At one intersection, where Main met County Road, there was a large, low-framed drive-in restaurant of cedar, stone and glass. Outside was a circular parking area, with a porch extending at one point for car service. There was also a patio, with small tables and chairs and umbrellas. Tamera and Eddie, together with Nancy and Jason, were at one of these patio tables, after having spent the better part of an hour waiting for an empty space. The restaurant, Luigi’s, was packed like a sardine can.
As it was, the service was still bad, but understandably so, and none of them harassed the overworked waitress even good-naturedly. They laughed and kidded, ordering hamburgers and french fries and shakes, generally having a good time.
“How about some pie?” Jason asked after the hamburgers were finished. “They’ve got some great lemon meringue here.”
“I’d love to, but I can’t.” Nancy said wistfully. She patted her waistline to show the reason why. Nancy Cannon was shorted than Tamera, of Southern European heritage which showed in large flashing eyes of black crystal, ink-dark hair, and voluptuous rich-swelling breasts like melons and curving hips with softly swaying buttocks. She was wearing toreador pants accentuating her lush young figure and tight enough to be a second skin; Tamera had been a little unnerved when she’d seen Nancy get out of the car at the restaurant, for the pants were so crotch-tight that the contours of her thin young pussy-lips and mound were creased in a vertical line, obvious to all.
“Aw, go ahead, Nancy,” Jason urged.
“I’ll share it with you,” Tamera offered.
“Yeah, this is all baby fat,” Eddie said, grinning, and reached over to squeeze Nancy’s shoulder. “A couple of years it’ll go away and you’ll miss the pie you never ate.”
“I should live so long,” Nancy said ruefully. “You seen my mother?” A rhetorical question; they all had, and Mrs. Cannon was built along the lines of a beach ball.
“Naw, I’m not fooling you, Nancy. Here, this was me a few years ago.” Eddie took out his battered leather bill fold and opened it to a picture of a boy, the picture half obscured behind a foggy plastic window. “That was me, I swear.”
The handsome, muscular boy who sat next to Tamera had not been as bad as Nancy’s mother, but close. He had triple chins and was standing self-consciously holding up his pants, which were obviously let out in the seams to accommodate all of his fat.
“Hey, you were cute, Eddie,” Nancy giggled, taking the photo from Tamera. “Lover boy, all right.”
“Yeah, well it all sort of dropped away when I started growing.”
“And how much more growing do you think Nancy needs?” Jason asked with a smirk. “She grows any more, and Sophia Loren will be replaced for God’s sake. I mean, look at her jugs, man.”
“Jason!” Nancy said in mock shock, and then she giggled again.
“You’ve got a point there,” Eddie said. “Or two.”
“So what did you two cats have in mind for us tonight?” Tamera asked, wanting to steer the subject away from lewdness.
“How about a motel?” Jason answered, snickering.
“That’s subtle,” Tamera said. “No thanks.”
“A motel,” Nancy said, and giggled, nudging her boyfriend in the ribs. “You’ve got your nerve.”
Tamera wondered for a moment just how much nerve Jason had—or needed. He was loose-limbed and relaxed in his manner, like a good-natured sloth, with a heftier chest expansion than Eddie, but without the overall coordination. He was simply pleasant and average, with an ordinary face whose only feature was small eyes set too close together that had a habit of nervously shifting around as if he were looking for somebody. Not exactly a boy you’d throw yourself at, she thought, but she was sure, from what Nancy had taught her, and from what Nancy had said in sly hints, that Nancy was “experienced” in sex. And that her teacher had been Jason—that in the cruder terms of her high-school chums, Jason was “balling” Nancy every chance he could get—and Tamera had her doubts that Nancy ever did anything to stop him much. Not that she’d ever asked Nancy; that would have been in bad taste!
“Well,” Eddie said, “we can’t stay here all night. Besides, I could use a drink. What about you, Tamera?”
“I…” the teenager hesitated.
“What’s the matter?” Eddie asked, frowning. “You do drink, don’t you?”
“Well… sure. Sure I do.” She was bluffing, and hoped that the others wouldn’t catch it. She was afraid that she might be letting herself in for more than she could handle, saying she did more than she really did, for anything over an occasional glass of wine gave her the woozies. But she didn’t want to do anything which might make Eddie think less of her, not now, not when this was her chance to snare a big prize like him. He was really “in”, and she couldn’t afford to be childish about it…
“Good,” Jason said. “I could go for a couple of beers myself on a warm night like this.”
“But… where shall we go?” Nancy asked, not worried about the drinking at all. “I mean, we can’t just go anywhere, you know.”
“How about a movie?” Eddie suggested. “The drive-in.”
“Naw,” Jason said. “Who wants to see Monster from Atomic Atoll?” He waved his hand disparagingly. “Strictly for the kids.”
“Well, who says we’ll be watching?” Eddie said with a grin.
“I don’t want to go anyway,” Tamera said. “Horror movies scare me.”
“Awww,” Jason said in a mock pout. “Awww, is little Tammy-wammy all frightened of a little old monster? Awww…”
“Cut it out,” Eddie said sharply. “Listen to me. How’d you all like to see some real movies? I mean some hot ones!”
“Hot ones?” Nancy asked, puzzled.
“Sure, sexy ones!”
“Not around here, you won’t. Last one that showed a bathing suit was closed up by the police, remember?” Jason snickered. “Only ones I can think of are the ones your…” He stopped, and a wolfish smile spread across his features. “Say, speaking of that, where’s your dad tonight, Eddie?”
“What I’ve been trying to tell you. The Old Man’s at some business meeting up in the city, see, and Mom’s gone to see her sister, and won’t be back until tomorrow. We’ve got the whole house to ourselves.”
“Yeah…” Jason breathed excitedly. “Yeah, that sounds great.”
“What are you two talking about?” Nancy demanded.
“Look,” Eddie said to both girls. “My dad’s got some films he bought in Europe. They’re… a little spicy, see. I mean, you know what they’re doing in Denmark these days. So anyway, he got a new reel of film the other day, and I haven’t seen it, but I imagine if it’s like the others, it should be a kick. You game?”
“Couldn’t be worse than those magazines you were showing me Wednesday night, Jason,” Nancy giggled. “Sure, and free booze besides. I’m for it.”
“What about you, Tamera?”
Tamera paused, not sure what she should do, irritated at her childish fears and still burning from the razzing Jason had given her about horror films.
“When your dad gets a Disney flick, we’ll invite her,” Jason said, laughing. “That’s her speed, Eddie.”
“Listen, I may be younger than you,” Tamera said hotly to him, “but I’m not that much younger.” She could almost bite her tongue off as the words poured out of her. She wanted to show them she was old enough, but yet —she’d heard about these kinds of films, about the nudity and things, but certainly they couldn’t show everything! Or… could they? A tingle of wicked excitement ran through her in spite of her reluctance. It would be sort of fun, and it wouldn’t show anything she didn’t already know about—not first-hand of course—or that she hadn’t pictured while alone in her bed and playing with herself. Not want to? Suddenly she wanted to very much!
“Eddie, let’s see your dad’s film. What the heck, a little piece of celluloid can’t hurt anything?”
“That’s the spirit, baby,” Eddie said. “C’mon, let’s go!”
Eddie grinned at Tamera constantly as the four of them drove to his house in his car. His cock swelled in his pants as he thought of what might—what could very easily—happen that evening if he played it smart. Yeah, lewd and obscene treats were in store for this innocent little virgin sitting next to him, and once she reached the stage of being too hot to resist, he was going to turn her every way but inside out! And she was a virgin, he could sense that
