Chapter Two

The year was 1958.

The world was changing and lo and behold, it had discovered rock and roll. Kris’s house was at the end of Carpenter Street. She had a great view of pretty much everything from there, as it spread along the sidewalk and the windows faced the road. Her room was on the right and she could see all the buildings across the street.

On one side was a large maple tree. It was the perfect height for climbing out her window and just a short drop to the grass away from the front door. It was her escape route when Kris needed a break from parents and siblings.

She loved her brothers and little sisters but enough was enough. She hated babysitting, especially when it meant she had to watch her bratty twin brothers for free.

She also climbed out on one of the tree’s longer branches to look across the way at Willy Strong’s house. He was on the football team and lifted weights in his side garage at night. What a beefcake. He had a small willy though. All that muscle and no cock to go with it—what a waste of a man.

One hot summer afternoon, Kris sat in her room, waiting for Lucy to come by and share details about the new boyfriend she’d sworn was part horse. That night she was going to show him off and the two girls had a deal all worked out. Kris was nineteen, working part time for her Mom at the diner as a hostess, and bored stupid. To top it off she was still a virgin. Well—technically a virgin.

She’d seen men naked, given a few drive-in-movie hand-jobs, and let Dennis Fairchild feel her up after the senior dance. He was such a pervert, but Kris was curious and he was silly. He came in his tuxedo pants and his mom had to have it dry cleaned after peeling two layers of skin off his leg because he let it stick to him for three hours. The story was all around the neighborhood in hours since Harriet Fargo had a part-time job at the cleaners.

Lucy introduced Kris to the bathtub faucet, showing her where and how to sit and changing the way Kris took baths forever. Since then, she’d upgraded to shower massages and vibrators.

Lucy also let Kris watch her with her boyfriends.

One day when Kris and Lucy were together at Kris’s house, a loud rumble echoed down the street. The birds scattered and their quiet little world was suddenly more modern than before. There, coming down the road and past the house, was a god on wheels. He was all wrapped up in a leather jacket with curly reddish-brown hair and straddling a motorcycle. Kris couldn’t take her eyes off him. He was gorgeous.

“Shit, who was that?” Lucy hurried to the window and stood beside her.

Kris stared. “I don’t know. But he sure looks nice on that motorbike. I always wanted to ride one of those. All that power vibrating between your thighs. Like riding the wind.”

“Uh, okay.” Lucy grabbed Kris’ hand. “Come on Cinderella, I promised to show you something tonight. My parents are going to dinner and the movies with the Clemens’. So we have the house to ourselves for a while.” Lucy wiggled her eyebrows and smiled at Kris.

“You are so bad Lucy. If your parents knew what you did…they’d throw you out.”

“Who cares? I’d come live with you. Your dad and mom love me.” She batted her eyes and put her closed hands together against her cheek. “I’m just a little angel to them.”

“That’s ’cause you flashed my dad your tits and ass after leaving the bathroom door open when you took a shower over here. He was in there for hours after that weekend.” Her arm was almost jerked out of its socket as Lucy pulled her out through the window, onto the tree to freedom.

They giggled together as they ran all the way to Lucy’s house. “Okay Kris. I want you to stay here in the closet. Nick’s coming over in a bit. I have to get ready. Wait ’til you see the little bra and panties I’m wearing.” Lucy rushed out the door.

Kris stood in the dark. Looking around all she saw was slivers of lights from the bedroom. Sweaters, some of them hers that Lucy borrowed and never gave back, surrounded her along with an array of white cotton blouses. She felt so silly—kind of like a female Peeping Tom.

It seemed like a few moments later when knock sounded at the front door and Kris heard voices mumbling. She almost ran out of the closet and fled, but another part of her told her to stay.

The pounding of someone running up the stairs was followed by louder thumps of someone following.

“Hurry up Nick. My parents are gone for a while so let’s not waste time.” Lucy stood beside her little bed that was decorated with an assortment of stuffed animals.

With one smooth swipe Nick pushed all the animals aside and climbed onto the quilt. He was on his knees and grabbing at Lucy, holding her arm and pulling her to him. “Come here you little tease.” His voice was deep and strong.

