Chapter One

Jenn's First

 

Jenn bounced excitedly on the seat of Denny's pickup truck. It was fire engine red, a classic '63 Chevy, the seat springs protesting. She would have been bouncing on the bench seat whether the pulse pounding music was coming out of the radio or not. She was more than excited, her blond hair swinging, green eyes flashing as she threw her head back and forth to the beat. Her pleasure was contagious. Denny couldn't help but grin at the fifteen-year-old beside him.

He could barely keep the pickup on the road, driving with one hand, inviting her closer with his palm open and fingers summoning. They were the same age, and he had stolen the truck from his older brother just for the occasion. Their destination: the quarry, a common spot to neck, a lover's rendezvous.

Years later, the town of Cedarburg, Wisconsin, outside of Milwaukee, would become a tourist spot, but for now, there were only three things that kept a girl from going nuts living there. The playground when you were a kid, the bowling alley, and, if you were lucky, a trip to the quarry with a boy. Heck, they didn't even have a drive-in theater. That would have been something.

All of Jenn's friends bragged about going to the quarry with this boy or that. She suspected that none of them ever did. Now she was actually going! She had always admired Denny, the shy, lanky boy on the swim team. Admired him from afar. While the guys elbowed each other and whispered about the clique of girls, they saw talking by the lunch bench. The two of them, Jenn and Denny, stayed quiet, looking at each other across the cafeteria.

Jenn knew he liked her when one day she overheard Hal whispering to him, "Oh, you got it bad!"

Denny was looking right at her.

It took him a few months to get up the nerve to invite her, and when she accepted; it was hard for him to keep from grinning. Except he was in a pickle. How could he get a car to take her up to the quarry? Heck, he didn't even have a license. His brother, Sal, refused to let him even sit in his pickup, much less borrow it. Denny refused to accept defeat. His dick got hard thinking about Jenn, the prettiest girl he had ever seen. It happened at the most embarrassing moments.

Most of the other guys on the swim team thought so, too. But they didn't have the nerve to ask her out. She turned down half of the football team already. Of course, they never mentioned the quarry, but he did.

Seeing a gas station, Jenn asked Denny to pull over. She had to pee. Jenn didn't want to get hot and heavy with a guy, only to pee on his upholstery. She used the oldest excuse in the book instead. "Denny, can we stop so I can freshen up?"

"Uh, yeah, sure..." he answered nervously. He looked around self-consciously, checking for patrol cars, or his brother in a friend's car wanting to hunt him down. He already lied to Jenn when she admired the red beast he drove, saying it was his.

He parked by the side of the gas station next to the restrooms, pointing the truck toward the street in case he had to make a quick getaway. Plus, it partially hid the truck from the street.

"I'll be right back, 'kay'."

"Sure," said Denny, "take all the time you need. I'll be waiting," he said with more confidence than he felt.

She ran inside to the attendant to ask for the bathroom key. There were a couple of grease monkeys sipping beer and shooting the breeze with the guy behind the counter. They all looked at the pretty girl that bounced in with a distinct hunger. This, during the age when naked pinups and sexy calendars wallpapered mechanic's garages.

"What can I do for ya, little lady?"

"Potty key, please."

"A couple o' gals are already in there. You can go right in, still plenty of room."

"Maybe I should join you," one mechanic snickered. "Make sure it's safe."

Jenn gave him a nasty look. He was about to add more when a family came in to buy sandwiches, pop, and what have you. The kids raced around the aisles; the mother trying to herd them, while the father went over to the magazine rack. He picked up a car magazine, but surreptitiously eyed the bent eared girlie mags on the upper shelf.

Jenn pushed into the restroom and heard some smooching going on in the other stall. She sat down and did her business, trying to make a lot of noise, but they ignored her. She wiped herself and pulled her jeans up, then went to wash her hands. It surprised her to hear two women's voices in the closed stall.

Bending over to look underneath, she could see ankles and calves that were clearly female, confirming Jenn's suspicion. One wore fishnet stockings and ugly, sparkly, burgundy high heels that faced toward another woman wearing short boots. The one with the boots pressed the other against the wall. She was shifting her feet as the one in the heels pleasured her.

