially just playing around in the shower. You are so much better than those boys my sister was always screwing around with," she said, hugging his shoulders.
"How do you know that?" he asked.
As if suddenly realizing what she said she got very red in the face and then coughed a bit.
"Um, well, at first, I was able to hear her talk to some of her girlfriends on the phone. Her room was next to mine and if I sat in the right place with my ear to the wall, I could hear it pretty well."
"Holding a glass up to the wall and your ear to the glass works better," he commented nonchalantly.
"You know that, too? That came a little later but yeah, you're right. Of course, when I found her stash of diaries after she left for college, wow, that was an education."
"Damn, Carly, you're full of surprises. No wonder it was love at first sight. We really are soul mates," Jimmy said, genuinely impressed.
He was swarmed under and covered with wet kisses on his face and then a long one on the lips. When she pulled back she looked closely at his face and said,
"Sweetheart, no has ever said or ever will say anything that means more to me than what you just did. I don't know what we'll wind up doing, but whatever it is, we are doing it together."
"I wouldn't have thought it would be any other way," he said, his expression so serious all she could do was look at him in wonder, then dropping her head to his shoulder for a moment.
"Well, anyway," she continued from her perch on his shoulder, "apparently things weren't so good, no matter how many guys she hooked up with. To hear her tell it, all they wanted to do was play with her tits, have her suck their dicks and then fuck her."
She brought her head and looked at him, seeing the funny look on his face
"What?"
"You're so hot when you talk dirty."
She swatted his arm and laughed.
"I said those were her words. But I'll keep that in mind. Anyway, she had similar results the first couple years of college until she just kind of swore off it all. If she ever finds out about you and the things you do for me," she said, shaking her head, "she'll go ballistic. I don't think I'll tell her."
He couldn't help but chuckle. The next couple of days were relatively quiet. They rode their bikes around town, found a few places where they could hang and make out and then after their weekly trip to the pizzeria Jimmy had a bit of a moment. When he and Carly had walked into the restaurant, there was the usual looks at Carly in her skimpy shorts and tee top. But there was also some nudges and head nods in his direction and he couldn't help wonder if somehow his treatment of Weaver had gotten around.
So it didn't help his frame of mind when they got close to their homes and saw a pickup truck done up in the livery of the county sheriff's office parked in front of his aunt's house. The bed had a cap on it so he didn't know what might be in there. A police dog, maybe. When they stopped by his driveway, the deputy got out and looking at them said,
"You're Jimmy?"
"Yes, sir."
There must have been something in his voice or posture because the deputy smiled and said,
"Don't worry, kid, this isn't official. I have your first batch of bikes to fix. The sheriff is very big on this program."
"Oh, okay, we can just put `em in the garage for now."
The deputy opened the cap window and dropped the tailgate. Jimmy looked in and saw five bicycles, all looking rather decrepit and dirty. He wondered if they were giving him a test of sorts. As each bike was pulled from the truck bed he gave it a quick once over and they didn't look any better up close.
One bike had a severely damaged front rim and a number of scratches in the paint on the frame. One side of the handlebar was bent back. Jimmy shook his head and said,
"I hope who was ever riding this had a helmet on when they crashed."
"Nope, but fortunately he didn't land on his head. He was a purse thief, ride by and grab the purse off of some woman's arm or shoulder," the deputy explained. "Made two, maybe three grabs before he was spotted. He tried to get away but he didn't get too far. Tried to go off road, hit a tree or something and went down."
"Well, we'll see what we can do."
"Just so long as it's safe and solid, it doesn't have to be pretty," the deputy offered.
Once the bikes were off the truck, the deputy seemed to be in a hurry to be on his way. Carly and Jimmy were left to get the bikes into the garage. Once they were all in, Carly stood with her hands on her hips and looked at the assemblage.
"Pretty sorry looking bunch, don't you think?"
"I dunno, I've worked on worse. Except maybe the getaway bike," he said, then looking at her, he went on, "Will you be able to help me with the cleaning?"
"Of course, sweetheart. Remember what I said about us doing things together."
He smiled and then he asked her,
"How are you with a paint brush?"
