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CHAPTER TWO

Barry was waiting for her. Sarah got into the car, rolled the window all the way down and slumped in the seat. It would feel good to have the wind blow her hair. She lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply.

"I sure wish you would give those damn things up, honey," Barry said as he started the engine.

"Mr. Wallace, please, no sermons today," Sarah groaned.

"Well, pardon me, I…"

Sarah reached out and touched his hand. "I'm sorry, Barry. It's been a rough day. Just let me lean back and relax for a few minutes."

"Okay, hon, forgiven. But I still don't see how you can keep from smoking at home, when you smoke as much as you do."

Sarah took a deep drag, held it, then let it out slowly. Jesus Christ, will you shut up? she thought, and closed her eyes.

Sarah still lived at borne with her parents and it wasn't easy. They nagged her about this and they nagged about that. And where smoking and drinking and sex were concerned – it was Sodom and Gomorrah revisited. They constantly bitched about the smell of smoke on her clothing, blaming it on the horrible sinners she had to mingle with. It always made her laugh silently a little and want a cigarette so bad she could fart!

Sarah knew she wasn't the kind of girl they thought she was. It bothered her conscience, but she was slowly getting over it. She had to be her own kind of person, not theirs. Life was to be lived and enjoyed. It wasn't meant to be a period of time in which you could see how much you could deny yourself. Of course, it couldn't be all self gratification, either. There had to be self restraint and Sarah practiced that, too.

She was an only child and hadn't been around other kids too much when she was little, especially boys. She had matured early, being around grownups most of the time. Her spiritual needs had been well-filled, but her human needs had been left sadly lacking.

Sarah's first knowledge of boys came long after she should have known that boys and girls are different. She and several other girls were hiking when they came upon a group of boys swimming nude in a pond. The girls hid and watched the boys frolic in the water.

Little did her mother know what an angel of mercy or how much pleasure and relief little Sarah would bring to certain ailing male patients.

Sarah's training included emptying bed pans, bathing patients, changing gowns and bedding and, for the second time in her life, she was seeing male cocks. The memory of the nude boys by the pond burned in her mind. Her body tingled and itched and ached and it was just a matter of time before it happened.

The first time she had been alone in a room with a young boy giving him a bath when he got a hard-on. When he boyishly asked her to play with him she impulsively grabbed his cock and jerked him off until his come spilled down over her hand. It was the most thrilling experience of her life.

She swore it would never happen again, but it did – again and again. It even got to the point where she would rush to the toilet afterward and play with herself. She had her first orgasm sitting on a cold toilet seat thinking about the man she had just jerked off.

But her guilt had flourished and made her a prime target when she met Barry Wallace. He was a pre-law student, steady, reliable, and her parents liked him. He was just the kind of dedicated young man that Sarah needed and he was religious, too.

They fell in love and as their necking grew heavier, so did their need for each other. They never really petted, even though Sarah really wanted to play with his cock. She knew a shrink would have said she was obsessed with penis envy or had a deep states penis fixation or some such bullshit. But belt Sarah just liked the feel of a cock in her hand, the way it was so soft and pulpy at first with the bag hanging loose. And then this way the prick grow and the bag tightened, the man's groans, his squirting cock, and, bat of all, the exquisite feeling it gave her. She got so she could come herself, sometimes, while she brought a guy off. Those were the best times. She liked the idea of making a man feel so good.

It was only natural that it would finally happen. One afternoon they went to Barry's apartment, stripped, and fucked. There was practically no foreplay, they just lay down, be forced his cock in, and moved in and out. Sarah closed her eyes and imagined he was one of the boys at the pond years ago and had a violent orgasm. It frightened Barry so much that he didn't even come.

Sarah had wanted to get married, but Barry had a lot of school ahead of him and pointed out the wisdom of waiting. Sarah's parents, of course, concurred. With his heavy study load he didn't have enough time for Sarah and she often felt neglected. Their sex life fell into a schedule – Barry was a nut for schedules – and they fucked once a week, always on Wednesdays. Today was Wednesday.

Sarah let the smoke slide easily from her lips and watched Barry through squinted eyes. She was burning up inside, her belly churned, her thighs tingled and her cunt throbbed with excitement. She wanted to fuck so bad she could all but taste it.

Barry parked the car and Sarah looked at her watch. It was almost four o'clock.

"I can't stay late. Gotta be home by five-thirty. Mom gets mad as hell when I'm late," she said.

Barry frowned and she knew it was because she used the word hell. She threw her cigarette butt out the window. It was her third since leaving the hospital.

"Come on, let's go in," she said.

"What's the rush? We have lots of time," Barry said.

They had an hour. It took thirty minutes to drive her home, and Sarah didn't think an hour was lots of time. She wanted to spend an hour loving and kissing and feeling before they fucked. They never had, but she wanted to.

In the apartment, Barry proceeded to pull all the drapes and turn off all the lights. Sarah wondered why he always got the room as dark as he could. Didn't he want to look at her body? She certainly warned to look at his.

They undressed in the near darkness and got on the bed. She reached for him the minute his weight settled beside her. Their lips went together and clung tight. He was such a good kisser, so eager to sit and neck, but she wanted more, she wanted the hot erotic things she had always heard about. Ruth had told her about a guy who went down on her and the thought was an instant turn-on for Sarah.