Jenn was about to wash her hands, but lingered to listen. She leaned against the sink. This would be her first sexual encounter. Not as a participant, of course, instead Jenn would be a voyeur; well, to be honest, she was more an eavesdropper. The two women were back at it in the stall, ignoring the woman outside.

Jenn heard a lot of lip smacking, sucking, and biting. There were all kinds of squelching sounds, both erotic and dirty. Their breathing became erratic, a mix of panting and moaning. Their lovemaking had a curious effect on Jenn. She felt a mixture of repulsion and arousal. It was confusing and exciting at the same time. She didn't know until this moment that women could pleasure each other, or that they'd even want to!

She was a kid, after all. She kissed a boy once, but it was mostly awkward on the playground. Jenn never really had a boyfriend, and Denny might just be her first. She thought about his thick lips as she heard the kissing and tongue slathering in the stall. Of course, she masturbated, didn't everyone? Her first time was by accident, laying on her belly watching a cartoon, her hands tucked beneath her.

After that, in the privacy of her room, she explored her body. As she entered puberty, the sensations became more intense. Her clit grew, her pubic hair curled, her nipples and breasts swelled. It was an exciting and unnerving time, her body on fire with hormones that made her cramp, while at other times, they made her horny.

She and her girlfriends would hide in the bushes and watch the boys swim naked in the summer. Their muscular butts and flat bellies gave her a funny, hungry feeling. One time, the boys sat in a circle staring at each other's erections, playing with themselves until they were hard. Jenn did not know what they were up to, except she noticed it made her wet down there, like when she masturbated.

The first time she had an orgasm playing with herself in the privacy of her bedroom under the covers startled her. She shook and gasped, feeling a pleasure unlike any other. When it happened, she wanted to experience it again and again. A desire she would never stop wanting, ever. That was just a year ago.

Now, listening to the two women, she imagined what was going on. She didn't dare climb on the toilet to look, though she desperately wanted to see. So Jenn pictured it, trying to link up what she heard with what she imagined. Leaning back on the sink, she spread her legs as her labia swelled unexpectedly.

She imagined the one with boots having long black hair and large breasts with wide areola, unlike hers. Jenn's breasts were larger than the other girls, but her nipples were still like a boy's. Jenn touched them through her top, exploring. She imagined the woman's back arched, her bare butt hiked up on the toilet top. The woman's butt cheeks were numb with cold. The other woman's fingers were busy between her legs.

"Hmm, that's it. Suck them. Yeah, just like that. Suck 'em hard."

Jenn saw in her mind lips on nipples, her eyes closed. Large thick nipples, buds pointing toward the ceiling, as a lipsticked mouth tongued the tips. A sharp inhalation of breath through teeth, the slide of saliva, then she heard a deep throaty moan. Followed by a small 'ow!' as the other woman bit down.

"Yeah, do that again, agh... unh."

The sound of sloppy wet kisses echoed on the ceiling from someone's loose belly. It sounded like she was working her way down. But when she heard a belt buckle rattle and a zipper coming down, she had to reset her fantasy. Jenn imagined the woman's pants already down by her knees, her pelvis thrusting toward the waiting lips.

Then she visualized for the first time the woman doing the pleasuring. She was painfully skinny with a super short haircut, dyed the same burgundy color as her heels. The skin on her arms was rough, scarred, perhaps a cutter's arms. She saw girls with arms like that in gym class, their short sleeves unable to hide the scars, usually unseen because they wore long sleeves in class. A pang of sympathy for the woman shot through Jenn. Only to imagine the woman's crotch-less panties, a black bush peaking beneath a tight leather skirt, her labia swollen, excited by the moans of her 'victim.'

Her imagination froze abruptly, startled by the actual cries of pleasure in the stall. Jenn was certain Denny wondered what was taking so long, but she didn't care. These two women going for it was a serious education for a naïve teenager like herself.

"Right there, that's it, keep going."

Her words mixed with slurping, licking, and sucking sounds. Jenn was wet. She secretly urged the woman in fishnets on, rooting for her to make the other woman cum.

