His cock still dripped. I didn't know how many times a guy could shoot sperm at me. I guess at that time I thought he could do it endless numbers of times.
I was now soaking wet. His cum had dripped all over me, and I felt encrusted as it began to dry.
"You look great," he said to me. "You are hereby pronounced the cum-queen."
I smiled. He seemed to be genuinely warm to me now.
He climbed off my body and undid his pants. I thought it was because he was now going to fuck me, but he put his cock back into his jeans and told me to get dressed.
"Next date I'll fuck you for sure," he said, though kindly this time. "You'll enjoy it. You won't be hurt, I promise you."
"Couldn't we do this again?" I asked. "I liked it."
"Oh, we will, we will. But we'll do everything else, too. You know, Marianne, I like you. You're the first girl I didn't fuck on the first date, and I think that I like you because of it. I'll still have something to look forward to."
I was so pleased. He was going to ask me out again! I guessed that the first date with such a popular young man was just going to be the only painful one. After this one, everything would be simply peachy.
He did fuck me on our next date, and, I might mention, it hurt like hell. It even hurt after he broke my cherry. I hurt for days. But do you know what? On our third date, he took me dancing.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tom was something in those days. He was handsome, dashing, and, I might add, a good lay. I knew, after the first time that he fucked me, why all the girls loved him so much. His cock could bring such exquisite pleasure to a girl's cunt, that I personally know a dozen girls who would have died for him. I, of course, was the only one who did. I married him.
Things started to sour shortly after our marriage. Oh, I knew he liked other women, but it took a few years to realize that he not only liked them, he loved them. He fucked just about every girl he laid eyes on.
And that's what I really can't stand about him. The hypocrisy. "The scandal, think of the scandal," he said when he found out I had been fucked by one of my students. What scandal? He was the one who threatened to turn it into one. He was going to broadcast it to the world if I didn't get the hell out of his life and fucking fast.
I guess he wanted to bring all his little girlfriends home. He will be able to now that I'm no longer there. And if you think that our children will inhibit him, think again. Not on a bet. "Why, Carolyn, want to see your father fuck? Come on in and watch. Then I'll fuck you."
Well, that's a bit hypocritical of me. After all, I shouldn't criticize him on that score. What I wouldn't give to make it with my son Gary!
Damn! It's time to get to work, and I haven't even finished this fucking bottle of booze yet. Well, here's to me. To you. To us.
You know, I was a schoolteacher. A teacher! I was looked up to in the community. I had respect. I had prestige. And I was a good teacher. A fucking good teacher (no pun intended). And look at me now. A drunken, whining, slobbering slut. Would you want your children to be taught by me? Not now you wouldn't.
Tell me honestly. What did I do that was so wrong? I didn't kill anyone. Murderers get away scot-free nowadays. I didn't steal. I didn't hurt anyone. I just offended the community's sense of morality. And I did it to help. Not for pleasure, though it was pleasurable. I did it to help Ronald Warren. He was so unaware of his own body, his own sexuality, his own manhood. He's a better man today because of what I did, and I've been destroyed by it.
Can I honestly say that I had no idea of what the consequences for my action would be? I didn't think about it. My sole desire at the time was to help Ronald become aware of himself I did not calculate or weigh the advantages or the disadvantages of letting him fuck me. I just let it happen. I am not a calculating woman.
And for my pains I am destroyed. I cannot teach. I cannot live with my family. By now, I'm sure my children hate me. God knows what lies Thomas has told Carolyn and Gary. He told me that he would say I had contracted some disease and needed a rest. He probably said that I was some moral degenerate and had to be put away for my own sake and theirs. God, do I hate that man!
So what do I do now? Instead of teaching, I wait on tables. Instead of instructing the young, I serve the old and decrepit and creepy. Edie's Diner does not attract the carriage trade.
Edie is a remarkable woman, though. She runs the place with great efficiency and enthusiasm. And charm. She's a great woman. I stay there only because of Edie.
Edie doesn't know about my former life. I lied to her when I applied for the job. "Of course I'm experienced," I said. She meant waitressing. I meant the other thing.