She wanted to kiss and suck his nipples and wanted him to return the favor. He had never done more than feel her tits lightly. She wanted him to kiss her tits and nip them and suck at the nipples. Her tits felt hot and hard against his chest now.

And she had even imagined kissing him lower, yes, even kissing his cock.

She felt his cock hard against her leg. His prick was bot and it throbbed gently. "Oh Barry, Barry darling… yes, yes…" She whispered.

She felt his smooth body come up over her, his weight pressing down. It was an exquisite feeling and she was breathing hard. Her legs came open and allowed his hips to slip down between them. She slid her hand down their bodies and found his cock.

"No, I'll do it," he said, pushing her hand away. "Oh, Barry, get it in, do it, do it!" she moaned. It puzzled Barry that she was so eager and seemed to get more so all the time. It didn't make sense. After all, sex was mostly for his gratification anyway, wasn't it? It was just an urge that crept up on him occasionally and needed to be filled. It was easily channeled into a time and a place, and that time and place were here, his apartment, and now, Wednesday afternoon. Sex once a week was ample, often more than ample. He didn't understand why Sarah sometimes hinted at doing it at other times. Sometimes after just one good kiss she seemed to want to have sex. It worried Barry a little, but not right then – he was in need, too.

He pressed the tip of his cock against her ruby cunt lips and it went in. Sarah moaned and lifted with her hips. See… see how she is, he thought, and pushed his prick on in.

Sarah could feel the spit almost gurgling in her mouth. The feel of his cock sliding into hex pussy was so good she wanted to scream, to cry out. She wanted to urge him to – yes, to fuck her, fuck her hard! But she didn't dare.

"Barry, all of it, get it all in," she moaned.

She rocked under him gently, her starving cunt feasting on his prick. He felt so good on top of her with his cock buried so snug in her pussy. Then she thought of the size of the prick she had held in her hand that very morning. Barry's was quite pussy by comparison. In fact, it wasn't very large compared to most of the cocks she had seen. Then she was glad it was dark because bet face reddened with shame.

She tried to hold him close and caress him while they fucked, but he seemed to hold her off. He lifted up and then plunged his cock in and out. Fortunately, his low sex drive kept him from releasing quickly and he could fuck her for quite a while. But she knew he would jerk his cock out at the very best moment and grab the wad of tissue he kept on the bed beside them. He didn't want her on the pill and he certainly didn't want her pregnant, so he always came in a bunch of tissues.

She had her eyes closed and the feeling was really getting good. She wiggled as much as she dared and suppressed her squealing, but still felt the blessed orgasm take over her senses. God, how she wanted to go wild and scream and jerk and clamp her legs around him so he would have to come inside her.

She wanted to feel his come in her and on her. Maybe he would miss the tissue and come on her legs!

She relaxed, her eyes closed, and felt like she was floating in a pool of warm water with the tiny waves slapping between her legs. It was like bathing in a pool of orgasm with the soft excitement washing fresh each time he pushed his cock in and brought it back out. She hoped he would last a long, long time this afternoon. She needed it. Fuck the time, fuck her mother, she thought.

Barry was pumping hard and he was sweating. She liked the smell of his sweat. He gave a sharp grunt and she knew the fuck was over. "No!" she whispered, as she felt his wonderful prick jerk free. She felt deserted, empty, forlorn, forsaken. A couple of jerks into the tissue and Barry was finished. He fell back on his haunches, panting, a clump of tissues pressed against the head of his cock.

"We better hurry, Sarah, we took quite a while," he said and got off the bed.

Sarah got up slowly and reached for her panties. She felt good all over, warm, exhilarated, but not satisfied. She felt like she could have gone on for another hour.

She dressed slowly, deliberately dawdling in the bathroom.

"Come on, Sarah, or you'll be late," he said. "I don't care," she said.

"Well, I do!" Barry snapped.

"I can't find my shoe."

"Oh, Christ!"

"What did you say, Barry? Shame on you!" she mocked.

Barry shrugged, let the air out of his lungs, but didn't answer. Sarah had a hard time suppressing a giggle. He got on his knees and looked under the bed.

"Hell, we need some light," he snorted. "Barry, for shame!" Sarah cried. Barry pulled the drapes open, turned and glared at her. "Now stop that. You're mocking me!" His face was red. It surprised Sarah because he didn't usually get that angry.

Her shoe sat beside the chair, less than a foot from where she stood. "Oh, there it is," she cried with mock surprise, biting her lip to keep from laughing aloud.

They drove home in complete silence. Barry never seemed to want to talk much after they fucked. When they pulled up in front of the house he looked at her and smiled.

"I'll see you Friday," he said.

"Okay," she answered and bent over and kissed his cheek. Before she closed the door, she leaned back in. "Oh, next week if in on nights – we can have all Wednesday afternoon."

"Don't you remember, Sarah? Next week is finals week – we can't see each other at all. I'm going to hole up and study the whole week."

Sarah felt like a balloon that had just taken a pin in the side.

"Oh," she said softly. "I'll see you Friday." She felt like she was going to prison as she walked toward the house. It would be another dull evening of reading, or such, and early to bed.

"Shit!" she said. "I'd rather fuck!"