Kris could see him more clearly now. He was a large boy, dark messy hair, very wide shoulders and a rough edge to his look. His smile even made Kris’s panties moist. She reckoned if she looked up the word beefcake in the dictionary, his picture would be right there.

As she watched she could only imagine the feelings her friend was having.

Nick pulled up Lucy’s sweater, untucking it from her cotton skirt. With a quick tug it was up over her head, and Nick was staring at her breasts. They were covered, but only by the thin lace of a black bra.

“Mmm. Damn I love looking at you. I really like this new bra. It makes me want to suck on your titties even more.”

Kris giggled silently, as her own nipples began to tingle.

Lucy reached to her side and unbuttoned her skirt, the short zipper loosening it enough to slide down her legs. She wore tiny black panties to match her bra.

“Oh yes, the ensemble is complete.” Nick growled as he stared at Lucy’s body.

“I know you don’t like me talking like this Lucy, but I really wanna fuck you bad.”

Falling into the mood, Kris’ eyes closed. She couldn’t imagine why Lucy wouldn’t get turned on with Nick talking dirty to her. She leaned forward, placing her hands on her knees to see through the doors better.

Kris knew that Lucy planned this little show for her. She had a ringside seat where she could watch two people playing around. But the playing was soon going to go up a notch this time.

Nick was on his knees as Lucy knelt beside the bed. Kris could see Lucy looking up at him as she unfastened his belt. For a moment, Lucy glanced over to her closet doors and Kris. She smiled and winked to her as Nick turned his head and pulled his shirt loose.

Lucy undid his button and unzipped his fly. With her hand she reached in and pulled out his cock…his very long, thick cock.

Kris bit her lip, hard. The thought about the relationship to size of a man’s feet and cock size crossed her mind. Nick must have to buy those wide long red shoes that clowns wear. Good Lord, this guy was…fucking huge.

She could see perfectly as Lucy licked her lips and grinned. Kris was only seven or eight feet away and swore she could feel him pressing that huge cock into her mouth as he did it to Lucy. Kris was jealous, and yet she felt like a part of it.

She swallowed as she watched Lucy lick the head of Nick’s cock. She stared in awe as the shaft slid in and out between Lucy’s lips and a tiny drop of drool trickled over her chin as she absently mimicked her friend’s movements.

Nick groaned as Lucy slid his cock deeply into her mouth.

Lucy’s eyes were closed tight and Kris watched her wince as his cock must have hit her throat. She pulled back and Nick groaned again. With a pop she let him free and gasped for air. “Damn Nick. I almost gagged. You’re so big.”

Nick smiled. “You know exactly what I like to hear.” He reached down and pulled Lucy up to him. Her face in his hands, he led her mouth to his. His lips barely brushed hers and he whispered as they kissed. “You gonna let me eat that tight little pussy of yours? Or are you going to make me beg this time?”

Kris’ knees buckled with Lucy’s. She could hear every sexy word.

Nick helped Lucy lie down on the bed. He gazed along her body and peeled her black underwear down her legs. His cock was still hard and protruding from his pants but his mind was obviously elsewhere. He kneeled at the end of the bed, holding Lucy’s leg against his chest. Even though he was a young man, he was built along adult lines with the ruggedness and muscled tone of a construction worker. Apparently he was also clever enough to know that his way to a woman’s heart was right between her legs.

He gently kissed Lucy’s ankle and let his fingers toy with the opening of her wet pussy.

Kris could only gasp as she saw Lucy unfasten the front clasp of her bra and grab her breasts. She had seen Lucy naked before, since they had stayed over at each other’s houses many times and spent a lot of nights sharing the same bed. But this was a side of her friend she hadn’t seen, and now appreciated more than ever. Lucy was a woman, no longer the little girl she’d grown up with.

Nick’s tongue slowly traveled down Lucy’s leg and he climbed off the bed and pressed his face between Lucy’s thighs.

From Kris’ viewpoint she could only see the side of Lucy’s legs and Nick’s head moving between them but it was so - arousing. Her hand drifted south and found a warm place to rest as her need grew.

Her fingers began to rub against her wet underwear as her mind played a familiar game with her. She could see Nick eating Lucy’s pussy. She could see how Lucy was coming unglued. But she couldn’t feel it herself.