"What, you mean like painting a wall?"
"No, I mean touching up all those scratches. I heard what the guy said, but just because we're giving this to someone, doesn't mean we have to give them something that looks like junk."
She nodded and gave him a tight little smile before she wrapped him in a tight hug. Then she looked at him and said,
"Before you get all caught up in this, come with me."
Taking him by the hand she led him through the laundry room and into the kitchen. She put her hands on his shoulders and pressed him back against a counter and began a vigorous assault on his lips while her hands were busy at his waist undoing his belt and pants. When she got his pants open she pushed them down off his skinny hips and then got his boxers down as well. One long fingered hand gripped his fat shaft and with a wicked grin she crouched as his feet and watched her hand move up and down. Then she looked up at him and said,
"Sweetheart, I have a confession to make."
In a slightly strangled voice he said, "And what might that be?"
"Well, you know how when I do things like this, I say that you deserve a special treat or something?"
He nodded.
"That's only partially true. A big part of it is I just can't get enough of your delicious body and I need to have you anyway I can get you. Is that okay with you?"
"I don't care what reason you use to get us naked together. Just be honest," he said.
`Okay, special boy, I need you to shoot your hot load in my mouth."
"And I want nothing more than to give that to you any time you want it."
And with that he took a double handful of that gleaming blonde hair and pulled her willing mouth over the head of his fat cock. She took her hands, gripped his bare hips and pulled him to her. He began to gently fuck her mouth as those crystal green eyes peered up at him, the corners crinkled in a smile. Her hands slid around to his skinny ass cheeks, gently kneading and squeezing, helping him keep up the rhythm of his face fucking.
He was groaning and she was moaning and both were enjoying each other immensely, but eventually he couldn't hold back anymore and with a final grunt and thrust he began to unload his balls into her waiting mouth. Thick streams of cum shot to the back of her throat and she swallowed eagerly. Once he came down off his toes she let his cock slide out of her mouth and she flashed him that full face smile and licked her lips, then his cock.
"Oh, sweetheart, that was just the best. Damn, I love you," she said, standing up and gently kissing his lips.
He smiled back and then took her by the arms, turned her around so that she was backed up against the counter.
"Then you'll love this," he said as he deftly undid the buttons on her ridiculous little shorts and shimmied them down her thighs, dragging her panties along for the rid. Then they were at her ankles and off. He pushed her legs apart and began to lick her pussy lips.
"Oh, fuck, baby, yesss."
She helped out by lifting up her leg and putting her foot on the counter. Her pussy was fully exposed and Jimmy went after it like a man on a mission. His tongue spread her puffy lips and flicked over the hard nub on her clit, eliciting deep satisfied groans as her hips pushed forward inviting his tongue to go deeper. Which it did. He held on to her thighs as his tongue found the opening to her wet tunnel and pushed in as deep as he could.
"Oh, fuck, yes, fuck me with your tongue, lover. Oh god..." the rest coming out as an incoherent gurgle.
As his tongue worked its way in and out his nose rubbed her clit some more and her hips were squirming and bucking as one hand held his head in place and the other braced her on the counter. Her pussy was leaking all over his face and he was delirious with the taste of her. He began to run his tongue up and down the length of her pussy lips, even flicking down to her tight pink asshole, which twitched and got even deeper groans from her.
When he lingered just a bit more on her asshole with his tongue she yelped, bucked and then came hard. She wound up with a handful of hair as she pressed in as her hips lunged outward. He just stayed with it, lapping up as much of the fluids as he could until her body suddenly went slack and he had to hold tight to her to keep her from sliding off the counter.
He stood up and let her slump against him, her head resting against his, his arms tight around her back. When she was able to, she put both hands on the counter and pushed up, getting herself into a sitting position, then her bare legs wrapped around his hips, her arms around his shoulders and they stayed that way. After a while, her lips found his ear and she kissed and nibble at it for a while and then she pulled her head back. Those big green eyes locked on his and the smile that shaped her mouth seemed to run from ear to ear.
"I don't think I'll tell my sister about you. That would be too cruel."