The Life of John Smith Chapter 8_(0)

Chapter 8 Even More Time with Carol and Mom

When I walked Carol home after school on Wednesday I informed her what I wanted to do after school on Friday, she got excited and asked, “You mean we will be able to do anything with no chance of getting caught?”

“We will have almost two full hours. And I have four rubbers in case you are ready to go all the way,” I informed her.



“Fuck? I don’t know that I am ready for that. I want to but…” she said as tears welled up in her eyes.

“I know,” I said, “You know I enjoy hand jobs.”

“But I know you want to fuck me and until I let you, you will sob…sob. You’ll probably go back to sob…sob to whoever let you do it to her…sob,” By this time her words dissolved into uncontrollable sobs.

“Carol stop, please don’t cry,” I spoke to her softly but firmly, “We will both enjoy ourselves even if we do not do anything but kiss.” I tried to kiss her tears away. I kissed her forehead and tear wet cheeks. She turned her lips to mine and we locked into a full body contact passion filled kiss.

A car, loaded with high school boys, slowed as it passed. “Hey you two, get a room!” one of them shouted. “Nah, fuck ‘er there,” another shouted. The driver sped away.

Ignoring them we continued our public display of passion. I was hard, very hard, and she was pressing her groin to my boner. When we at last broke the kiss, she said, “Still not ready, but close. Maybe a blow job. I don’t know though.”

“Only when you are completely ready,” I said as we resumed our walk to her house. I glanced down at the huge bulge in my trousers. I knew I could do nothing about it.

“Oh Johnny, I am sorry. Look what I have done to you,” she said.

“Can’t be helped. You bring out the worst in me,” I said.

“Oh no Johnny, don’t call it that. As far as I’m concerned that is your best,” she said as she hugged in close to me as we walked. Then she said, “It’s too bad that when a boy gets a boner we don’t say, ‘Look at that proud boy. Hey, pull it out and show everyone how proud you are.’ Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

“I don’t know. Would you want to show your pussy to everyone?” I asked.

“Sure. You called it beautiful. You did mean that, didn’t you?”

“Of course I did,” I said as I hugged her close.

We walked in silence for almost a block and then she said, “Hey, you know what my middle name is? It’s Lee. I don’t like it but if I can call you Johnny, you can call me Carol Lee.”

“My problem is that Johnny is what my mom calls me. She wants me to be her little man.”

“Oh well. I see.” She was quiet for a moment then said, “I know, you are my John and that guy down there in your pants is no longer a dick. He is now my Johnny. My little man who is going to give me more joy than either your mom or my mom could ever appreciate.”

“Okay,” I said, wondering why she had brought up our mothers. I knew my mother enjoyed my dick. I wondered if her mother could enjoy a dick. Thinking of all that pink she wore, I wondered if Brenda Martin’s bedroom was pink. I asked, “Is your mother’s bedroom pink?”

“Oh no, her room is all gold and wood. She just wears pink.”

“Do you know, does your mother enjoy your father’s dick?” I asked.

“Oh yes but there is something I have to tell you about that. You see my dad is the family dick,” she announced.

What? I thought. What is she saying. Has she seen her father’s dick? “What do you mean?” I ventured.

“It’s a joke between my mom and me. You see my dad’s first name is Richard, so he is often called Dick. When he is being unpleasant, mom says to me, “He is just living up to his name,’ or “He is being the family dick.”

“But your father has never done anything inappropriate,” I said.

“Yes, he has.