Kris pulled at her underwear enough to let her fingers slide between the wet folds of flesh. She had a perfect view of everything and she now envisioned herself in Lucy’s place—having this beefcake man eating her pussy and hovering on the verge of climax.

Lucy pushed her pelvis up and Kris watched as Nick lifted her ass off the bed with his hand and his tongue swiped up and down her sex. Kris continued to tease herself and made herself so excited that she was afraid she’d come right then.

Lucy shrieked with joy and began to giggle. She was coming and her laughter was the sign of her release.

“Oh no you don’t. Not without me, you little tease.” Nick dropped her ass down and Lucy clenched her legs together tightly.

She looked over to the closet and seemed to remember Kris was watching her.

“You ready to fuck now, Nick? You wanna fuck me?” Lucy rarely said stuff like this. But she knew what was next.

Nick tugged his pants free and grinned. He grabbed a rubber from his pocket and had it ready, slipping it over his cock. He grabbed Lucy’s knees and spread her legs apart. He raised an eyebrow and licked his lip.

“Gimme a minute to recuperate, Nick.” Lucy’s words fell on deaf ears.

Nick climbed up the bed and lay on top of Lucy, almost smothering her with his size. He pushed his body up from hers and positioned himself.

Kris could see between them and watched as Nick lowered his cock into Lucy. Her whimpers were almost cries for help. Lucy was getting what she asked for.

Kris wanted it too. And as Nick entered Lucy, she let her finger slip into her own pussy. She watched as Nick plunged over and over into Lucy. Her own fantasies were being acted out for real before her and she longed even more to have it happen to her.

He threw his head back and groaned loudly, clearly enthralled with the pleasure they were having.

Lucy moaned and gasped with each stroke into her body. She was about to come again.

Nick was sweating and he moaned with each long, hard thrust. “Oh damn Lucy, I’m gonna come, oh shit—”

He couldn’t know there was going to be a threesome orgasm happening as Kris feverishly stroked her clit. She muffled her own moans in one of Lucy’s sweaters and closed her eyes. She was there, right at her peak—hiding in a closet with real sex happening next to her.

The moans of passion between Nick and Lucy fueled her to go further. She could sense the buildup growing more and more intense and in a blinding flash she came. The wetness seeped from inside her pussy as it flexed around her fingertips.

Next to her she could almost feel the heat from her friends. Nick and Lucy had climaxed and were melted together in a heap of flesh on the bed. She hadn’t been part of their carnal pleasure, but she was with them nonetheless.

Nick rolled off of Lucy and let out a cleansing breath. “Damn. Was it good for you too?” he asked.

“Yes.” Lucy and Kris answered simultaneously.

Nick looked from side to side, a little confused. “You hear that? There’s an echo in here.”

Lucy smiled. “What are you talking about? You’d better get going before my parents get back, sweetheart. Hurry up.” Lucy grabbed a robe from her laundry basket and helped Nick pick up his clothes. He was semi-dressed when he left her room.

Kris tried to stand up with knees that shook weakly. She was a mess.

“You dimwit, you almost got caught. I can’t…what’s the matter with you?”

A smile widened across Kris’ face. “Two more minutes and I would have joined you.” She got out of the closet and pulled what she thought was a washcloth from between her legs. It was moist and had remnants from her closet-fun. It was also a very old cloth napkin.

“Oh shit. That’s my grandpa’s handkerchief. He’s been looking for that.” Lucy grabbed it and went to put it in the room across from hers. She paused and raised it to her nose. “Jeez, papa’s going to like it when he has to blow his nose now.” She shook her head. “I can’t believe you Kris. You masturbated in the closet?”

Kris sat on the bed. “It was hard not to. I watched you and Nick fucking and all I could think about was having sex myself. God, he’s so handsome, Lucy.”

“You get a good look at that cock?” Lucy held her hands apart as if she was judging the size of a fish she’d caught. “Sonovabitch was this fucking long!”

“Reminded me of those giant super-wieners down at the hot dog cart.”

“I’m hungry.”

“Not surprised. You worked up a hell of an appetite,” chuckled Kris. “Come to think of it, so did I.”

“We are naughty girls.” Lucy looked smug.

“Yep. Ain’t it grand?”