Click – Ann snorts another line while Bill drips his last dribbles of sperm on her hair, she oblivious through her haze of coke.
The deal done, Ann was in a real hurry to get out of there. She was probably afraid that he'd try to rape her anyway, but Bill was obviously spent to the point of disinterest. He had retrieved a beer from his shoulder bag and was taking long pulls at it while he played with himself. He paid her no attention as she gathered up her stuff.
I suddenly realized that I was standing on the path she was about to take back. I crouched down quickly in the darkness – she passed by within two feet of me without noticeing. Her perfume was almost strong enough to cover the smell of Bill's crotch, though not quite. The whole scene had given me a raging boner and it was a little uncomfortable squatting in my tight jeans. As soon as she was out of sight, I rushed back to my car and headed home
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Chapter 2 – Seeing What Develops
No darkroom at home, and the school closed until monday, I put my precious roll of black and white film in a safe place and tried to make the time pass quickly. I'd taken the photos on friday night, and saturday I had a date with Theresa Mills. I thought about cancelling it, since my mind was filled with distractions, but then I remembered how nice a distraction Theresa could be, and I took her to the Lake.
Theresa was catholic, so her limits were pretty firm, but she had nice tits and let me fondle and suck them while she jacked me off. All I could think of as she stroked my cock was Bill Arnold's dong in Ann Macafee's hand, and later in her mouth. I'd asked Theresa for a blowjob before and been turned down, but I asked again. Her refusal, the sweet lie that it was ("I'd love to suck this nice dick for you, but it's just too big for my little mouth"), was all the more frustrating. I wanted to imagine it was Ann sucking me. Oh well. I told her I was going to come and she increased her tempo and brought a wad of kleenex to the tip to catch the flow. Such a well-prepared girl.