But the customers are something else. God knows where they come from. They are almost all dirty and they are all lecherous. Every one of them has tried to get inside my pants. Literally. Especially Benny. He actually once put his hand right up my skirt and felt me up. I wasn't wearing panties, and he immediately broadcast to all the other guys in the diner that I had a hairy pussy.
Well, I had better put some new clothes on. These all smell like cunt. My cunt-juice is all over them.
Edie always likes it when the waitresses wear something sexy. Even though she knows that it excites her men customers. She does it, she says, because otherwise they wouldn't come in. I guess she's right. If there were no customers, there would be no diner and if there was no diner, there would be no job for me.
Well, at least the one nice thing about this lousy hotel is that there is at least an elevator. It sometimes works, too. There's nothing worse than having to climb up six flights to your room. Six ugly flights. The only other hotels I could afford, though, were now here near Edie's.
At least I can walk to work. It's only ten minutes each way, and if the weather is nice, I sometimes go for a long walk before I finally get there.
Waiting for the damn elevator is another problem, though. I wish they would make it an automatic one. Waiting for Tony to finally get his ass in gear can take all day.
You ring and ring and ten minutes later, he's mumbling and cursing all the way up. You'd think that I'd interrupted something important. Like his drinking. Well, maybe I had.
"Down?" My. He's attractive.
"What happened to Tony?"
"He's drying out." The kid laughed. Everyone laughs at Tony's drinking. It's a good thing he drives an elevator cab and not a taxi or something. The worst thing he can do is to miss the floor and have to go back.
He is cute. And with those piercing eyes, I'm going to enjoy these elevator rides. Maybe I can say I forgot something and go back up?
"Thanks. Oh, what's your name?"
"Frank."
"Marianne." What a smile! Such white teeth. I wonder if he hasn't thought of going to Hollywood and becoming an actor?
If only Edie weren't so strict about being on time. I'd love to find out how this one is in bed. I bet he's dynamite. Just look at how handsome he is! I can almost feel my cunt getting ready and juiced up for him. I bet his cock is big, too.
"Thank you, Frank. I hope you'll be on the job for a while."
"I hope to be, ma'am. I'm working my way through school and I need the job. I have it until Tony comes back."
Should I wish Tony a quick recovery? That would be the decent thing to do. Well, maybe he won't come back after he's well. Then everyone can be happy.
"Hi, Edie."
"Hello, Marianne. How's your ass?" That's Edie's greeting for you. A jolly old soul. She looked like she saw quite a bit of action in her day.
"Hi, gorgeous. What's on the menu today? How's the hot pussy today? Is it fresh?"
"No, but you are, Benny. Benny! Keep your hands to yourself."
"I gave that up when I was a teenager, Marianne. I'd rather keep my hands to someone else."
"Obviously."
"Suzie don't mind when I touch her."
"Then touch Suzie." Suzie is the other waitress. She's young. She doesn't know that she could get a man more attractive than Benny. She giggles when he touches her. Someday he's going to fuck her.
"I'm going out, Marianne. Watch out for any trouble." Edie often leaves the place during the day. I don't know where she goes, but she comes back happy. I bet she has a lover.
I hate it when she leaves, though. The customers get more aggressive. I'd better watch out for Benny. He sure is horny today.
Where is Benny, for that matter. He was just here. He didn't eat yet, so he couldn't have gone. Probably in the john beating off, despite what he says.
"Hey, lady, where's my omelet?"
"Coming right up, sir." He's a new customer. Thinks this is the fucking Ritz. But Edie says service with a smile. Better go check on the chef. What's taking him so long with that fucking omelet?
Holy shit!! "Suzie! You get back to work! Your customers are screaming!" Will you look at that! "Benny, you get out of the kitchen! Customers don't belong here!"
"She invited me."
"Suzie, stop that!"
Benny has his hand up Suzie's dress, and she's loving it. Look at him go. She's longing for it. I can tell a woman in heat. She wants him to fuck her and… Christ! His dick is hanging out. It's hard and she's starting to rub it.
"Ohhh, that's good. Suzie, lick it? Ohh, please lick it!"
"Don't you dare, Suzie! Stop this at once! This is a restaurant!"
"It's some cheap diner," she retorted.
"Well, you don't have to be cheap, too."