"Oh yeah, oh my god! Just like that..." the rest of her words lost in her panting and gasping.

Jenn's hand sought her own pussy, reaching for her clit. Sudden shyness stayed her hand, and it slid away, afraid someone might come through the door. Her own breathing came faster.

"Do me. I'm getting close... don't stop now!" the woman's voice was husky and coarse. The sucking took on a more frantic pace. "Yes, faster! Yes!" she cried.

The restroom door slammed open, cracking the drywall. The fat gas station attendant yelled, "What the fuck is going on in here?!" His words drowned out by the screaming of the woman in a sudden, premature orgasm. He spotted the terrified teen leaning on the sink. "This is a family establishment. I want you two queers out of here! And don't come back! If I sees you again, I'll call the cops! And you too girly."

There was a lot of zipping and straightening of clothes going on in the stall as he yelled. "You still here!" he shouted at Jenn as she shrank even more. "You're too young to hear such things. Get out! Now! Git!"

Jenn squeezed by the red-faced man. He smelled of sweat and beef jerky. Alarmed, Denny saw Jenn shoot out of the bathroom, chased by the attendant. She waved at him, saying, "Go, go, go!" She jumped into the pickup as the engine rumbled to life, and he hit the gas, burning rubber out of the gas station.

"What was going on in there?!" Denny asked, still flushed with adrenaline. He liked the juice of making a quick getaway.

Jenn blushed. Looking through the side mirror, she saw the two women emerge from the restroom; the attendant swatting them with his enormous paws while they tucked their tops in and made to flee. She imagined what he was saying, though she couldn't hear him over the roar of the engine. 'Corrupting a minor with your filthy ways, you ought to be ashamed! You're disgusting! Get out of here! Don't come back!'

"Well, tell me..."

Jenn did a double take when she saw the women. The big fat one looked like a trucker. The other one, the one being pleasured, was a huge bitch with a crewcut and a scar on her face. Nothing like her fantasy, and the trucker, maybe a hooker too, was the one in fishnets. Except she was Latina with bushy blond hair, clearly fake. She was fingering some bills in her leather skirt pocket. The screaming attendant barely phased her. They headed toward the cab of an eighteen wheeler.

Denny's brother's pickup swerved around a curve, and she lost the gas station in the rear-view mirror. Jenn looked forward, still breathing hard, trying to catch her breath. "Sorry, what did you say?"

"What happened?" Denny asked again.

"Nothing."

"Didn't look like nothing. You sure you're all right?"

"I'm fine," Jenn answered, but she really wasn't. What happened in there shook her to her core. A cascade of feelings and thoughts charged through her youthful body. She was no longer the girl she was before, and the quarry took on a different dimension. The quarry became something exotic and forbidden, like the sex she just experienced.

"Talk to me, damn it!" Denny demanded, annoyed by her reticence, still pumped by the adrenaline.

"Those two women were having sex."

Denny slammed on his brakes, and the truck squirreled to the side of the road. "They what!" Denny couldn't imagine it. It made no sense to him. A guy with a healthy libido from the Midwest couldn't see the purpose, nor the point of two women going at it. What appalled him even more is that Jenn stayed. Any of her friends would have bolted. "What got into them... and you?!"

She shrugged, "Just curious."

"You're weird," Denny said, hitting the gas and taking off. "You're not a lesbo, are you?"

She laughed, and answered, "I'm going to the quarry with you, aren't I?"

It was his turn to shrug, his mind spinning, as he said, "I guess so... yeah, no, of course not." His world fell back into place, but hers was just opening up.

Love was no longer restricted to a man and a woman. It could be any sex and any combination, all kinds. That appealed to her in a new and exciting way. The possibilities... then there was the idea of getting paid for it. Even more exciting, and it sure beat working at the Dairy King or a movie theater.

She hardly noticed the dirt road they were driving on by the quarry. A place once so full of mystery, now seemed different. She wanted something more than a simple rite of passage in her life. At the top of the grade, overlooking the water, there were a couple of other cars and pickup trucks. Denny looked over at her with a hungry smile, and it surprised her to feel her mouth watering. But was it over Denny, or something more?